Late autumn and early winter.

The wind has a faint chill to the bone, although the bamboo forest still looks green, but after all, there is no lush green in midsummer, the withered yellow and decayed bamboo leaves have fallen to the ground, and the fine sunlight penetrates, which is unexpectedly warm and brilliant.

Qing Li closed his eyes and looked up, meeting this rare warm sun, but the faint smile that often hung on his lips in the past was taken back, and only a little worry was brought between his eyebrows.

"Wang Bo......," she called softly.

A dark shadow quickly flashed behind him, frowning and waiting for dispatch.

The breeze blew, the green silk was scattered, the fallen leaves were flying, the stars were entangled in the corners of the skirt, the hands hidden under the sleeves were quietly clenched, and a letter was crumpled and wrinkled.

"What's going on there?"

The voice was faint, so calm that there were no waves, but Wang Bo, who had been following her all the time, knew that the calmer the master's appearance, the more uneasy he was in his heart.

Thinking of the news that Fang just inquired about, Wang Bo hesitated for a moment, and said slowly: "Five days ago, Xichuan called for a battle, and the prince led the troops to meet the battle, the two sides were deadlocked for a long time, and then they were brought into a wooded and snowy area, and I don't know what formation Xichuan laid in it, and the new boss was really brave at night, and the ink was defeated again. ”

Qing Li's eyebrows were almost imperceptible, his body seemed to be a little stiff, and he said suspiciously: "Night sacrifice? "Why hasn't she heard of this person? What about the original Xichuan veteran General Yuan?

Wang Bo hurriedly said: "It is said that this new commander is the heir to the mantle of General Yuan, and this is his first expedition. This man is rumored to be violent, fierce and brutal. Misconduct, not very convincing by the generals in the army. However, he is known for his martial arts and strategy. is extremely good at arranging troops, if it weren't for him, Ink would not have struggled this time. ”

Wang Bo's eyes darkened, and he sighed deeply, "Fortunately, the prince of the world is experienced, and the casualties of ink and wash this time are not ......."

"There aren't many casualties...... Qing Li muttered, but he shook his head. It's useless, two defeats, and the morale of the army is low. The battle will be even more difficult in the future......"

The reason why Ling Yichen is known as the god of war is precisely because he has won every battle beautifully since he led the troops, and this undefeated myth is the best encouragement for the soldiers.

Nishikawa made frequent moves. Take the lead. The arrogance and morale were high, and the night festival became famous, planting a seed of fear in every ink soldier, and now that he was at a disadvantage, the situation was not optimistic at all......

"What about him? How is he? ”

Qing Li turned his head and looked at Wang Bo, the slightly sharp gaze made Wang Bo unable to dodge at all. I had to bow my head and say: "The prince was shot in the right arm of the night sacrifice, and it seems that he also injured the meridians......"

He clearly felt that Qing Li's eyes were darkening as he looked at him. Then he lowered his voice a little, "But the prince also stabbed him in the chest, and the life and death of that night sacrifice are still unknown......

The two armies are fighting, and the commander is wounded, which is really rare......

Qing Li pursed her lips, and her clear eyes were calm, as if hiding the waves.

The next moment, Wang Bo only saw a corner of the moon-white skirt, and he couldn't see her again.

He scratched his head suspiciously, he really didn't understand what the master meant, but fortunately, Qing Li didn't let him think about it.

Stretched out his hand and threw out a box, Wang Bo finally took it, and heard the faint voice ringing in his ears: "Here are some miracle medicines for treating trauma, and there are some big tonic pills, the bottle of black is intermittent ointment, and the bottle of dark red is medicinal oil, how to use it for you clearly, help me send it to Yufeng Pass, I want you, run a trip yourself......"

Wang Bo's hand holding the box sank, and when he looked up again, he found that Qing Li had already walked into the house.

Gently opened the box, and sure enough, I saw several familiar bottles of ointment and oil.

A year ago, he was plotted by someone, and the meridians of his hands and feet were broken, and he thought that he would be a waste person in this life, if it weren't for the master who used intermittent ointment to continue him, and let him apply medicinal oil to restore his flexibility, I am afraid that he will not even be able to walk now.

The preciousness of these things, of course, Wang Bo is clear, the difficulty of refining is unimaginable, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a miracle medicine that connects bones and tendons, but the prince only injured the meridians, and took out so much, isn't it a bit of a waste?

Shaking his head slightly, Wang Bo clenched his fists and said, "Yes, master, my subordinates will definitely send it as soon as possible!" After finishing speaking, only a gust of wind blew, driving the bamboo forest to rustle, and there was no movement.

Qing Li sat at the desk, his hand caressing a crumpled piece of paper on the table, and a somewhat self-deprecating smile on his lips.

It had been sent four days earlier, and it was only a few words about him in the camp, but there was no news of him since.

She thought she didn't care, but after days of waiting, and no white dove stayed in the garden, she suddenly became a little uneasy, so anxious to know a word about him, even if there was no one to inquire at the Imperial Wind Pass, she sent someone over.

That stupid guy knows to tell her to take care of herself, why doesn't she care about her body?

It's just that the meridians are damaged today, what kind of "surprise" will you give her next time?

