Chapter 135: Sending You to the Sky (3)

In fact, what should be discussed had been discussed months ago, and Shen Minghuan and others are just going through the motions now.

In simple terms, it is "hand over the person with one hand and the money with the other hand".

As the person being handed over, Shen Minghuan said that it didn't matter, anyway, Yong and Yan were staying anywhere.

Seeing the gold and silver treasures being handed over, Shen Minghuan also didn't care, anyway, no matter which treasury they were placed in, sooner or later they would be his.

The Emperor of Yan calmly picked up the teacup and took a sip, "You are much calmer than I thought."

Not only calm, but also too comfortable, those who don't know would think he is the prince of their Yan country.

Shen Minghuan also drank a cup of tea, and naturally asked back: "Why can't you calm down? Is your majesty going to do anything to me?"

Not only did he not call himself "minister", he didn't even say "I", and he kept saying "I".

The Emperor of Yan would no longer be angry about these trivial matters, but the disrespect and indifference revealed in Shen Minghuan's every move still made him a little unhappy.

Emperor Yan looked deep in his eyes: "I am very curious, where does your confidence come from?"

He deliberately slowed down his tone to increase the sense of oppression, "The envoy will leave Yandu and return to Yong today. By then, you will be isolated and helpless. Although I will not kill you, you should know that there are more ways to torture people in this world than death."

Shen Minghuan was not only not afraid, but also looked happy that "you finally talked about this topic."

He put down the teacup and analyzed with interest: "The confidence lies in the fact that I am the prince of Yong. Although Yong is not as good as Yan and Jin, it is still pretty good."

Emperor Yan was very satisfied that he put Yan before Jin. "Do you think that Yong will send troops for you?"

It's not that he underestimates the heroes of the world. It's really impolite to say that the current emperor of Yong, Shen Wei, is a waste!

Shen Minghuan shook his head with self-awareness, and said with a faint smile: "Your Majesty, torturing a prince to vent your anger is the most stupid and wasteful way. As long as I am not dead, Yongguo will not be able to establish the next crown prince."

"If I were you, I would send me back to the country at the right time, disrupt the situation, and then fully support me to win the throne. In this way, Yongguo will be yours without bloodshed."

Shen Minghuan paused, giving Emperor Yan enough time to think, "After that, you can let Yongguo take the lead in attacking Jinguo. If you are lucky, both sides will suffer losses. At worst, you can also cut off a piece of Jinguo's meat. Then, Your Majesty, you can pay the least price-"

Shen Minghuan raised his glass from a distance, using tea instead of wine, "Congratulations to Your Majesty in advance, the nine provinces are unified, and the world is ruled by the same ruler."

Human ambition is unlimited, and power is most likely to breed insatiable desires.

This method sounds really bold, but Emperor Yan has been fighting for half his life, and he has always taken risky moves to win the throne on the battlefield.

"How can I trust you? After all, you are from Yong, how can you do that?" Emperor Yan asked.

Shen Minghuan pointed at himself, "Do I look like a good person? They treat me as an abandoned child, I can't let them have an easy time."

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't doubt me. With your country's intelligence, you should know what's going on with me, the prince."

He still smiled gently, not gloomy, and not upset about this rough fate, "Besides, Your Majesty, don't you think that vomiting blood can really be performed? The doctor asserted that I will not live more than 20 years. If Your Majesty doesn't believe it, you can send another famous doctor."

He is fifteen this year, and he will not live more than five years.

Emperor Yan looked at him steadily, without much pretense, and immediately called the imperial physician for diagnosis.

Shen Minghuan's health is worse than he showed. Even with all the medicinal materials he recited in the hall last time, it is difficult for him to live to a ripe old age.

In short, there is no cure.

Emperor Yan was relieved. His attitude towards Shen Minghuan suddenly became much more gentle. He smiled and said, "My dear nephew, don't think I'm too cautious. I'm really worried about your performance these days."

Shen Wei, that old man, was really blind. He was willing to send such a unicorn son as a hostage.

Emperor Yan sighed. Why is he not his son?

What a pity. He can only live for five years.

Fortunately, he can only live for five years...

Shen Minghuan smiled and said, "I am also worried. There are many people in this world who want my life. I don't think Jinguo would like the alliance between Yan and Yong to go so smoothly. So can I ask your majesty for a guard?"

Emperor Yan understood that this was an opportunity to actively place surveillance on him to show his sincerity.

He laughed twice, "Yes."

Then he ordered the eunuch beside him, "Let Sui Qing come. From now on, he will follow Prince Shen."

*

Shen Minghuan had a good chat with Emperor Yan. When he left, there was one more person beside him.

The guards of the palace also have ranks, and the families that can be selected are not ordinary. Even if no one in the family is an official, at least they are relatively wealthy among the common people.

In today's world, it is difficult to just survive. Those who can spend money to study and learn martial arts are already rare and prominent families.

Sui Qing is a very silent guard. After being called, he knelt quietly and saluted, kowtowed and accepted the order.

He was neither surprised nor curious, nor was he dissatisfied with being suddenly assigned to a hostage from the emperor's side. He was dead calm.

He was clearly different from his colleagues who were in high spirits.

He was a handy tool that the superiors would like very much.

After leaving the hall, Nie Shiyun was waiting for him at the door.

The young general first looked at Sui Qing warily, then bowed deeply to Shen Minghuan, reluctantly saying, "Your Highness, we will leave for home today."

Shen Minghuan nodded slightly, and seeing his expression, he asked curiously, "Why? Do you want me to see you off?"

