There are ancient poems:

The west wind should be strong, and the water and grass are cold.

Pity the Yellow River is exhausted, and the felt hall is firmly in the shadow.

This is a large grassland in the Hetao area, the grass is tender and the water is beautiful, the cattle are fat and the horses are strong, there is an official road to the east to go directly to the capital, and the west can go through the desert to the imperial capital of the Xibolie red-haired devil. It is about a thousand miles to the south to Bashu, and a few hundred miles to the north to intersect with Beimeng. It has been a battleground for thousands of years.

It was late autumn, the west wind was fierce, the sky was high and the clouds were low, and outside the Xiliang City, the capital of the grassland, the colorful flags were unfurled, and there was a lot of noise. It was a celebration banquet held for the Emperor Zhao Xi of the Great Qi Dynasty who personally subdued the nomadic tribes such as Qiangrong and Beidi who had harassed the northwest frontier of the Great Qi for more than ten years.

In order to show his closeness to the people and show his soft mind, the emperor specially set up the celebration banquet on the open land outside Xiliang City. The soldiers lit dozens of bonfires, illuminating an open space outside the city as if it were daylight. Hundreds of jars of good wine were slapped open and sealed in the mud, and the aroma of wine filled the wilderness with the night breeze.

There is a large bowl of meat and wine, and on the sunny side of a gentle slope here, there is a young man in brocade lazily leaning on a smooth stone, his hands folded behind his head, looking at the wild geese flying in flocks in the sky, the thin cherry lips occasionally open slightly, and murmur: "One hundred and twenty, one hundred and twenty-one, one hundred and twenty-two...... The person who is so bored with Erlang's legs that he counts the wild geese is not another person, it is Rong Zhao, the sister-in-law of Rong Shuo, the general of the Northwest.

Eleven years ago, a modern chemical pharmacist who had made a lot of achievements inexplicably crossed over to a girl's body and began to live such a lazy and inactive life, but fortunately, her mother told a lie to the whole family in order to consolidate her position, saying that it was his twin sister Rong Xi who died of the violent illness, and it was her brother Rong Zhao who survived. So, Rong Zhao began the ** life of his son-in-law in the Zhenxi General's Mansion.

Today, the last stop of the Pingxi Campaign, the emperor drove the expedition in person under the condition that everything was ready, won a reputation of wisdom and martial arts, and was holding a grand celebration banquet outside Xiliang City. Because he disdained to listen to the barbarians wrestling, riding and shooting, shouting and shouting, he quietly hid here alone to bask in the sun.

However, Rong Zhao is not lonely, there is a snow-white sheepdog lying next to him, this sheepdog who is so proud that he disdains some of his surroundings at this time is squinting lazily like his owner, enjoying the afternoon sun with peace of mind.

"Childe." A dark purple figure appeared silently on the side, and the voice was also extremely low and cautious.

The white shepherd didn't look up, but just glanced at the woman in purple, stretched out his tongue and licked the corners of his mouth and continued to lie on his stomach, seemingly very familiar with the woman in purple. Rong Zhao's brows furrowed slightly, his gaze withdrew from the sky, and he turned his head to look at the woman in purple and didn't speak.

"Hui Gongzi, the matter is done." The woman in purple replied.

"Where's the stuff?" Rong Zhao asked lightly.

"A large number of things have been put into storage, and the slave and maid have brought samples over, and I invite the son to take a look." As she spoke, the woman in purple took out a purple handkerchief from her bosom, stepped forward with both hands, and knelt on the ground to offer it to her master.

Rong Zhao stretched out his hand to uncover the corner of the handkerchief to reveal the brown lump inside, his eyebrows raised, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes: "This is the legendary Mokoduo Dragon Cream?" How is it such an ugly color. Disgusted, his slender white fingertips were about to touch the thing.

"Childe be careful!" The woman in purple hurriedly stepped back a few points, and said in a panic: "This thing is extremely poisonous, and there is no cure." Childe should never touch it. ”

"Heh......" Rong Zhao smiled disdainfully, "Zi Ji, you say, is it really incurable?" ”

Zi Ji smiled charmingly, wrapped the handkerchief in her hand, and said, "That's how those Qiangrong people passed it on. However, as long as any poison in the world reaches the hands of Gongzi, there is nothing that cannot be solved. ”

The corners of Rong Zhao's lips curled slightly, he looked up at the blue sky, and his eyes returned to the emptiness before.

When Zi Ji was about to retire, the shepherd dog, who had been lying next to him without moving, suddenly stood up and looked at the side vigilantly.

"Who?! Come out! Zi Ji turned around and stood in front of the young man in white, looking in the direction the shepherd dog was staring at.

In that place, a bush shook gently, and a man in a cyan robe flashed out, holding a folding fan in his hand and walking slowly all the way.

"Rong San Gongzi is really interested, it turned out that he ran here to enjoy the scenery from the stomachs of those ordinary people." The visitor walked up to him with a smile and stood still.

"It turned out to be His Royal Highness King Rui." Rong Zhao arched his hand towards the comer, and said with a smile: "Your Highness, you are in a good mood, abandon those meritorious generals and come here alone." ”

"Ah, this king just wanted to find a secluded place to make it easier, but he didn't expect to go so far and still have a female dependent." Rui Wang Zhao Mu glanced at Zi Ji next to him with a smile, and then looked at Rong Zhao with a smile, "It's really a blessing for the third prince to have such a beautiful Ji by his side." ”

"Haha! It turns out that we are here to hinder the convenience of Lord Rui. Rong Zhao scolded secretly in his heart, but he arched his hand towards Zhao Mu with a cynical smile on his face, "I'm really sorry, the prince will take the next step." ”

"Hey, you're not a woman, do you need to hide so fast? Wait a moment, and the king will go with you. Zhao Mu raised his arm slightly, and the folding fan blocked Rong Zhao's way.

