Xu Qinghuan watched as his favorite tea turned into white water, tasteless in his mouth, and couldn't help but sigh secretly.
There was a refreshing fragrance wafting out of Mr. Song's cup of tea.
As if he could read her mind, Song Chengxuan said calmly: "Replace mine with plain water."
Now she had no reason to refuse, but Song Chengxuan always felt a little inappropriate when he said this. It obviously had nothing to do with him, but he acted like this, as if he was accompanying her through thick and thin...
Thinking of this, Xu Qinghuan glanced at her father. Her face turned slightly red. Her father was here, and Song Chengxuan dared to speak like this. His face was not red, and his heart was not beating. It was as if he was doing ordinary things. He was really thick-skinned.
She wanted to refuse, but she seemed even more covert.
"Let's continue talking about the case." Xu Qinghuan hurriedly tried to bring the topic back to the case.
An Yihou's eyes were slightly distracted, apparently because he was deep in thought about the words of Song Chengxuan and Xu Qinghuan, so he did not pay attention to the thoughts of the two young children in the room.
After pondering for a moment, Marquis Anyi said: "Uszang and Duogansi have been in trouble many times in recent years, and the imperial court has been unable to control them. In the past few years, because of their turmoil, the imperial court has restricted Uzang.
There have been several conflicts over Duo Gansi's trade exchanges. Recently, Duo Gansi's spy appeared. The imperial court only asked Guangping Marquis to resolve the war in the northwest. The major issue was reduced to a trivial one, because the war in the northwest... the Great Zhou Dynasty and
Without complete assurance, if the war cannot be quelled within a short period of time, the entire northwest will surely be brought down.
Duogansi and Wuszang have had troubles one after another, and I'm afraid something will change in the northwest."
An Yihou did not continue. As a military general, the first thing he was worried about was the situation of the war. He looked at Song Chengxuan, wanting to hear Song Chengxuan's thoughts.
Song Chengxuan's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became deeper: "Marquis Guangping's injuries have worsened, and it is very likely that he is no longer alive." With Marquis Guangping's body, it should not be so fast, but there are no absolutes in this world.
Anyihou was stunned there, with the appearance of Guangpinghou appearing in front of his eyes. He didn't want to believe Song Chengxuan's inference, but after thinking about it carefully, it was very possible.
It took several days to get the news from the northwest. Maybe those people got the news before they did, and then caused trouble at this time, making the situation in the northwest even worse.
Song Chengxuan said: "They go to such great lengths to mention the affairs of the late emperor. Even if they hear the eldest princess personally admit that Prince Jing and the princess did not die of illness, what's the use?"
An Yihou was stunned: "That would...someone would question the late emperor..."
Song Chengxuan said: "If you question the fact that the emperor's throne was not obtained by legitimate means, the current emperor will sit on pins and needles, and his words will be feared. These actions target the people's hearts. Once handled improperly, they will lead to catastrophe and people's hearts will be in chaos.
The emperor might do something unwise and put the northwest in danger.
The emperor needs to carefully consider the causes and consequences and focus on the overall situation, and cannot act rashly in a rage, so that everything can be eliminated invisible.
Both events in Beijing and China started with the Usi Tibetans. If the emperor starts expelling the Usi Tibetans now and takes the initiative to send troops against the Usi Tibetans, he may lose the support of the people in the northwest.
Although Duo Gansi and Wu Zang repeatedly made trouble, they were still subordinate to the Great Zhou Dynasty. The Great Zhou also allowed the Wu Tibetans to enter the city. In the words of the late emperor, the Wu Tibetans were also the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty. There was no difference.
This kind of appeasement had a lot of effect, but if the emperor could not suppress his temper and started arresting and retaliating against the Uzang people, it would be equivalent to expelling the Uzang people from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and the Uzang would have an excuse.
Break with the Great Zhou Dynasty."
Of course An Yihou knew what this meant. Song Chengxuan's words were true. Perhaps the situation would be more chaotic than they expected.
"If something happens in a busy market, the news will spread quickly," Song Chengxuan said, "Tomorrow there will be merchants from the northwest leaving the capital with their children."
An Yihou looked at the hourglass and said: "I will go to court early tomorrow morning to remonstrate with you. If there is chaos in the northwest, it is the people who will suffer."
As soon as An Yihou finished speaking, Yong Ye's voice came from outside the door: "Sir, the homing pigeon from the northwest is back."
There was a folded piece of paper in the small bamboo tube. Song Chengxuan slowly unfolded the paper. He had expected it, so he looked calm: "The Marquis of Guangping touched an old wound when he was patrolling the camp, and it has gone. The military power in the northwest
It was handed over to Wei Guang, who was sent by the imperial court."
As Song Chengxuan spoke, he put the paper in his hand under the lamp. After the brief flame, a trace of fine dust was left.
Since the Marquis of Guangping was stationed in the northwest, news about his death has been spread many times, but this time it is true.
An Yihou was silent for a long time before sighing: "Being able to wrap the corpse in horse leather is considered as fulfilling a long-cherished wish. The most important thing now is to defend the northwest."
After saying this, Marquis Anyi said: "There are still a few hours until dawn. I will go and discuss countermeasures with Hong Chuanting."
The situation in the northwest weighed heavily on An Yihou's heart. He didn't want to waste a moment and turned around and left the house.
Only Song Chengxuan and Xu Qinghuan were left in the room.
Song Chengxuan picked up the glass of water and put it to his mouth. Just as he was about to drink it, he seemed to remember something and raised his head to look at Xu Qinghuan: "Don't you want to drink it? Give it a try, it's also very sweet."
Under his gaze, Xu Qinghuan also picked up the tea bowl.
"Hmm" No matter how carefully she tasted it, it was just plain water, nothing special, but she still drank it honestly.
Song Chengxuan put down the tea bowl in his hand and stood up.
Is he getting ready to leave? Xu Qinghuan immediately stood up to see her off. Unexpectedly, he walked up to her in a few steps and put his arms around her.
Under the light, their shadows were reflected on the wall next to them.
Song Chengxuan reached out and gently touched her cheek, but remained silent.
Mr. Song would inevitably do this before leaving, and Xu Qinghuan had some understanding of Song Chengxuan's thoughts.
"I'm not leaving tonight."
Xu Qinghuan was shocked, how could that work?
Song Chengxuan said: "The things outside are over. I have to wait for your brother to come back and then I will send you to rest."
Xu Qinghuan blinked, wondering if Song Chengxuan had made a mistake: "This is my home."
…
Song Chengxuan was walking beside him holding a lantern. He usually walked very fast, but tonight he deliberately matched her pace. When he reached the hanging flower gate, Song Chengxuan stopped and handed the lantern in his hand to Feng Chu.
Xu Qinghuan then walked towards the inner courtyard.
After walking some distance, Xu Qinghuan turned around and could vaguely see Song Chengxuan still standing there.
"It's getting cold," Xu Qinghuan told Feng Chu, "ask the steward to add an extra quilt in the guest room."
All the way back to the house, Xu Qinghuan sat on a chair. After a while, she called Feng Chu: "Find me a reliable person. I want to find a doctor. I roughly know where his home is."
But...he may not have moved there yet, so he needs to ask for information nearby.
The doctor I want to inquire about is surnamed Liao. He is about forty years old. He has excellent medical skills and a somewhat eccentric temperament. He lives in the village all year round and only treats the people in the village. We must try our best to find this person."
