Luo Zhaoyun accompanied the eldest grandson Wurong and said some words, and after chatting, he drove to Murong Ziyan's palace first, and first visited the eldest princess of Tuyuhun.

A few years ago, he entered the palace to ask for a child, and now he is pregnant, and he may leave Chang'an at any time and return to Tuyuhun.

If it weren't for the Turkic attack, the victory or defeat was uncertain, Murong Ziyan stayed and waited for news, so she didn't leave, and now that Luo Zhaoyun has returned, Murong Ziyan is almost away from the day of departure.

"Zi Yan, how does your body feel?" Luo Zhaoyun asked with concern.

"Well, it's amazing, a life is conceived in the body, and I have never felt like this." Murong Ziyan smiled and stroked her slightly bulging lower abdomen with her hand.

Luo Zhaoyun looked at the smile on her face, so natural and sincere, with a maternal love.

"Now that you are also a mother, you have to take care of yourself and your children." Luo Zhaoyun smiled and stretched out his arm, wrapped his fragrant shoulder, and said softly.

"Understood, I'll be mindful. In this regard, women can be more attentive than men. Murong Ziyan smiled lightly, and her mood improved a lot, which was very different from the heavy mood when she first came to Chang'an.

Luo Zhaoyun pulled her to sit down, close to each other, and chatted some private words, although he was the king of a country and the son of Dahua, he put down all his shelves and identities at this time, and treated her only as a wife, gentle and caring.

After an hour of talking, Murong Ziyan was coaxed by him like this, and she was very happy. However, she also knew in her heart that the goodbye that should be said was always to be said.

"Your Majesty, thank you for caring about Zi Yan's feelings so much, and came over to chat with the concubine."

"You're my woman, come and see you, isn't it right?"

Murong Ziyan shook her head and said, "At present, Dahua is in ruins, and many officials have just taken office to fill the vacancies; There are a lot of big and small things that need to be decided by His Majesty. And Your Majesty has just returned triumphantly from the front line, and the queen and concubines need you to accompany and chat, but you are the first to come to Ziyan's palace, why don't I understand? ”

"Your Majesty is cherishing me and cherishing me, Zi Yan remembers, and her heart is grateful! But after all, I want to leave Chang'an and return to Tuyuhun, and I didn't leave a few days ago because I was worried about Your Majesty's safety. Now that His Majesty has returned to Beijing in triumph, Zi Yan will also rush back to Tuguhun's royal tribe to give birth as soon as possible, so that the child born can have the legitimacy of the royal family, otherwise, they still think that I will pick up a child casually and go back, and if I want to inherit the royal family in the future, I am afraid that there will be trouble. ”

Luo Zhaoyun was a little reluctant, wrapped his arms around her waist, and said softly: "I am reluctant to let you go, and I am not rare in Tuyuhun's territory, my child, even if he does not become the king of Tuyuhun, he can enjoy all the wealth in the Central Plains and be crowned the king of Gaojue!" ”

"How can it be the same?" Murong Ziyan sighed lightly, and said with a somewhat firm look in his eyes: "If he is a boy, I hope that he is the hero of Tuyuhun, just like his biological father, standing up to the sky and relying on his own hands to lay down a piece of the world." Instead of becoming a marquis of peace, grinding off his sharpness, he can only be in the bustling city, fighting eagles and dogs, leaning on red and green, which is what Zi Yan does not want to see, and it is also the man that Tuyuhun women look down on the most. ”

"Besides, in addition to the blood of the Han people, he also has half of Tuyuhun's blood flowing in his body, and now Tuyuhun is in the bitter cold land of the plateau, and has been suppressed by the Western Regions and the Tubo Party, and the whole nation has been threatened, we need a young king, gather the hearts of the people, and be able to bring our nation to live tenaciously, instead of becoming a vassal completely, becoming a slave, and finally disappearing, then I, as a royal family, will become a sinner of Tuyuhun."

Murong Ziyan said something from the bottom of her heart, she saw it very thoroughly and rationally, she didn't expect this woman from the nomadic tribe of the plateau to have such mature thoughts.

Luo Zhaoyun took a deep breath, empathized, and could understand her hardships and ideas, and also had some admiration in her heart for keeping in mind the tribal mission.

The rise and fall of a tribe is ultimately burdened by a woman, who cannot kill the enemy bravely or control the heroes, relying not only on faith, but also on her man.

Luo Zhaoyun had no reason to stop it, and he couldn't stop it, so he smiled bitterly, and he could only support it silently behind his back.

"Okay, I was really influenced by you, and I no longer forced you to stay, on the contrary, I will try my best to help you, keep the safety of the clansmen, and strive to make their lives better in Tuyuhun, have clothes to wear, and food to eat, so that they will not starve and freeze in the cold winter, and they will not be bullied arbitrarily by Tubo and other foreigners." Luo Zhaoyun made a guarantee.

When Murong Ziyan heard this, her delicate body trembled, and her eyes couldn't help crying, but this was not sad tears, but tears of joy. This is what she wants to hear, and she also hopes that her man can help, and now that Luo Zhaoyun said it herself, she suddenly felt that she was very happy.

The Dahua Son of Heaven in the Central Plains is her lover, the hero in her heart, and will cover half of the wind and rain for her!

On the other half of the sky, Murong Ziyan hopes that the child in her womb will be able to share her worries when she grows up, and she will not have to worry about the affairs of the tribe earlier, and she will be controlled everywhere.

"It's great that Your Majesty can understand Zi Yan's distress." Murong Ziyan leaned her head into Luo Zhaoyun's arms, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"If you don't talk to the family, what do we have to do with it, I am your husband, so I naturally want to support you! However, when you go back to Tuyuhun, you can't forget about your man, it's best every one or two years, you can come to Chang'an as a guest, we can catch up and exchange feelings. Otherwise, after years of separation, I am worried that you, the first beauty of the Tugu Plateau, will be snatched away by others when the time comes. ”

"Hehe, will Your Majesty be jealous too?"

Luo Zhaoyun thought to himself that this was not vinegar, but about the color of the top of a man's head, if he knew that any man dared to fight Murong Ziyan's idea, he would either send troops to recruit or assassinate, he would definitely not let other men get involved and plot against him.

"What do you say?" Luo Zhaoyun pinched Murong Ziyan's beautiful cheek as a punishment.

Murong Ziyan saw that her man was not worried about her, and felt very interesting, and chuckled: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, in Ziyan's heart, who can compare to you as a man in the world, literary and martial arts, governing the country and the country, you are all dragons among people." Also, that aspect is also very powerful, Zi Yan is not interested in other men at all, I just hope that Your Majesty will not forget Zi Yan, maybe one day, Tuyuhun is stable, Zi Yan will live in the palace of the capital for a long time, at that time, I only hope that Your Majesty can accept it, and still be able to grace Zi Yan. ”

Luo Zhaoyun listened to her confession, and was also a little moved, and sighed: "Okay, we made a white head covenant, and in the second half of my life, I hope to see you in Chang'an City, and I will not be separated from your white head!" ”