Emperor Yuanyou looked solemn, explained his fate, and used enough strength in every sentence.

Yuan Lingjun looked at her depressed and sad father, she was very scared, and wanted to tell her father loudly, she didn't want him to have anything to do, however, her throat seemed to be choked by something. Uncomfortable to death, Yuan Lingjun tried his best to hide the chill in his heart.

“…… But I remember them all. The Emperor's voice rang out in the hall.

"The sons have all remembered." Yuan Lingjun nodded, his eyes red.

"Don't cry!" Emperor Yuanyou grabbed her hand, but the threat was also full of sadness and helplessness.

As soon as her father said that, although she did not cry, her tears fell in a hurry.

Emperor Yuanyou turned to Qu Yi with a sincere gaze, "I will entrust Yuan Lingjun to you." From now on, she is your wife. ”

Qu Yi bowed his head and bowed calmly, without saying a word, what he was probably going to say was in his gestures. In a pinch, no amount of promises and vows are pale coping and perfunctory.

There is no doubt that Emperor Yuanyou has extraordinary trust in Qu Yi, and he closely depends on Yuan Lingjun's life and death to this person.

The bead curtain sounded. Mao Sheng came in, his face was red, even in the south, the wind in the winter moon was always cold and biting.

Emperor Yuanyou looked at him and motioned to speak.

"Your Majesty, everything is ready."

"That's it, let's leave the palace with Maosheng." Emperor Yuanyou violently pushed away Yuan Lingjun's hand, and turned his face sideways unbearably, "Time is running out, hurry up." ”

Yuan Lingjun snorted for a while, kowtowed, and withdrew under the guidance of Mao Sheng.

The fluttering yellow plum blossoms are clearly reflected in the window.

It would be nice on a normal day. Listening to the plums, the father and daughter have a long talk, isn't it a beautiful thing.

His eyes were sore, and Yuan Lingjun wanted to cry, but he didn't dare to cry, in case he angered the gods who controlled his fate.

"My son."

Emperor Yuanyou suddenly spoke.

Yuan Ling, who retreated to the curtain, looked back and stopped with his sleeves down.

Emperor Yuanyou helped a few people and supported his upper body: "The heart is a sharp blade, and everything must be patient." Remember, what I said was not from my father's mouth, but from the will of the imperial king. ”

The car drove on the way home, and the sound of the hooves of the messy wolf crushed the emperor's dream.

The eagle flew low in the night sky, skimmed over the treetops, swooped down, and landed on the little boy's shoulder, the little boy exclaimed, and then stroked his palms and laughed, "Sir, look, it's my ...... of the eagle."

The tamed eagle, no matter how high and far it flies, will fly back as long as it hears the master's command.

The attendant lowered his skirt and cut off the view from inside the car.

Qu Yi lowered his head and smiled, and Yuan Lingjun fell asleep in his arms, sleeping very unsteadily.

When a temple ends, a new court rises. There is no prediction when the regime will change, and all one can do is conform to the will of God.

In the winter of the twenty-fifth year of Yuanyou, the king of Jin retired to the palace to recuperate, and ordered the princess to supervise the country, Queen Xu and her uncle Xu Xiaozuo.

At the end of the twilight of winter, King Changshan returned to the feudal kingdom.

In January of the following year, the kingdoms fell into chaos, the Liang Emperor of China and the DPRK was mediocre, the government was corrupt, the extravagance of the palace drained the treasury, and the ministers emptied the foundation of the country. In the eastern Wu court, the struggle for the throne of generations is a permanent problem, and it is rumored that the Wei prince and the nine sons of the first king of Wu were exiled in the territory of the Jin State, and there has been no news so far. As for the Jin Kingdom, it is not a place of refuge, and the up-and-coming new generals "Female Gongsun" Gongsun Zixi and Marshal Pi Liben will fight against the Yue clan for a long time, and King Gao realizes that the current war situation is not favorable to his side, and offers Princess Wuyang and her granddaughter to return to their homeland together in exchange for a temporary truce.

In February, Princess Wuyang was infected with a cold on the way back, died of high fever, drove to the north, and failed to return to her homeland in her lifetime, her granddaughter Princess Chongyu returned to Lin'an with her coffin and her subordinates, and the princess on behalf of the King of Jin rewarded the old ministers who escorted the princess out of the cabinet in the Spiegel Palace.

At this time, in the early spring, Baling coincides with the "spring of red apricot branches".

But this year seems to be unknown. When it was quieter, the wind in the city was fierce, and the sand and rocks were flying in a gust, and the carmine apricot trees withered the next day.

