Xiao Chengyi said: "My father-in-law and Beichen's national division jointly led the army, but Mobei is vast, deserted, and has a harsh environment. This battle is not so easy to fight."
You must know that in his previous life, it took Youan five or six years to capture Mobei.
Although Xuandu and Mu Rufeng are in charge of this life, more than half a year has passed and the war has not improved at all.
Jun Limo nodded: "Mobei is a desolate place and they have always wanted to invade the Central Plains. They have long been accustomed to the wind and sand in Mobei, but people in the Central Plains may not be able to get used to it.
I heard that there are often evil winds raging in Mobei, and everywhere they go, the sky is filled with yellow sand, and ghosts cry and wolves howl, but it’s true.”
Xiao Chengyi glanced at Jun Limo and said: "What kind of evil wind is raging is just ordinary sand and dust. Don't exaggerate and scare my Yan Yan."
His Yan Yan is timid. What if she is really worried about her father?
Jun Limo realized that he had made a mistake and said hurriedly: "I just heard what I said. Princess, don't take it seriously."
Mu Yun'an smiled and said: "How can I be so timid? Don't listen to brother Yi's nonsense."
As he spoke, he gave Xiao Chengyi an angry look.
Jun Limo couldn't help but feel a little envious when he saw their expressions of affection. He asked again: "I wonder when the regent and the princess will get married? I will definitely take A Lan to congratulate them."
Xiao Chengyi smiled: "Then it's a deal."
Duan Qingli watched them chatting happily, and they were really harmonious. She picked up the wine glass on the table and said: "I would like to toast the regent, princess and Mr. Ye with this thin glass of wine. I wish you a safe journey."
Everyone raised their glasses to express their gratitude and drank all the glasses.
At this time, a chamberlain came in and said: "Your Majesty, the Miss Miaoyin brought by Mr. Ye asked to see her, saying that she wanted to practice it for Mr. Ye."
Duan Qingli raised her eyebrows, glanced at Ye Xiuchen, and saw that he looked a little surprised, obviously not knowing that Miaoyin was coming.
She looked away and said, "Please come in."
Not long after, Miaoyin walked in holding her lute, and she knelt on the ground and bowed.
Duan Qingli asked her to stand up and said: "I heard that Mr. Ye entrusted you to the third princess. Since you are Mr. Ye's benefactor, you don't have to be polite in the future. Just treat the palace as your home."
Miaoyin thanked her, turned around and looked at Ye Xiuchen's soft voice and said: "The slave family knows that the young master and all the nobles will leave the capital tomorrow.
The slave family has nothing to repay, but I would like to play a piece of music for you all as a farewell."
"Here you are, girl."
Ye Xiuchen accepted her kindness and agreed to her request.
Someone from the palace brought a stool. After sitting down, Miaoyin adjusted the pipa in her hand and began to play.
Everyone listened to the wonderful piano music, which was slowly moving and seemed to be intoxicated by it.
In the entire hall, except for the wonderful sound of the piano, there was no other sound.
At this moment, Miao Yin, who was playing the piano, suddenly raised her head. She looked in the direction of Mu Yun'an, and the corners of her lips suddenly raised.
With a whooshing sound, a string flew out from the pipa in her hand. The top of the string was a sharp arrow, and it flew towards Mu Yun'an.
Everyone around him was immersed in the sound of the piano just now, and no one responded.