At the gate of Qin Mansion.
A delicate girl in a plain white dress, supported by her maid, stood silently on the steps, staring in a daze at the empty alley in the distance.
As the night deepens, the lights dim.
The carriage had already left.
The people in the carriage had already disappeared into the night in the distance, getting farther and farther away from her.
The night wind blew, bringing a hint of coolness.
She couldn't help coughing a few times, but still stood there stubbornly, refusing to leave.
There was a sound of hurried footsteps behind me.
A snow-white fox fur was draped over her, tightly wrapping her fragile body.
A warm jade hand tightly held her cold hand.
A gentle voice rang in her ears: "It's okay, Wei Mo, you have to believe in him. With his ability, no one can force him."
The girl was startled for a moment, and whispered, "Mother, Wei Mo was just wondering... Can Wei Mo hold on until my brother-in-law is in high school?"
"Yes, of course!"
The young beautiful woman hugged her tightly in her arms, her eyes red and her voice trembling: "Believe in mother, you can do it... Wei Mo, mother wants to see you wearing a wedding gown, you must be very beautiful, very beautiful..."
The girl murmured in a low voice: "Wei Mo, I also want to..."
It's late at night and everyone is asleep.
The carriage ran along the empty streets.
Not long.
At the palace gate.
Yuewu dismounted, walked to the front of the carriage, opened the curtain, and said softly, "Master Luo, we're here."
Luo Qingzhou, wearing a loose Confucian robe, came out of the carriage with a calm expression, holding a thick roll of rice paper in his hand.
Yue Wu glanced at his delicate face, stretched out her delicate hand and said, "Master Luo, I'll help you."
Luo Qingzhou jumped down from the other side.
Yuewu: “…”
The two entered the palace.
Stepping on the soft red carpet, Yuewu turned her head to look at him and couldn't help asking, "Sir, aren't you afraid at all?"
Luo Qingzhou looked puzzled: "Why should I be afraid?"
Yue Wu's eyes flickered as she said, "Once we go in, we may not be able to come out again. Aren't you afraid of what might happen, sir?"
Luo Qingzhou turned and looked at her: "Will Your Highness kill me?"
Yuewu said: "Of course not."
Luo Qingzhou smiled calmly: "That's it, since His Highness won't kill me, then what do I have to be afraid of? With His Highness's status, he wouldn't bother to do something to me that I don't want to do, right?"
Yuewu moved her lips but said nothing more.
at the same time.
In the study, the curtains are drawn and the aroma is wafting in the air.
Nangong Huoyue, wearing a fiery red dress, was sitting in front of the eucalyptus table, holding a wolf hair brush, practicing calligraphy seriously.
Beside him, a charming young girl in a veil, with a graceful figure, fair skin and the cleavage of her chest, was kneeling respectfully beside him with her pair of snow-white jade feet bare. She held an ink block in her bare hands and gently ground the ink with her head down.
The slender legs and the curvy figure of the kneeling woman, faintly visible through the thin gauze skirt, are extremely attractive.
Tick, tick…
The water dripping outside the window is silently counting the hours of the night.
Nangong Huoyue put down his pen, picked up the rice paper on the table, took a look at his handwriting, and seemed quite satisfied.
"Are you ready?"
she asked suddenly.
The charming girl who was kneeling respectfully beside him bowed her head and replied in a sweet voice, "Yes."
The voice is charming and captivating.
Nangong Huoyue put down the rice paper in her hand, turned her head, stared at her for a few seconds, and couldn't help but reach out her hand, pinched her delicate chin, and lifted her cheek.
This is a face with natural charm and allure, with watery eyes and a charming look, which will make anyone who looks at it feel soft all over.
"You should know his role in my life. If you succeed, I will have a reason to give you to him. If you fail, I will give you away tomorrow."
"Remember, I will not force him. I will only create opportunities for you. He is very determined, and he is very henpecked."
"So, you're on your own tonight."
The girl lowered her head and said in a soft voice, "Yes."
Not long.
There were footsteps outside.
Yuewu's voice came from the door: "Your Highness, Young Master Luo is here."
Nangong Huoyue stood up and greeted him enthusiastically: "Sir, please come in."
The bead curtain rustled.
Luo Qingzhou took off his shoes and walked into the house, bowing and saying, "Greetings, Your Highness."
Nangong Huoyue stared at his delicate and indifferent face and said with a smile: "Sir, you are welcome. Come, please sit down. I have a few questions to discuss with you."
Luo Qingzhou followed her to the table and sat down, without looking away.
A snow-white jade hand reached out from the side, picked up the teapot, poured tea for him, and said softly: "Sir, Huagu can ask you a question first?"
The voice is soft and charming, and every word is heart-warming.
As he spoke, the fragrance from his lips was intoxicating.
Nangong Huoyue sat down, looked at the two of them with a faint smile on her face, and said nothing more.
Luo Qingzhou held his breath and refused directly: "Sorry, Miss Huagu, I am stupid and can't answer."
Hua Gu pouted her lips and said aggrievedly, "Sir, I haven't even asked yet."
Luo Qingzhou said directly: "Anyway, no matter what the young lady asks, I can't answer it."
Huagu: “…”
Nangong Huoyue smiled and said, "Sir, you are too cruel to treat such a delicate woman like this."