The rivers are dyed with cinnabar, and the red mist covers the sky. The red apricot tree, which is the most proud of the Baling people, is like a woman who has lost her beauty, her brilliance has faded, and she stands under the sky with her head down, accepting strange scrutiny.

When the sky appeared on the top of the East Mountain, Changshan Palace was dressed in dazzling golden clothes, and the noble concubine Fan Jiang stepped on the Xiwei morning light and slowly climbed the pavilion.

She held the paper in her hand and looked into the distance.

"General Zhu, the Lin'an Imperial Court is not peaceful again." The word "again" exhausts the ups and downs of the imperial court.

The paper crumpled vigorously in her palm, and it was incorporated into the bottom of her sleeve without a trace.

The official-robed man who had been waiting in the water corridor for a long time was stunned, and then he breathed a sigh of relief, "Your Majesty is sick, her energy is not good, the princess is in charge of the country, she actually can't be the master, and sooner or later the imperial court will be controlled by Xu and Zhao's two parties......"

Zhu Yan, the general of the auxiliary country, paused and continued, "Your concubine can sit back and relax in the future. ”

"Sit back and relax?" Is it really fearless? Not necessarily. Lin'an refuses to relax, and she is also waiting to endure.

Everyone feels pain in the salted wound, but no one will show weakness, each gritting his teeth to support, in this battle of knowing that it is an invisible battle, who will have the last laugh, depends on who God favors.

The time, the place, the people, when the three are ready, between Lin'an and Changshan, a bloody rain and bloody wind is unavoidable.

War is a purgatory on earth, a demon in the hearts of the people, but it is also the beginning of the next prosperous peace.

She will prove with practical efforts who is the savior who brings the seeds of hope to Li Min.

Fan Jiang's eyes are full of faces, his head is full of pearls and emeralds in the air, and the pheasants on the wide deep clothes are lifelike, highlighting the identity of the owner that should not be taken lightly.

Zhu Yan didn't dare to look directly, and quickly lowered his eyes.

"General Zhu, the soldiers of Changshan must not relax for a day, they must often sharpen their swords, feast their horses, and wait for the battlefield with sufficient energy and strong physique.

"Yes." Zhu Yan was worried.

"Don't worry, I know it." Fan Jiang rewarded and punished his subordinates clearly, and was supported by the courtiers, but as long as he talked about Lin'an, he couldn't avoid sneering, "Those people in Lin'an use their calculations on how to win high-ranking officials, including military generals like Pi Liben." We are different, we are soldiers who cannot be tied down, and calculations should be left to the enemy. Of course, in the near future, Lin'an will also become an enemy - the Xu family advocates weakening the power of the princes, and it also depends on whether their catties are enough, although I Fan Jiang is a woman, how can I be a woman who can be slaughtered. ”

A long time ago, Fan Jiang was still young, but her beauty and her ruthlessness were already famous in the north and south. Fan Jiang marched tens of thousands of miles with his uncle when he was young, and at the age of fourteen or fifteen, he wore a pair of gold heavy armor, and the pear flower knife he wielded in his hand could cut off the heads of four enemies at the same time.

"The minister is not thoughtful." In the face of this bloody woman who has mastered the world, the reckless general who kills all year round can't help but palpitate.

Fan Jiang's status has been unshaken, Zhu Yan heard in the city, people privately call the noble concubine "Fan Heroine", the meaning is very clear, the first person in Changshan Palace is no different from a puppet, Fan Jiang is the actual heroine. And her ambition is just the throne of the Hall of Virtue?

Zhu Yan took pity on the one in the Linguang Palace. King Changshan is like an orphan thrown around by relatives, the world is so big that there is nowhere to stand.

Fan Jiang paused in front of Zhu Yan's eyes, sighed faintly in his mouth, and sighed intentionally or unintentionally: "Poor carmine and red apricots in the city, I have waited for three seasons but I have made spring mud to protect flowers in advance." ”

Zhu Yan lifted his sleeves and slowly wiped his sweat.

Between the sparse trees, the maids and the chamberlains rushed among them, Fan Jiang walked quickly in the direction of the apricot blossom forest, and asked Fu Mu, who came up, "What's wrong with the lord recently?" ”

"The lord is fascinated by the Zhezhi dance passed down from Shi Guo, day and night, dancing with the Songhantang performers, and occasionally sneaking out of the palace, other than that, it is no different from before." Fu Mu Gong said.

"It's time to have fun. Ask her to come and see me. ”