Rong Zhao stopped, his eyes slowly moved from the folding fan on his chest to Zhao Mu's face, the corners of his lips curled, and he smiled indifferently: "Could it be that the prince has a habit of being peeped at when he goes to the toilet?" ”

Zhao Mu looked stunned and said with a smile: "You misunderstood." ”

"In that case, we'll see you later." After Rong Zhao finished speaking, he dodged the folding fan and took Zi Ji and the snow-white sheepdog away.

Zhao Mu looked at the two figures, one white and one purple, and the dog next to him, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked, and a trace of strange eyes flashed in his bottomless eyes.

Rong Zhao, who had already walked away, couldn't feel the gaze behind him, Fang said in a low voice: "You go, don't appear again between those people leaving Xiliang City." ”

"Yes." Shihime bowed in agreement, turned around and disappeared into the bushes beside her.

Rong Zhao glanced at the gentle slope behind him, frowned slightly, and said to the shepherd dog beside him: "Blood, do you say that guy is very hateful?" If he pees, it will ruin our good mood. ”

The sheepdog's jaw was stretched forward, and a slight moan came out of its mouth.

"We'll have to figure out a way to clean him up, right?"

The shepherd dog stepped forward and sniffed Rong Zhao's fingers, wagging his tail gently.

As night fell, the feast on the prairie was still not over.

At this time, the emperor and the northwest general Rong Shuo, who drove the expedition in person, had seven or eight points of alcohol, and the two monarchs and ministers, as well as the emperor's brother Zhao Lie, the king of Pingnan, and Zhao Mu, the third prince, and the third prince Rui Wang Zhao Mu and others all leaned on the bearskin cushions and watched the soldiers drink.

"Hmm...... Rong Qing, I feel that there seems to be something missing from this celebration banquet. The emperor took a sip of wine and said to Rong Shuo.

Rong Shuo hurriedly put down the wine bowl and arched his hand: "The minister is stupid, I don't know what His Majesty wants?" ”

"Singing and dancing!" The emperor suddenly said, "Yes, all the children on this grassland can sing and dance, how can such a prosperous banquet not be entertained by singing and dancing?" ”

"What His Majesty said is that the minister is a rough man, and he has been negligent to this point." Rong Shuo hurriedly turned around and instructed his eldest son: "Rong Hui, you go and select some of the female slaves who are captured by Qiang Rong and bring them to your majesty." ”

Rong Hui bowed down and promised to turn around to leave, but Zhao Lie, the king of Pingnan, who was sitting opposite Rong Shuo, waved his hand at Rong Hui, coughed and said with a smile: "General Rong, those barbarian women are vulgar and abnormal, how can they be brought to the emperor?" Isn't it just a group of demons? Furthermore, if one or two of them do something drastic to startle the Holy Driver, who among you can afford it? ”

"Uh, this ......" Rong Shuo didn't know what to do for a while.

Zhao Mu, the king of Su who was sitting on Rong Shuo's hand, turned slightly and asked Zhao Lie: "What does Uncle Wang mean?" ”

Zhao Lie smiled and his eyes fell on Rong Zhao's body, and said: "This king sees that General Rong's youngest son looks very good, if he can dance the sword to help the fun, he can not only promote the strength of the Rong clan but also help His Majesty, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?" ”

…… The best of both worlds, your uncle! Rong Zhao scolded in his heart, and was about to stand up and reply, but his father had already bowed down to ask the emperor for his guilt: "Your Majesty forgives me, my youngest son has been weak since he was a child, he has never practiced martial arts, and he doesn't dare to dance a sword and a gun in front of His Majesty, and I also ask Your Majesty to forgive my sins." ”

"Oh! I remembered. The emperor stared at Rong Zhao and nodded, and said to Zhao Lie next to him: "Lao Jiu, I'm afraid you don't know, General Rong once had a pair of dragon and phoenix fetuses, it is said that this pair of children had an accident when they were five years old, and the daughter was gone, leaving only this little son - I think it was him." ”

"Your Majesty, the reckless brother only knows how to dance with knives and sticks, but he doesn't know that there is such a story here." Zhao Lie said, and smiled at Rong Shuo again, "Please also ask General Rong not to blame this king." ”

"Don't dare, don't dare!" Rong Shuo was busy hugging his fists.

"But...... This king heard that General Rong taught his son well, and he thought that the third prince still had some talent, if he couldn't dance the sword, he would just perform a play to cheer up the emperor. Zhao Lie, the king of Pingnan, said with a smile.

"This ......" Rong Shuo glanced back at Rong Zhao, not knowing what to do for a while. It's reasonable for you to let the son of a military general dance a sword on the spot, but you let him perform something else? Isn't this humiliation, but what is it? However, the other party is the king of Pingnan, who once broke ground for the emperor, how can a second-class general in Rongshuo be offended?

Rong Zhaogang wanted to step forward to speak, but his wrist was gently shaken, he turned around and saw a bright face, a "sister" has not yet been called, she has already stepped forward two steps, bowed deeply, and said loudly: "The little girl Rong Yue is not talented, and she is willing to dance for Her Majesty, in order to wish Her Majesty and several princes a happy wine." ”

"Oh?" The slightly drunk emperor's eyes immediately lit up.

"The little girl is presumptuous, she is a minister and a goddaughter, and I ask Your Majesty to forgive her sins." Rong Shuo glared at Rong Yue fiercely, and knelt on the ground with a flick of his battle robe.

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