Sighing lightly, Qing Li got up helplessly and walked out.

Originally, I made an appointment with Xiyan today, but now that it is delayed, it is estimated that the woman is going to get angry with her......

The wind of the Wangxian River is getting colder and colder, and in summer, this place may be a good place to enjoy the cool weather, but in this early winter, if you have to take a painting boat, I am afraid that it is not a good errand to be elegant.

A light blue painting boat was parked on the shore, and the white veil was blown by the whirring cold wind, which made one wonder if this exquisite ship would suddenly fall apart.

Qing Li was brought into the painting boat by a handsome young man, because of the cold by the river, she deliberately put on a thin coat, but the inner room actually lit a fire, in contrast to the cold outside, the most important thing is that someone's anger has burned to the eyebrows.

is still wearing a bright red dress, still casually draped with polar long hair, still so gorgeous and beautiful that it is rare in the world, and there are also all kinds of beautiful men around to serve and serve, but at this time the face is unbearable.

"Yo! The princess is actually here! My little boat can't sit on your big Buddha! Xi Yan turned his face away coldly, but still asked the person who was waiting around him to retreat.

It's okay to quarrel, but it's enough to quarrel behind closed doors......

Qing Li pursed his lips and smiled, regardless of whether Xi Yan was angry or not, he sat down cross-legged directly opposite the low table, and took a sip of the tea with the right temperature in front of him.

Xi Yan's face stiffened, and he slapped the table fiercely, and there seemed to be two small flames beating in his eyes, "Hey! I'm mad! ”

Is there any mistake, she has been blowing the cold wind here for an hour, and this woman can still be like a nobody?

Ahh It's too much!

Qing Li nodded, "I know." Seeing that the other party's face seemed to be a little darker, she hurriedly added, "I was wrong, it's okay for the master of the evening gate not to be like a little girl?" ”

Good attitude......

Xi Yan raised her eyebrows, snorted with a face, and drank a glass of wine on the table, finally removed her cold face, coughed and said, "Come on, don't talk nonsense with you, get down to business!" ”

She seemed to be excited, and smiled at Qing Li playfully for a long time, but she complained: "Qing Li, Qing Li, you really know how to find something for me to do!" ”

Usually this kind of expression is to find something interesting and interesting, and it is too late for her to be happy, where will she really be resentful?

Qing Li smiled noncommittally, "Where, let's talk about Lele if there is anything." ”

When Xi Yan heard this, he laughed even more happily, and lay on the table bonelessly, tapping his fingers on the table one by one, "There are already clues about the matter between Duanmu Hitomi and the Prime Minister's wife that you asked me to check in the previous Flying Pigeon Transmission......

Feiyang's eyebrows were raised high, and his shoulders even trembled because of the smile, and he eased up for a while before he said: "I originally thought it was inexplicable, then Luo was also very fond of his daughter, how could he harm his daughter to the point of being unable to have children, and then I checked it out, oh my mother, there is another secret in the life experience of Duanmu Hitomi!" ”

"Background?" Qing Li was slightly surprised, isn't she the daughter of Prime Minister Duanmu?

Xi Yan nodded solemnly, "It turns out that Duanmu Hitomi is not the prime minister's daughter at all, but the emperor's daughter!" Haha, that old prime minister, who has been worn a green hat for so long, doesn't know, and makes cattle and horses for others! Oh my god, I'm laughing to death! ”

Xi Yan pounded the table and laughed, and Qing Li was almost stunned by the news, and only a few words flashed in his mind, the emperor's daughter......

Isn't that that Ling Qianyu and Duanmu Hitomi half-siblings?

Qing Li shuddered, and she suddenly felt that this fact seemed a little difficult to accept......

"When Roche gave birth to his eldest daughter, he was born eight months prematurely, but it was only premature in the eyes of others, and the mother who delivered the baby was clearly born at term......"

Eighteen years ago, Prime Minister Duanmu was ordered to send Haoyue to congratulate the Empress Dowager Haoyue on her birthday, and there was a month when she was not in Kyoto, and Luo and Empress Yichun were also friends, and they lived in the palace at the invitation of the queen to relieve her boredom.

When Luo was young, he was beautiful and beautiful, and the emperor was almost attracted by her beauty at first sight......

Whether this happened by mistake or whether it was done in the emperor's confusion, no one knows, but all in all, it happened.

There were a few palace people who knew the details, and they were all wiped out later, and Luo, how could she tell about it?

Let's not talk about whether anyone believes in it, first of all, I lose my virginity, and that's a big problem.

Luo Shi thought that he had violated women's morals, and he was ashamed and angry, and he wanted to die, but because his young son Duanmu Ke had been weak since he was a child, she couldn't rest assured, so she had to swallow this breath raw.

Who knows, it was so coincidental that I was pregnant!

When Prime Minister Duanmu returned to Ink, Roche already knew that he was two months pregnant.

She didn't dare to say anything, and she was weak and cold, if she had a fetus, it was very likely to cause future sterilization, and she didn't dare to take risks.

After being ruthless, the Luo clan had no choice but to put the emperor in the name of Prime Minister Duanmu, and Duanmu Hitomi accidentally won the favor of Prime Minister Duanmu for more than ten years...... (To be continued......)