Chapter 210: Kyoto's Arrival
The breeze is gentle, the spring branches are swaying, and the earth is purple and red.
The quaint bells rang here and there, the crowds of people rushing to the market in front of the temple dissipated one after another, and the pilgrims who came from afar took their own carriages and horses and slowly drove away along the way home.
Zhao Xian leaned on the wheel, and sharpened the branch in his hand with the beautiful dagger, the tender green branch was cut off, and the center of the tree was pulled out to leave the bark, and then it was made into a simple whistle. The tricks of ordinary peasant children have become the only pleasure to pass the time in this entertainment and its scarce temple.
With a homemade whistle in his mouth, he gently blew an unknown song, as if he had returned to the scene where he sneaked away to the river to take a bath and chatted and farted with his fox friends and dog friends. Zhao Xian's eyes were slightly in a trance, but he shook his head secretly: Why are your eyes so sore, I lost a home, and God doesn't compensate me for another one now, what is there to miss...
The arm was gently patted, waking up the distracted Zhao Xian from his memories. He suddenly turned around, and saw that the expression on the face of the visitor was all gone, and it was replaced by the same evil smile as before.
Although it was a glimpse, the thoughts in those eyes fell on Mrs. An's eyes. The loose long skirt concealed the waist, the plain shawl set off the graceful color, the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and her eyes stared at him: "What, homesick?" β
Zhao Xian shook his head, seeing that there were no outsiders around, he jumped out of the carriage and held her arm, and said with a soft smile: "A place with a family is called home, you are by my side, what else can I think." β
Mrs. An was petite, and she seemed to be leaning on him in his arms when she was supported by Zhao Xian, raising her hand to push him away a little, and her mature face rose a little red. Wen Sheng said angrily: "You are not only my family, who knows where you put your heart." β
Madame's eyebrows were picturesque, and the little vinegar that seemed to be there added a little more brilliance, Zhao Xian smiled and took her hand and put it on his chest: "If you touch it, you will know that I put my heart there." β
The little hand shrank slightly, but it didn't break free. Feeling his powerful heartbeat, Mrs. An's crisp chest rose and fell slightly, and her expression was slightly cold, mixed with shame. Hummed: "You have become more and more presumptuous in recent days. Let the subordinates see how to get it, hurry up and let go. β
Zhao Xian rubbed his soft and boneless jade hand, and then he was reluctant to let go, and asked instead, "Birou?" Why didn't I see her come out? β
The lady retracted her hand into her sleeve and protected it in front of her abdomen. There was a look of displeasure on her cheeks: "That girl is worshipping Buddha in the temple and asking for a lot." I didn't wait for me to leave before I was willing to find the monk to unsign. All the thoughts are written on my face, can I not come out early. β
She glared at him as if she didn't think so, and Madame's anger was even worse. What iniquity was created in the previous life? If God wants to punish me like this, is he sent by God to harm me?
Zhao Xian touched his nose, took advantage of the cover of the carriage to gently stop her body, and said in his ear: "Drunk Yan, you know that I am a very contented person, actually..."
The lady didn't want to listen to his explanation, the last time in Honghu, Birou cried with her liver and intestines, she already knew Birou's intentions, and what could she do now.
Breaking out of his arms, the lady stroked the hair around her ear and snorted, "If you little thief are content, no one in the world will be greedy." β
Zhao Xian smiled, seeing that her face was not good-looking, he didn't dwell on this matter, and jumped on the carriageway: "It's windy here, you don't have to get cold, let's come in and talk." I have something to say to you. β
Mrs. An saw that his eyes were bad, but he was lustful and wanted to mess around regardless of the occasion, she cautiously covered her breasts: "I'm not cold, can't I say something here?" I had to get in the car. β
"I'm not going to eat you again." Zhao Xian was amused by her guarded expression, and there was a lot of time for physical communication at night, and I wasn't in a hurry to that point,.
Seeing the ridicule in his eyes, his wife's face was slightly disgusted, so much that she really didn't believe that he dared to mess around, and flew to the car with her toes lightly on the ground, and the water sleeve fanned him in...
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The Zhengbei Governor's Mansion in Wuchang City, located in the prosperous area of Wuchang, is the command center of several surrounding cities and counties, and the arrangements for the mobilization of soldiers and horses are all issued here.
On a warm day, just after breakfast, the antique street is full of pedestrians, shouting and selling one after another.
The black-armored soldiers outside the Governor's Mansion are holding their chests high and not squinting, they have experienced war all the year round, and they are by no means comparable to the Imperial Forest Army, the proud son of the sky in Beijing, although the equipment is not as good as the Imperial Forest Army, but the momentum on their bodies is even better.
