Lin Hai looked at Rong Changan in astonishment, not knowing what she was muttering.
"Queen, are you alright?"
Rong Changan's tight jaw symbolizes strength and perseverance: "Send my order, and the army will disband on the spot!"
Lin Hai raised his brows as deep as ravines, and his eyes were full of doubts and incomprehension: "Queen, why are you disbanding after gathering?"
A determination flashed in Rong Changan's eyes: "You don't need so many, prepare a horse for me, I want to go to Beijing to meet the emperor."
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Before leaving the barracks, Rong Changan held a red brocade pouch in Lin Hai's palm, and said to him earnestly, "I'm going back to Beijing, and I'll probably stay for a while, and I'll leave everything in the barracks to you."
Lin Hai's eyes fell on the kit in his hand: "What is this?"
Rong Changan's face was tense: "After I leave, you open this kit, and there is a private letter from me inside."
"Private letter?" Lin Hai's face showed more doubts and incomprehension, "What private letter?"
Rong Changan showed a faint smile, like the ripples of a leaf falling from a calm lake: "You will know when you take it apart."
The sound of dede's hooves was clear and sweet in the bitter air.
Rong Changan left Chuntao behind and let Lin Hai take care of her. In the previous life, Chuntao had been dragged down, and in this life, Rong Changan did not want Chuntao to suffer anymore.
In less than half a day, Rong Changan traveled through the wind and snow and came to the north gate.
"Who is under the door, tell me your name?" The guard on the tower shouted to Rong Chang'an.
Rong Changan took off the felt lily and raised his fists: "Rong Changan!"
The defenders were taken aback, especially Xiong Yanchao, the commander in chief of the city, who hurried down the tower and opened the city gate himself.
"I don't know that the queen will come back, but I hope you will forgive me!"
Rong Changan stretched out his hand to him: "General Xiong, get up, I have something urgent to go to the palace to meet the emperor, I left in a hurry, and I didn't inform you, I should be forgiven!"
Xiong Yanchao was suspicious: "What does the empress want to see the emperor for?"
Rong Changan smiled apologetically: "This is a confidential matter, and Rong Changan can't do it on his own."
Xiong Yan couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed: "Since it's a confidential matter, it's not good for Xiong to ask again. Shall I send some soldiers to follow the queen into the palace?"
Rong Changan smiled gratefully: "No need. Since I can come back from the front barracks alone, and the palace is not a dragon's pool or a tiger's den, why should General Xiong send someone to follow me?"
Before finding out who was assisting Ziyan's rebellion, in Rong Chang'an's view, every general was the object of her suspicion.
"If that's the case, the empress is welcome!" Xiong Yanchao pointed to the door.
Rong Chang'an clenched his fists again and rode past.
The guard next to him asked Xiong Yanchao: "There is a war ahead, and Empress Rong is the leader of the army, why did she suddenly come back alone?"
If Rong Chang'an hadn't been ordered by the emperor to leave the barracks privately, he would have to bear a great crime.
Xiong Yanchao was convinced that when Rong Changan came back, there was a reason for her to come back, so he reprimanded the defender who was questioning.
"Didn't you hear just now, the emperor invited the empress to come back, there is an important matter, you dirty talent, can you ask?"
The defenders retreated in dismay.
"Close the door! Pay attention to the situation ahead, and notify me immediately if there is any enemy situation!"
After speaking, Xiong Changan went up to the north gate tower again.
Rong Changan walked along the streets of the capital alone. During the snowstorm, many merchants closed their shops. Seeing a noodle restaurant in front of him from afar, Rong Changan rubbed his stomach, his bowels moaning endlessly, so he galloped to that noodle restaurant. The horse hitch was at the door, Rong Changan tied up the horse, walked down the corridor, slapped the snowflakes on his body and head, kicked his feet, and shook the snow mud off his feet. Stretch out your jade hand and uncover the green cloth curtain.
There were three or four seated seats inside the curtain, and only one old man sat facing the window. The old man had long eyebrows, white as snow, and a disgusting ointment on his face. The window was open, and the wind and snow drifted in and fell into his warm wine. He didn't get tired of it, and was very interested in facing Bai Xue, took a sip of wine, threw a peanut into his mouth and bit it.
Rong Changan only felt that this old man was familiar, but he couldn't remember where he met him. Besides, her attention was all on the palace, so she didn't think too much about it.
"Miss, would you like to drink or eat noodles?" the doctor in the waiting room asked with a smile.
Rong Changan sat down opposite the old man, put down the felt hat, and rubbed his hands: "First, let's have a pot of hot tea to drive away the cold. Then, let's have a bowl of noodle soup."
Waiting Doctor nodded and bowed: "Alright miss, I'll go get ready now!"
A pot of fragrant Biluochun was placed in front of him, Rong Changan poured a cup and ate it in his stomach. There was not a single pore in his body that felt uncomfortable, only his ears and face felt warm.
Waiting for Doctor Waiter, the old man on the opposite side sat at the same table at some point. With his face lowered, he asked weakly:
"But go to the palace?"
Rong Chang'an's body trembled slightly: her entry into the palace is relatively confidential, so why does this old man who does not know each other in the noodle restaurant know that she is going to enter the palace
Hearing the voice, Rong Changan also felt familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was.
"Who are you?" Rong Changan asked back, one hand was already touching the soft sword wrapped around his waist.
The old man smiled, but didn't speak. He just moistened his index finger in Rong Chang'an's teacup and wrote a word on the table.
"Prisoner?" Rong Changan looked at the word, then at the person, "How to explain this word?"
The old man always had a smile on his face: "This word determines your fate in entering the palace."
Rong Chang nodded in relief. Rong Chang'an entered the palace alone, if there was a rebellion and Rong Chang'an was imprisoned, there was no way to avoid it. What puzzled her was that this old man knew where Rong Changan was going and what he was doing.
"How about being a prisoner?" Rong Changan's eyes showed resignation, "The one I love is in danger, can I just watch it?"
Rong Changan had already made up his mind in his heart that even if she died, she would die with Zi Yan.
The old man sighed: "General Rong is a country and his heart is a lover. Jin really admires it. If I watch you enter the palace and die, how can I feel at ease? Why don't Jin do you a favor and let you and your heart The people who miss you are all safe and sound, how about it?"
A light of joy flashed in Rong Changan's clear eyes, and she almost jumped up from her chair: "Doctor Jin, is it you?"
Jin Renxin then took off his long eyebrows, removed the ointment, and finally revealed a face that Rong Changan was very familiar with.
"Queen Rong, long time no see, you are still in such high spirits!"
Rong Chang'an said: "Why are you here? How do you dress yourself up like this?"
Jin Renxin sighed again: "As the saying goes, people are afraid of being famous and pigs are afraid of being strong. Jin Renxin's reputation is too popular. Wherever I go, there are people following me, so I can't be idle for a moment. There is no way, in order not to let others recognize me, I had to put on a little makeup."
When people are not famous, they want to be famous; after they become famous, they know that being famous is a tireless thing. In fact, how pleasant it is to find peace of mind and body, but once you enter the imperial gate and live in the sixth palace, there will be no more peace.
"Doctor Jin, how do you explain what you wrote to me just now?"
Jin Renxin's expression suddenly became solemn: "When Jin was studying medicine, he also learned the method of divination and astrology from his master. A few days ago, when the night sky was clear and I walked out of the house, I saw Ziwei Star was dim and dull, and some meteors were as big as a broom. Like Ziwei Xing, this is an ominous omen."
"What if the big star runs to Ziwei star?" Rong Chang'an asked.