Because no one believes that someone dares to lose it, but Zhuo Yijia gambled, and no one believed it. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Zhuo Yijia strode forward, stretched out his hand and kicked the Fu Xiqin wrapped in cloth behind him, evoking a cold smile, and muttering in a gloomy voice: "Yes, who will believe it." No one will believe it. ”

Moreover, she was ready to lose this Tongren from the beginning, and if she sang it for the first time, she would pay attention to it the second time. The second time I found out that it was not, it was clear. By the third time, even after thinking of the enemy's 35 plans, I could never think of another trick that had been used.

Which ploy will be used twice in a row? Who would believe it.

The soldiers of Zhuo Yijia did not believe it, and the soldiers of Xiqi did not believe it either.

So Zhuo Yijia used it.

The night knows how heavy the snow is. Zhuo Yijia's voice became farther and farther away in the snow.

The Western Qi army broke through Xu Daocheng, and when the city was broken, it drove straight in, and the soldiers who were scattered in the south were holding their heads and running away, and they even lost their knives, and they were not sarcastic. The morale of the Western Qi army was high. The city was occupied, and the garrison was repaired for several days. In the past few days, whenever they talked about the collapse of the Southern Shang army, all the Western Qi soldiers laughed at it, and then looked forward to the next battle with great excitement. Blood boil.

When the military report arrived in the capital, it was already a few days later.

Zhao Fengyao, who hurried back to the north from the capital, received a letter from Zhuo Yijia the next day. King Huairong returned to the west after the funeral, and there was another order, and the secret was not mourned until the day of the great victory of the Liaobei Army.

He held the letter for a long time, stood for half the night, and in the early hours of the morning, he turned back and hurried back to the capital.

The left and right sides of the capital did not wait for the news that Lord Shangshu of the Ministry of War had joined the army to lead the general, but they waited for the news of Xu Daocheng's break. The court was in a panic again.

Emperor Ming Xian was different from the previous anger, but calmly read the news, put it on the dragon case, and discussed the military situation in the west and north calmly.

On the Huaichuan side, 500,000 soldiers fought with the general's 800,000 army, and the number was very different, but they defended a city without losing it. It's a lot more reassuring.

By the time the battle had been fought until March, the city had never been broken in the west and north, and the hearts of the panicked people were a little calmer.

On the first day of March, the two major families in the capital, the Sun family and the Zhuo family, made a decision, and the wedding date was set for June Bingmao. As soon as the news came out, several families were happy and some were sad.

The nobles who were looking forward to the Sun family's Ruyu Langjun in the twilight of the Beijing Dynasty were also crying and blind.

The people of Namsho revere the festival of spring, believing that it is the beginning of all things. So this year's Shangsi Festival is still not much more lively than usual.

On the third day of the third lunar month, the lord of Changping Palace in the palace traveled to Peach Blossom Mountain and posted posts to all the nobles in Beijing. Those who received the post, except for Zhuo Yirou, naturally dressed up happily and drove to Peach Blossom Mountain.

In order to avoid the master of Changping Palace, Zhuo Yirou specially begged the Gao family who was ready to enter the palace to visit Concubine Lan.

After the next dynasty, the second prince in the palace also took his friends to Peach Blossom Mountain to enjoy the peach blossoms. So Taohua Mountain was under martial law again, and there were fewer traders and people who walked up and down the mountain to enjoy the flowers.

The world is not finished in March, and the peach blossom lacquer painting of the mountain temple is like a vermilion.

Zhuo Yirou followed Zhuo Yiping, the two got into the carriage of the Zhuo family, and under the advice of Hua Taijun, one drove to Peach Blossom Mountain in the northern suburbs of the city, and the other followed the Gao family to the palace.

Shangsi Festival is a folk festival, lively and festive, compared with the Spring Festival on a trace of bustle, a little more comfortable leisure. In addition, when the spring is full of integrity, the apricot blossoms and pear blossoms are full of branches, and the spring color that cannot be closed dyes Jinping City.

In the harem dormitory, Concubine Lan was eating and laughing in her bedroom. Leaning on the light mist silk embroidered lotus cushion, one hand holds the light gauze willow cigarette fan, and gently fans it.

There was a little maid kneeling in the hall, pinching her legs, and one kneeling on the side was smiling and handing it to her one by one.

Concubine Lan was half-lying on the sandalwood carved bamboo chaise longue in the dormitory, looking at the entrance of the hall from time to time. With a light makeup on his face, his hair is pulled up, and he only uses an agarwood hairpin to pin, and the rest of his hair is spread out to the side, lazy and comfortable.

After a long time, Mama Huang from the outer hall walked in and said to Concubine Lan: "Niangniang, the eldest lady and the second lady are here." ”

When Lan Guifei heard this, a smile appeared on her face. stretched out the soft wattle, and Gong E on the side stretched out her hand to hold it. She followed Gong'e's support and sat up straight: "Biography." ”

When Gao came in with Zhuo Yirou, he saw Lan Guifei sitting on the chaise longue, looking at him with a shallow smile. It's not like the palace people I've seen on weekdays, with heavy makeup and glamorous makeup, and the delicate makeup can't see the original appearance. Lan Guifei is just a light makeup, a light fat powder, a pair of watery autumn eyes, looking forward to rippling. She looked at Gao Shi and Zhuo Yirou who walked in, and there was a little smile between her eyebrows.

"The courtier/courtier's daughter greets the concubine. Both Gao and Zhuo Yirou walked up to him and bowed to Concubine Lan.

"No courtesy. Lan Guifei waved her hand gently, and she had a leisurely temperament between her hands: "Sit." Why didn't the second sister go to the peach forest during the Shangsi Festival? At this time, the peach forest should be very beautiful. ”

Zhuo Yirou raised her eyes and looked at Lan Guifei, and then said respectfully: "Back to Niangniang, it is the courtier's daughter who has not seen Niangniang for a long time, and she owes it in her heart, so I want to take a look with my aunt today." ”

When Lan Guifei heard this, she looked at Zhuo Yirou and smiled: "You are a person with a heart." As she spoke, Concubine Lan's gaze fell on Gao's body: "Is it okay to come into the house?"

Gao looked at Concubine Lan, and the smile between her eyebrows and eyes was real, not like the unhearted smile in the past, so she also laughed: "Don't worry about it at home, everything is fine." Your grandfather and grandmother were tough. Here's the peach blossom pollen and pickles I brought you. Don't you like it, I heard Mama Huang say a few days ago that you have a bad appetite these days, so I wanted to take some for you. ”

As he spoke, Gao took a Gu peach blossom pollen and a box of pickled vegetables from the maid on the side, and put them on the low table in front of Concubine Lan.

The maid on the side picked up the teacup, poured a cup of tea, and put it in front of several people.

"It's hard for my mother to always owe me. Lan Guifei picked up the teacup, took a sip, her eyes fell on the pickles that Gao was putting on, turned her head and glanced at Gong E next to her, stretched out her index finger like peeling onion roots and pointed at the box of pickles: "Taste it." ”

Gong E lowered her eyebrows and nodded, picked up the small dish of white porcelain floating koi on the table, then knelt down, opened the box, picked out some, tried it with a silver needle, and then tried it herself. After a while, he handed the small white porcelain plate of the koi to Concubine Lan: "Niangniang, you can use it." ”

Lan Guifei took the white jade chopsticks handed by Gong E, picked some and tasted them, tasted them, put down the jade chopsticks, and said with a smile: "There is no doubt that this is the taste of my mother." ”