"Failed again?" Zong Zhenghan looked gloomy and dripping. "What's the use of raising you in this hall?" He raised his hand and threw the secret report from the spy on the ground.
Playing with the ivory carved landscape snuff bottle in his hand, Zong Zhenghan's tone became more and more cold. "The moon bear, which was specially captured from the Western Jin Dynasty, was shot to death outside the mountains and forests without showing any utility? A guard who appeared for no reason? Huh?"
There was a loud bang in the silent room, and the enamel Sanskrit furnace in the hand of His Highness the Eighth Highness was shattered to the ground.
"Cut off the thread. If you dare to make another omission, I'll see you later."
When the pair of gold-silk dark-patterned soap boots passed by in front of him, the person lying on the ground was already covered in cold sweat on his forehead. In the cold weather, the vest was soaked in sweat and sticky, and when the wind blew, it brought a biting chill, and bursts of freezing chilled people.
In the Xicheng compound in the north, Mu Xiyao stared at her eyes and plucked out her ears, staring at Qiang San'er still in disbelief. "Where do you say His Highness is?"
"Master, last night at Zi Shi, His Royal Highness led a surprise attack on Gita. This morning, at 3:00 am, he captured the city and led his troops into the city." Qiang San'er blushed, his dark and shiny face, and his white teeth dazzled Mu Xiyao. More and more confused.
Zong Zhenglin captured the Mobei border city Gita? The man who was still in front of her the day before yesterday led his troops into the city? His mind was a little dizzy, and he looked at Qiang San'er and hurriedly asked, "How much did your Highness bring with you from Moganling's troops?"
Shouldn't it be that the military commander's orders are nothing, and the people and horses are emptied, right
"It has spread throughout the city outside, but the army stationed in Moganling has not moved. His Highness only brought eight hundred private army iron cavalry, and when they arrived at Gita City, they cooperated with each other, beheading more than 30 Mobei defending generals and killing them. Those barbarians will be shitting, and they will drop immediately!"
Inside and out! Finally grasping the point, Mu Xiyao's eyes narrowed and she silently estimated the time... Could it be that on the day of the hunt, this man used himself as a bait to attract the attention of all parties, but his men sneaked behind the enemy? The dark guards that disappeared, all touched the city of Geeta beforehand
"Master, Lord Wei has sent a letter saying that His Highness will return to Xicheng in three days. The master specially instructed that once the city should celebrate the banquet, the master must not show his face at will, let alone make trouble." Qiang San'er lacked confidence and added at the end After a sentence, "This is His Highness's original words."
With a pale face, Mu Xiyao raised her neck with a cold snort, lifted her skirt, and went straight back to the back room. The man who was far away from Gita still didn't forget to admonish her, and when he came back, he would definitely make him "parsley meat rolls", "suffering bittersweetness" and "wortwort old duck pot".
It's just that Mrs. Boss's surprise attack made her meritorious deeds, and she was always happy in her heart...
"Do you use these today?" Zong Zhenglin rushed back to Xicheng, and was warmly welcomed into the house by Mu Xiyao, and when he saw the prepared meals in the hall, his originally pleasant face suddenly fell.
"Yes, concubine heard that it is easy to get angry in the north, and occasionally go to get angry, it is better to eat lightly." As if unaware that his face was not worried, Mu Xiyao smiled at Yan Yan, and stepped on his feet to relieve him. Cloak, and twisted the hot towel to clean his face.
The little hand climbed up to his chin, tried back and forth, hugged the person's neck and kissed his chin, smiling happily to himself. "The stubble has popped up again. Tomorrow, a concubine will clean up with you."
Dese, Dese. The concubine prepared the dishes for you, but you took great pains to see you staring at it for so long, it should be eye-catching.
"His Royal Highness has been working very hard outside, so it's better to use more." As he spoke, he took vegetables into the bowl. Zong Zhenglin never liked these heavy flavors. The Sixth Highness is a picky eater, and he often follows him on weekdays. Today...you can make do with it.
