If Rong Changan doesn't lead the army to fight, who will stop Pan Meichen? Is it Lin Hai, or Song Qiang, or the emperor Yan Li
"General Rong, I hope you will think about it again."
The person who should be considered is Yan Li, not Rong Changan. Leading troops to the front in the name of the abolished empress has never been seen before.
"Song Qiang, you and I have been in the army for a long time, and you also know my personality well. If I say I can't lead the army, I won't lead the army. It's useless to say more."
Song Qiang frowned, and looked at Rong Chang'an earnestly. And Rong Changan tried his best to avoid his gaze, and turned his face to the outside of the curtain. Through the curtain, she also saw heavy snowfall.
The hot charcoal grilled the cold air, and Song Qiang and Lin Hai could smell a burning smell. They were silent like this for a long time.
Song Qiang clasped his fists at Rong Chang'an, his face drooping, his eyes darkened: "Since General Rong refuses to go out to lead the army, Commander Lin and I can't force it. I hope that God bless the Dajing Kingdom and turn the danger into good luck and repel Pan Meichen." " He looked at Lin Hai again, "Commander Lin, do you have anything else to say?"
Song Qiang hoped that Lin Hai could do something to persuade Rong Chang'an. But what he saw on Lin Hai's face was also disappointment and worry, the two deep marks between the eyebrows were like a knife carving.
Lin Hai touched his severed hand and gritted his teeth: "I'm afraid of him! Empress Rong will stay in Fengming Palace first, and watch General Song and I go to kill Pan Meichen. At worst, I'll cut off another hand! No hand Yes, I still have teeth, if I bite, I will bite Pan Meichen to death."
So, the two clasped their fists together and said to Rong Changan: "Queen (general) take care!"
Opening the green cloth curtain, a gust of wind swept in with snowflakes, making people unable to open their eyes.
A snowflake fell on Rong Changan's long and curved eyelashes, it was icy cold, and when Song Qiang walked out, the blue cloth curtain covered the sky and clouds, and the room quickly warmed up again, the snow on her eyelashes quickly turned into a drop of water. Looking at it, it looks like a dewdrop in the grass, or a teardrop from the eye.
Chuntao walked in with a basin of hot water and put it on the shelf beside the bed, the hot water in the basin was steaming warmly.
Chuntao squinted at Rong Changan who was sitting on the chair, saw the drop of snow water, saw the corner of her sad mouth, and saw her melancholy eyes.
At the corners of her slightly raised eyes, there are two shallow marks, like the marks of snails crawling on the leaves. The emotion symbolized by this mark is similar to the emotion symbolized by the corner of her mouth.
"Queen, why don't you agree to General Song and Commander Lin, if you can lead troops to fight, you can leave this small space, isn't that good?"
Rong Changan's lips moved, as if he wanted to laugh, but he couldn't: "I'm deposed now, living here in seclusion, it's best not to talk about state affairs."
Chuntao didn't quite understand Rong Changan's many ideas and practices. All she can do is to support Rong Changan blindly and stand by Rong Changan forever.
Chuntao soaked the towel in hot water, rubbed it until it was half dry, and handed it to Rong Changan: "Queen, it's time to wash your face!"
Rong Changan took the towel and looked at Chuntao: "Don't call me queen in the future, it's not good to spread the word. You should call me Rong Shuren."
Chuntao was very disgusted with this title, her nose was sour, she pouted: "I just like to call you queen, what's wrong? Can that Ziyan arrest me and lock me up? No matter what, you will always be mine Queen."
Rong Changan's eyes were gentle: "It's better not to be called queen, you are not ashamed, but I am ashamed!"
Chuntao snorted: "Anyway, I don't know how to call Rong Shuren, I would be ashamed if I did."
This little girl has a stubborn temper, is it because she stayed with her for a long time? Maybe she has to change it, so as not to have a bad influence on Chuntao again.
Rong Changan thought about it: "Since you don't want to call me Rong Shuren, then we will be sisters from now on. I will call you sister, and you will call me sister."
Chuntao tilted her head, thought for a while, and suddenly smiled: "Yeah, I'm called Queen Sister."
Rong Chang'an's eyes flashed with reproach: "It's not the Queen's sister, it's the sister."
Chuntao nodded: "Yeah, sister."
It is Chuntao's honor to have someone who is a queen be her sister.
Rong Changan wiped his face, Chuntao brought the bronze mirror, picked up the grate from the makeup mirror stand, combed Rong Changan's hair, and put on ornaments.
Rong Changan was lazy, he just combed his hair into a smooth ponytail, and put it on the right side of his chest. No gold hairpins and silver rings, step shakes, plum blossom makeup, he didn't do it at all.
Chuntao looked at it, and was a little unhappy: "Sister, you don't dress up, why..."
I wanted to talk about how to go out to meet people, but I didn't think it sounded good, so I didn't say it.
Naturally, Rong Chang'an knew what Chuntao was talking about, so he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, and stroked his braid that fell to the side: "In the Han Dynasty, this was called a horse bun. Although the hair is not good-looking, it symbolizes my heart. I live in seclusion now. Here, I’m left alone in front of the door all day long, how many people do I see? What are you doing with make-up! Simple, the best.”
No one loves a woman who indulges herself like this, but Chuntao knows that Yan Li still has a tolerance for Chang'an in her heart.
"If the emperor saw your decadent appearance, I don't know how sad he would be."
When Yan Li was mentioned, Rong Changan sighed softly again, as if Hua'er could also sigh, which was even more heartbreaking.
"If he was sad, he wouldn't destroy me."
These were not Rong Changan's heartfelt words, but angry words.
She stood in front of the door and half opened the curtain with her left hand, snowflakes blinded her eyes. Looking at the sky, there are many, all of which are fluttering with goose feather-like snowflakes. The snow fell on Fengming Palace, every palace, every red wall, and every pool of algae in the Forbidden City.
It falls on every street and alley in the capital, on the wilderness in the suburbs of Beijing, and also on the gate of Waqiao Pass...
That day when the sleet was falling, someone hurriedly walked into the deep and solemn Yanyun Palace. He wears leather boots and is wrapped in fur. It is hard to tell whether the fur is tiger, mink, or leopard. He wears a leather hat with pearls and agate inlaid on it. Under the snow light, Glittering green.
When he walked to the double gate, two shining big knives were placed in front of him. The two men with strong backs had piercing eyes and flashed sternness, and their voices were even more like tigers and wolves.
"Who, why are you here?"
A trace of sullenness flashed across Liu Yiming's face. I usually come to the palace a lot, don't you know Liu Yiming? Why is it still "who?"
After all, he was the guard of the palace, so Liu Yiming didn't dare to offend him. He opened his mouth and smiled, "I'm Liu Yiming. I have important matters to see King Pan."
The focus of the guard's eyes is not on Liu Yiming, just like a statue, his eyes are only looking forward: "The king is resting now, no one is seen!"
Liu Yiming extended the smile from the corner of his mouth to his entire face: "You just need to tell the king that I have something important..."
The guard's voice was like a bell: "When the king is resting, no one is allowed to disturb him. Please come back, Mr. Liu!"