"I have a sister who happens to be in..." Cheng Qianye glanced at the map and randomly picked a city less than 20 miles away from Zhengzhou.
"In Ancheng. She is known for her courage and eloquence. It would be appropriate for her to go to Haojing as a princess of Jin."
Among the crowd, only Helan Zhen, who was born into an aristocratic family, had a slight impression of Princess Qianye.
"My lord, are you talking about Princess Qianye? I vaguely heard that the princess was lost during the Zhongmu Rebellion?" Helan Zhen asked in confusion.
Why did this annoying straightforward boy ask so many detailed questions? Cheng Qianye criticized Helan Zhen in his heart.
"In fact, she was not lost. The situation was critical at the time, and her mother secretly sent her to live somewhere else temporarily. Later..."
Cheng Qianye didn't want to continue making up stories, so she glanced at He Lanzhen.
Helan Zhen finally understood that her lord did not want to talk about this matter in detail.
He thought to himself: Maybe the lord has other intentions in letting Princess Qianye stay somewhere else temporarily, and it has nothing to do with me, so why should I delve into it
"Then it's settled. I will go to Ancheng in person to ask Qianye to go on the mission. Cheng Feng, you organize a team of elite guards to escort the princess to Haojing. Zixi, you..."
Before Cheng Qianye could finish her words, someone suddenly grabbed her wrist.
"No!" Mo Qiaosheng's eyes turned red. He grabbed her wrist tightly and spoke word by word.
Everyone was surprised by Mo Qiaosheng's actions.
Although General Mo was fierce and powerful on the battlefield, he was always respectful and obedient in front of his lord and had never behaved in the slightest bit of disobedience.
What's going on today
Cheng Qianye patted Mo Qiaosheng's hand and continued to speak.
"Zixi, please draft a letter for me and send it to Queen Mother Mo Zang of the Quanrong. Tell her about the princess' mission."
"In addition, General Helan will stay in Zhengzhou, while General Yu and General Mo..."
Cheng Qianye glanced at Mo Qiaosheng.
"You two, lead the troops to fight and intimidate the Quanrong. Lay the foundation for the negotiations ahead."
Yu Dunsu clasped his fists and accepted the order.
But Mo Qiaosheng still stubbornly pulled his master's arm, and his palm was so strong that it even caused her a dull pain.
Cheng Qianye frowned slightly and said, "Let's do this for now. Everyone, go back and sort out your thoughts. We'll discuss the details tomorrow. Qiao Sheng will stay."
After sending everyone away.
Only Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng were left alone in the side hall.
Cheng Qianye was upset, rubbing his wrist and sitting down on the chair.
Originally, her reunion with Qiao Sheng after a long separation should have been a happy and joyful moment.
But at this moment she was worried and irritated, and her frown never relaxed.
"I won't let you go." Mo Qiaosheng's voice rang out.
Cheng Qianye raised his head from behind the desk.
The man stood in front of her against the light.
The afterglow of the setting sun coming in from outside the door outlined the silhouette of this battle-hardened man.
He had broad shoulders, a tight waist, long limbs, and a body that had been tempered by thousands of blows, which had a beauty of strength. The aura he had honed on the battlefield made people feel that the one standing in front of him was a fierce blade drawn from its sheath.
This was the first time Mo Qiaosheng lost his temper with her.
Cheng Qianye found it very novel, and even the irritability in his heart was alleviated a lot.
At this moment, Cheng Qianye suddenly realized that his beloved, who was usually very shy in front of her, often blushing before speaking and shedding tears at every turn, had actually grown into a majestic and true general.
"No matter what, I won't let you take any risks yourself." Mo Qiaosheng said through gritted teeth.
He knew that his tone was too presumptuous.
My lord must be very angry.
He is not afraid of reprimand or punishment, but his attitude may cause his lord to dislike him.
But even if it meant making his master disgusted, he would never let him take such a risk. Even if it cost him his life, he would stop his master from doing this.
