"You go in and report it, and you say I'll go in and take a look and come out."

The soldier guarding the door thought about it, but still entered the main tent to report, and came out in less than a moment, bowed his head and said: "Girl, Counselor Teng asked the girl to go and rest, Your Highness is fine, just rest for the night." ”

These words may be able to deceive others, but they can't deceive the thoughtful Zhen Yue, she feels that things are not simple, is it? I saw that the woman's originally calm face changed slightly, and the fingers tugging at the corners of her clothes tightened a little.

Before dawn, a soldier dressed in ordinary linen clothes left from the camp tent quickly, the horse's hooves were hurried, and soon disappeared in the direction of Qilian Mountain, Zhen Yue, who had been hiding not far from the main account, slowly walked out, and knew a little in his heart, it seems that his poison has not taken the antidote, this serious injury, I am afraid that it will cause poison, no wonder Teng Jian was so anxious to ask about the miracle doctor before.

She felt that it was useless to be anxious, so she went back to the tent, and saw Xiaoli lying on the desk and falling asleep, so she found a warm quilt to cover her, and lay on the bed in a softly and lightly footed clothes, but she was still sleepless, sighed lightly, and felt inexplicably irritable in her heart.

At dawn, Zhen Yue heard the sound of porcelain colliding in a daze, slowly opened her heavy eyes, and saw Xiaoli placing breakfast on the geometric couch.

"Girl, you're awake." Xiaoli put down the porridge, took Zhen Yue's brocade boots, and said, "Let's have breakfast." ”

"Xiaoli, what's the news from the main account?" Zhen Yue got up.

"The main tent is heavily guarded, and I don't know what is going on at all, and the two military doctors entered the main tent in the morning and have not come out until now. However, Counselor Teng told the soldiers today that His Royal Highness is fine, and he will rest for a few days. Xiao Li said uneasily.

"It's okay?" Zhen Yue lowered her eyebrows, of course she knew that this was Teng Jian stabilizing the army's heart, the Tudan soldiers in Guangling City had just been contained, if the news leaked and 60,000 horses rushed out of Guangling, how could the 4,000 soldiers and horses here resist!

Zhen Yue sat on the edge of the geometric couch and picked up chopsticks. Suddenly, I realized that there was no appetite at all. simply stopped eating, and asked Xiang Xiaoli: "Do you know the county lord of Zhaoyang?" ”

Xiao Li's shoulders trembled, took a breath, and nodded slowly.

"Tell me about it."

After half a ring. Xiao Licai slowly spoke: "The county lord of Zhaoyang is the county lord of Beiying who is sealed by the Queen Mother. She is the daughter of the rebel Zhenguo Wu Anhou. won the love of the queen mother, but five years ago, the Marquis of Wu'an was exterminated by the emperor, causing the county lord to be excluded from all sides. The noble lady below is very unkind to the county lord on weekdays, but the queen mother loves her very much, and she does not snub her because she is the daughter of a rebel, and her favor does not decrease day by day. ”

"Zhenguo Wu Anhou!" Zhen Yue's eyes flashed, the corners of her mouth raised slightly, she has been coming to Beiying for some time, and she flipped through the history of Beiying if she had nothing to do, she was no stranger to this Wu'anhou, on the contrary, she was still impressed, I am afraid that the entire people of Beiying still dare not say the words Wu'anhou at will, but there is a sad and unbelievable story in it.

According to historical records, in the late period of Emperor Mingzong, the foreign relative Fu clan controlled the government, and one clan was dominant, which led to the intensification of the division of rights, and the chaos of the court harem, the crown of Mingzong favored the Chunyuan Imperial Concubine, and the Chunyuan Imperial Concubine had two sons, and the two camps launched a fierce seizure, and the Mingzong Emperor died mysteriously, leaving no edict, and the foreign relative Fu completely led the troops to attack the Amethyst Holy Palace, trying to seek the throne for the eldest son of the Emperor Fu of the Fu Queen, but unexpectedly the Wu'an Hou under the camp turned against each other, and the Chunyuan Imperial Concubine should be annihilated by the foreign relatives Fu Shi, so far the Chunyuan Imperial Concubine is now the Empress Dowager Xuan, His eldest son, Beigong Jun, succeeded to the throne and changed the country name to Yuan Ding, and has been on the throne for fifteen years.

The secret history records that the reason why Wu'an Hou defected was that he had a love story with Chunyuan Imperial Concubine, in order to love the woman, he did not hesitate to raise troops against his relatives Fu Shi, Chunyuan Imperial Concubine's rights were consolidated, and he privately continued the front edge with Wu'an Hou, until five years ago, Wuling mutiny under the command of Wu'an Hou, was surrounded and killed by Beiying Emperor, a total of 100,000 horses, Beiying Emperor is the puppet of King Ling, everyone knows, this renewed relationship has become a nightmare, and today it has evolved into a hatred, no one knows what happened five years agoEverything is just a few pages of historical records and folklore.

Zhen Yue picked up a steamed bun, opened the curtain and walked out.

The bitter north wind was whistling and howling like a knife in the face.

The county lord of Zhaoyang in the prison, his hair was messy, the armor on his body had long been removed, the purple shirt inside was lifted by the wind, revealing his thin white arms, the wound on his right hand had already been bandaged, and a pair of eyes looked at the sky blankly, as if he had seen far, far away.

"Let's have a bit." Zhen Yue handed the steamed bun in.

Tang Jinyu shuddered, slowly turned her godless eyes, and was stunned for a moment, probably didn't expect it to be her, looked at the steamed buns she handed over, and smiled sarcastically at the corner of her mouth.

"If you want to die, you don't want to eat, do you think there is someone else in the whole camp to bring you food." Zhen Yue wrapped the steamed bun in a handkerchief and put it at her feet, turned to leave.

"Is he dead?" The woman's voice was flat, as if she had no strength, as if she had taken everything out of her overnight.

Zhen Yue turned around, her face indifferent: "Thanks to you, I can't die." ”

Tang Jinyu breathed a sigh of relief without a trace, and the fingers that were tightly pinching her palms were also slightly loosened, although the movements were subtle, they could not escape Zhen Yue's eyes.

"You don't want him dead." This sentence is not a question sentence but an affirmative sentence, Zhen Yue squinted at the woman.

"Nonsense!" Tang Jinyu was annoyed and angry, as if he had been touched to a forbidden place, and shouted: "He killed my father, he is my enemy, I can't wait for him to go to the eighteenth layer of hell." The voice gradually tore, as if to use this method to remember that the sadness between the eyebrows always leaked out from time to time, and the sadness made people feel distressed.

"Since that's the case, live well, and the revenge will be avenged one day." Zhen Yue turned around, feeling that the sky was really cold, from beginning to end she was a very firm person in her heart, once she identified a direction, she would be unwavering, and get along with him day and night, although it seemed to be harmonious, but her heart never forgot Fu Ziran's hatred for a moment, she could ignore the hatred of Fu Ziran, after all, it was not her responsibility, but Fu Ziran was the first ray of light she felt when she came to this world, Bei Mo Ling's several rescues made her feel a little dazed at the moment, she felt that she had a trace of similarity with the Zhaoyang County Lord in prison, That's a complicated state of mind, wanting him to die but not wanting him to die.

"Who are you?" Tang Jinyu raised her head slightly, it was an innate arrogance, not contempt, but a natural posture.

"I don't seem to have to answer you." (To be continued......)