Sun Hui saw that Lu Wenhuan and Jia Nidao did not return to the army, and Ye Chuchu and Wang Linlin did not come back, he couldn't help but be a little worried, and then he suddenly remembered the female killer under Jia Nidao named Luo Suqin, who lived in Feiyun Pavilion with Du Lili, so he asked about her whereabouts, and learned that she disappeared on the day the army was dispatched.

"Could it be that Jia Rudao arranged to assassinate Kublai Khan?" Xiao Tiantian said.

"Maybe." Sun Hui looked at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky and said, "I'll know when she comes back." ”

At night, the Yuan army camped.

A corner of the tabernacle was lifted, and there was a sudden rush of bright candlelight and a pungent smell of grease and burn. This smell has been hovering here for a few days, and if it weren't for the incense lit in the incense burner, the people in the tent might not have been able to smell such a burnt smell long ago.

Kublai Khan did not look up. He pinched a lovely white stone between his fingers and tapped it gently on the warm copper wine bowl on the top of the incense burner. The monotonous sound of "click, click, click, click" was disturbing, but Kublai Khan didn't know it, and his eyes fell on the table full of books, but there was no focus.

The man who came in stood there silently, not making a sound, just biting his lower lip and frowning. The Empress should have watched Kublai Khan in a daze with a hint of pleasure - there were not many moments that could make him so embarrassed. However, it was clearly not the right time, and what was causing Kublai Khan's headache may have been even more difficult for her. The Empress had to face up to this troubling thought: from the first step on the road to the south, she was getting closer and closer to Kublai Khan. They were supposed to be two people on opposite sides of the world, separated by different faiths, but they came together in the end.

Suddenly thinking of the sharp eyes of the person in the sky, the queen's body couldn't help but shake a little. Although one of them was in the sky and the other was on the ground, far away, she still couldn't suppress the chill in her heart, as if the shadow of that person could be projected into this tent from afar.

“…… Queen," Kublai Khan finally woke up, "are you cold?" He looked strange. From the snow-covered plateau to the hot and humid south, before the Mongols could complain, the queen shivered.

The queen shook her head, and almost immediately changed to her usual calm and calm expression: "What did you ask me to do?" ”

Kublai Khan looked at her clear eyes and couldn't help but show a wry smile. How to say that the queen is his wife in name, and from the wedding to the present, the words she has said can be counted. He wanted to say, "What must I do to call you here?" But at last he didn't say anything, and even he was bored by the words—the deep marks on the long scimitar on the side of his seat still loomed, reminding him of what had happened during the day.

If it weren't for the fact that this knife blocked the deadly fragments from the explosion of the Song Army's cannonball, he would probably not be sitting here talking to the empress now.

"Useless scholars?" The sarcastic words blurted out, and his heart was full of self-deprecation.

He looked up to the culture of the Han people in the Central Plains, and Lu Wenhuan was ridiculed as "Lu Sheng", and he didn't think there was anything wrong with such a "nickname", but now it seems that he underestimated this Song general with extraordinary literary talents.

"What?" The queen was stunned.

"Nothing." Kublai Khan knew that he had lost his words, so he waved his hand tastelessly. The queen quickly understood what he meant, and her face turned red. The atmosphere in the tent suddenly became awkward and ambiguous, and the two men had their own agendas, and the tables separated from them seemed to be so far away forever.

"How prepared are your people?" Kublai Khan asked deliberately carelessly.

"My people ......," the queen repeated slowly, a haze passing over her face, "he's not my person, I don't know what he's going to do, so don't ask me." ”

Kublai Khan frowned. If he just wanted to know what the other party was doing, he really didn't need to ask the queen.

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