It sounds like it's in the palm of your hand for fear of falling, and it's afraid of melting in your mouth.

Lu Yixin felt a little bumpy, no matter how much she loved her daughter, in the end she could only be reduced to marrying other countries and relatives, Yu's mood of wanting to make friends was understandable, but she still felt sorry for Princess Yujiang.

"You...... Are you Lu Yixuan? The little princess sat upright, her eyes shining at the mention of this name, and she was even more delicate and bright, "I heard my father say that the little general of the Great Yan Dynasty who conquered the west recovered Shang Zhutai for our Yu clan. ”

She couldn't help but take a few more glances at the girl in the jinghai cloth skirt, such an informal and heroic appearance, Rao is little princess in brocade clothes and jade food is also very envious.

Yu Jiang said that her eyes couldn't help but increase sadness, she was a princess who was kind, she couldn't help herself, listening to the rumors in the inner palace and the deep palace, she would also think, if she was not a royal child, or if she was so strong in martial arts and outstanding skills, wouldn't she be like Lu Yixuan who was holding a spear and throwing blood for his family and country.

Then, her father told herself, if you want to contribute to your family and country, marry the man who is above ten thousand.

Harmony has become the last strength that Princess Yujiang can contribute, meager and helpless.

Lu Yixin does not reject the little princess, on the contrary, this delicate and unpretentious appearance is extremely painful.

"Do you want to learn, I'll teach you, Oh, His Royal Highness Ming Zhan is also my apprentice." Lu Yixuan turned the tea cup in his hand and boasted about Haikou, which was really shameless.

Feng Ming frowned when he heard this: "Don't bring the little princess to ruin." ”

One is that the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are all excellent, and the other is that the eighteen weapons are dredged.

"Yo, the little prince is distressed?" Lu Yixuan pinched his throat in a pretentious manner.

Feng Mingxie felt that this girl was entertaining herself all the time: "No, this king feels sorry for Mrs. is too tired. ”

His desire to survive is still very strong.

Lu Yixuan's face was not red, and Princess Yujiang became shy first.

Although the delicate girl is not good at practicing martial arts, she loves to read, but Feng Mingxie rarely returns to the house within a month, but she always feels that the atmosphere in the house has become strange.

Yu Jiang was no longer afraid of getting into a fight with Lu Yixuan, but the book he was holding in his hand all day made Feng Ming frown.

"Two or Three Things of the Prince".

Isn't this the flower booklet that Lu Yixuan just finished flipping through a few days ago?

"What did you say?" The man was noncommittal, and he was not interested in the affairs of the wind and snow, so why did the girl's family look at it one by one.

"The cheat manuscripts from foreign countries, I heard that they are all out of print," Lu Yixin snatched back the book with relish, "The Northern Wei Dynasty Xian Wang Xie Fei Yu has a commanding life, and I like the little girl in his family very much." ”

Life and death go hand in hand, and each other is in the same boat.

Feng Mingxie raised his eyebrows, that's it? Why didn't she look at her man, didn't he turn his hands into clouds and his hands into rain.

The little prince threw the feather robe on his shoulders onto the couch, his eyes were slightly tired, Lu Yixuan had already grasped the crook of his arm, his fingers were not traced to the pulse of the bowl, and his face was gloomy.

"If you don't listen to the doctor's words, you may not listen to my words." Lu Yixuan was a little annoyed, but he was reluctant to lose his temper at this rare time to get together, since the change of the whole country, Feng Mingxie did not seem to be stable and comfortable for a moment.

She lifted his sleeve up, and several new wounds were visible on his arm.

It was to remove the marks of the silver needle that had been swamped around in the body with a dagger.

"You've been sick again these days?" Lu Yixuan said eagerly, "How long has it been?" ”

From Fengyang City to the present, it has relapsed twice in less than half a year, Gu Qingxun knocked on the side and said, the prince is too tired, and he can't forget to sleep and eat like this.

However, Feng Ming's evil fell on deaf ears.

"Is it that you are putting it to see, so you can't let them be the master a few times?" Lu Yixuan's words changed his words, so many bachelors can't worry about you, so what kind of scholar should you be, "It's time for Ming Zhan to be alone." "You can't always be a little tail after you.

She knows very well Feng Mingxie's intentions, His Royal Highness has extraordinary talents and talents, and she may be able to become the new emperor of the Great Yan Dynasty.

"Wait." Feng Mingxie softly comforted Lu Yixuan, and then waited-when these courtiers were willing to bow down to their ministers, and when Mingzhan gave birth to an emperor's heart, he should be ruthless and benevolent, and wait-

Feng Mingxie coughed.

Lu Yixing's resentment was about to explode from his lungs, knowing that he didn't like to listen to nagging, so he sighed and simply changed the topic.

"You dropped Princess Yujiang without saying a word, how can the Yu clan explain?" Such a big thing happened to Dayan, and now that three or four months have passed, the Yu clan is eager to know the cause and effect, especially the safety of his little princess.

But no, the identity of the sixth palace of the favored crown, once careless, the emperor Lao Tzu died.

"King Rong Ben thought about it again," Feng Mingxie rarely did not give an answer immediately.

Lu Yihu was suspicious, and when the little prince hesitated, it only proved that he had a new suspicion.

