When Chu Qiao told Yan Xun what he had seen during the day to Yan Xun who was still not qualified to attend the Great Summer Banquet, Yan Xun was pruning a potted plant, he lowered his head and said these words calmly.
Chu Qiao tilted her head, thought about it carefully, then handed over a pair of scissors, and said softly: "Then tell me, didn't Zhao Che come back this time to help Zhao Jue?"
Yan Xun smiled faintly, "Muhe Nayun only gave birth to two sons, and the Muhe clan wanted to compete with the Wei Clan for the position of crown prince, so they could only support one person. Zhao Che has been guarding the border for four years, far away from the imperial capital, who knows what is going on in his heart. What do you think? In the royal family, Zhao's brotherhood, hehe."
With a crisp click, the flower stems of the bluegrass were cut off by sharp scissors. This is a pot of top-quality bluegrass, which was sent to the capital from Dalu Kuaima in southern Xinjiang, and it just entered the flower house. Chu Qiao let out a distressed cry when she saw it, but Yan Xun picked up Mo Lan and threw it aside without hesitation, then picked up a pot and continued pruning.
"To Mu He's now, they are just like me, the only choice is to continue pruning another pot." Yan Xun smiled slightly, "Who told the gardener to only send two pots of orchids into the palace today?"
Outside the house was filled with wind and snow, the stars and the moon were dark, Chu Qiao suddenly knew that the plan that she and Yan Xun teamed up to frame Zhao Che four years ago had completely failed. The prince who offended the Wei Clan and even the entire Presbyterian Council and was abandoned by the Mu He Clan climbed up from the mud, and returned to the imperial capital full of hatred and killing, even though he didn't know exactly who the real enemy was , but their days will require more care and prudence as they walk on eggshells.
"Don't worry," Yan Xun put his hand lightly on Chu Qiao's shoulder, "Zhao Che's resurrection is not necessarily a bad thing. Compared with the insidious Wei Jing and the difficult Zhuge Yue, this prince's weakness is really It's too obvious."
On this night, Zhao Jue, the eighth prince who was most loved by the Great Xia Emperor, was secretly executed in the Imperial Capital's Guozong Mansion. The matter went smoothly, and the body was carried out from the Xi'an Gate, disappearing into the boundless night in an instant. No one knows what serious crime he has committed, and no one intends to investigate the whole story of this matter. Everyone just knows that after Yanmen was beheaded at Jiuyou Terrace, King Xia Zhao Zhengde personally ordered to kill him. the first person. Then, he must have a reason to die. Just like Yan Shicheng, he must die.
As for who is behind this incident, who is holding the sails and paddles, and who is arranging the push hands, it is no longer important.
Seven days later, Bian Tang Prince Li Ce will visit Daxia as an envoy, and at the same time, he will personally choose one of the Emperor Xia's many princesses as his marriage partner. This is the right that the Prince Bian Tang won for himself after committing suicide by hanging himself, jumping off a building, taking poison, etc. As the only seedling of the Tang king, Li Ce is a rare flower in the royal family. He does not love power and fame, but only emphasizes poetry and beauties, and this, perhaps only this kind of leisure and leisure can be enjoyed by people who have never experienced competition.
Just when the princes of the Great Xia were secretly fighting for life and death, the prince Li Ce, who claimed to be the number one talented scholar in Bian Tang, was about to approach the capital of Emperor Zhenhuang.
Chu Qiao dropped the last piece, chatted and laughed and won the last piece of pastry in front of Yan Xun, and said slowly: "I don't know who will shoot the most prey in the school martial arts field tomorrow, but I know that tonight you will Hungry."
Yan Xun smiled lightly, looking out the window, he saw a pear tree standing proudly in the wind and snow, with a special charm.
"Ah Chu, do you still remember the bottle of Magnolia Spring that we buried under that tree?"
"Of course I remember," Chu Qiao smiled lightly, "We made an appointment to drink it the day before returning to Yanbei."
Yan Xun gently closed his eyes, sniffed, and said, "I seem to smell the wine, do you think I was a little too hasty?"
Chu Qiao shook her head, "You have never been impatient, you just waited too long."
The sun is setting, the vast snow is flushed red, the north wind is about to blow, and it will be another year of cold spring, which is expected to be steep and cold, and the ground will be covered with frost.
"Xi'er." In the vast snowy field, a group of people were trudging hard. A man in rich clothes sat in a luxurious carriage, stretched out a pair of slender hands like jade, and looked at the plump and charming woman with a smile in his eyes. Said, "My hands are cold."
Xi'er smiled, and gently opened her lapel, revealing half of her white and plump breasts, two bright red spots were faintly exposed through the thin white gauze, and she said charmingly: "Then Xi'er, please warm the prince's hands." .”
The man's hand stretched in along the lapel, and then he grabbed it lightly, "Oops", and shouted: "Xie'er, what is this?"
The woman groaned, and immediately fell limp in the man's arms, her eyes were like a cat's and she sneered, "Prince, it's a stove."
"Really?" The man frowned and rubbed his fingers, "What an elegant stove." His voice suddenly became hoarse, "Little fairy, let me be warmer."
It is difficult to travel at night, and the nobles of the Celestial Dynasty are currently running their bedtime programs in various ways.
Zhenhuang Imperial Capital became more and more lively.
After eight years, she finally came back here again.
There was a flat river on the snow field, Chu Qiao was sitting on the horseback, the colorful memories poured down like a flood that opened the gate.
