"Yongqing." Zheng Xiaohan took the hot tea from Wanjia, opened the tea lid and revealed the steaming hot tea. He lowered his eyes and looked at the general of the Fuguo sitting next to him, "You said, since Shao Kefan has found a way to resist
The method of evil spirits, then should we act or...?"
Yang Yongqing pondered for a moment, then his expression changed, "If Shao Kefan killed 130,000 evil spirits and prevented him from being reincarnated, hell would not let him go so easily, but I am afraid that the lives of many soldiers would have been lost in vain."
Zheng Xiaohan's black and white eyes flickered, but soon dimmed, "That's true, but if Shao Kefan uses this as an excuse to destroy Yingzhi, wouldn't it be worth the loss?"
Yang Yongqing frowned and glanced at Wan Jia beside the monarch. For some reason, he always felt that the temperament of this woman was not simple, even though she was described as respectful and shrinking.
Zheng Xiao coldly raised his chin towards Wan Jia, "You, get out."
Wan Jia was hearing the key point. What measures they took was very important to Cang Teng. She originally planned to send a letter to Cang Teng after hearing it, so that the senior brother could prepare as soon as possible and did not want to be kicked out by Zheng Xiaohan.
She stood under the eaves of the palace, with anxiety appearing in her brows. She slapped the back of her right hand on the palm of her left hand and held it tightly. Ying Zhi was about to send troops, and Cang Teng was at peace. She didn't know that the danger was approaching, and she didn't know what Ying Zhi was up to. However, she didn't know what Ying Zhi was up to.
She was a little lucky that she knew at least two pieces of information worth mentioning, and her senior brother would probably arrange the rest.
Yang Yongqing patted the armrest of the seat with his hand and asked softly and slowly, "Has the monarch investigated the origin of this maid next to him?"
Zheng Xiaohan was slightly startled, looking at the corner of the purple shirt exposed outside the palace door, with a sneer on his lips, "Yongqing feels strange too?"
Yang Yongqing lowered his voice and said, "I would ask the monarch to pay more attention. There are many Cang Teng agents lurking in the palace, and they are deeply hidden. Bad things will definitely happen at critical moments. It is difficult to detect them at ordinary times!"
Zheng Xiaohan's eyes were as sharp as daggers, "Well, since she heard it, we will use the plan to test whether she is loyal without affecting the progress of the plan."
"The king is wise." Yang Yongqing nodded, but still lowered his voice and said, "If Ning Sheng, Hu Shen, and Meng Ou are responsible for this crime, Shao Kefan will have no excuse."
"What do you mean...?" Zheng Xiaohan opened his eyes wide, "The sword that summons evil spirits is sent from the eagle, and the troops are sent from the three places?"
Yang Yongqing stroked his short beard with his hands, his eyes full of admiration, "Yes, kill two birds with one stone."
Zheng Xiaohan's hand on the armrest tightened, "It's indeed a good idea." The discussion was considered to be over. However, after she drank a few sips of tea, Yang Yongqing had no intention of leaving, and seemed to be hesitant to speak.
The appearance of stopping.
Zheng Xiaohan thought it was a bit funny, "Yongqing speaks directly. I have worked with this king for several years, what is there to hide?"
Yang Yongqing coughed twice, "Your Majesty, do you really want to marry Mo Huan?"
Zheng Xiaohan closed his eyes, not wanting to show any emotion, and slowly uttered one word, "Yes." He added, "It is good to choose a leader in martial arts to assist the cause and share worries and solve problems, but as Yongqing just said,
There are many Cang Teng spies infiltrated into the Eagle Palace, and I am worried that I may accidentally get a dangerous person next to me. After all, it is better to be on guard."
Yang Yongqing pondered for a long time and nodded cautiously, "That's fine, don't be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what happens."
Zheng Xiaohan opened his eyes, and his black and white eyes were filled with a layer of sadness, "As for the dispatch of troops to the three places, the general will do it for you. The wedding will be held in three days. The palace has been busy with this matter these days, which happened to cover up Shao Kefan.
eyes and ears to distract him."
