How to talk about the feud in the past
During dinner, Nangong Jingnu sat alone at the dining table, and the seat opposite was empty.
There was a sound of footsteps coming from the door, and Nangong Jingnu's eyes lit up and looked towards the door, and then went down in a flash.
Qiu Ju gave a thousand blessings: "Go back to His Highness, the deep slave servants who are sleeping in the consort do not dare to disturb, do you want to invite them again?"
"No need."
Nangong Jingnu reluctantly ate a few mouthfuls and felt a little stuck in her heart, so she put down her chopsticks: "Bengong is full."
"His Royal Highness has not eaten for a day, so use more?"
"No appetite, withdraw."
"… Yes."
At night, Nangong Jingnu was lying on the bed, tossing and turning.
The thought of Qi Yan's plan to leave made him extremely irritable, but there was nothing he could do.
She found that Qi Yan seemed to be gentle and courteous, but in reality, she was indifferent: she couldn't see his thoughts, and she couldn't guess his likes and dislikes.
…
Chaotang, the sky just dawned.
At the fourth watch last night, an urgent report of eight hundred miles came from the border. It was a letter written by the Grand Marshal Shangguan Wu.
Shangguan Wu said: He was ordered to lead a large army to capture the rebel leader Qiyan Agula, and led a hundred thousand iron cavalry to chase north day and night. No trace of thieves was found even in the extremely cold areas of the North Desert. The climate in the North Desert is harsh, and the quicksand is thousands of miles away, making it difficult for the army to travel.
Shangguan Wu also said that food and water sources are extremely scarce here. He speculated that Qiyan Agula had been buried in the quicksand, and asked His Majesty whether to continue the pursuit.
Nangong ordered Sijiu to read the memorial in the hall and let the ministers express their opinions.
The courtiers were divided into two factions. On the one hand, they believed that the grass would be reborn without eradicating the root, and that the living must see the dead and the corpse.
On the other hand, they believed that 90% of the foreign slaves had been purged, and even if Qiyan Agula was still alive, there was nothing to be afraid of, and it was better not to chase him.
The middle book ordered Xing Jingfu to listen carefully to the elaboration of the courtiers of the two factions, and stood up with a jade wat in hand: "Your Majesty, I have something to say."
"Um."
"The minister believes that what the adults on both sides have said is reasonable, and you can choose the middle one. Judging from the report of General Zhenbei: Beimo is not conducive to the march of the army, it is better to order the big army to return to the court, and leave a small force to bring it with you. Sufficient water and dry food, take off your heavy armor and go into battle, and continue to search for the thieves."
Nangong Rang stroked his beard: "Go on."
"I think that the immediate priority of the court is how to properly relocate the 500,000 people who died innocently in the Qing-Yi Battle. Qingzhou and Yizhou are located in the north, but it should be warmer in more than a month. Improper placement of the remains of these people may cause epidemics to break out. The foundation of Luobei’s early construction is weak, and once the epidemic breaks out, it may be unable to save itself. Half a million is not a small number. Do these people still have family members? How to handle it? This is the top priority of the court."
Xing Jingfu's remarks touched the heart of Nangong Rang, who has always ruled the world with benevolence.
Although it was ordered to kill 1.3 million foreign slaves to temporarily divert the public anger, there are still many eyes in the world who are concerned about the follow-up of Luobei, and if they handle it improperly, the people's hearts will be shaken.
Besides, there was a Yanguan holding a pen knife staring at him behind him. Back then, he was able to sit on the throne because of his clever use of the pen in Yanguan's hand and the voices of the people.
Nangong Rang is deeply aware of the power of the officials and the people's hearts, that they can control the world, and if they lose them, they can lose the country.
"Aiqing is right, all the people in the world are my people. I am deeply saddened by such a big event in Luobei, and I thought of taking Luobei personally to handle this matter. It's a pity that I am old and I just left this place from Yongzhou. After a trip back, I was too weak to travel far…”
A person silently walked out of the courtiers and knelt down in the middle of the hall.
The second prince, Nangong Wei, bowed three times and said aloud: "I will play the father and the emperor, and my son is willing to go to Luobei on behalf of the father to take care of the funeral of the victims, control the epidemic, and rebuild the city."
Nangong Wang snickered: The second child really wants to turn over and wants to go crazy!
Qi Yan's clever plan drove the second child into the abyss. These days, the second child has been flattering one after another, and the father and emperor have never looked at him.
These courtiers were furious when they saw their father, Huang Longyan, and the second child was not a candidate for the crown prince.
You actually thought of going to Luobei to grab merit at this juncture? I think you don't even know how you died, do you
Not to mention that the battle in Luobei was initially decided, and the vicious aliens were wandering around, what kind of scene were these 500,000 corpses
The weather has been getting warmer recently, and the corpses are afraid that they will stink and drip with yellow pulp, and there is a danger of epidemic outbreaks at any time. Even if he is not infected with the epidemic, he will be disgusted to death!
Nangong Rang looked at Nangong Wei: It really needs a person who is "heavy enough" in the eyes of the common people to preside over the overall situation, so that the people's hearts can be reversed in one fell swoop.
Now the situation in the DPRK is unstable. This time, the Luobei rebellion Lu Quan hid in Yaoquan Mountain and never showed up. The most hateful thing is that the disciples of the Taiwei's mansion are also passive.
Thanks to Shangguan Wu, otherwise I would be embarrassed.
"Okay, it's rare for you to have such thoughts, so I will allow you to ask."