Yue Jiheng, who was dressed in a white robe and was in high spirits, led the waiter A Man out of the Governor's Mansion, looked left and right, and considered whether to go to Fengyue Lou to have fun or to find trouble with Zhao Xian.
At that moment, "Boom! Groov! The sound of horses' hooves galloped in, breaking the quiet and peaceful street.
The horse was extremely violent, and there was a strong wind in the place where it passed, and the passers-by avoided it one after another, turned back and wanted to curse, but when they saw the clothes of the people on the horse, they quickly shut up and got out of the way.
Yue Jiheng turned his eyes, but saw that the person on the horse had a small flag behind him, dressed in a red robe, judging from the flag, it was a messenger from Kyoto, and he was holding a long box tightly in his arms, and his eyes were full of bloodshot and cautiously staring at the pedestrians on the road.
He was slightly surprised in his heart, and when the messenger jumped off his horse, he stepped forward and said, "Yo! Why did you come from Kyoto? β
The messenger tightly guarded the wooden box in his arms, took out a gold medal, and said angrily: "Quickly dodge, Jingzhong secret order, let me go to General Yue Pingyang." β
Seeing the sign engraved with this golden dragon, Yue Jiheng was shocked, and immediately said disdainfully: "Do you know who this son is?" Give me the secret order, and go down and rest. β
"The Holy Lord's edict, this is a secret of the military aircraft, and private visits hinder the killing."
The messenger was about to draw the knife as he spoke, but Yue Jiheng was immediately stunned when he saw this, and hurriedly raised his hand and said, "Okay!" This son doesn't care about you! Go in and put it! β
After the messenger entered the governor's mansion, he frowned and said: "It should be Zhao Xian's request to approve it, it's time to prepare a cup of Zhuangxing wine for that kid. This son's mood! How is it so good......"
Yue Pingyang shook the folding fan and left in high spirits, but a woman appeared on the eaves of the building on the street. The plain clothes are like snow, the green silk is like ink, and the willow leaf-like eyes are shining with a little essence.
She masked her face in the white sand, and rose up with a light touch of the cornice, silently slashing through the air, landing on the courtyard wall of the Governor's Mansion, and sliding along the roof like a beautiful snake to the main house.
Gently lifting the tiles, I saw two people standing in the room. After the messenger respectfully placed the wooden box in his hand on the table, he breathed a sigh of relief, and he was physically and mentally exhausted from the great pressure he had endured for several days. I fainted when I turned my head.
Yue Pingyang with gray sideburns. It is not surprising to see this, in order not to make a mistake in the delivery of official documents, the messenger did not dare to sleep, and comforted the people who fainted after the errand.
He had the messenger helped down and walked to the table. Open the tightly wrapped wooden box. It is indeed a piece of yellow silk in the eye. Stacked neatly inside, it can be seen that there are words on the front and back, and the handwriting on one side is red. It seems to have been written in blood.
Yue Pingyang was slightly shocked, and secretly felt that something was wrong, so he hurriedly turned around and closed the doors and windows, picked up the yellow silk and unfolded it to look at it carefully.
The expression was first puzzled, then shocked, and then turned to anger, the blue meridian on his forehead burst out, and his sturdy body actually trembled faintly, and even the armor on his body rattled.
After a while, he slapped his palm on the table fiercely, panting like a cow staring at the bloody words, and said sadly: "First Emperor! Your Majesty! The minister has been loyal all his life, how can he do this when he is old..."
Speaking of this, his voice gradually choked, and he couldn't see how the current exercise of the imperial court was.
How can others sleep peacefully on the side of the couch, and the tiger lurking around the emperor is this tiger who can change the sky at any time, and he is forced to make this will!
"Thank you for not forsaking! Minister, got it! Yue Pingyang gritted his teeth and said this, his knuckles rattled, and the whole person seemed to be ten years old.
Su Wanyun on the roof, her face was also shocked, if she wasn't well-trained, she might have screamed in shock.
Heaven help Northern Qi! The new emperor of Daliang simply burned out his brain, isn't this a reason for the An family to rebel!
Su Wanyun was overjoyed to hear such a secret, Zhao Xian suddenly wanted to sneak into Northern Qi, she still heard it as a joke, and she didn't plan to agree, because it was impossible to succeed. Now she's changed her mind.
As long as you get the piece of blood edict, when Zhao Xian sneaks into the Northern Qi and fails to retreat, it turns out that the retreat is cut off, and after he is aggrieved until he dies, he will hand over this piece of blood edict to an old man, and Daliang will definitely not attack himself.
This war, which lasted for a hundred years and affected all lives, is really coming to an end, and all this only needs to sacrifice one Zhao Xian, the chess piece she has cultivated.
The excited heartbeat gradually stopped, and Su Wanyun didn't know why, and her beautiful eyes showed unprecedented hesitation.