Eight years ago, it was on this snowy field that she opened her first sight of coming to Simon Continent, and the monstrous bloody and disgusting killings swept across the sky, she ran barefoot in the empty wilderness with ragged clothes There is nowhere to run. But today, time flies, she is sitting on the horseback, facing the group of shivering children in the opposite cage, the bow in her hand is almost broken.
"Achu." Yan Xun rode forward, turned his head to look, and frowned slightly, "What's wrong with you?"
"It's fine." Chu Qiao shook her head, "I'm fine."
There was a rumbling sound of drums. Although the weather was so cold, the men on the high platform in the distance were still beating the war drums with bare arms. The rumbling drums seemed to come up from the ground and penetrate into the spinal cord of a person. The man was sweating profusely, with a red scarf wrapped around his head, yelling loudly while beating drums. The servants of Mu He's family shouted in unison, everyone was wearing high-grade soft armor made of sea sand and green leather, and a belt inlaid with gold was tied around their waists. A group of people stood together, and the sunlight was unspeakably dazzling. It is inevitable that some nouveau riche are vulgar.
"The Muhe family is indeed the number one family of the Presbyterian Church. Hai Shaqing can serve as armor for the servants. It really is a high position, powerful and rich."
Chu Qiao looked sideways, and saw under the cover of flags and flags, sitting in a deep purple fur tent, was a young man with a handsome face and slender eyes. He was eighteen or nineteen years old, his face was as white as jade, and his hair was as black as ink. , wearing a windbreaker made of Nanhuang Yu Zhuo Ling, with a snow-carved collar, making her look even more graceful.
This person is also Chu Qiao's old acquaintance, and he once pointed the arrow at himself in this land in this season.
Second Young Master Wei took a sip of tea, leaned over with a smile, and said to the young son of King Ling, "Zhong Yan, Lord Ling is considered a rich man, I wonder if you have equipped a personal guard with Hai Shaqing? "
Zhao Zhongyan was in his early twenties, and he was good looking. He chuckled when he heard this, and said, "How can we, a small fan on the edge of Lingxi, have such a big hand? Wei Jing, you must be laughing at me."
"What's so great about Hai Shaqing? Tomorrow, I'll use Bi Luosha to equip a guard. That's a big deal."
The second son of Wei and the youngest son of King Ling laughed when they heard the words, and Le Yi, the eldest son of General Le Xing, put his hand on the shoulder of the young man who was talking, and said with a laugh: "Your Highness Thirteenth, if you really equip a guard with Bi Luosha, then you can Even Prince Bian Tang will bow down to you."
Zhao Song raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when suddenly he saw a delicate and thin figure behind the heavy guard flags out of the corner of his eye. Let's reason with you."
"Ha, you're here too!"
Pushing away the many figures, the boy grabbed the girl's hand and shouted excitedly.
Standing behind Chu Qiao, Yan Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, but nodded lightly in an instant, "Your Highness the Thirteenth."
"Senior Yan, I haven't seen you for a while, what did you do?"
Yan Xun smiled and nodded, "I'm just an idler, wandering around in Yingge Academy all day long, and don't have anything serious to do."
"Hey, you are so modest." Zhao Song laughed, showing his white teeth, "A few days ago, Mr. Fu used your poems as a model for us to read. Sigh, you said you used such uncommon words, I read it for a long time, but I didn't understand it, and I was fined to copy it two hundred times, and Xiao Dezi is still writing it for me in the palace."
"Oh? Has the Thirteenth Highness not graduated from the Imperial College yet?"
"There are still three months," Zhao Song said with a smile while turning his eyes to Chu Qiao, "I will be eighteen in three months, and I can start a government office and marry a princess."
"Really," Yan Xun said, "Then congratulations to His Highness Thirteen."
"No, no, just prepare a big gift when the time comes." Zhao Song said with a smile, then pulled Chu Qiao's sleeve, "Your Majesty Yan, can I borrow someone from you for a while?"
Yan Xun looked sideways at Chu Qiao, seeing that Chu Qiao didn't object, he nodded with a light smile.
"Haha, Prince Yan, thank you so much! Ah Chu, come with me!"
The figures of the two disappeared in the crowd after a few moments. Yan Xun was dressed in black long fur, with black hair, eyes like the sea, gradually lost the warmth, and looked into the distance.
"Ah Chu, look, what is this?"
Chu Qiao picked up the golden box that Zhao Song had carefully protected, and when she opened it, she found that there were long wooden sticks with red powder on the top, which looked strangely familiar.
"Matches?" The girl frowned slightly, "For lighting?"
"Ah! Ah Chu, you are so powerful!" Zhao Song was speechless and gave a thumbs up, "How do you know everything? This is the tribute from the Framosa people from the western sea to the emperor. This is the first time I have seen it. You see, it's just a stroke and it ignites, isn't it amazing?"
Chu Qiao smiled lightly and nodded, stretched out her hand and flicked Zhao Song's forehead, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's amazing, you'd better put away such a magical thing."
"Ah Chu!" Zhao Song covered his head and yelled depressedly, "I told you not to flick my head."
Chu Qiao shrugged, "If you don't play, you don't play."
"Ah Chu," Zhao Song walked around to Chu Qiao, and said seriously, "I have business to see you, how can you follow Yan Xun to hunt in the fields today? Do you know that Zhuge Yue is back, if you let him Seeing you, isn't disaster imminent?"