The court still debated the issue of Nanzhao until the news came from the south that Nanzhao was defeated and temporarily withdrew.

Everyone's enthusiasm for choosing generals has dissipated, and someone else has said it, but a small Nanzhao can also use it to make such a big move in the court?

There was no more tension in the fighting, and all the courtiers breathed a sigh of relief.

Shen Yuanning rarely came to Zhilan Courtyard during this time, and went directly to Zhilan Courtyard after the end of the day, and saw Han Yujin commanding the maids to hang the swing frame under the tree.

He walked over and was relieved to see that her complexion was much better than before, and she seemed to be back to her old self.

"Isn't there one here?"

Han Yujin turned around and looked at him and said:

"It turned out to be a lot looser, and this morning, I sat on it and almost fell."

"Are you alright?"

Listening to his concerned tone, Han Yujin shook his head and said:

"It's fine."

Then Shen Yuanning thought that she was so flexible, she must be fine, and she was blindly worried.

"Some time ago, I told you that I was going to take you to Nanshan to live for a few days, and then there was something in the court, and it was delayed until now, you are ready to prepare today, and I will take you to live for two days tomorrow."

"So, Nanzhao has withdrawn from the army?"

Shen Yuanning nodded.

Han Yujin hadn't been out for a while, but she still heard from the little maids that there was going to be a war, and after careful questioning, she knew that it was Nanzhao who had committed the crime.

Han Yujin had to sigh again, no wonder Shu Ling said that what should be done, it would not be less, it was just a matter of time or time.

I clearly remember that Nanzhao invaded the border two years later, when the dispute between the prince and the king was already white-hot, in order not to let the military power fall, the prince personally went to quell the war.

But in the process of quelling the chaos, he fell into Nanzhao's trick to lure the enemy, went deep alone, and finally died on the battlefield.

It was also since then that the fate of all people has changed.

The Qianwang faction is dominant, and Shen Yuanning is a naked princeling, who is deeply suppressed by the Qianwang faction.

Later, in the rebellion of King Chang, he saw through the power, gave up the title to Shen Changning, and lived in seclusion with Chen Yueqiao.

Now that Nanzhao has withdrawn from the army and the prince is safe, does it mean that history will not repeat itself?

Seeing her thoughtful appearance, Shen Yuanning rubbed her head with a smile and said:

"Next time I should take you with me, so that Your Majesty can see how you look worried about the country and the people."

Han Yujin ignored his jokes, walked to the side of the swing rack that he had made, sat on it and tried it, the height was quite suitable, and let the maids go about their own things.

Shen Yuanning walked behind Han Yujin and said softly:

"You sit down, I'll push you."

Han Yujin turned his head sideways, looked at his left arm, and asked:

"Is your arm okay?"

Shen Yuanning was stunned for a moment, and then said:

"I've always had my hands to push you."

"Oh."

Seeing that he seemed a little unhappy, he thought that he remembered his injury, and did not continue the topic.

Early in the morning of the second day, Shen Yuanning and Han Yujin set off for Nanshan.

In the Wuyuan Garden, Chen Yueqiao looked at the trembling listening book on her knees, with a cold light in her eyes.

"Tell me, who's that guy behind you?"

Listen to the book and say hard:

"Slave slave slave doesn't know what the young lady means!"

Chen Yueqiao saw that he didn't admit it, snorted coldly, and commanded:

"Mama, take your things out."

Grandma Sun threw a few pieces of jewelry wrapped in red cloth in front of the listening book.

The sound of the bell makes the fear of listening to the book even more severe.

"Where did you get these things?"

These three things on the ground, each of which is beautifully made, is enough to feed the people's family for several years.

"Slave Slave Slave"

In front of these things, listening to the book and saying everything seemed pale and weak, and she didn't know how to explain it herself.

Chen Yueqiao looked at her and said with disgust:

"Do you want to say it yourself, or do you want Grandma Sun to teach you?"

