There are several families living in Calabash Alley. Some go to the market with their cargo loads, while others go to the dock to work as part-time workers. There are also two naughty children who chase and play early in the morning. One of the children, holding a stone,
It hit the door of the house at the end of the alley, making a loud bang.
The child chuckled.
This house has been vacant more than a year ago, and no one has moved in. They often come here to play and play.
Boom, there was another crisp sound.
This sound reached the ears of the four female secret guards, and they all frowned. If it hadn't been for the young master's strict order that no one should be found in the house, they would have taught these children a lesson.
In this small house with two entrances, the east wing naturally belongs to Zhao Xiyan. The cook and the handyman live in the servants' room at the back. The other eight secret guards are divided into two shifts and keep an eye on Zhao Xiyan day and night. Four of them are on guard.
Here, the other four are just over in the west wing.
It is really a piece of cake for the skilled secret guards to hide from the households in Calabash Alley. They never open the door, and when they need to leave the house, they always climb over the wall to get in and out in the middle of the night.
Rice, grains and vegetables are fresh every day.
"Miss," Hosta took a look and turned around and said, "Today's breakfast is chicken wontons."
Strangely enough, this cook seems to know Zhao Xiyan's taste preferences, and most of the meals she prepares for three meals a day are Zhao Xiyan's favorites.
Zhao Xiyan knew it well. This was what Murong Shen had specially ordered.
Perhaps some women will be moved to soften their hearts and be moved by the man's paranoid affection.
Such a person will never be her.
She only had one heart, and in her heart was only Xu Jing. Murong Shen was so stubborn, and it was even more despicable to do such despicable acts in order to force her to come.
Zhao Xiyan got up and went to the dining table and ate a bowl of fragrant wontons.
She wants to eat well, sleep well and maintain her health, and waits for her little bamboo horse to come and save her.
The hosta also ate a lot, probably because of the steaming heat, the hosta's eyes were a little red. Zhao Xiyan glanced at the hosta and chuckled: "Okay, why are you crying again? These days, we have eaten and eaten.
We have everything to drink, but we just can’t leave this house. The rest is no different from the Zhao Mansion."
Hosta wiped her eyes with her hands and whispered: "I am so angry that I can't calm down in my heart."
"In the future, if the young lady is rescued, what should I do if the prince is still worried about her or has a thorn in his heart?"
Chastity and reputation are so important to a boudoir girl.
Murong Shen's plan is really cruel!
Why does such a good young lady have to suffer such hardship?
Zhao Xiyan was silent for a moment and then said: "It would be a lie to say that I am not worried at all. However, now that it is like this, we should always think about the good things. There is no use thinking about this all day long."
After a pause, he smiled again: "This small house trapped me, and it also trapped Murong Shen himself."
The house only trapped her people, but it also trapped Murong Shen's heart. Who is the real prisoner?
The hosta felt much better. After the secret guard took away the bowls and chopsticks, he smiled at Zhao Xiyan and said, "The sunshine is very good today. Please accompany the young lady to sit under the eaves!"
Zhao Xiyan smiled and nodded.
You can't play the piano here. It's okay to read, practice calligraphy and paint.
The sunshine is indeed very good today, the sky is blue and as clear as water. Large white clouds are like cotton wool, floating softly in the sky.
Zhao Xiyan became interested and set up a table under the eaves of the corridor to make a painting.
Hosta is used to serving, and he is busy laying out paper and grinding ink. First outline with ink, and then adjust the color and dye carefully. To paint a complete picture, it will take half a day at least.
Zhao Xiyan sat in front of the painting desk, her head slightly bowed, her expression peaceful. The sunlight seemed to shine on her delicate and white face.
Four secret guards were standing by, bored, chatting in pairs with their glances.
This Miss Zhao Liu is indeed extraordinary. Being under house arrest here, she shows no signs of impatience or losing her temper. This tenacity is better than that of thousands of women in the world. No wonder the young master is so enamored of Miss Zhao Liu.
Miss Zhao Liu is not only beautiful, but also talented and knowledgeable. I have never even heard of the books I read every day.
Of course you haven't heard of it. You have been practicing martial arts since you were a child and you don't know a lot of Chinese characters.
Look, Miss Zhao Liu is so beautiful when she is painting! I don’t know what Miss Zhao Liu is painting, but she is so absorbed in it.
…
After half a day, the painting was finally completed.
Zhao Xiyan had been writing for half a day, her hand was a little sore, and she gently rubbed her right wrist.
The hosta brought the water with a smile and waited for the master to clean his hands. Then he carefully admired the painting and sincerely praised: "Miss, this painting has both form and spirit. It is really good."
Zhao Xiyan pursed her lips and smiled, staring at the handsome young man galloping on the painting, and said softly: "I think it's good too."
The most important thing in painting is the charm, but the resemblance is secondary. This painting was painted by Xu Jing. In fact, she had never seen Xu Jing leading the troops in battle. However, as soon as he touched the pen, this painting changed from
The tip of the pen tilts out.
Xu Jing seems to have come alive from her writing, wearing black armor, riding a black BMW, carrying a long bow, galloping on horseback, looking majestic and majestic!
The more Zhao Xiyan looked at it, the more she liked it. She smiled at the hosta and said, "Take the painting into the house to dry, then frame it and hang it in my study."
Hosta happily agreed.
The secret guard on the side: "..."
I really want to wipe away the sad tears for my son!
…
Jizhou.
A group of bandits suffered heavy casualties under the fierce attack by the imperial army. I don't know who shouted: "We surrender!"
With a crash, swords and weapons were thrown on the floor. I don’t know who knelt down first. Soon everyone fell to their knees.
There were also some who were running around, but were chased by the soldiers, who raised their sharp swords and beheaded them with one blow.
A strong fishy smell emanated from the battlefield.
Broken limbs and corpses were everywhere, and blood was flowing everywhere. Such a scene made me feel nauseated and uncomfortable at first. When I fell asleep at night, I would have nightmares from time to time.
Xu Jing wanted to save face the most. Even Xu Shiyi didn't know that his master had a nightmare for half a month when he first went to the battlefield.
After practicing on the battlefield for a long time, Xu Jing can now eat beef cakes on the battlefield without changing his expression.
"Tie up the surrendered bandits." Xu Jing ordered expressionlessly: "Kill all those who refuse to surrender."
If this military order is followed, countless heads will fall to the ground.
Compassion cannot control soldiers. Xu Jing's heart was ground into iron-blooded ice in war after war.
After this great victory, the largest groups of bandits in Jizhou were all defeated.
The prince was stationed in Jizhou, opened warehouses to stock up on grains, and appeased the people. The effect was remarkable. In the past, bandit troubles had occurred repeatedly, but now they were wiped out one after another.
"Your Majesty, after this battle is over, can we return to the capital?"
