Time flies, time flies. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe South Commercial is still calm, and the heavier and heavier taxes are making the people miserable, especially in the Northland. The corruption of the imperial court also made the state system of Nanshang begin to waver.

The north is still full of wind and rain, calloused hands and feet, and Jinping is still arrogant and lascivious, drunk and golden.

Zhuo Yijia's days of recuperation passed quickly, and he recuperated calmly in the north, and it was already the autumn of the coming year. Two years have passed like a white horse, and Zhuo Yijia's height has slowly stopped growing.

Although he is raising his body, he is still worried about the things outside, and he has received many letters from the three mothers of the capital and Bei Liang during this period. The most important of these is the army left behind by the emperor. Bei Liang held the appearance of the military talisman drawn by Zhuo Yijia, and found the southern army in Qingzhou in late spring last year. Zhuo Yijia sent a letter, asking Beiliang to take the army and still lie dormant in Qingzhou.

On this day, Zhuo Yijia stood in the courtyard, looking at the trees in the courtyard, the autumn wind was lonely, and the wilderness in the courtyard was blown away.

The courtyard is still the small courtyard of the year, the suburbs of Zhengyang, a family in the countryside, not far from the city, less than half a mile outside the door is the official road of Zhengyang to northern Liaobei.

Zhuo Yijia stood in the courtyard, with her hands behind her back, tilting her head slightly, looking at the yellow leaves fluttering on the trees, and through the gap between the yellow leaves, looking at the high sky and clouds in autumn.

Zhao Fengyao sat on the side, quietly looking at the military book in his hand. He never thought that he would spend all these years in such a peaceful way, in this small remote village.

However, the prince of Huairong Wang is different from the fourth lady of the Zhuo family who died in the 'dead', his disappearance for many years has not been forgotten, and he has still become a thorn in the throat of the heavenly family, thinking about it all the time.

Zhihua walked in from outside the courtyard and walked straight to Zhuo Yijia's side: "Master, Senior Brother Chun'er has replied." As he spoke, he took a letter and handed it to Zhuo Yijia.

Zhuo Yijia took the letter, opened it and read it.

Last year's injury was too serious, and after listening to Chun'er's instructions, I have recovered until now, and I have not fallen into a chronic illness. However, she had already sent Chun'er to Liaobei and entered the Huairong Palace, as a Jianghu Langzhong, to recuperate for King Huairong.

King Huairong also learned about Zhao Fengyao's recent situation from Chun'er's mouth.

After Zhuo Yijia's injuries healed, he was ready to go to Liaobei. Go to Liaobei, and then enter the Huairong Palace, and continue to do what she has not done.

Zhuo Yijia, who looked at the letter, frowned, and then turned his head to look at Zhao Fengyao, who was reading the book under the tree: "The fifth uncle's body is said to be dying." ”

Zhao Fengyao's face changed slightly, and his face was gloomy. Then he put the scroll in his hand on his lap and looked at Zhuo Yijia: "When I went to Beijing, my father was not good, and it was thanks to Mr. Chun'er that he was able to recuperate until now." ”

Although Zhao Fengyao was thinking about his father, he couldn't leave for Liaobei. Since his disappearance, the monitoring of the capital in northern Liaobei has been much stricter, and a small one will affect the entire Huairong Palace.

"Then what are you going to do?" Zhuo Yijia handed the letter in his hand to Zhihua.

Zhihua walked aside, lit a fire and burned it.

"When you are well, I will go to Beijing. Zhao Fengyao said, leaning back on the back of the chair, the chair shook gently with his movements, and he beckoned to Zhuo Yijia.

Zhuo Yijia glanced at him, walked to the small chair next to him and sat down, then looked at him, and asked softly, "What do you want to say in Shangjing?"

The fallen leaves swept by the autumn wind drifted onto Zhuo Yijia's head.