After a while, Mo Qiaosheng finally reacted.
The lord was not angry, nor did he argue with him. Instead, he looked at him with interest with his bright eyes.
Mo Qiaosheng began to panic, and his momentum dropped instantly.
Cheng Qianye smiled and waved her hand.
Then she pulled the man who came to her reluctantly and asked him to sit next to her.
She rested her head on Mo Qiaosheng's strong shoulders, where she found a support of her own.
So she rubbed her face as hard as she wanted without any hesitation, and finally let out a comfortable sigh of relief at the anger that had been accumulating in her chest.
"Qiaosheng, I may not be a qualified monarch." Cheng Qianye leaned against Mo Qiaosheng and closed her eyes. She didn't mind letting the person she loved see her weakness.
The lord's soft body leaned against him, and Mo Qiaosheng froze.
He wanted to raise his arm to comfort his lord who rarely showed weakness, but his arm seemed to be petrified and he couldn't lift it at all.
He could only stammer, "How, how could it be, there is no better lord than you in this world."
"To be a qualified monarch, one cannot have too many personal emotions. The interests of the country must always be placed above personal interests."
Cheng Qianye opened her eyes, left the warm support, and sat up straight.
"I am being willful. But if I have to sit here and watch Zhang Fu die, I would rather choose to be willful just this once."
"My Lord, you..." Mo Qiaosheng knew that something bad was going to happen. The determination he had built up with great difficulty seemed to be easily shattered by the soft words of his Lord. He could only make a final effort, "Is it worth it just to save one life?"
Cheng Qianye took out a small amethyst from his purse and placed it on the table. He then dumped the other gems aside and put them into a pile.
"Qiaosheng, look." Cheng Qianye pointed at the solitary crystal and the various small gems clustered together on the side, "If this represents life, and you can save one side and send the other to death, which side will you choose?"
"Naturally, I'll choose the side with more people."
"What if this single gem is me?" Cheng Qianye pointed his finger at the amethyst.
"Then I will definitely choose my lord." Mo Qiaosheng stretched out his hand and pushed the piles of gems aside.
"So, life is not noble or inferior, and people's choices are not absolutely right or wrong. It all depends on your heart. This time I want to follow my heart and save Zhang Fu."
Cheng Qianye looked straight at Mo Qiaosheng: "Qiaosheng, help me. Only if you can intimidate the Quanrong people on the battlefield can I win the negotiation."
Mo Qiaosheng knelt down and held Cheng Qianye's hand. He opened his mouth several times but could not speak. Finally, he nodded with difficulty.
Cheng Qianye held his face and kissed him gently.
"Don't cry, Qiao Sheng. Every time you go to war, I feel the same as you do now. This time, it's you who will stand behind me and look at me. Okay?"
…
Cheng Feng picked up Princess Qianye's carriage halfway.
The princess's procession was shockingly simple.
No, she had no ceremonial procession, not even a maid, she was just sitting alone in the carriage.
Mo Qiaosheng and several followers drove here to escort him.
The princess was of noble status, so Cheng Feng led the carefully selected guards to greet her and kneel down.
The curtain of the carriage was lifted, revealing half of a beautiful face.
Cheng Feng didn't dare to look up. He could only vaguely see through the car window: a black brocade collar highlighted a neck that was defying the frost and snow, and above that, red lips and a charming smile.
"I'll be sorry to trouble Captain Cheng Zuo and everyone else along the way." A gentle voice sounded.
Cheng Feng spoke modestly, but he was shocked in his heart.
Why does the princess' voice sound so similar to the lord's? They are indeed twin siblings.
He glanced at Mo Qiaosheng on the side and asked with his mouth, "Where is the lord?"
Unexpectedly, Mo Qiaosheng turned a deaf ear to him, his eyes even turned red, and he stared at Princess Qianye's car window without any manners.