She is one of the commanders of the secret guards, and in order to break through the defense line of the Great Beam, she has sacrificed too much, her own apprentices, her own junior sisters, and even herself.
Now that the light is at hand, sacrifice one more time, and everything that was before will be rewarded.
There is no war in the world, no people are suffering, no orphans who have lost their parents due to war, no widows who have no old age to rely on.
She, junior sister, and Yijun can strip off their current identity, return to their hometown and become a hero of the Northern Qi Dynasty, and even find their former relatives, putting an end to this half-life wandering.
Only one person needs to be sacrificed ...
Breathing a little fast, Su Wanyun couldn't suppress the emotions in her heart, and her silver teeth almost bit her lower lip.
Gradually, her eyes were hazy, and she seemed to be cold and didn't seem to eat the fireworks of the world, and she shed a few hot tears, which fell on the tiles. Is it exciting? Is it sadness? Nobody knows...
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"What?" Mrs. An's eyebrows were upside down, her little hand gently slapped the table, and she said angrily: "You want to infiltrate the honor guard of the Northern Qi to ambush the emperor?" Is your brain burning? Is that different from death? β
Miss An hasn't come back yet, Mrs. sat cross-legged in front of the small table, glaring at Zhao Xian angrily, if she couldn't get angry easily, she would definitely do it. The beauty is angry, and her mature face is so red that she looks better.
The smell of flowers in the car is fragrant, and a few newly folded peach blossoms are inserted in the vase on the small table. Zhao Xian peeled the fruit with such a delicate dagger, and said happily: "Don't be so excited, I am blessed with a great life, and with the response of the imperial court, how can I die easily." β
"That's not going to work either." Mrs. An knew the unreliability of the imperial court, her cheeks turned slightly pale, and she said angrily and angrily: "You, you are going to be your father's person, and you don't know how to think about yourself." No matter how great the credit is? Sitting in the position of the grandfather of the country is no longer rewarding, but you are not satisfied, do these risky things make sense? β
Mrs. An rarely used her identity as a wife to talk to Zhao Xian, turned her head away from Zhao Xian, and touched her slightly bulging abdomen, her eyes were full of tears.
Every girl with a spring wants her man to stand up to the sky and be a big hero like Xiang Yu. But in the hearts of wives, who would want their husbands to use their lives to stand up to the heavens and the earth once?
Zhao Xian grabbed her shoulders and pulled her over, and said with a smile: "Of course it makes sense!" As long as this success is achieved, there will be no more war in the world. I'm done with this battle. You can go back to Changzhou. Secluded and continued to be my little blacksmith, no one knows you there, you can be my wife openly, and it has nothing to do with Yijun walking hand in hand with children. Is that kind of life bad? β
Mrs. Ann heard this. An inexplicable pain in my heart. So far. How do you still make that little blacksmith? It's all my fault, I shouldn't have recognized you in the first place.
But if you don't recognize it, how did you meet you? She sighed faintly. Turning his head, he looked at Zhao Xian with tears in his eyes: "You are too naΓ―ve, this is impossible to succeed." If you want to take such a big risk if you want to retire, I would rather be your Duchess and let outsiders gossip about it! β
Zhao Xian raised his hand to wipe the tears on her cheeks, shook his head and smiled: "Okay, okay, wait for the approval of the imperial court to come down, there is no point in persuading me now." β
Mrs. An couldn't persuade her, so she had to snort lightly, holding her slightly bulging belly, her face quite unhappy.
Zhao Xian shook his head and smiled bitterly, picked up a red date and sent it to her mouth, and gently persuaded: "Open your mouth and smile more, otherwise it won't look good, you will sulk during pregnancy, and you will remember the development of the fetus." β
What kind of fallacy is this? Mrs. An listened to him all day long, this is not good, it is not good, it is almost suffocated. Looking at Zhao Xianxian's attentive touch, she reluctantly opened her mouth, and as soon as Zhao Xian's hand was loosened, the red dates fell down her neck into the loose neckline and slipped into the plump and white breasts.
"Yikes!" Mrs. An's face suddenly turned red, and she couldn't get angry just now, so she hurriedly wanted to open the placket and take out the red dates, but when she saw Zhao Xianse's squinting gaze and an epiphany, she said angrily: "You heartless bastard, you deliberately, it's not necrotic." β
"Mistakes, mistakes." Zhao Xian smiled shamelessly, gently pulled her collar, stretched out her hand and said shyly: "Come and I'll help you take it out, oops!" It seems to be caught, my hand is too cold, so I'll take it out for you with my mouth. Pulling open the placket, two snow-white plump bodies came into view, almost breaking free from the shackles of the lotus green mandarin duck's bust.
"You're going to die!"
Mrs. An was shy and anxious, pushing Zhao Xian's head but couldn't prevent his hand, her chest spread out in three or two clicks, and she was pressed down by Zhao Xian on the small table.