"What are you waiting for?"

For example, an east wind.

"Beijung." Feng Mingxie snapped his fingers half-knocking, and his smile when he was conceited and determined was like a spring breeze and a moon.

Beijung?

What is the relationship between the Yu clan and Beirong?

Lu Yixuan was inexplicable, but it turned out that the prince of Fengyang was like a god.

More than half a month later, the new khan of Beijung, Hetujiya, sent envoys to send documents requesting that the peace talks be reconciled.

It's really strange that it happens every year, especially this year.

Reconcile peace talks.

"Hey, that little khan is afraid that the weasel is not happy to give the chicken a New Year's greeting!"

"Whimsical, if you want to fix it, first redivide the land of Fang Ji, and then let's talk about peace."

Early in the morning, there was a pot of porridge in the Zhishi Pavilion.

"Don't say it, maybe it was the last time I called the girl of the Lu family and General Yang to give a scream, learn to be obedient," Xiang Jian junior touched his chin, he was a new Lord Wenhua Pavilion, young and vigorous, "The border is restless, it is the people who are suffering, if they have the heart to repair, let's also give each other a step." ”

After all, Da Yan needs to stabilize the people's hearts, and Beirong needs to recuperate.

Everyone nodded and shook their heads when they heard this, and their eyes glanced at the scholar who was half-leaning on the wooden bench and staring at him in a daze.

That's right, it's the old man who scolds Feng Ming evil all day long.

Bachelor Shang is the oldest and the most qualified, as Ren Zaifu's old classmate, many people have to give him three points of face, and the junior scholar tugged at the sleeve of the old man.

"Scholar, scholar, what do you think?"

Bachelor Shang opened his eyes and yawned, as if he hadn't listened to these noisy words in his ears at all: "What can the old minister think," he smacked his mouth, "Beirong is not just here to negotiate peace." ”

He muttered.

"What do you mean by that?" Isn't that paperwork just trying to get back together?

The old man stood up and moved his muscles, and the warm afterglow of the midsummer sun carried a little late autumn mood, and he glanced at the people in the corner of the Zhishi Pavilion.

The man was silent and seemed to have a clear and high level where everyone was drunk and sober, and for more than three months, he had hardly participated in any court and political affairs, but he was not like this before.

Qin Zheng.

Yes, our princess Mingyue's concubine is a big man who was born with the ability to turn the tide.

"Lord Qin, my old man is thirsty, you come to teach these junior scholars." He named his name, today's young people's hearts are higher than the sky but they are so ambitious, what they think is what they see, and the situation of the country is clear to you with a pair of eyes.

Qin Zheng's expression moved, and his hand that was holding the brush paused without hurrying to speak.

This man was also a hot figure in the imperial court, the staff of the King of Jin and the East Palace, sharing the worries of the Empress Dowager Li and relieving the worries of the first emperor.

He should be the person that the court can rely on the most, but he didn't say a word after the "rebellion" of the prince of Fengyang.

Like, decided to be a mustard grass that goes with the flow.

Several of the newly promoted junior scholars were a little dazed, although they had heard of Lord Qin's name, but this stuffy gourd was arrogant as a colt and never discussed politics with them, why, he was a clear stream, and everyone else was muddy.

And over time, the people should not see him.

Seeing that Qin Zheng was silent, the junior scholars waved their hands and said, "Lord Shang, what are you mentioning him!" ”

The implication is that he knows a fart.

Qin Zheng's paperweight "clicked" and suppressed the calligraphy that was being traced, and when he stood up, a wisp of autumn shimmered fell on his eyebrows, and the end was like jade.

"Hetujiya is a little tiger, he can spend so many years to uproot the former prince and his brother's secret outposts, and the people who want to dominate the twenty-eight tribes of Beirong, the first thing after ascending the throne is to repair it."

He only said a few words, but he told the beginning and the end.

Ridiculous, and not believable.

When everyone heard the reasonable opinion, they were dumbfounded and looked at him differently.

"Listen to Lord Qin's meaning......"

"The drunkard doesn't mean to drink." They have other plans, which are not written in the paperwork, as a courtier, you have to see the black and white words, but also see the meaning of the meaning.

Everyone scratched their ears and cheeks and muttered one after another, but they had to tell King Fengyang all these careful thoughts, otherwise they would be afraid to make a rash decision, after all, those barbarians in Beirong are more ghost tricks.

Bachelor Shang screamed "oops", rubbed his old waist that was sore because of his sitting posture, and said lazily: "We don't need to talk too much." ”

The man under the Nine Dragons Throne has already seen it thoroughly.

Feng Ming Evil.

Lord Shang has always been unaccustomed to the little prince's swagger in the market, disobedience and murder of the king, not to mention killing the emperor, he has to be pretentious and not in position, what kind of washing appearance does he put on? !

Having said that, I have to admire this man's thoughtfulness and scheming, not to mention the vigorous and resolute action of quelling the chaos for three months, even the gossip of the Da Yan Dynasty has not set off the slightest storm, not only can it be done with extraordinary wisdom.

Lord Shang is not ashamed, but he has to admire.

He wanted to know what choice Feng Mingxie would make when facing Beirong, the Yu Clan, and Da Yan.