"In the past, there was a compliment, and now there is your first beauty in South Vietnam, Bo Ji, and you can't see the rivers and mountains of South Vietnam."

"Why does my father say that, Bo Ji is not ......"

The king of South Vietnam waved his hand, "Go back, go back to your East Palace, I hope you can still think about the men of our South Vietnam who fought the front line when you hold your beauty." ”

The prince withdrew from the main hall and looked into the distance, a silver white. It's snowing, and I don't know when it will start or stop. It's like this treacherous fate, elusive. The snow is very strong, and after a few steps, the eyebrows and eyelashes have been densely covered with snow flakes. Because he couldn't see the road ahead, he couldn't help but slow down.

But he heard a slight rustling sound not far away, and someone took small steps and slowly walked towards him.

He raised his head slightly, and first saw a delicate and bright red umbrella surface, which was particularly eye-catching in the snow. He stared at the person with the umbrella, his eyes fell on her face, and he didn't take his eyes off her for a long time.

She wore a white fur fur cherry red fur today, and her delicate and petite face was hidden in the white fur collar blown by the wind and snow, which looked extremely cute. The red sandalwood mouth is a little bit, and the fur collar edge at the chin looks even more luxurious.

She walked up to him with small steps, raised her hand softly, and gently stroked his eyebrows and eyes with her fair and delicate hands, helping him wipe away the snow on them.

"Why are you here?" He reached out to hold her busy little hand, felt her cold palm, and frowned slightly, "Your hands are so cold, it's been a long time since you came out?" ”

She smiled, her posture was peerless, and the overwhelming snow scene became a foil, "It's not too long, it's just that the road is slippery and slow." ”

She said as she reached forward with the red umbrella in her hand. He was tall, so she struggled to stand on tiptoe, raise her arms, and swayed the handle of the umbrella.

He frowned, took the red umbrella, and wrapped his other hand around her waist and let her lean in his arms, "This umbrella is too small to stop the two of us." ”

"Then Your Highness will be fine, Your Highness will have every opportunity, and you must not get sick." Seeing him staring at her, he was a little embarrassed, "I'm fine, lie down for two days at most, and don't delay things." ”

He let out a long sigh, hugged her tightly in his arms, held the red paper umbrella, and melted into the slippery and slippery with her one big and one small pair of footprints.

"Your Highness, if you move the umbrella to my side again, you will become a white-haired old man again in a while."

The sky and the earth are desolate, the four fields are empty, and the wind that goes around the palace sweeps through her snow-white fur collar and entangles her flying green silk. In the boundless and silent loneliness, there is only her constant chattering voice, so kind, so familiar, and so warm.

His eyes slowly filled with sadness that he had never shown in front of her. He didn't speak, just hugged her body tightly, and together they faced the wind and snow, and found a way back.

*****

The prince's longing became empty talk. The so-called strange disease in the Beizhao army seems to have been completely cured, not only that, but the Beizhao army also took the initiative to attack, and for some reason, swept away the previous malaise and fatigue, and the morale was inspiring, and it was simply unstoppable. The battle between the North Showa and South Vietnam fell into an unprecedented difficult stalemate, and every day the military department submitted a list of fallen soldiers, which accumulated into a lot, and the whole person felt dizzy after looking at it for a long time.

The war was extended indefinitely, and voices of discontent and resentment began to reach the South Vietnamese court. The face of the king of Nanyue became gloomy day by day, and the prince's heart became more and more anxious day by day.

He began to drink alcohol alone in the East Palace, in the dead of night. He closed the door and didn't even dare to let anyone know. There must always be an outlet for his father's anger, the war situation is urgent, and as the prince of a country, he does not plan a good plan, and he also indulges in drinking and talking in the East Palace late at night, saying that it is a sin to say that it is big.

He is not afraid of his own body, but he is afraid that it will cause disaster to the East Palace, and to the person who his father wants to send the most at this moment. He could not give authority to anyone, especially his father, who deliberately found fault.

When Bo Ji pushed the door open, the prince was already half drunk. His face was slightly drunk, but his brow remained undiminished, and even if he was drunk, he was so uneasy.

She knelt on the cushion beside him and gently stroked his somewhat messy sideburns, "Your Highness, what are you worried about?" Is it related to the battle on the front line? ”

He raised his hand and grabbed her wrist, his fingers subconsciously rubbed the inside of her delicate wrist bone, and muttered, "Ah Yan, how long have you been by my side?" ”

Bo Ji didn't think about it, "It's been almost ten years." ”

"Do you think I'm good to you?"

Bo Ji nodded, "Your Highness treats me well. ”

"If one day I don't treat you well, will you leave me?"

"No, it won't."

He grabbed her wrist and suddenly forced, causing her to frown and purse her lips.

"Why?"

She couldn't help but say: "Because we have Yi'er, we have our Yi'er, and we want to be with Yi'er forever." ”

For the first time, he was glad that there was still a child between them, and even if he couldn't give her the position of crown princess, she wouldn't leave him.

In the dead of night, the knock on the door was clear. My father summoned him in the middle of the night, and it was not him, but Bo Ji.

"The king only said that he invited Concubine Bo of the East Palace to meet him, and the other slaves and maids are not clear, please forgive His Royal Highness the Prince."

The eunuch who came to summon him was very strict-mouthed, refusing to let him accompany him, and refusing to say much to him. He was worried about Bo Ji, but she didn't seem surprised at all, tidied up her appearance, and went with the eunuch.

The news of the defeat of South Vietnam reached his ears the next day, and he woke up to find that Bo Ji had not returned.

In the early dynasties, some courtiers proposed to suspend the truce card for the time being, and quickly sent envoys to the Northern Showa peace talks. The king of Nanyue just listened, and was not as anxious as he was the previous times, but his eyes fell on the prince, implying pressure.

That gaze pressed on his body, as if it contained a thousand powers, making him like a man's back and difficult to break free. He took a step forward very slowly, and then knelt down on his knees, "Father, this battle is won by South Vietnam and North Vietnam, and it is difficult to send an envoy to the North Showa peace talks at this moment." Beizhao will definitely say that I have lost South Vietnam and sued for peace, which is insincere. ”

"Oh?" The king of Nanyue looked normal, "What should I do according to the prince's wishes?" ”

The person who sat in a high position and questioned him was his father, who he admired and respected since he was a child, and listened to his teachings with sincerity and sincerity. At this moment, although the king of Nanyue asked lightly, he knew in his heart that his father's anger had eased because of his initiative to compromise.

"Erchen is willing to go to Beizhao with the mission to ask to marry Princess Qingyi of Beizhao, and from now on I hope that the two states will be friendly and never war." In the end, he said it himself. At the moment of exit, there was a little helplessness, a little vain, and the desolation and resentment that could not be ignored, and so many emotions were too many to bear.