Luo Qingzhou bowed and said, "I came here tonight to talk to Your Highness, not to anyone else. Your Highness, can you let her leave?"
Nangong Huoyue looked at the girl next to her and said calmly, "Sir, you are asked to leave."
The girl lowered her head, bit her pink lips, raised her jade hands, gently untied the silk belt around her slender waist, slowly took off the veil on her body, revealing her jade-white and smooth shoulders and chest skin, and said shyly: "Sir, I have taken off my dress... Can you look up and take a look?"
Luo Qingzhou pretended not to hear anything. He lowered his head and took out a roll of rice paper from his wide sleeves. He presented it with both hands and handed it to the princess, saying respectfully, "Your Highness, in addition to The Six Strategies of Taigong and The Art of War by Sima, I also have The Art of War by Wu Zi. Written on this rice paper are the three chapters of The Art of War by Wu Zi, namely, Mapping the State, Expecting the Enemy, and Treating Diseases. Your Highness can take a look at them first. If Your Highness is satisfied, I can write the rest of the chapters."
Nangong Huoyue narrowed her eyes, reached out to take it, put it on the table, and slowly unfolded it.
“… In the past, those who planned for a country must first teach the people and be close to all the people. There are four things that are not harmonious: if there is no harmony in the country, you cannot go out to fight; if there is no harmony in the army, you cannot go out to battle; if there is no harmony in the battle, you cannot win…”
Seeing this, her eyes sparkled. She immediately sat up straight, held her breath, and continued to look down.
"When governing a country or an army, one must teach them etiquette, encourage them with righteousness, and make them feel ashamed. If a man has a sense of shame, he will be able to fight big battles and defend small ones. However, it is easy to win a victory, but it is difficult to defend a victory..."
There was silence in the study.
Only the occasional crackling sound from the burning oil lamp was heard.
Hua Gu, who was sitting beside him with her head down, waited patiently for a long time. Thinking of what His Highness had just said, asking her to rely on herself, she bit her pink lips, raised her head, looked at the handsome scholar in front of her, and said in a delicate voice: "Sir, I..."
"Shut up!"
Nangong Huoyue suddenly raised her eyebrows and glared at her angrily: "Get out!"
Huagu: “…”
She was stunned for a moment, and clearly felt the eldest princess's anger. How could she dare to hesitate? She stood up in a hurry, picked up the veil that had fallen to the ground, and retreated in panic.
Nangong Huoyue lowered her head, her eyes were burning, two blushes of excitement appeared on her face, and she continued to look down.
She read the chapter of "Tuguo" carefully for a long time, then raised her head and said, "Sir, please have some tea and snacks. There are books on the table, you can read them at will. If you need anything else, just call Yuewu. I need to finish reading these chapters first."
Luo Qingzhou said respectfully: "Your Highness, please do as you please, don't worry about me."
Nangong Huoyue was no longer polite and continued to watch, remember and think carefully.
The night passes quietly.
I don’t know how much time passed.
Suddenly, there was a sound of something breaking on the roof.
Yueying and the guards outside the house suddenly changed their expressions. When they were about to check, Nangong Huoyue suddenly said, "Don't pay any attention to it."
"Yes, Your Highness."
Yueying's cold voice came from outside.
Nangong Huoyue narrowed her eyes, glanced at the drawn curtains in front of the window, then glanced at the young man kneeling in front of her. The corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she continued to read carefully with her head down.
at the same time.
A red bead inlaid on the eaves of the roof had, for some reason, shattered into pieces.
On the eaves, there was a moon-white figure, standing there silently and motionlessly.
The guards below could clearly see this place, but they couldn't see her.
Before I knew it, it was already three o'clock in the morning.
In the study, there was still warmth and the smell of cigarettes.
Nangong Huoyue frowned, read and thought for a long time, finally raised her head, looked at the boy in front of her with fiery eyes and said: "Sir, what about the next one?"
Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and saluted: "Your Highness, it's getting late."
Nangong Huoyue stared at him for a while, then suddenly stood up, walked to the side, knelt down, picked up the ink block, began to grind the ink, and said respectfully: "Sir, hurry up, I can't sleep tonight."
Luo Qingzhou bowed his head and said respectfully: "Your Highness, I haven't figured out the following yet."
Nangong Huoyue was silent for a moment, and said, "Sir, I will write a memorial tomorrow morning. I cannot guarantee whether the mother and daughter will be convicted, but I can assure you that even if they are convicted of treason, they will be safe and sound."
Luo Qingzhou raised her head, reached out and picked up a piece of clean rice paper from the side, slowly spread it out on the table, then picked up a wolf hair brush and dipped it in the ink she had just ground, and said, "Your Highness, I just thought about it carefully and suddenly came up with something. I'm going to write it down for Your Highness to see."
Nangong Huoyue forced a smile on her face, bowed her head slightly, and said respectfully: "Thank you, sir."
Luo Qingzhou lowered his head and wrote.
In the study, the atmosphere is harmonious and pure.
On the eaves of the roof, the moon-white figure still stood there, bathing in the white moonlight, motionless.
Outside the palace.
Under a big tree not far away, there was also a slender figure standing there, shrouded in shadows, motionless, and no one knew how long he had been standing there.