Zhao Hongru's attitude made Song Qiang and others feel very embarrassed. Did they really just win the battle? How come it looks like you lost the battle? This is their reward this time
"General, why does Zhao Hongru's attitude towards you feel wrong? Do you have any problems?" Song Qiang asked with concern. He knew that none of them could help, but they were still worried about Rong Chang'an!
"Small things, he just looks at me unhappy, what can he do to me? Wen can't rule the country, military can't stabilize the country, and he is stubborn to death. I really don't know how he can continue to stay in that position. In fact, he It’s not called danger, a real master kills without blood.”
Rong Changan said casually, but after finishing speaking, he realized that he had said too much, so he hurriedly comforted Song Qiang and the others, "Don't worry, I will be careful in the palace. Besides, I'm not that easy to calculate."
Rong Chang'an said indifferently, plotting and plotting were commonplace. Seeing tricks and breaking tricks, meeting gods and killing gods, meeting Buddhas and killing Buddhas, she has experienced such a miserable past life, and there is nothing she is afraid of in this life. All conspiracies and tricks are a piece of cake in front of her, so nothing to be afraid of!
Song Qiang can be regarded as a genius for military matters, but he is an amateur when it comes to conspiracies and tricks. He couldn't understand what Rong Changan said, so he could only scratch his head in confusion, only to find that there was still a helmet on his head and had to put it down.
However, he still said with concern, "General, you should be careful yourself, why don't you send a few people to take care of you near the palace? We will be worried if you are like this."
"It's okay, I will send someone to look for you if necessary. You are my most solid backing, as long as you are here, anyone has to think carefully before moving me. Isn't it? Go back and train hard, don't think about what is there. "Rong Chang'an comforted him.
Yan Li looked at Song Qiang who was anxious and wanted to say something, and persuaded him, "I'm still in the capital, don't worry! As long as you are all right, no one dares to touch your general."
"Okay then, tell me something. It's my duty." Song Qiang firmly promised.
Rong Changan patted Song Qiang's shoulder vigorously, like a good buddy, "Don't worry!"
Rong Chang'an and Yan Li each rode tall horses towards the direction of the capital, leaving only a wisp of smoke and dust in the air after a while.
At this time, the Tianzi No. 1 VIP room of Rugui Inn, the largest inn in the capital.
A young woman was sitting on the main seat, with a veil covering her facial features, but her exquisite figure all showed that she must be a peerless beauty. The chief guard silently guarded her side.
Two guards helped a seriously injured guard come in, and helped him to sit on a stool to rest.
"Akai, why did this happen? Didn't you go to the palace? Why were you injured so badly? Who hurt you?" Seeing that Akai was injured, the chief guard asked anxiously.
"I'm fine. It's just that I was beaten thirty times." The guard Akai said intermittently, breathing heavily, and then continued, "I asked to see the emperor, but they didn't listen to me and just beat me up." Yes. If I say it again, I will be executed directly. I did not complete the task, please punish me."
"You help Akai go down, give him some medicine and have a good rest. I will arrange the rest." The woman arranged very thoughtfully.
"Princess, why don't you just hit the board without any action! The management of this palace is too strict, what should we do?" the chief guard asked worriedly.
"The inspection of the palace strictly shows that the emperor of Dajing Kingdom is cautious, which is a good thing. The more capable the emperor is, the better for us. If it is a second-generation ancestor, I don't have to come." The veiled woman thought about it and analyzed.
"However, we can't see the Emperor of the Great Jing Kingdom, so how can we ask him to send troops?" The head guard Qingyu is very strong in martial arts, but her strategy is far inferior to this woman.
"It is estimated that the other few have no results. Tomorrow, you all go out to inquire about what major events have happened in the capital recently, and then analyze what to do next when you come back. There are always one or two ways that will allow us to meet the Emperor of the Great Jing Kingdom. Don't be in a hurry!" The masked woman was very calm, not as anxious as the guard Qingyu.
"Yes, princess. Tomorrow we will go out to inquire about the news." Qingyu also felt that she was radical, so she hurriedly restrained her mind and listened to the princess's orders.
The masked woman hesitated for a moment, but still asked, "He didn't go to the city, did he?" Her voice was trembling, and she was very disturbed.
"Princess, why bother! Since you are so worried about him, find a place where no one is around and live in seclusion with him! I, Qingyu, will avenge His Majesty's revenge with all my life. Okay?"
Qingyu's voice is very gentle, like a brother next door. He also really treats the masked woman as his younger sister, and he can't bear her running thousands of miles for revenge.
"It's impossible, we can't do it anymore. Everything can't go back to the past, and I can't go back." A young woman who should be charming, but the voice is full of sorrow, how pitiful!
The masked woman walked to the window and looked up to see the crooked moon that day. Confused with loneliness and sadness.
The chief guard saw the woman entering deep thought, quietly closed the door and retreated.
The moon waxes and wanes, which is difficult in ancient times!
The masked woman opened the box full of luggage and took out a wine-red guqin.
The material is a rare chestnut leaf jujube wood, and the carving is also very exquisite. The bird with spread wings stepped on the peony branch as if it had life.
On her twelfth birthday, her father invited a master of piano art to make it for her. It is the only one in the world, and it is a treasure among treasures.
She waved her hand lightly and adjusted the syllables.
The sound of the piano flows slowly from the fingers like flowing clouds and flowing water, with ups and downs, every beat shows the climax of the piano player, and every syllable is so tactful and melodious!
Sometimes the voice is like the cry of a child who cannot find its mother,
Sometimes like the whisper of a lover in love,
Sometimes like the whisper of a best friend late at night,
Sometimes like a lost child, looking for his own way in panic,
Sometimes like a ruthless executioner, he raised his butcher's knife high.
The person who was about to go out in the inn stretched his legs back, as if recalling the regrets he had had.
Pedestrians passing by outside the window also stopped in their tracks, as if they had also fallen into distant sorrow.
At this time, in the guest room opposite her, there was a young man in the same outfit as her guard, who had already burst into tears and kept murmuring, "Mingyue, Mingyue...".
Yan Li was walking on the street with a heavy heart at this time, and when he heard such a sad sound of the piano, he didn't feel that he was awakened the painful memories of his childhood. His parents died tragically, he was hunted down for many years, and those guards fell in front of him one by one in order to protect him...