Suddenly there was a light in the car, and the curtain was lifted.
"Ahh
With two screams in unison, Mrs. An closed her shirt in a panic, blocked her face before she could see the person who came, and said incoherently: "What, Birou, it's not what you think, I, I ......"
Zhao Xian was also startled, the secret passage was over, and when he turned his head, he saw a back in plain clothes like snow. Her fragrant shoulders trembled slightly, and she said angrily: "Senior sister, you are becoming more and more unruly, and you are in the carriage with the man, day and day...... Hum! β
Su Wanyun stomped her feet, her face didn't know where to go, she didn't think of coming, she saw Zhao Xian burying her face in her sister's arms and gnawing around, which made her heart tremble, so she didn't leave, and she didn't stay.
"Senior Sister Su?" Mrs. An's heart was pounding, and she was relieved to see the person between her fingers. Hurriedly closing the clothes scattered on her chest, her face was as red as blood, and she turned her head and said softly: "Senior Sister Su, why are you here?" And they didn't give me a word in advance. Although she pretended to be calm, her face was mostly embarrassed, and she couldn't help but glare at Zhao Xian a few more times.
Zhao Xian touched his nose, and hurriedly said: "Sister Su, since you came, come in and sit down, it was all an illusion just now, I was just looking at the jade pendant on Sister Liu's neck to see if it was beautiful." Come on, tea, tea, tea......"
Su Wanyun compared the long sword in her hand, eager to raise her hand to slash this pervert. Slapping the sword heavily on An Ji, Su Wanyun's willow eyebrows were slightly cold, and she said angrily: "Senior sister, how old are you?" It's like Yijun's child, it's really, really ......."
Mrs. An was originally shy and embarrassed, and Senior Sister Su, who was counting on bad people and good deeds, quickly dodged away, but she didn't expect her to come in and sit down, and also educate her.
Mrs. An was displeased in her heart, and her shame faded a little, and she frowned and said: "Senior sister, I see how old you are and how old I am, so I call you Senior Sister, why do I need you to guide me, I like to mess around with him all day long, even if I pull Yijun to mess around with me, it is my private matter, what does it have to do with you?" β
"Poof! cough cough..."Zhao Xian just drank all the tea squirted out, choking on his face and turning red. My God, Sister Liu is really spicy, but I like it, pull Yijun to mess around, tsk... I dare to think about it...
"You..." Su Wanyun's face suddenly turned cold, and the eyes of the two mature beauties exchanged several times, but Su Wanyun was defeated first, and snorted: "Whatever you want, I can't take care of these idle things." β
Mrs. An snorted lightly, this time she stopped, but thinking of what she said just now, she suddenly turned a little red, and said secretly: I can't go crazy, these words are said...
Su Wanyun only had a wry smile in her heart, she was already sorry for her when she was forced to marry into the An family, and now there is no other way than to accommodate her.
Zhao Xian smiled lightly and leaned over to Mrs. An, handed him the tea and said, "Zui Yan, what you just said is not true......
"What?" Mrs. Ann looked dazed, completely at a loss.
My God, I don't recognize people when I turn my face, this acting is a little ruthless! Zhao Xian completely surrendered to the malicious lady who sold cuteness.
He was about to remind a few words, but Su Wanyun couldn't stand it anymore, knocked on the table with his fingers, and said, "Zhao Xian, I have something to tell you." β
Mrs. An secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and pushed Zhao Xian's body over: "Senior Sister Su has something important to discuss with you, go and listen." β
Zhao Xian saw that her face was red, and she was no longer aggressive, she turned around to look at Sister Su who was drinking tea with her head down, and asked, "What's the matter?" β
Su Wanyun's eyes flashed slightly, and she said: "The official document of the imperial court has returned, agreeing that you will sneak into Northern Qi with your army and set off on a certain day." β
"What?!" Mrs. An was furious, her head shook a few times in anger, and she slapped the table and said, "How can you let this kind of thing happen?" Infiltrate the Northern Qi Dynasty... Isn't that death? β
"Senior sister!" Su Wanyun's eyes were slightly cold, and she said with a cold face: "I have my own plans, these things are not in your hands, do you still want to meddle in my affairs?" β
"I..." Mrs. An was anxious and angry, this time she was really angry, her breasts rose and fell sharply, and she didn't know what to do.
Zhao Xian was not surprised, stroked Mrs. Fu'an's back to make her relax, and asked, "That's good, I'll go pick up soldiers and horses later, and get ready to go!" Go early and come back early. β
A little complexity flashed in Su Wanyun's eyes, and she nodded lightly and said, "Yes, go early and come back early, I will go to Northern Qi to investigate the situation in the near future, and if there is a chance, I will inform you." (To be continued......)