"Yes, it's a good time to act." Yang Yongqing secretly rejoiced. When everyone in the palace suspected that the monarch was pregnant and forced her to undergo an examination, he stopped his hand in time and saved the generation of Zhijun. Although sometimes she needed his guidance, but
Everything is solved in one click, she even considers the problem more deeply and comprehensively, and she has martial arts that can rival Shao Kefan. After all, she is the most suitable monarch for Eagle!
After Yang Yongqing resigned, Zheng Xiaohan lay on the throne, staring into the void of the palace, feeling misty and in a trance. The two similar but dissimilar faces were staggered and overlapping... Will he be unable to be with his beloved after all in this life?
Ling Shuanghua and Ling Shuanghua are said to live and die together and never leave each other. She and Dancheng cannot die together, and she cannot never leave Jichen.
Suddenly, she hated Dan Cheng. Why was he so stupid in the first place? She couldn't take down Shao Kefan with all the efforts of the whole country. He actually tried to kill the insidious, treacherous and cruel devil by himself, and ended up dying tragically. Cang Teng died miserably. She saw
What arrived was nothing more than a cold corpse and a gauze bag and a pair of flowers.
If he hadn't been stupid, she would have married him long ago. Now she would be in deep love with him, holding his son's hand and growing old with him. Why would it be like this? At that time, she was happily waiting to return to Yingzhi.
What came was unspeakable grief and a lifetime of regret that will never go away.
It was he who caused her to marry someone she didn't love, and she was about to spend her whole life in loneliness and coldness on the throne. How could she not complain? He passed away from this world, walked on the road of Yichuan, turned to the next life, and then forgot about this life.
In all things, she was the only one holding on to her short memories and suffering through every day. He was relieved, because all the pain was carried on her shoulders. Since he loved her, how could he bear it?
Zheng Xiaohan's fingers trembled slightly, and he clasped the armrest of the throne tightly. He finally calmed down, and ordered Wan Jia, who was motionless outside the door, "Come in."
Wan Jia lowered her head slightly, held up her purple skirt with her fingers as white as green onions, walked into the hall with small steps, and knelt down respectfully, "Your Majesty."
Zheng Xiaohan looked at her carefully, his eyes were like facing the prey under his claws, and he felt more and more unusual. No matter what humble actions the maid named Xiaowan made, there was a faint air of a lady in her. If you pay attention to those pair of
With your charming eyes, you will find that the look hidden deep inside is not awe, but a natural calmness.
Zheng Xiaohan suddenly remembered that she had never asked about Xiaowan's origin. Generally speaking, maids or slaves serving the monarch were selected by maids and slave officials, and their backgrounds were found to be clean before they dared to be sent to the monarch. Therefore,
She has never had to take the initiative to investigate her origins, but is this woman really innocent now? It is not difficult for a person with a little scheming to hide it from the maid and the slave officer.
It was as if a sharp whip slowly seeped into her skin. Wanjia felt uncomfortable all over, feeling that something was wrong in the atmosphere. Besides, Zheng Xiaohan didn't speak for a long time. She raised her head carefully, just in time to meet those sharp black eyes, and lowered her head again.
Go, with a trembling voice, "Your Majesty, Xiaowan doesn't know what he did wrong."
Zheng Xiaohan withdrew his gaze and stopped looking at her, "Go back to your attic first. I want to be alone for a while."
"Yes, your Majesty, please pay more attention to your health." Wan Jia carried the huge secret just now and couldn't wait to tell her senior brother. However, in order not to arouse Zheng Xiaohan's suspicion, she walked out slowly at her usual pace.
That red whip-like gaze stared at her, following her through the yard with lush flowers and trees, and the path with sparse fallen leaves, until she disappeared around the corner of the road.
Suddenly something occurred to her, and she paused: Zheng Xiaohan was already suspicious of her, and the look in his eyes just now was different from the look in her eyes that he didn't like before. It contained the meaning of seeking for answers, and then she
Let her go back...
