A cloud drifted past, gently covering the full moon, revealing only a faint brilliance. The earth was engulfed in darkness, as if something shattered in an instant, and then scattered all over the ground, with the sudden wind, the traces drifted away to the ends of the earth.
Xuan Mo nodded, and said in the dark: "This subordinate obeys orders."
Nalan Hongye was silent for a moment, then suddenly said: "Notify Sima Yang to rectify the three armies, and be ready to cooperate with Yanbei at any time to send troops to Daxia."
The man in the darkness suddenly raised his head and stared at her with a bit of shock and a bit of disbelief.
Nalan Hongye breathed calmly and seemed not to notice his emotional fluctuations at all. Instead, she said calmly, "Xuan Mo, there is another bandit invasion in the East China Sea. This time, I still have to rely on you to defend the East Frontier for me."
For a while, there was silence on the White Pagoda, and Xuan Mo's body was tall and straight, like a poplar tree. He just looked at her like that, his eyes traveled through the past ten years, and finally condensed into the wordless silence at this moment.
As a young playmate, he used the dignity of a prince and son as her personal bodyguard, watching her young and innocent, with a beautiful face like a flower.
When the emperor passed away, he knelt in front of his father's door for three days and three nights, persuading his father to give up the idea of treason and usurpation, and instead assisted the young emperor and her as the eldest princess.
For so many years, he has been standing behind her, obeying all her orders, being her most loyal subject and most trustworthy subordinate, even if he was ordered to marry the daughter of a powerful minister, he never refuted it.
But now, the emperor is at stake, the Song Dynasty is in danger, and Yanbei's iron cavalry is attacking, but she wants to let him go to the border of the East China Sea at this time.
However, in just a moment, he figured out the joints. His eyes gradually calmed down, and he returned to his usual appearance, calm and calm, he knelt down, and said in a deep voice: "I obey."
For a moment, Nalan Hongye's heart was hanging high. She didn't let go of her tightly clenched fist until he quietly knelt down and said "I obey" in his usual calm voice. When she turned around, Wushuang's face was as beautiful as a picture, and the corners of her eyes were painted with gold powder, showing a gorgeousness and dignity that one could not dare to look at. She felt the need to explain something, so she said: "There must be a fierce battle between Yanbei and Daxia. The fighting on the battlefield is brutal. You are the only person I can trust. I don't want to see any troubles with you."
Xuan Mo still lowered his head, and said calmly, "I understand."
Nalan Hongye took a deep breath, said with a light smile, "Okay, get up, between you and me, there is no need to stick to etiquette."
Xuan Mo didn't get up, but knelt there, with the silvery moonlight above his head, and a crow flapping its wings across the silent sky. The night wind blew over his bulging robe embroidered with nine-curved python dragons, and the pattern of an extremely human minister was like a cold knife, which could hurt others as well as himself.
He slowly took out a few things from his pocket and placed them on the white jade steps one by one.
Nalan Hongye frowned when she saw this, and was about to speak, but Xuan Mo said quietly: "I'm leaving now, I don't know when I will return, the military power of the Jingji Army and Xuanzi Army, please return to Your Highness."
She immediately wanted to decline, but when her eyes touched the two tokens, she was slightly stunned for a moment. The Gyeonggi Army originally belonged to the Ministry of War. After she and Xuan Mo jointly defeated the Minister of the Ministry of War, she took the Gyeonggi Army into her pocket. It has been led by Xuan Mo all these years; as for the Xuanzi Army, it is Xuan Mo's relatives. The guard army, with extremely strong combat effectiveness, can be regarded as the first-class army of Huai Song Dynasty. Like a strange coincidence, she actually stepped forward, helped Xuan Mo up with a smile, and said, "Okay, I'll keep it for you first, and I'll return it to you when you come back."
Xuan Mo was tall and straight, standing in front of Nalan, a head taller than her, his narrow eyes were like a cold lake, he just looked at her quietly, not disrespectful, but a little bold.
