The Holy Will came so suddenly, it caught them off guard. Lan Junyao wondered in her heart, if she said that she would lead the troops to the battle, shouldn't the Eighth Prince be in front of her brother? Why did she send her brother this time.

This time, the elder brother's election was in an uproar, and small news flew everywhere in the streets and alleys, spreading at such a speed like piercing wings, and the palace was a place where the world's gossip gathered, and the emperor's news was never blocked, which was to stop it.

"Thanks to the emperor's blessing, Jing'an can get better so quickly. Lan Junyao pulled Dequan aside, and then asked in a low voice: "Father-in-law, Your Majesty must have heard a little about my brother's choice of relatives, but Jing Anxin is not clear, why can't he postpone it for a day?"

"Young Master Lan is deeply favored today, and His Royal Highness has just married, so it is not good for him to leave the concubine in the mansion immediately. Dequan understood what she meant, and only made a slight adjustment. "Xiuyi also has to be prepared, since there is no major problem, I am afraid that I will return to the palace today to serve Your Majesty. ”

"Thank you father-in-law, I'm tired all the way, it's better to stay with a cup of tea. Lan Junyao knew in her heart, saying this was just an excuse. If we knew this, we should have put this disease back for a while.

"The war is important, so I won't stay longer, but today I disturbed the good things of Lan Gongzi, and I want to forgive me. Dequan raised his voice, smiled at Lan Junyao, and hurried back to the palace.

Lan Qingyue personally sent Dequan out of the Prime Minister's Mansion before he arrived at the door, and he stuffed a silver ingot of white flowers in his hand, and at the end he thought that he had less silver on his body, so he couldn't do more, which really showed the gratitude in his heart.

Without the protagonist, this selection of relatives has no choice but to end. The atmosphere gradually fell silent, and after a while, someone stood up to say goodbye. An Ning was also like having lost his fun, and he was a little interested.

Since Lan Qingyue had an open reason to leave, the ladies of the family have been a little careless, their eyes will occasionally follow the direction of Lan Qingyue's departure, and occasionally they can talk back to the person in front of them who is gagging, but they are a little careless.

The originally joyful atmosphere was broken by this sudden summons, and thinking that her brother was going to the battlefield again, Lan Junyao's heart couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Soon after, only his father and mother were left in the family, and presumably after Dequan returned to the palace, he would definitely report the news of his recovery to the emperor, which was really annoying.

She originally planned to go to see the two brothers and sisters of Yun Juanyun Shu tomorrow, but she didn't see them these days, and she didn't know how they were doing. It's just that I look like this, I'm afraid I'm going to do it. It's okay, just wait for her to see them next time she leaves the palace.

Lan Qingyue entered the palace to face the saint, got the general's close voice, and when she returned with her father, the moon had already climbed the willow tops. As if to say goodbye, today's bright moon is extraordinarily round, and it softly sprinkles a piece of clear light. This meal made the family sigh, and the beautiful mother was chattering about some trivial things on the side, telling her brother to be careful when he went to the battlefield.

I heard that the thieves from the Western Continent were menacing this time, and even my father, who was usually cold, couldn't help but have a trace of melancholy on his face, looking at his son's somewhat excited face, looking like he wanted to speak and stopped, and he ate a meal with extra sadness.

Early the next morning, Lan Junyao got up early in the morning. When I arrived in the brothers' rooms, I saw the busy back of the beautiful mother, and when I got closer, I saw tears rolling in her red eyes.

Silent, Lan Junyao helped the beautiful mother to clean up some soft together, this was the first time she sent her brother to the battlefield. Looking at the room full of things, I couldn't wait to bring them all with my brother, but in the end, they were all put in place.

Outside the long pavilion, all the soldiers stood on horseback, and the elder brother stood in front of the battle in silver-white armor, and the red horse under him should be dressed, and the Yingluo on the top of his head looked more and more vivid. The eighth prince Ling prayed to bid farewell to the soldiers on behalf of the saint.

He stood on the high platform, raised the wine cup in his hand in the direction of the soldiers, and drank it all. The sound of thousands of porcelain bowls breaking rang out, and he raised his voice on the high platform: "Farewell to you, I hope to kill all the prisoners as soon as possible and return safely." ”

"Don't be the Eighth Prince. All the soldiers replied in unison, and for a moment they were full of pride, soaring into the sky, and the confidence that they would not break the enemy's capture and not return was so obvious on their faces, even Lan Junyao, who was standing aside to see him off, was also infected by this atmosphere.

Half of these soldiers had followed Ling Qixuan to fight the world in the past, and even Lan Qingyue was no exception. Looking at the coach's posture, they fought in their hearts, this battle must be won.

The sound of horses' hooves trampling, step by step like a drum beating in the bottom of people's hearts, the army meandered for dozens of miles, until their traces had completely disappeared from sight, Lan Junyao put down the toes that had been standing on tiptoe, and the calves were sore.

Tears in her eyes were still flickering, and she was very reluctant to give up on her brother in her heart, only this time she was worried about her farewell, I don't know what kind of mood my father and mother had in sending my brother to the battlefield in the five years since she left home.

She turned around, and her gaze was on Ling Qixuan on the high platform. Since the farewell of the past two days, we only met again today, recalling what Dequan said on the day of the message, Lan Junyao's heart was a little sour, although he had confessed his heart, after all, he already had a wife, whether he loved it in his heart or not, in the end, he was the rightful eighth princess.

Looking at each other like this, the breeze rolled up the willow leaves around her, I don't know whether she remembered her parting brother or was touched in her heart, and the tears in her eyes flowed down the corners of her eyes. After all, there was silence, what could be done by staring at these many people.

Pulling the cloak on her body, it was obviously a sunny day, but she felt a chill on her body, and the servant was still waiting, she turned around and got into the car, tears welled up in her eyes, wetting the upper of her shoes like beads of broken thread.

On the streets of the imperial city of Dongling, it is often seen that the dusty soldiers can ride an equally exhausted horse, and the horse's hooves are raised high, carrying a piece of light dust, and galloping in the direction of the palace. Their clothes were already in rags, and their faces were equally tired.

In the past, such people had been scolded by the people behind their backs a thousand times, but today, when they saw these soldiers with their armor still wrapped around their bodies, they were busy making way for them to make way for them, and they had no time to straighten even the vegetable baskets that had been trampled by the horses' hooves.

After being woken up in the middle of the night for a few days, Lan Junyao only felt her head swelling at the moment, and her haggard face was slightly hidden by the blue gown, and she was sleepy, and a rapid emergency report outside the hall woke her up from this state.