By the end of the camp, it was late at night.

Yao Duran helped Qiao Fengzhi, who was unstable, to leave the wine tent, and Lu Yan and Fuquan lit the lantern and followed quietly. After a few people walked in the night, Qiao Fengzhi's originally messy and slightly swaying steps were unexpectedly stable. He gently withdrew his arm from her arms, took her hand instead, and said with a smile: "Ran'er, it should be for your husband to help you." ”

Yao Duran looked at him and couldn't help but smile interestingly: "So you are pretending to be drunk." ”

"Haha-" Qiao Fengzhilang laughed, and said as he walked: "In front of the strong, you must always show weakness appropriately." ”

After hearing this, Yao Duran thought it was true, and said slowly: "Not bad." That's why Ning Wanshu invited me to take a walk, all to show favor to us. She knew her current situation, so she knew very well that if she wanted to live an easier life in the future, the first thing she would do was to eliminate the potential hostility around her, which was much smarter than Xie Yuanzhi. ”

Qiao Fengzhi smiled after hearing this, and his tone was a little playful: "Ning Wanshu, the former Concubine Ning, I know her ability to behave in the world. Otherwise, how could she live under Du Yu's hands. ”

Yao Duran sighed secretly in her heart, yes, that's why she spent a lot of time today to have a friendly relationship with Ning Wanshu, because she is not someone else, but the former Concubine Ning! It is a person who struggled to survive under the hands of a generation of poisonous queens, not only willing to use incense pills for a long time, but also invited himself to Yingqing Temple to avoid favor, his endurance and endurance, as well as his ability to adapt to the situation, can be called perfect, very comparable. Therefore, she didn't want to annoy her and set up such an antagonist for herself and Qiao Fengzhi out of thin air.

……

After returning to the tent, the two of them washed up briefly and went to bed. Yao Duran stayed up for half the night, and after putting on the soft pillow, he couldn't open his eyelids, and fell asleep with deep dreams.

I don't know how long I slept, a high-pitched and anxious voice suddenly entered my ears, the chaotic dream was disturbed, Yao Duran opened his eyes in a daze, and before he could fully wake up, he heard the shouts from outside the tent: "Young Master Qiao!" Qiao Gongzi! Wake up! Qiao Gongzi, something happened! ”

When Yao Duran heard "something happened", he suddenly woke up and came back to his senses, only then did he recognize that it was Qin An's voice, he was the person next to Huo Jingcheng, and he came to shout in the middle of the night, there must be a hundred thousand urgent things. Yao Duran hurriedly sat up and called Qiao Fengzhi. She shook him a few times while shouting, and Qiao Fengzhi finally woke up and clearly heard the shouting outside the tent.

Qiao Fengzhi's sleepiness was scattered, his eyes flashed with suspicion, and he asked outside the tent, "What's the matter?" ”

"Young Master Qiao! Xiahou Bo committed suicide! ”

"What?" Qiao Fengzhi sat up all of a sudden, glanced at Yao Duran, and saw surprise in each other's eyes.

Qin An said again outside the tent: "Young Master Qiao! It's true! His Royal Highness has already gone to Xiahou Bo's tent, and ordered the villain to come and call you, so you should hurry over and have a look. ”

"Got it!" Qiao Fengzhi replied, and immediately left the bed to dress, and Yao Duran also hurriedly followed to the ground, dressed him with all hands and feet, and tidied up his appearance.

His expression was solemn, which showed that this matter was not trivial.

When he left in a hurry, Yao Duran returned to the bed, but he couldn't sleep, and there was a sentence circling in his mind: Xiahou Bo is dead? Xiahou Bo died?

……

Summer nights are deeper. Qiao Fengzhi and Qin An hurriedly walked through the night as thick as splashing ink, and hurriedly came to Xiahou Bo's tent.

Qin An lifted the curtain, Qiao Fengzhi walked in, and suddenly, a smell of blood came to his nose, making his stomach churn a little, he barely suppressed it, and saluted Huo Jingcheng and Yun Ce.

There are many people in the account, Huo Jingcheng and Yun Ce are naturally there, in addition, Gao Taiwei and Du Yan are also there. Several people stood staggered, and in the gap between the figures, Qiao Fengzhi saw Xiahou Bo's body. He was lying on the ground in his snow-white bedclothes, his eyes were wide open, blood was spilling from the corners of his lips, and a dagger with no blade was stuck in his heart, and the piercing blood stained his white clothes, and the air became filthy, making everyone frown slightly.

Ning Wanshu was also wearing snow-white bedclothes, kneeling on the ground and holding Xiahou Bo's hand, crying mournfully. The plain white wonderful man cried so much that the pear blossoms brought rain, and it was moving.

Huo Jingcheng paced back and forth a few steps, and said to a few people: "Let the maid come in first to change Mrs. Xiahou's clothes, and then ask the reason for the matter." With that, Huo Jingcheng took a few people out of the tent to avoid.

The maid who was trembling with fright outside went in hard.

And they stood outside the tent in the night, silent with one another. After a long while, the maid finally helped the neatly dressed Ning Wanshu out.

As soon as Ning Wanshu came out, she knelt down in front of a few people, and said sadly: "Your Highness, the concubine knows that this matter is very important, your Highness can ask whatever she wants, and the concubine must know everything." ”

"Okay." Huo Jingcheng instructed the maidservant: "Help Mrs. Xiahou to get up." ”

The maid was ordered to help her, but Ning Wanshu shook her head with tears in her eyes. Huo Jingcheng was not reluctant, and asked straight to the point: "Mrs. Xiahou, let's talk about the incident first." ”

"Yes." Ning Wanshu said quietly: "After the banquet was dispersed, the concubine came back with her husband, but after coming back, the husband was full of sorrow, so the concubine accompanied him to talk, and the husband mentioned the humiliation at today's banquet and the dissatisfaction with General Du......"