She originally wanted to discuss it with Fengyuan, but fortunately she was walking to the point where the path branched towards the pavilion and the Xuanting Hall. She turned slightly towards the direction of the Xuanting Hall, and walked towards the small pavilion.
I held my breath, but the journey was safe and there was no sign of anyone stalking me.
Are you worrying too much? Wanjia frowned, the path was winding, winding around low rocks, green pines and bamboos, lush and lush, among which the flowers specially planted for decoration were blooming just right, burning fiercely, turning a few turns, as if they had been passing through.
Went to different worlds, and soon returned to the attic.
After entering the small courtyard, she habitually raised her eyes to look at the countless mirrors on the eaves, which were like pearls. Although the sun shone brightly on the mirrors and she closed her eyes, she could clearly see the outside of the courtyard reflected in the mirrors every time.
The situation is that at this moment, except for the rays of the sun and the tall frost hibiscus trees, there is nothing in the mirror, and the same is true at different angles.
What surprised her was that if Zheng Xiaohan's martial arts was stronger than hers and he could lift his breath beyond the range of her perception, then it was strange that there was no figure of her or anyone else in the mirror...
...The look in Zheng Xiaohan's eyes just now clearly contained extreme distrust. With such an impatient personality, how could she not have chased her earlier?
However, regardless of suspicion or not, the important thing is that it is best if no one is watching. The most important thing right now is to inform the senior brother in time about Zheng Xiaohan's plan to go to war, so that he can make plans in advance. Otherwise, even if Cang Teng is stronger than Ying Zhi, he will be caught off guard.
To meet the enemy on the ground will also result in the loss of a lot of strength.
She glanced at the mirror inlaid on the eaves of the pavilion again, and found nothing unusual. Then she hurried into the room, wrote a paragraph on the letter paper, gently picked up the ink to dry it, and suddenly wanted to add a sentence: Wan Jia Gong
Asked the monarch, when can he return to Cangteng? She couldn't help but be startled. She didn't know why such a sentence came out of her mind for no reason. Did she always want to go back? She wanted to see that handsome and cold face, those sharp eyes.
And calm eyes?
She suddenly remembered that after all, she had only met him once. However, she fell in love with him after just one meeting. She remembered him so clearly that she lowered her status for him and was willing to be a little maid. This heart will never come back.
How many people can wake up now that they are beyond redemption? Sometimes when she wakes up from a dream at night, her face is covered with a layer of salty tears. She draws him, she dreams about him, but he doesn’t know these!
She originally thought that she really wanted to be a maidservant for the rest of her life, stay in Eagle, serve him, obtain important information, and have no regrets. It turned out that she wanted to go back, just to see him one more time, just for this life, not only
I just glanced at him.
She was stunned for a long time before she came back to her senses. The idea just now was just a joke, just like a dream, not true. She rolled up the letter and tied it up, holding it lightly in her hand. Her purple sleeves hung down and covered her hands.
After walking for more than half of the time, he walked into the yard, took out the pecking goose from the large round bamboo tube attached to the side of the painting screen, put the letter into the thin tube on its leg, and released it facing the direction of the sky.
The wings of wild geese are strong and powerful, and are several times faster than carrier pigeons. Therefore, Manghuang's letters are usually sent by trained wild geese, that is, Xinyan. Wanjia watched with satisfaction as the Xinyan flew briskly into the yellow-green sky, looking down at her.
He moved a little further and glanced at the mirror on the eaves for the third time. There was still bright sunlight and towering frost hibiscus trees, and he let out a long sigh of relief.
However, in the peripheral vision, a gray dot seemed to be falling.
Wanjia quickly raised her head, and what she saw was so startling that her heart almost jumped out of her chest: the Xinyan flying towards Cangteng, while passing over a palace thirty feet away from Huike Hall, its body dived downward for a while.
distance, then leaned forward and flew diagonally towards Huike Hall.