SFS Chapter 187 It’s a pity that I didn’t wait for this opportunity
Chapter 187 It’s a pity that I didn’t wait for this opportunity
"I don't know why you are so sure."
Xie Yong took a sip of tea, his eyes were subtle and meaningful: "But it would be best if the little emperor came in person, so that I would have a chance to personally take his head off."
The staff hesitated to speak, not knowing where such confidence came from.
But once you get on this pirate ship, there will be no chance to get off.
No matter how arrogant Prince Jia was, his staff could only give him advice. After all, this was a major matter of treason, and if he failed, he would die.
"Your Highness is brave," the aide praised, flattering dryly, "But why don't you take a look at this map before making any arrangements?"
Speaking of this, Xie Yong took the map handed over by his staff and frowned: "Are the directions on it accurate?"
Most people in high positions are suspicious. Xie Yong, who has been domineering in his fiefdom for many years, is no exception. He always has to check and confirm the news sent by his subordinates again and again before he believes it.
The staff bowed and said, "Don't worry, Your Majesty. We have sent someone to check it out and it is confirmed."
After getting the exact answer, Xie Yong looked at it seriously.
He said: "The north is thousands of miles away from the capital, and the little emperor is out of reach. Even if he temporarily mobilizes troops, it will be enough for us to take action. The ones we should be most careful of are the two at the border. I don't know what kind of magic potion the little emperor has given them, so they don't care about their actions..."
Thinking of this, Xie Yong gnashed his teeth in hatred.
The two men with the surname Wen were unmoved, which made him look like a clown.
The staff member said: "The teacher and the student have always had a close relationship. Even if they have turned against each other, we cannot believe it."
"Don't involve your own grudges in my affairs." Xie Yong warned, his voice cold, "I only believe what I see with my own eyes."
The aide was startled and quickly bowed his head: "Yes."
Let’s not mention this matter for now.
Xie Yong did have to make preparations. He secretly recruited soldiers and horses, and appeared to be submissive on the surface, all for that day. There was only one chance, and even if it meant taking the risk of cooperating with the barbarian royal court, he had to get what he wanted.
No one wants to live in a fiefdom and live a miserable life. Xie Yong is not such a person without ambition. They both have the surname Xie, so why should the throne belong to his useless brother's son instead of him?
The two men evacuated the people in the yard and chatted happily, thinking about the vast world outside. They did not notice at all that when they were talking about setting up defenses, a slight noise came from the tall trees outside the yard.
The secret guard heard the unusual noise and rushed over, but there was no one there. There were only a few leaves swirling and slowly falling to the ground.
Unwilling to admit their negligence, they looked at each other and unanimously found an excuse: "Maybe it was a flying bird."
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When someone in the north was plotting, Wen Hemian received a gift from her parents.
Just on my birthday.
We haven’t been able to celebrate birthdays together many times in the past, but we’ve never lacked birthday gifts every year. They’re not expensive, just rare and interesting, and they’re filled with love.
Ordinary people’s birthdays are not like those of the emperor, where they have to go to great lengths to hold a banquet. At most, they just invite some close friends and have a meal together at the same table.
Wen Hemian didn't like these formalities, and this year he continued his habit from previous years. He didn't invite anyone for dinner, and only accepted gifts from a few close friends at most, being extremely low-key.
After all, in the past, it might have been just to please her, but now, maybe someone wants to please Xie Lang in a roundabout way through this matter.
This phenomenon must never occur.
Wen Hemian felt that she had made the right choice in studying history, as it taught her how to nip the problem in the bud.
Xie Lang is an exception.
Not only was the seedling not killed, it also grew stronger and stronger.
"What is this, a rattle? A bell?"
Xie Lang usually saw rare treasures, but no one would present these childish things to him. There were a lot of them in the package, and he rummaged through them more enthusiastically than anyone else.
Wen Hemian looked at the seedling growing vigorously in front of him and asked him with a smile: "Your Majesty, is this your birthday gift or mine? Is it childish?"
Xie Lang paused for a moment, trying to act as if nothing had happened: "I'm just checking this out for you, Master."
When Xie Lang began to remember things, he and his mother were thrown into the cold palace. Later, his mother became ill and died before she could take care of him for long. He stumbled along amid the cold eyes and ridicule of the palace people until he was ten years old.
Before the age of ten, he worried about food and drink every day. After he turned ten, he met Wen Hemian and he no longer had to lack food and clothes. But he had to work hard to grow up and deal with the treacherous officials.
Seriously speaking, it's pretty miserable.
The thought went around in his mind for a while. Wen Hemian smiled and picked up the rattle, shaking it in front of him, making a soft dong-dong sound: "My parents sent so many things, they must not all be for me. Why are you pretending to be so proud in front of me? Take whatever you want."
No matter how bad she was, she lived smoothly in both lives. However, Xie Lang's youth was truly miserable, and it was hard not to feel distressed when one thought about it.
But he is the emperor and will not easily show his weak side in front of others. In this regard, Wen Hemian can be more tolerant of him.
Just consider it as making up for the three years I was away.
Xie Lang just felt that his tutor was really great.
He was quite interested in those things just now, but now he found the person in front of him more interesting. He grabbed her hand, leaned forward and kissed it gently, and took the rattle by the way: "Okay."
He had said before that there was no need for formalities between the two of them, so naturally he would not make an exception and just accepted it with a smile.
Wen Hemian glanced at him: "It's really hard for you to suppress your nature."
Although he appears dignified and indifferent in front of others, he is actually secretly interested in these little gadgets, which is quite strange if you tell others about it.
Xie Lang did not deny this. He smiled and said, "Since I have accepted the gift from the Grand Master, I will also make a bowl of longevity noodles for him to try."
Wen Hemian looked doubtful, and she was stunned for a moment: "You can also cook?"
As an emperor, it would never be his job to cook. Wen Hemian had never seen him cook, so it was normal for him to have doubts about it.
Xie Lang snorted: "Master, please don't look down on me."
Wen Hemian said nothing.
As promised, Xie Lang went to the imperial kitchen in person in the afternoon and sent out the irrelevant people. After a long time, he actually brought out a bowl of decent longevity noodles with eggs and green vegetables on top, which looked very appetizing.
The emperor personally brought the bowl of noodles to Wen Hemian and handed her the chopsticks: "Hanshuang, try it?"
By this time, Wen Hemian's skeptical look had almost disappeared, and after taking a bite of the noodles, he was completely convinced.
"Your Majesty, when did you learn this craft?"
Xie Lang sat across from her obediently, a trace of embarrassment showing on his handsome face: "A long time ago."
He vaguely remembered that a long time ago, Wen Hemian personally made longevity noodles for him. Although the final result did not look very good, Xie Lang still ate it up with care.
From that time on, he learned secretly, hoping that one day he would have the chance to make a bowl of longevity noodles for her.
It’s a pity that I didn’t wait for this opportunity.
Wen Hemian suddenly realized something for a moment, and heat rose in front of his eyes, blurring his vision.
She said softly, "Your Majesty is thoughtful. I like it very much."