The weather is clear and the moon is on the branches.
Su Li fell into a deep sleep, and Nangong Xiaobai also had his own practice.
Having nothing to do, thinking that I haven't seen Jiang Heng for a long time, I decided to go to the study room.
"Meet the saint!"
Standing at the door of the upper study room were two tall imperial guards. When they saw Jiang Zirou, they hurriedly clasped their fists in salute.
"Don't be too polite..."
Jiang Zirou nodded, "I want to see Henghuang."
After a while, a young eunuch ran out of the room, holding a whisk in his hand, and saluted Jiang Zirou respectfully.
"Your Highness, please..." the little eunuch said softly, flicking his sleeves.
Head up into the upper study.
The upper study room is actually a relatively large palace consisting of many rooms.
There is a south room for receiving guests, a main hall for discussions, and a private study room for office work.
On weekdays, Jiang Zirou occasionally discussed some things with Jiang Heng, and they met in the study.
It's as clean and empty as ever.
In front of the visitor is a huge golden nanmu table case, and behind it is a whole row of bookshelves, which are filled with various files, files, books and so on.
"Long time no see...Princess."
Jiang Heng took the initiative to speak, and was taken aback when addressing her.
"It's just as good as before."
There are seats in front of the wide table, a pot of hot tea with white mist on it, and several stacks of exquisite refreshments, obviously specially prepared for Jiang Zirou.
She sat on a chair, poured a cup of tea, and pushed it to Jiang Heng.
He poured himself another glass, took a sip, and put it down.
Then he said lightly: "Anyway, you already know these things..."
"makes sense."
Jiang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, with a slight smile on his face.
He is in good spirits, but his face is more wrinkled and his temples are grizzled. He is less than forty years old this year. Judging from his age, he does look a little old.
Dealing with state affairs consumed too much of his energy.
"I remember when I first met you, you were a little girl."
Jiang Heng picked up the tea and watched Jiang Zirou suddenly say:
"At that time, I found out by chance that you were also the heir of the late emperor, but at that time, the late emperor was already half-crazy. Although I was responsible for most of the matters, I couldn't do the matter of giving you a title... you can only smoke Take more time to visit the Sutra Pavilion, and tell the people to take care of it."
He paused and continued:
"It's just that I didn't expect that, in the blink of an eye, ten years passed by, and the little girl in the scripture pavilion in the past has now become an unattainable saint."
"The world is unpredictable..."
"A little opportunity, persistent efforts."
I believe what I said... Jiang Zirou shook her head, she didn't want to talk more about this matter, but raised another question that has been bothering her for a long time.
"I have cultivation, when did you find out?"
She was playing with the teacup in her hand, and she looked at Jiang Heng shallowly, her eyes wide open.
"This matter..." Jiang Heng smiled and said, "Do you still remember what happened when you met Jiang Longxiang for the first time?"
"nature."
"At that time, Jiang Longxiang was only thirteen or fourteen years old, but he already had the strength to resist, but he was easily held down by you... At that time, I knew that my sister was not as simple as I imagined."
It was Jiang Longxiang who cheated me... Jiang Zirou nodded, as expected.
After solving the problem that has been confusing themselves, the two chatted about other things.
"If nothing unexpected happens, the envoys of the barbarians will arrive at the imperial capital today." Jiang Heng said suddenly.
"today?"
Jiang Zirou turned around and took a look at the sky. It was already time for the moon to be on the branches.
"Isn't that already here?"
"It should be true..." Jiang Heng nodded, with a mysterious smile on his face, "Speaking of which, this messenger has some background."
"oh?"
Jiang Zirou didn't care, just a messenger, how much energy can he have.
"The emissary's name is Haishan. He is the leader of the eighteen tribes of the barbarians and the commander of this barbarian war."
Jiang Heng put down his teacup, sighed, and said softly: "This man is indeed a bit courageous, he dared to come to the imperial capital of the enemy country alone..."
"Haishan...I should have seen this person before."
Hearing this name, Jiang Zirou thought of what he saw in the desert of Jianzhou in the past.
If there were no accidents, the young man that day should be the barbarian leader named Haishan.
"Yeah?"
Jiang Heng blinked, with a little surprise in his tone, but he didn't ask any more questions, he just explained: "I heard that Haishan is proficient in the art of war, diction and poetry, and can speak eloquently. For a barbarian, it's quite interesting." .”
Jiang Heng spoke cheerfully, with a hint of ridicule in his tone.
Clearly unimpressed by the news.
Now you are like an old general with flags on the ring... Jiang Zirou turned his head to look at the sky, stretched his waist, his bed was occupied by that fellow Su Li, and it was still a big problem to sleep there at night.
Why not spend a night in the Buddhist scripture pavilion... she thought so.
"It's getting late, I'm going back to rest first..." Jiang Zirou got up and said goodbye.
"Oh... I have one more thing I want to ask."
Jiang Heng stood up and stopped his sister.
"explain."
Jiang Zirou turned around and spoke concisely.
"It's about the monster clan... Where did those people come from?" Jiang Heng had a worried face.
"From the new world, which may also be called the demon world, is a very powerful force, but I will take care of these things, so you don't have to worry."
"Is that so?"
Jiang Heng breathed a sigh of relief, and the expression on his face relaxed a lot.
"However, don't force yourself too much." He said seriously.
Do you look down on me a bit too much... Jiang Zirou wrinkled his nose, "Don't worry, I will never force myself, but you, pay attention to your body."
…
night.
In an official post somewhere in the capital.
Under Haishan's command, those barbarian warriors moved box after box of books into the room.
The official post is a residence for foreign envoys. Although the location is a little remote, the overall environment is quite good, with pavilions, small buildings, rockery gardens, everything you expect.
Daxia thinks that the world is orthodox, even if he despises them in his heart, he hates these barbarians.
And I won't stumble over these minutiae.
Outside the official post, under the darkness of night, there were guards in black armor and Jinyiwei in long gowns patrolling to and fro.
This is only the power on the surface, and it is even more unimaginable for the masters hidden in the dark.
"Brother, these people look amazing!"
Torre took off his hat, and tied his messy long hair into thick black braids behind his head. His muscles were tense, and he looked at the guards standing outside the door with some vigilance.