After 90,000 small tables for good meals, the dining utensils were arranged, and the palace people came up to drink turbidity, and Lin Jin, who had been sick for many days and had not shown up, rarely appeared in the banquet.

When the venison and mutton were boiling, Kunjiao scooped them out with a fence and put them on a plate, and then cut them into strips with a short knife. Everyone enjoyed the tender meat together, and after a meal, it filled the emptiness and coldness of the passers-by.

It was getting dark, and everyone slept in the woods on the outskirts. Yuan Lingjun lay in the curtain, a small insect crawled on the skin, she played with it boringly for a while, easily bounced it away, and the small insect that escaped control flew into the sky, and finally disappeared without a trace.

She couldn't sleep, so she came out to breathe and saw Fu Lingding still sitting on the stone. He retired without a few bites today, presumably still grieving over his brother's death. She didn't bother, and stood in the night breeze for a while before returning to rest.

During the long return journey, Yuan Lingjun put Feiqiong in his sleeve pocket, sometimes pinned to his belt, and whenever he thought silently, he always rubbed and played with it in his hand, as if he could feel the warmth and tolerance of the original owner.

When she returned to the palace, she couldn't wait to ask the palace chief, "Is there a reply from Longxi?" ”

The palace chief hesitated for a long time before saying no.

Yuan Lingjun gritted her teeth angrily, she flew to Longxi almost every month, for more than a year, Qu Yi was stunned and didn't reply to a letter, she was helpless, Qu Yi didn't reply to the letter, she couldn't force him to write it.

Kunjiao comforted: "Your Majesty, don't worry, maybe there will be a reply next spring." ”

Fan Jiang kept staring at the position beside her, intending to place the Fan family's children there, how could she agree.

Next year after next year, three years of time are fleeting, and it is another year of vegetation recovery, and the season of swallows returning to flowers. At this time, Changshan is already full of carmine apricots, and Lin'an is also a new atmosphere.

After a three-year stalemate, the Eastern Wu Emperor finally got his wish and embarked on the way to visit the Jin Kingdom.

This year, Yuan Lingjun was nineteen years old, and the minister mentioned yì pro-government, but Fan Jiang rarely appeared, and she was nowhere to be seen for several months, but the general trend of the court was still in her hands. Gong relayed Fan Guifei's original words: Your Majesty is young, and you can't play with it.

In the emperor's palace, the nobles and concubines did not listen to the government behind the curtain, and the ministers felt unaccustomed to it, and gradually stopped mentioning the matter of pro-government, and some stubborn ministers in the court died unexpectedly one after another.

The Fan family tree has deep roots, and it is not possible to pull it up in a moment and a half, Yuan Lingjun can see through it, she is no longer the arbitrary and willful young queen back then, she wants to pretend to be a pig and swallow a tiger. Therefore, there is such a scene in the court, often the ministers are talking about the river in His Royal Highness, she is sleeping on the throne, occasionally teasing the finches to paint, even if Fan Jiang knows that she is stupid, there is nothing to do.

"—Your Majesty, Marquis Wu'an has been guarding the East China Sea, and it may be inappropriate to go to the northwest." The minister, who was discussing countermeasures, suddenly raised his voice.

Yuan Lingjun lifted his eyes, glanced at it lightly, and knew that he was calling Fan Jiang, so he continued to doze off.

In front of the silk barrier, hang a curtain of beads, made of jasper glass beads of the same size, the wind slowly pours in, and the bead curtain collides and sways to make a crisp and pleasant sound.

The people below fought for red faces, and a few dry coughs came from behind the bead curtain, and the originally noisy hall suddenly became quiet.

Yuan Lingjun raised his sleepy eyes and stared at the civil and military officials with blank faces.

Fan Guifei got up after the silk barrier, and the gorgeous clothes made a sound of dragging on the ground.

In the court's class, Wu Anhou Huoqi, who had been idle for many years, came out of the queue and presented a recital with an expressionless face, and the envoy took it and sent it directly behind the bead curtain.

It took a long time to hear a female voice whispering, "The northwest has been in war all year round, and I am suffering from the lack of good generals to guard it." Wu Anhou is brave and strategic, and is undoubtedly the best candidate, and he took the initiative to ask Ying, and I sent another general to go with him. ”

Qu Yi had already guessed that Wu'anhou would go to the northwest, but he didn't expect it to be four years later. Yuan Lingjun sat on the throne and smiled at the battle of wits between Fan Jiang and the minister. However, she regretted in her heart that there were few loyal ministers and good generals left in the Yuanyou Dynasty, and these years of life and death made her give birth to Huafa early.

On the day when Wu Anhou set off for the northwest, Yuan Lingjun went to see him off, and when he saw Huo Qi, he was riding on a tall horse, and Yuan Lingjun exempted him from dismounting and saluting.

"I wish Wu'anhou a smooth journey."

"Thank you." Huo Qi turned his head and tightened his grip on the reins.

Yuan Lingjun grabbed the corners of his robe in front of many soldiers, just like many years ago, but he was disgusted in vain, but this time he didn't brush Yuan Lingjun's hand, the young woman reflected in his pupils, her hair was meticulous, her eyebrows and eyes were beautiful, and she was no longer the queen of Changshan, who was once in his eyes, was a girl who didn't care about her appearance, a hopeless royal monster......

"Marquis Wu'an goes to the northwest, please greet King Pei on my behalf."

Huo Qi didn't say a word, Ling Jun suddenly grabbed his horse and asked, "When will Wu Anhou come back?" ”

"Horse leather shroud, the battlefield is the destination of the military ministers, and there is no specific return date. Please rest assured that the minister will bring His Majesty's words. "He would rather spend the rest of his life in the desert of thirst.

The loyal courtiers died one after another, and even General Huyanao, who had retreated from the enemy for 3,000, was "violently killed" in the south, several old ministers were persecuted by cool officials, and Zhen Chuanting was also detained and imprisoned...... But seeing the old ministers who had helped her suffer from shackles and fall one after another, she regretted it in her heart.

After facing Zhongliang, who had been guarding the East China Sea for decades, the young man had grown into a man with a lofty weapon. Yuan Lingjun was a little distracted, and he didn't notice that Huo Qi called himself a few times. She almost didn't want to say to Huo Qi: "Don't come back...... If you don't go back, assist King Pei in governance, and I won't blame you. "It's too dangerous to stay in Lin'an, Fan Jiang will kill you sooner or later, as long as you guard the northwest and don't return to the army, Fan Jiang can't help you even if you have the ability to go to the sky. Even if something happens to him, he can still support King Pei to ascend the throne.

Huo Qi was stunned, staring at her face, a few abrupt silver threads on his bun pierced his eyes, and he couldn't move it anymore, "Your Majesty can't be too affectionate." ”

"The human heart is flesh and blood, and the king is also a mortal fetus**, how can human beings change their feelings." Yuan Lingjun smiled bitterly.

After standing still for a while, the attendant urged. He bowed his sleeves and bowed, "Your Majesty, the minister has gone." Then he straightened the horse's head, and the oily war horse raised its hooves and neighed, like an arrow ready to be attacked, and galloped away.

With a few flutters, a group of spring swallows scurried up in the forest. His distant figure is lonely and gloomy, composing a tragic elegy under the autumn sunset.

"Your Majesty, wipe your sweat." Fu Lingding handed her the silk scarf.

Yuan Ling wiped the sweat from his forehead and slowly straightened his hair in a bun. She thought that without Huo Qi, she would not be able to control the East China Sea, it was simply whimsical, without Huo Qi, she would not be able to cultivate new people. (To be continued.) )