She originally thought that since her brother couldn't return to his home in the south of the Yangtze River in time, she would go north to look for him. She sent a letter to Beijing, but learned about his expedition.
He said in the letter that if my little sister wants to watch the snow, the nearby Changyu is actually more suitable. The sacred capital of Fu is indeed prosperous, but the scenery will inevitably be ruined by the pedestrians coming and going.
She made up her mind as she was told. At that time, Mrs. Ruan was distracted by matters in the house, so she took Muxiang and two servants and set off.
However, when they reached Changyu, there was no snow. Unwilling to turn back, she continued north to Beijing with Mu Xiang and two young men.
Occasionally, I stopped at a teahouse in Beijing and heard from a waiter that there was heavy snowfall on a mountain in the outskirts. At this time, the mountains were covered with snow and the branches were bent by the falling snow, which was a great sight.
However, the mountain has always been the place where Dawu's loyal bones are buried, and the people still have many taboos about it, so few people go there.
She didn't think there was anything scary about it, so she entered the mountain.
What the man said was true, and they all went down the mountain in great joy. She had heard from her brother that the military staff had come up with a wonderful idea, and if it went well, the war would be over soon.
She stayed in the capital for a while, waiting for the victory of the Great Wu army.
Half a month later, the good news came, but she still could not wait for her brother. Another half month later, a letter came from her home in Wuzhou, telling her to return home quickly without delay.
She clutched the letter, her heart tightening. Auntie didn't explain what it was about in the letter, but the urgency in her tone was very obvious.
When we arrived at the Ruan Mansion, our eyes were filled with white silk. My mother-in-law said nothing and handed over a jade ring.
She recognized it as her brother's belongings.
She burst into tears immediately. She accused the servants at home of being messy. After the war was won, it was too late to hang the red silk, so why did she hang the white silk.
Aniang knew that she couldn't accept it, so she hugged her into her arms and told her softly that the man who sent the finger ring claimed to be his subordinate and called out his name.
——It can’t be faked.
She understood what grandma wanted to say.
Mrs. Ruan didn't know that there was such an agreement between her children, so she just continued chatting with Ruan Yuyi. Suddenly she saw her hanging her head in shock, and called out, "Nanny?"
She didn't want to worry her, so she smiled and said, "Mom, I'll go take a look at the lily porridge cooked in the small kitchen. It should be ready."
After saying that, she stood up and left her seat, and with her movement, her skirt rippled like flowers.
Jiang Huaiyang fell a few steps behind her and followed her.
The figure of the young lady in front is fragile, as if it is about to break when the wind blows. The wind lifts her dress, not as if she is wearing the dress, but as if the dress is hugging her.
His fingertips trembled slightly and he pinched it into the palm of his hand, but his breath was still messed up.
--temporary.
He went back and forth silently, as if tirelessly. She said that she had come to the capital on a temporary basis. Does that mean that she would not have the opportunity to meet and discuss with Dr. Hu? In this case, collaborating with the enemy and treason would be empty talk.
She just had a kind thought and didn't know the identity of the man, so she gave him a hiding place. His heart moved slightly.
The two of them arrived at the small dining room one after another. Compared with the main hall, the dining room was a little cramped. The dim light surrounded them, and they could hear the faint sound of burning firewood, which seemed noisy at this moment.
Ruan Yuyi opened the lid, the porridge inside was slurping, the overcooked lily petals were trembling, and a burst of fragrance hit her face.
She glanced at Mu Xiang and said, "Put some out and give them to grandma."
Mu Xiang took the porcelain bowl and scooped out a spoon. The spoon happened to be slightly smaller than the mouth of the bowl. She slid it along the inside of the bowl and put the lily porridge in. She bowed and walked out.
Ruan Yuyi stared quietly, looking stunned.
Someone hugged her waist from behind, and she caught a glimpse of the long and pale shadow on the ground, "Why does Your Majesty want my mother to misunderstand our relationship?"