"My son, there is one more thing I want to ask my father to grant."
"Go ahead."
"My son wants to recruit some doctors to accompany him along the way, and he also needs a lot of herbs and seeds to prevent epidemics."
"Why do you want seeds?"
"Erchen thought: Some epidemics are zoonotic diseases, and there are countless cattle, sheep and horses in Luobei. I worry that livestock will be infected with the epidemic by drinking dirty water by mistake. So I want some seeds to be planted in the pasture for cattle and sheep to eat to prevent epidemics."
Nangong delighted Long Xin and said with admiration, "Yes, you thought very well this time, so it can be seen that you have learned your lesson."
"Thank you, Father."
Nangong pouted in disdain, hoping that the second child could die in Luobei.
Nangong Ping came from a humble background, so he was the eldest son in name!
Nangong Jingnv paced the main hall for half a day, and finally got her lunch.
Qiu Ju saw the master's thoughts and took the initiative to say: "The concubine has not eaten since yesterday, and it is time to wake up after resting for most of the day. The kitchen has specially cooked millet porridge that nourishes the stomach, and the slaves will go to invite the concubine to eat. ."
…
Nangong Jingnu was sitting in the imperial dining hall, feeling uneasy.
There was another footstep, and the person who made her uneasy finally appeared.
Nangong Jingnu bowed slightly, thought about it, and sat back again.
Qiu Ju withdrew with a bunch of servants.
Qi Yan walked to Nangong Jingnv's side, raised her arms and bowed: "See your Highness Qi Yan."
"sit down."
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Qi Yan sat down in her place and lowered her eyes. The main seat didn't move her chopsticks, so she could only wait quietly.
Nangong Jingnu took the opportunity to look at Qi Yan: But why did he lose weight without seeing this person for a day? The redness and swelling on the right side of her face had disappeared, which made her feel a little more at ease.
"Let's eat."
"Yes."
Nangong Jingnu bit her chopsticks and hesitated for a moment, but she put a bowl of millet porridge in front of Qi Yan.
He said awkwardly: "Qiu Ju specially cooked it for this palace, saying it is to nourish the stomach. This palace doesn't like to eat millet porridge... You should eat it for this palace."
Qi Yan retracted her gaze and said softly, "Thank you, Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu was silent.
She always felt that there seemed to be something missing between them, and after this incident, she finally saw it clearly.
Qi Yan has never changed since the big wedding, that is, respect for herself.
Even if he hit him in a hurry, he just let him hide for a day and then returned to "as before".
She tried hard to find even the slightest "unnaturalness" in Qi Yan's face, but found nothing.
Is it because this person has to do this because of the difference between their identities, or... everything before is his own illusion
Thinking of this, Nangong Jingnu felt her heart sour, and she lost her appetite when she saw the table full of delicacies.
Qi Yan finished her porridge quietly, and seeing that Nangong Jingnv hardly moved her chopsticks, she got up and filled a bowl of soup for Nangong Jingnv: "Your Highness, please use more."
Unexpectedly, Nangong Jingnv dropped the chopsticks and turned away.
Qi Yan looked at the back of the other party's escape, her deep eyes did not wave once, and she chased after a little thought.
This road has to go to the end no matter what.
How heavy is 1.3 million lives? I will never feel guilty again...
Qi Yan followed closely behind, all the way back to the bedroom.
Nangong Jingnu threw her head on the bed, but heard Qi Yan's voice: "You go down first."
"Yes."
She buried her head in the quilt, pricked up her ears and paid attention to the movement in the hall.
Qi Yan sat beside the bed and called softly, "Your Highness?"
…
"His Royal Highness is still angry? His face is still aching."
…
"If Your Highness ignores the minister again, the minister can only bow his head and apologize?"
Nangong Jingnu sat up and said angrily, "Don't kneel!"
But seeing that Qi Yan had no intention of getting up at all, did he realize that he was fooled.
Just as he was about to attack, he met a gentle gaze, and he lost his temper immediately.
Nangong Jingnu was both angry and ashamed: she was angry that her "unpromising" was eaten by this person, and she was willing to...
He grabbed the cushion and smashed it on Qi Yan, with red eyes: "You go! What are you doing here?"
Qi Yan obediently endured a few times, begging for mercy: "Your Highness is merciful, the old injury of this minister is not yet healed."
Nangong Jingnu's hand moved for a while, and then she shouted again, "Isn't your injury on your back?"
Qi Yan laughed, got up and stood in front of the bed and was about to kneel when she lifted the hem of her robe. Nangong Jingnu dropped the cushion and supported Qi Yan's arm: "I said that you are not allowed to kneel!"
"I have committed a capital crime by gaffe, and I feel ashamed overnight. Besides, I really don't know how to face Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu said in a sullen voice: "Don't mention this matter again... Ben Gong hit you, and the two are clear."
Qi Yan sneered: Liang Qing? How can the orphan of the support plough be separated from the daughter of the Nangong family
"Thank you, Your Highness."
Nangong Jingnu quickly glanced at Qi Yan, then looked away: "Your face still hurts?"
Qi Yan sat down beside the bed again: "Your Highness."
"Um."
"Can I stay tonight?"
Nangong Jingnu's heart beat out of rhythm: Qi Yan's behavior last night really scared her, but she vaguely felt that if Qi Yan was allowed to ask, they might become different...
Qi Yan's gentle voice rose again: "I just want to have a heartfelt word with Your Highness."