After the withdrawal of troops from the capital of Ningguo, the imperial power in Anguo fell into a struggle.

The crown prince died, and the second son of the queen, Ping Wang Tuoba Ning, urgently returned, eradicated the second prince's party, ascended the throne in April, and changed the name of the country to Qianye.

In order to appease the people of Ningguo, Emperor Qianye changed his surname to Yuan, and he was in the same text as the people of Ningguo.

The priest has disappeared, and there is no god in Xiuyi.

In July of the first year of Qianye, Emperor Yuanning canonized the former high priest as a concubine, and the title was Mei, in order to set the hearts of the people.

Anguo is internally stable, he sits firmly in a high position, and the army will only go south again.

Taking advantage of Yuan Ning's lack of time to take care of foreign affairs, Ning Guo counterattacked from the capital, forced the An army to Nanyang Pass, and confronted them with half of the country.

In the southeast, all were recaptured, and in the northwest, the banner of Anzi was still planted.

Emperor Ningguo was dead, and the third prince, Yang Qingtan, took the lead in charging and handed over the capital to his henchmen to manage.

At this time, there was no emperor in Ningguo.

It has been half a year since the war in the capital, and the man in the green shirt walked on the road, and was even put in the face by the fireworks.

The inner walls were torn down, and the outer walls of the western part of the city were being rebuilt, expanding the area of the capital by a third.

He straightened out the copywriting in his hand, and the smile on his face finally froze.

He walked to a mansion and found that there were already people waiting there.

"Mr. Xiao, how are you doing?" Before Xiao Qi could speak, the people waiting there took the lead in saluting.

It has been half a year since Xiao Qi was rescued by Zhong Ying.

"It's fine, and I'm worried. Xiao Qi nodded to Zhuyue, lowered his eyes and looked at the book he was holding in his hand, and sighed softly.

"Looks like he's going to be disappointed. Month by month paused, said slowly.

The corners of Xiao Qi's mouth hooked up with an unnatural wry smile and crossed the threshold.

Zhaowangfu is long gone.

Even the obituary was posted, and Yang Qingjue was determined to make everyone in the world think that he was dead.

"Expanding five hundred miles from the capital, there is no trace of Miss Ye San. Xiao Qi said to the two people sitting at the table.

Yang Qingjue's biggest willfulness is to spend half a year turning over the capital, the surroundings of the capital, and even the small half of Ningguo inch by inch to find a girl.

He did not even spare the baby girl who was born after the First World War in Kyoto.

As soon as Xiao Qi's voice fell, the entire hall fell silent.

Zhong Ying buried his head in the snowflakes of paperwork, and the other leaned over behind him to point.

Hearing this, the man behind him raised his head with a wry smile and looked at Xiao Qi.

"That's it. He said.

"Childe, Miss Ye San may not be in the capital. ”

Xiao Qi knew that what had supported Yang Qingjue for so long was a sentence from a girl who claimed to be a god.

Miss Ye San is not dead yet.

"I know. The man covered his face with his hands and slowly lowered his hands.

That face is not Yang Qingjue.

"I agreed with my third brother that he would give me half a year to look for bamboo. Half a year has passed, and no matter where the bamboo is, I should keep my promise. ”

"Zhong Ying, what I taught you in the past few days, do you know?" the man lowered his head and asked Zhong Ying, who was burnt out.

"There is no one in the capital, only I am the only one who is struggling to support, but I can't do it, so I will arrest Yang Qingyun to do coolies. ”

The man lying on the table finally raised his head, Zhong Ying had a pair of panda eyes, full of pride.

His words were light, but he also succeeded in amusing the two people present.

Watching the heavy wooden door being pushed open, he subconsciously wanted to kneel, but considering the identity of the person, he forced himself to go straight back again.

"Mr. Xun. He leaned over.

Xiao Qi followed behind the man, who was tall and thin, with picturesque eyebrows and a red mole under the corner of his eye, like a cuckoo's blood and tears.

He wore a jade plaque tied around his waist with the word Fei written on it.

This gentleman's name is Xun Fei.

"I've been staying for half a year, I've worked hard for you. Mr. Xun said with a smile.

The corners of the moon's mouth bent unconsciously, and he led two horses.

"The queue has been prepared, Mr. Xiao, Mr. Xun, please. ”

The front line of the confrontation between the two countries is at the Nanyang Pass.

The third prince, Yang Qingtan, is leading his troops to be stationed in Nanyang.

When the horse's hooves arrived, a young man with a childish face still on his face rode a yellow horse and rushed to the army.

"Report - a great victory on the front, our army killed 5,000 enemies and captured 10,000 people. ”

The young man's face was full of excitement, and he couldn't help but wave his hands while he was still on the horse.

"Okay boy, it's not like you're fighting. ”

The grumpy soldier had already begun to shout, and he gave the boy a roll of the eye mercilessly.

But the young man was not annoyed, he rode on the horse with his hands on his shoulders, and "hummed" proudly, boasting:

"So what? I also followed General Ye out of the capital, and if General Ye wins, I will win!"

As soon as these words came out, they immediately caused a lot of laughter.

"If the general hadn't thought I was too small and wouldn't let me go to battle, I would have been able to wield my sword and kill the enemy!" said the young man with his head held high.

After saying that, he was thinking about serious business, and did not go to add fuel and vinegar, but jumped off his horse with a letter in his arms, and hurried to a camp.

Life in this army is not as good as in the capital, and when a woman enters the barracks, she can't continue to use the set of rouge gouache in the capital.

When the boy entered the tent, he saw a carrier pigeon in the hand of the young girl, who had not lost her fandelity, and was tying the letter to the bird's leg.

"Miss Tinglan, but there's a letter from the capital?"

The boy asked nervously, holding the letter in his hand.

Mu Tinglan looked back gracefully, she no longer wore heavy makeup, but she was still so gorgeous that people couldn't take their eyes off it.

followed the march of the eldest prince all the way, leaving no trace on this woman.

"Xiao Que, don't make a fuss. Tinglan scolded softly, and the young man knew his mistake and quickly stuck out his tongue.

"Letter from the capital, Mr. Xiao and His Royal Highness the Seventh have already set off. ”

Looking at the surprise on the young man's face, Tinglan put his index finger between his lips and whispered:

"Qi'er, the current Seventh Highness's name is Xun Fei, and he is the upcoming leader, do you understand?"

"Not only the staff, but also the military doctor. Finch stood upright and respectfully handed the letter he had given to Tinglan, "Finch understood. ”

Ting Lan covered her lips and smiled, took the letter from Xiao Que's hand and swept it, a hint of surprise on her face.

She put the letter in her bosom, and instead of opening it, she walked out of the tent.

She drove away the finch and walked alone to the general's tent.

Along the way, many people cast amazing glances at her, but no one dared to step forward to be rude.

Everyone understands that Tinglan is the woman of General Ye Sheng.

"Xitang, I've got a letter. With the answer, Tinglan went straight into the tent and stood in front of the two young men.

One of them has sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and his figure is straight. The other person, dressed in a long shirt and holding a folding fan in his hand, was drawing strokes to the other person.

The man in Confucian costume is really good-looking, and even the ten miles of Merlin can't seem to compare to his bright smile in winter.

Ye Sheng, who came from the capital, was a Confucian general, which was well known to everyone in the Ningguo army.

But it was this literati who made them willingly be commanded.

"Xitang?" Ting Lan heard Ye Fox's slightly raised tone, "It seems that Fang Su is almost ready." ”