Zhao Fengyao looked at her, her eyes were watery, and she stretched out her fair and slender fingers and gently took down the yellow leaves on her head: "That is to say, I was robbed, and then I fell into the water, fell off the mountain, fell off the cliff, and fell into anything, anyway, I lost my memory, and then remembered the past, it is now, so I hurriedly returned to Beijing to ask for guilt." ”

If you don't know, where did the sin come from? As soon as I remembered it, I went back to Beijing, after all, not many people later knew about the assassination.

"What if you check it carefully?" Zhuo Yijia sat upright on the chair and looked at Zhao Fengyao with worry in his eyes.

Zhao Fengyao looked at her and shook his head: "Who is going to investigate? Even if it is not the Criminal Department and Dali Temple, is it difficult to make some fakes?" You don't have to worry, the second uncle wants nothing more than me under his nose. When I returned to Beijing, most of his hanging heart was relieved. ”

Zhuo Yijia thought, then looked at Zhao Fengyao and nodded: "When you go back to the capital, you also know that I will definitely not be able to join you." I will go directly to the north to find your father, I will give you all the power of the capital, and you yourself should be careful in Jinping. ”

Zhao Fengyao looked at Zhuo Yijia, turned his head and lay on the chair, staring at the yellowed leaves on his head, and said leisurely: "The turmoil in the frontier is gradually rising, and Zhengyang is not peaceful. You go to Liaobei City...... I can't put my mind at ease. ”

The national strength of Nanshang is weakening day by day, and the generals stationed in Huaichuan in the west have not been decided since King Qing entered Beijing and called the king, and King Qing has ruled together in order not to release military power, and after a long time, there has been infighting. Don't talk about war at this time, you can't figure out what is in the nest.

King Huairong, the chief general stationed in northern Liao, was seriously ill, and as the prince of Rongle County, he entered Beijing as a hostage, and his whereabouts are now unknown. The Northern Western Qi and the barbarians were often harassed, but fortunately, Zhuo Ziheng, the general of the Zhuo family of the Zhenguo General's Mansion, and Zhuo Yixu, the eldest young master, who were also in the Northland, still held on, so that the Northern Land was at peace.

According to the current situation, the Western Qi and Jiang Jin, plus some small border countries, will definitely judge the situation and march on the southern merchants. It's just a matter of time.

Zhuo Yijia looked at Zhao Fengyao, and also looked up with him, looking at the yellow leaves on the top of his head: "I am the princess of Nanshang who is admired by all the people." The people of Nanshang, before me. After you return to Beijing, I will go to the fifth uncle, change my identity, march to fight, and keep the peace of my Nanshang side. ”

As the eldest princess of Nanshang, she wants to fight for high-ranking officials and ministers, and compete for fame, fortune and power. But before that, she must first protect the people of Nanshang from the chaos of war. This is the world that her father misses, it is his father's responsibility, and it is also her responsibility as the eldest princess.

Zhao Fengyao retracted his gaze looking at the leaves, turned his head and looked at Zhuo Yijia quietly, smiled warmly, and said nothing.

The yard was surrounded by a fence, and the chickens raised inside were clucking, Hongshan walked into the yard from the outside, walked directly to Zhuo Yijia, took out a cloth bag from her arms and handed it to her: "Miss, what you ordered is done." ”

Zhuo Yijia took the cloth bag in Hongshan's hand, put it on her knees, and slowly uncovered it, revealing the inner side, a moon-white mask as thin as cicada wings, with entwined patterns on the edge of the mask, like blood-like vermilion patterns, directly wrapped around the end of the eyes.

"Not bad. Zhuo Yijia said, comparing the mask to his face, half of the mask showed a little red lips and a smooth chin, and looked up at Hongshan: "What?"

The contours of the narrow eyes outline a strange appearance, and the bewitching one looks like a Shura with makeup, which makes people dare not look directly.

Hongshan met Zhuo Yijia's eyes hidden behind the mask, and took a step back in fright, then swallowed her saliva and nodded.