Nie Shiyun shook his head frantically.

Shen Minghuan was confused and bent down to get on the carriage.

"Your Highness."

"What's wrong?"

Nie Shiyun looked worried, "You are alone in the Yan Kingdom, I am worried."

Shen Minghuan said lazily: "Emperor Yan gave Gu Gu a house, complete with guards and maids."

You take care of more people than you do.

Two minutes later.

"Your Highness."

"Is something wrong?"

Nie Shiyun was worried, "What are your plans in the future?"

Shen Minghuan said casually: "Do some business and make some money first."

Money can make the mill push the devil.

Two more minutes later.

"Your Highness."

"Um?"

Nie Shiyun's eyes were filled with sorrow, "Do you have anything to tell me?"

Shen Minghuan thought for a while, "There is one thing. After you go back, take care of Nan Huaijin for me."

Nan Huaijin, the grandson of Nan Qian, the former censor of the Yong Kingdom, is the protagonist in the plot.

It was only eighty years since the founding of the Yong Kingdom, and the founding fathers' merits and prestige were still very prominent.

And unfortunately, the first two promising monarchs of the Yong Kingdom did not live long, so almost all of these elders assisted the monarch for two or even generations, so they became more powerful and respected.

As long as they have some selfish motives, the court of Yong Kingdom cannot be in this situation.

The founding team of the founding of the People's Republic of China are all heroes and phoenixes among the people, and their kings are saints and their ministers are wise. Unfortunately, the king never misses the year, and the elders have been favored by two generations of emperors, and each one is more loyal than the last.

There are emperors and courtiers, and the less capable the monarch is, the stronger his desire for control is.

In recent generations, monarchs began to cultivate their own teams as soon as they took office. They did not deal with internal and external troubles and were busy "rectifying the court."

The families of those founding heroes have undoubtedly become a thorn in the flesh of these monarchs.

For example, the Nan family.

Shen Wei hated the Nan family so much. This hatred went beyond a king's dissatisfaction with his ministers. It was the great malice harbored by a villain with a dark mind.

The imperial censor supervises all officials, and Nan Qian is famous for his uprightness. During his tenure, he offended many people, and even did not give the emperor the face of the emperor.

That's all, but Shen Wei fell in love with his granddaughter, Nan Huaijin's sister.

If the king is interested, if the Nan family understands the situation, they should offer him with both hands. But Nan Shuyun is old enough to be Shen Wei's daughter, so how could Nan Qian agree?

He quickly found a husband for his granddaughter who came from a clean family and had good character, and hastily married the couple.

If you don't like her, it's a big deal and you can divorce her later. Anyway, their Nan family can afford to raise a girl.

I never thought that this couple had a rare like-mindedness and a wonderful relationship.

I never thought that a dignified emperor would be so mean and vicious because of this.

The Nan family was confiscated and exterminated on eight charges including "oppressing the people, disregarding human lives, disobeying the holy will, and accepting bribes."

This accusation is worse than "groundless". The Nan family is famous for being honest and charitable. It is really ridiculous to say that they would do such a thing.

There is probably some truth in "disobeying the holy will".

When Nan Huaijin was 14 years old, the family underwent tremendous changes, and he was the only one to survive.

A very old Mr. Nan knelt in front of the palace gate, abandoning his dignity and begging hard, just wanting to fight for a way out for his outstanding grandson. Apart from that, he would not expect any extravagant treatment in the future.

The emperor hated and feared Nan Qian. He did not dare to let Nan Qian live, but he was not so afraid of a child.

He agreed, not out of kindness, but out of a twisted psychology born of unresolved anger.

Nan Shuyun would rather bite her tongue and die than enter the palace.

The more stubborn the Nan family is, the more he will trample these people under his feet.

Watch them kneel down and beg for mercy, let them wag their tails and beg for mercy!

Shen Wei asked Nan Huaijin to enter the palace as a eunuch to pour night fragrance. If the prime minister and the Taiwei hadn't protected him, the young man would have almost become a eunuch.

It's just that it's not much better now.

Humiliated, beaten, scolded, and punished day after day, Shen Wei's torture has now become a life-saving talisman.

——As long as the emperor is not tired of it, no one will dare to take his life.

This is a very sad story.

Nan Huaijin grew up in pain. He spent ten years supporting the fourth prince to ascend the throne, and spent another ten years to abolish the fourth prince and replace him with the twelfth prince who was still babbling. Since then, he has controlled the government.

In despair, he made a plan to destroy the entire Yong Kingdom with fire.

He also wanted to kill Shen Wei several times, regardless of the consequences of the Yong Kingdom's chaos, to fulfill his pride and unyieldingness.

But he endured it in the end.

Waiting for an opportunity to send Yong Guo to Qingyun.

He had sincerely assisted the emperors before and after him, but in the end, even the twelfth prince who he had raised didn't believe in him.

At the end of the story, the forty-nine-year-old Nan Huaijin lingers on the sick bed, looking back at his slightly absurd life.

What he was thinking was: Grandpa, I have lived up to your teachings.

In this life, I have not failed my country, my family, and my name "Huai Jin".

Shen Minghuan wanted to sigh again.

Living in troubled times, having a compassionate heart is probably the most vicious curse in the world.

It's a pity that he couldn't come earlier. Seven years have passed since the Nan family was exterminated, and Nan Huaijin has also been tortured for seven years.

While he was thinking, he heard Nie Shiyun's voice:

"Your Highness."

Shen Minghuan couldn't bear it anymore: "Nie Shiyun, if you want me to be sent away, just say so!"