Nalan Hongye raised her head, her pointed chin had a soft curve, she smiled lightly and looked at him, her eyes sparkled and sparkled.
"Although King Taiping has defected, King Jinjiang and others are not idle people. After the minister leaves, His Highness still has to cherish himself."
Nalan Hongye smiled and said, "Xuan Mo, how long have you known me? Are you still worried about me?"
Xuan Mo bowed his head and said: "Your Highness is a genius in the sky, and this humble minister has made a slip of the tongue."
"Okay, there is no need to be formal. You and I have known each other for many years, and have supported us all the way. I promise you that no matter what fate Huai Song will have in the future, as long as I have the right to speak for one day, I will definitely give you the honor of King Xuan's mansion." Pet."
Yelu slowly climbed up to the corner of her clothes and wet the python dragon's claws. Xuan Mo bowed and said, "Thank you, Your Highness. It's late at night, if you have nothing to do, I will take my leave first."
Nalan Hongye wanted to tell him a few words, but at this point, she didn't know what to say. She nodded and said, "It's dark at night, ask the servants to light up an extra lantern."
"Yes, I have remembered."
After finishing speaking, Xuan Mo gave her a salute, turned around and walked towards the corridor. The moonlight shines through the grid on the passageway, leaving white marks one after another. Xuan Mo's back is straight and his steps are steady, step by step looming in the speckled light and shadow. After a long time, he finally got off the white tower and walked on the huge square. The night was like a thick fog, wrapping his figure in it. Standing on the tower, Nalan Hongye could only see a vague shadow.
The night wind was very strong, blowing her temples, and she just stood there, like a white jade statue, without moving for a long time.
She remembered when the East China Sea pirates harassed her when she was very young, and her father the emperor himself led the army. At that time, the empire was strong, its military strength was sufficient, and the world was full of prosperity. She didn't understand why her father had to go to the battlefield in person while guarding such an army. When she was young, she pulled her father's sleeve and asked in confusion: "My father, why did you go to the battle in person?"
At that moment, the emperor's eyes were like a vast ocean, and people couldn't see the edge at a glance. He patted her head dotingly, and said calmly: "There is no reason. If you don't bear some things, no one will bear them."
At that time, she didn't understand what her father said, but now, she suddenly understood.
In this world, everyone has their own helplessness, and everyone has their own helplessness.
Her inadvertent act got the hands of King Taiping's henchmen and poisoned the already deaf little emperor. This poor child is not only deaf, but also has a number of days due to this poisoning. Once the emperor dies, there will be great chaos in Huai Song Dynasty, King Jinjiang, King Huai'an and others will all be ready to move. At that time, her Nalan lineage will be cut off between heaven and earth.
She is not reconciled. Over the years, she has devoted herself to dealing with the government affairs and helping the young master with all her heart, while those royal family members are looking forward to her death every day. Could it be that her ancestors fought on the battlefield just to make wedding dresses for others? She has worked hard for many years, how can she let the country be ruined in the hands of those scumbags
Yanbei's hegemony is a foregone conclusion, Bian and Tang civil strife, Huai Song civil strife, Daxia is even more messed up. At this time, instead of waiting until Qing'er dies and handing over Jiangshan to those royal family members with ulterior motives, it is better to use Jiangshan as capital in exchange for the safety of the people of Huai Song Dynasty and the protection of her Nalan lineage. After all, she still has a seriously ill mother, Yu'er has three young daughters, and a group of loyal veterans who are loyal to the royal family...
It's better to agree to his proposal. In this way, Nalan's honor will not be diminished, and the two countries will form an alliance to pursue a great cause, and it will be more able to fulfill the ambition in her heart. What's more, isn't this wish what she has been looking forward to for many years
The door of the Jiuzhong Palace was wide open, and Xuan Mo's figure gradually disappeared in the boundless darkness.