"It's just a matter of time." He said casually.
She lowered her eyes and allowed him to pull her body over, covering her with a searing kiss that brought out the water in her eyes.
But sooner or later, grandma will know that she is the new emperor. She does not want to let grandma know that his majesty treats her with contempt, and she does not want to expose her weakness in the relationship between the two.
Maybe to him, he is just an object for pet, so he teases him at will.
She is different from the nobles around the palace. Their existence is of great help to him in winning over people's hearts. As for her, perhaps His Majesty will order to help her leave the Cheng family at the beginning, which means she is destined to pay for this kindness with her own life.
Her shoulders were trembling, but she climbed onto his neck in a dependent manner.
"Have you been to Beijing a few years ago?" His voice was low and hoarse, causing a blush to form in her ears.
She clutched his clothes tightly and replied with a trembling voice, "Yes...it has been snowing for a long time. I was traveling north all the way. I heard that it was snowing heavily on the mountains in the capital, so I stayed here."
"Have you encountered anything?"
"Never..." She wanted to say more, but he swallowed the second half of the sentence. His low smile was heard in her ears. This smile was frosty and snowy, but his big palms were burning, confusing her mind.
In a trance, it seemed like he was about to fall into the ground together with him, that crazy, dark and uninhabited land.
Her legs felt weak, and she couldn't help but take a step back, stepping on the dry firewood piled in the corner, making a rustling sound.
Just like the sound of stacking grain and wages.
Then there seemed to be the sound of weapons clashing, and the muffled sound of flesh being pierced, lingering in his ears.
Jiang Huaiyang's hand stiffened and he let go of her.
He lowered his eyes and looked at the young lady in front of him. Her lips were moist and slightly open, dyed with a ripe red color, and the ends of her eyes were also reddened delicately. She looked like she was living in a boudoir and not familiar with the world.
How could he relax just because she had never collaborated with the enemy or treason?
The death of tens of thousands of soldiers and deputy general Yuan, but they still lost their lives in vain because of her temporary kindness. This will not change. How can he explain to those tens of thousands of heroic spirits if he forgets this matter because of temporary love.
He knew in his heart that this was an irreconcilable conflict between them.
"Your Majesty," she reminded softly, "I'm still waiting over there."
He hummed casually, but had no intention of going out. He rubbed her slender neck, and what was flowing under the greasy snow was a red thousands of times more brilliant than rouge.
He called her little names over and over again, and refused to stop until she was tired of promising.
They have a long time to come, and he wants her to stay by his side, in that cage made of gold and jade, and pay for her little by little.
He will teach her how to put away her useless kindness.
The sun was getting brighter, but the early winter sunshine did not bring any warmth. When Wen Zhi entered the Yangxin Hall, he couldn't help but shudder. The new emperor had marched in the wind and rain, so he was not afraid of the cold.
Avoid burning charcoal fire.
On the one hand, it saves unnecessary expenses, and on the other hand, he feels that it is too warm in the palace, so it is easy to feel dizzy.
Wen Pheasant serves tea.
Prime Minister Li's expression was solemn and solemn, and he raised his hands to report. After saying this, he carefully raised his eyes and glanced at the new emperor not far away, "Your Majesty, I think that the Khitan has other plans this time, so I can't believe it."
Half of the young emperor's face was hidden in the darkness, and his aura was a bit colder than in the palace. He suddenly sneered, "How can they refuse since they intend to submit?"
On the surface, the Khitan has never provoked another war since that time, but it has never stopped harassing and looting people on the border. Its ambition to seize the city is already obvious.
After recuperating for several years, he suddenly expressed his surrender. It would be a big joke to say that he was sincere.
He certainly didn't believe it.
But people are coming to his door, wouldn't it be a pity if he didn't seize the opportunity to show his power?
Prime Minister Li knew that the battle with the Khitans a few years ago was the source of frustration in the new emperor's heart. But when he saw the new emperor's expression, he felt horrified and he hung his head.