Cheng Feng led the convoy for a long distance. Looking back, he saw Mo Qiaosheng still holding the horse, standing there blankly.
What happened to Qiao Sheng? Cheng Feng shook his head.
Cheng Qianye sat in the carriage and touched her hair. She hadn't dressed up for a long time and was a little uncomfortable. She was very skilled in makeup and dressing up in her previous life, but the hairstyles of women in this period were a little difficult for her. Fortunately, the hairstyles of women in Jin were relatively simple. They only needed to tie a double braid in the middle and wear some ornaments on their heads.
If it were the Wei State or the Song State where Yao Tianxiang was, she would not be able to do it if she had to comb her hair into layers of hair.
However, thinking of the long-lasting astonishment on Qiao Sheng's face when he saw her walking out in a long gown with curved hems, it still greatly satisfied her vanity.
Cheng Qianye lifted the car curtain and looked back. The black figure was still standing at the end of the road, refusing to leave.
Cheng Qianye was also a little nervous about going to Haojing.
But at this moment, seeing Mo Qiaosheng seeing her off from afar, she was inexplicably filled with confidence.
She clenched her fist and said to herself: I can do it, I will definitely bring Zhang Fu back.
In the Qiuguan Prison in Gaojing,
Mei Zang Pei Zhen looked at the Han man hanging on the rack in front of him and felt annoyed.
He recalled how he had been fooled by Zhang Fu, who was so weak that he even tried his best to tie a chicken. He also remembered how Zhang Fu, whom he once admired, had always called him "Mr. Zhang". He felt furious.
I wanted to whip him or beat him up to vent my anger.
But this man was a weak scholar who could not withstand torture. After just a few tortures, he looked half dead. If I were to control the severity of his punishment, I might really send him to death. Then I would be blamed by my aunt.
The Queen Mother has been in a bad mood lately, and I can't afford to offend her.
I don't know what my aunt was thinking. Since they had already torn their relationship apart, imprisoned His Majesty, sentenced the Queen to death, and exterminated the entire Liang family, why did she keep this Han man alive
The man with his head hanging on the shelf opened his mouth slightly, and a mouthful of blood dripped down in a line.
"I tell you to stop being stubborn. Can't you just tell the truth? I don't have time to bother with you." Mei Zang Pei Zhen said with a frown.
Zhang Fu raised his head and took a breath. "General, what do you want to ask? I will tell you everything I know."
Mei Zang Pei Zhen crossed his legs and waved his hand: "Then tell me, why did you betray the Queen Mother?"
Zhang Fu said weakly: "I have already said it, because your majesty lured him with a large sum of money."
"Nonsense." Mei Zang Pei Zhen slapped his thigh, "You are obviously a spy sent by Jin Yuehou to sow discord between the Queen Mother and His Majesty!"
Zhang Fu forced a smile and said, "As long as the general thinks it is, then it is. I only ask the general to show mercy and spare my life."
"Are you kidding me?" Mei Zang Pei Zhen jumped up and grabbed Zhang Fu's face. "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"
The face in his hand was pale and his breath was weak.
Mei Zang Pei Zhen really didn't dare to use any force, for fear that he would strangle the person to death if he used too much force.
He irritably waved his hands and said to the warden beside him, "Come on, come on, use your tricks that can only cause pain but not death on him."
Old Li sat in the corner of the cell, bored.
The adjacent door was opened by the jailer.
An unconscious man was dragged in and thrown to the ground.
"Brother, Brother Zhang, are you okay?" Lao Li called out to the "neighbor" who would share food with him.
Zhang Fu lay there motionless, with no visible new injuries on his body, but his pale complexion and cold sweat on his forehead showed that he had suffered cruel torture.
"Damn it, those beasts only know how to use such despicable means." Old Li spat.
The author has something to say: Cheng Qianye: You stupid author, do you know how to write? I am the heroine after all. This is only the second time I wear a skirt except for the first chapter. Do you think I am wronged