She suddenly felt a little flustered, as if something had left, dissipated in the dark night, and disappeared quietly.
There was nothing she could do about sending Xuan Mo to Dongjiang. There was too much opposition in the army to this battle. Without the power of thunder, it would be difficult to deter them. However, Xuan Mo's generous troops would make it difficult to complete this task. With him around, Sima Yang would only be constrained, making it impossible for him to purge the entire army and cooperate with Yanbei.
What's more, the rebellion of King Taiping also made her see the importance of military power. And Xuan Mo's prestige in the army is far beyond what she can match. In a peaceful world, she can still rely on the power of the government and the public to control him. Now that the situation is so chaotic, she has to guard against it.
Hopefully, he won't blame her.
On the empty royal road, Xuan Mo walked quietly, his personal attendant Jiang Wu carefully followed by one side, and the carriage walked behind, making a creaking sound.
The eldest princess trusted King Xuan, so King Xuan's mansion was very close to the palace, and before he arrived at the mansion, he saw a few lanterns lit up in front of the door from a distance, all of which were red and warm colors, which made people feel warm when they saw it.
"The prince is back." Princess Yushu was dressed in a moon-white dress, looking elegant and tranquil under the lights. She took the lantern from Xuan Mo's hand, and asked in surprise, "Why is the prince carrying an unlit lantern?"
Xuan Mo was slightly taken aback, and looked down, only to see that the Jade White House lamp was not lit, and the thin jade wall looked like glazed glass under other lights, as if it would shatter if touched lightly.
He said softly, "Forgot."
After all, he should go to the palace first.
Yushu took a cloak and wanted to put it on his shoulders, but accidentally touched his hand, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "Why are the prince's hands so cold?"
Xuan Mo said nonchalantly: "It's okay." After saying that, he walked straight towards the study.
Yushu stood where he was, watching his back disappear into the garden after a few turns. The soft white cloak was held by Yushu, like a kite, blown by the wind, fluttering lightly.
"Princess?" The servant girl stood aside, a little embarrassed, and whispered, "It's windy at night, go back to your room first."
Yushu nodded very slowly, then turned around, with that gentle look again, and said with a slight smile: "The prince must be hungry when he comes back so late, go to the kitchen and order the cook to make some light dishes."
The servant girl nodded helplessly and said: "Yes, servant girl is going now. The princess should go to rest early, you are not in good health, so you can't stay up late."
Yushu didn't answer either, but urged: "Go quickly."
The maid went away, Yushu turned around, and saw candles lit up in the study room on the corridor, and a very thin figure stood in front of the window, the light and shadow flickered, handsome and elegant.
Yushu looked at it, and suddenly smiled. She pursed her lips, and took a few maids to the tea room, where some new boxes of good tea had been brought in, and she could brew them for him to taste later.
In the study room, Xuan Mo spread out a piece of high-quality Lanling rice paper, dipped the brush into the ink, but the end of the brush was hanging in the air, and he did not write for a long time.
With a puff, a drop of ink fell, and a big ink dot smudged on the rice paper, but he didn't notice it, as if he was thinking about something.
Jiang Wu stood aside and said carefully: "My lord, can I change a piece of paper for you?"
Xuan Mo looked down, then rolled up the paper without changing his expression, and threw it on the ground.
Jiang Wu couldn't help shrinking his neck, he has served Xuan Mo for seven or eight years, and he knows the temper of this moody master very well. Seeing him like this, one knows that he must be in a very, very bad mood at the moment.
After Xuan Mo threw away that piece of paper, he pulled another piece of paper, stared at the blank rice paper for a while, then lowered his head and began to write.
He wrote very fast, and in just a moment, he wrote a large article eloquently, and handed it to Jiang Wu after writing, saying: "Send it to the Ministry of Rites early in the morning, and hand it to Master Yu, and let him send someone to Baizhiguan. Hand it over to Yan Xun."