The wrist that was holding the jade chopstick was brought forward by him gently and forcefully, and the parsley tucked at the tip, the leaves were drooping and the stalks trembled.
"Your Highness?" Why are you dragging your concubine like that
Having easily snatched the bowl and chopsticks from her hand, Zong Zhenglin grabbed the person and sat on his lap. "You're annoyed that Jiaojiao is not allowed to go out?" With tiredness in his eyes, he hugged her fragrant soft body, rested his chin on the top of her hair, and let out a long sigh. "It's a little boring, be nice and cute." The palms stroked the strands of hair scattered on her back, the tip of her nose had a familiar fragrance, and the whole body was filled with the sweet and warm fragrance of her body.
"Take Gita, and the other side of Shengjing must be moved by the wind. In the past few days, all parties in Xicheng have gathered, and Jiaojiao avoids, so that this hall can feel at ease." She kissed her side neck, the tip of the man's nose brushed her earlobe, Feng Feng Eyes closed, his expression secretive.
The secret letter has been handed over to a special person for interpretation, and the other party's goal is to point directly at the commander of the Chinese army. By falsely reporting the military situation on the West Road, he bought the lieutenant general in the army, trying to confuse Huo Yinglin's sight. It has now been found that the spy who delivered the letter was a confidant under the command of the Mobei Hussar General Tuoba Hong.
Since it is against this person, the other person may be able to use it.
"Your Highness?"
This man did not stop when he returned to the mansion. Mu Xiyao reluctantly tugged at his robe, "Since I'm tired, I've eaten my meal earlier, and my concubine will knead and relax your muscles and bones. Wouldn't it be better to settle down earlier?"
Raising his brows, he only hugged the troubled man and moved to the Taishi chair to sit leisurely, stretching his legs. "It really doesn't work."
With a puff, she covered her mouth and snickered, and Mu Xiyao's brows and eyes were curved, so she was not happy. "My concubine's sons are with His Highness." The rogue looked exactly the same.
Seeing the connivance in his eyes, I don't know why this man accommodated her. If he really wanted him to eat, the man wouldn't turn him down.
"Hui Lan." He raised his voice and called someone into the room. Seeing Saren closing the curtain, Hui Lan stepped into the house first, carefully holding the purple sand pottery in her hand.
The fingertips coated with Dan Kou slowly lifted the lid, and the strong aroma in the pot was immediately diffused. "Simmered deer tendons in a casserole. Are the dishes that His Highness loves, acceptable?" Then he brought his usual Penglai tofu, dried scallops with hydrangea, canary sparrows, and simmered sake, Mu Xiyao smiled. Yingying, greeted the person to remove the meal with ulterior motives from the previous table.
If you really want to neglect this most difficult to serve, in the end, it can't be counted on her head? Mu Yaonu played well at abacus, and her petite temper was over, and she closed it as soon as she saw it.
Zong Zhenglin smiled, his eyes full of pity.
This ghostly spirit, when he didn't provoke him, he ran away immediately.
"Not waiting?"
Yo, now that you know how to greet a concubine, you just pushed away someone's hand, so you hate it...
The victory of the West Road, Shengjing City showed great joy. In private, except for the family of the Sixth Prince, the atmosphere in the houses next to them was solemn, and there was no festivity.
In the imperial study, Emperor Yuancheng stared at the report in his hand for a long time, with a very complicated look in his eyes. After a long time, he raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows, finally making a decision.
"Gu Changde, see you in the study room of the Eighth Royal Emperor Xuan."
That night, Zong Zhenghan, the eighth prince, faced the Holy Spirit in the imperial study room, and stayed in the palace until the third watch. As soon as this news came out, Bai Ri was still very optimistic about the ministers of His Highness Sixth Highness, and the restless mind immediately became undecided.