Listening to the book, I thought of Mama Sun's usual methods of punishing people, and I couldn't help but shudder.

Kneeling to Chen Yueqiao's feet, he begged for mercy and said:

"The young lady spared the young lady's life, and the slave maid said that these things were given to the slave by the girl of the Wu family."

The girl of the Wu family?

Who is it? How do you give something to listen to for no reason?

"Which Wu girl?"

"It's the daughter of the prefect of Yungui, the fiancée of our fourth master."

It turned out to be her! What does she mean?

"Why did she give you these things?"

Listening to Chen Yueqiao's question, her face showed embarrassment, and then she saw Grandma Sun standing on the side, lowered her head and said:

"A month ago, Miss Wu asked me to bring some manuscripts of the young lady to her, and I saw that the young lady had discarded many of the poems, thinking that they would be invalid anyway, so I sorted out a few and handed them to Miss Wu. Young lady, please spare me this time, the slave will not dare next time. ”

After Chen Yueqiao heard this, her teeth itched with hatred, she didn't know when she provoked this Wu family, and let her go to such great lengths to harm herself.

I hate listening to books even more, eating inside and out, and causing myself to fall to the point where I am now.

Chen Yueqiao can still sit calmly, and Grandma Sun has already fried the pot.

stepped forward and slapped her a few times in the face of the book, and her eyes were full of stars and her head was dizzy.

After Mama Sun stopped, she leaned down on the ground and kowtowed to Chen Yueqiao again and again, begging for mercy in her mouth.

Chen Yueqiao can't wait to kill her now!

However, even if she died, she would not be able to save herself from the predicament in front of her.

The top priority now is to clear oneself of one's own crimes, and to be clear about Wu's intentions.

Looking at the listening book that was still kowtowing, Chen Yueqiao coldly ordered:

"Lock her up, and don't let her have any contact with anyone without my orders."

"Yes."

Then someone dragged the book down.

"Mama."

"The old slave is here."

"Hand my name to Wu's house, and invite Miss Wu to the Big Buddha Temple tomorrow for incense."

"Yes."

Chen Yueqiao wants to see what kind of ghost fetus the Wu family is pregnant.

On the second day, Chen Yueqiao packed up early in the morning, told the Lu family, and set off for the Big Buddha Temple.

The girl of the Wu family is named Wu Cuilian, she guessed early in the morning that Chen Yueqiao would definitely notice something, and when she received her invitation, she was not surprised, but just sneered.

On the second day, I also went to the Big Buddha Temple early.

The two arrived almost one after the other, and when they met in the main hall, they were all full of smiles on their faces, as if they were afraid that each other's acting skills would overwhelm them.

After worshipping the Buddha and entering the elephant, he followed the little master in the temple to the wing.

When she entered the wing, Chen Yueqiao waved her hand to stop the support of the piano and motioned for her to wait in the courtyard.

Wu Cuilian knew that she had something to say, but it was inconvenient to say it in front of her subordinates, so she also instructed her maid to wait in the courtyard.

After entering the wing, the two of them looked at each other, Wu Cuilian saw that Chen Yueqiao's complexion was not good, her face was pale, if it wasn't for the rouge to cover it, I was afraid that her complexion would be even worse.

PS: Thanks to the sub-version of the sachet of the corn non.

I've been a little disappointed lately, and I've been telling stories with a lot of heart, but I can't always satisfy everyone. I've told you before that everyone's departure will make me lose for a long time.

I read the book reviews left by everyone, and many of the comments put forward really helped me immensely. Even if there is a tube of complaints, it is spicy and cute, which makes me realize my shortcomings.

Until today, I went to QQ Book City on a whim to take a look at my own text, and when I came back, I always wanted to slap that whim out of the sky. There was only one comment there, which abused the author's heart into scum.

Anyway, is my writing really that bad, really that bad, really that bad? R1152