"Long-tongued woman! Hugh is going to choreograph me! Xiahou Bo is greedy for life and afraid of death, which is the material for suicide! He and I have not been on good terms for many years, why didn't he commit suicide a few years ago? Du Yan suddenly burst out angrily and interrupted Ning Wanshu's words.

Ning Wanshu was so frightened that her body trembled, she only lowered her head and lowered her eyes and cried silently, and said no more.

Huo Jingcheng glanced at Du Yan and said, "General Du, don't be impatient. A woman, where can you afford to drink so angrily? ”

"Yes." Du Yan's face turned pale, and he responded.

Huo Jingcheng looked at Ning Wanshu who was kneeling on the ground again, and said, "Mrs. Xiahou, you can continue." ”

Ning Wanshu wiped the tears on her cheeks, and said sadly: "Yes, when the concubine was talking to her husband, I heard him say that it is better to die than to die. At that time, the concubine only thought that he was angry, so she casually comforted her. Later, the husband said that he should be quiet alone, and the concubine had to go to bed and sleep first, and I don't know how long she slept...... found out that his husband had committed suicide......"

After Ning Wanshu finished speaking, she cried sadly again, her beautiful eyes were hazy and complaining, and tears were hanging down her pretty face.

After Huo Jingcheng listened, his handsome face was thoughtful, he turned his head to look at Yun Ce, then turned to Ning Wanshu, and said, "The matter has come to this, Mrs. Xiahou will mourn." At this time, it is inconvenient in the middle of the night, and the main hall will do his posthumous affairs early tomorrow morning. ”

Ning Wanshu listened, looked at Huo Jingcheng with tears in her eyes, and said in a sad tone: "Concubine, thank Your Highness for being the master." ”

Huo Jingcheng retracted his gaze and turned to business: "Come on, help Mrs. Xiahou into the tent to rest first." Then carry Xiahou Bo's body to an idle tent, and then march to the burial early tomorrow morning. Everyone should be scattered. ”

The maid helped Ning Wanshu up, and the two slowly entered the tent. After a while, several soldiers carried out Xiahoubo's body and went to the idle tent.

It's finally clear. Huo Jingcheng looked at the sky, tiredness and embarrassment flashed in his handsome eyes, he raised his hand and gently rubbed the corners of his forehead, and said to a few people: "Since everyone has leaked and rushed here, let's go to the military tent and sit together." ”

……

In the tent of the council, the lamps and candles were lit, and a dim light shone in the dark night. Several men sat down at the long table. The maid boiled fragrant tea, poured it for them one by one, and then quietly withdrew.

In the fragrance of tea, several men all looked solemn and drank tea silently. The wind of the summer night was heard by the chirping of grass insects in the grass outside.

After drinking tea for a while, Huo Jingcheng suddenly asked, "General Du, I heard that you buried Empress Du in the ancestral tomb of the Du family?" ”

Du Yan listened and was stunned for a moment before he said, "Back to Your Highness, yes." ”

Huo Jingcheng took a sip of tea, and his tone was calm and casual: "Then according to you, where should your brother-in-law Xiahou Bo be buried?" ”

"This ......" Du Yan looked embarrassed, lowered his head and thought for a moment, and finally said: "He is already a descendant, so naturally he can't be buried in the Beiyue Emperor's Mausoleum." On that day, Du also followed this point and buried his sister in the ancestral mausoleum of his family. ”

"Hmm." Huo Jingcheng responded and looked at Yun Ce: "Yun Xiang, regarding Xiahou Bo's death, the main hall has two decisions, one is to return his body to Xiahou's house. Xiahou Feng, the king of Xuan, was the most prestigious of their brothers, so we sent Xiahou Bo's body to Changxuan City, and Xiahou Feng took over the body and disposed of it himself. Second, Xiahou Bo was buried in the imperial mausoleum, and asked his father and queen to change the name of the Beiyue Imperial Mausoleum to the royal tomb. Naturally, Xiahou Bo's conferral cannot be delayed any longer, and he must be buried in a famous place. ”

After hearing this, Yun Ce put down the teacup, shook the feather fan that he never left his hand, and said, "Fengzhi, tell me, how is it good?" ”

Qiao Fengzhi listened, pondered for a moment, and said: "Your Highness, it is inappropriate to be buried in the imperial mausoleum and renamed the royal mausoleum. There are also the monarchs of the Xiahou family in the imperial mausoleum, and they have lowered a Xiahou Bo, and they can't let the ancestors of the Xiahou family follow him to be so degraded, otherwise they will provoke the anger of the princes of North Vietnam, and then His Majesty's Anbei policy will not be so smooth. ”

"Yes, yes, Feng Zhi is right." Yun Ce said slowly.

Huo Jingcheng looked at their master and apprentice, then lowered his head and dialed the lid of the tea, and said, "That's true, it's the hall that has not considered it." Then he can only send his body to Changxuan City and hand it over to King Xuan. ”

Yun Ce nodded slowly: "This is the only way to do it." It's just that Xiahou Bo's gift has to wait for His Majesty to show it, so it will drag on for some time, not to mention that the body is difficult to survive in the summer, just say that Xiahou Bo is dead, after the news spreads, our side has not been resettled, and it is easy to cause bad speculation from all sides. ”

Huo Jingcheng listened, and put it in his hand lightly, and the tea cover he was playing with was put back on the teacup with a "snap". Huo Jingcheng got up, and said with a firm tone: "Yunxiang, don't worry about this." The main hall has decided to cut first and then play, and the main hall will use the father's dictation to give Xiahou Bo the title, and at the same time, send a cronie to rush to Nanqian immediately to complain to his father. ”