It's just heat stroke, a few doses of medicine, a few days of rest, her body will recover ^H back to normal, she seems to be the same as before, still tirelessly handling the harem chores for him, the corners of her mouth are still with a faint smile, and she still caresses the piano when she is bored.

But it is this calm that makes the confidence faintly uneasy, but the war in Liaodong is tight, in the northeast outside the pass, the Houjin army is rising, and the descendants of Nurhachi are eyeing the Ming Dynasty in the pass, so the emperor is busy and can't take care of her.

It's night, Yuan's compound.

A petite night walker rushed into the study of Yuan's mansion, and Yuan Chonghuan, who was lying on the desk and writing hard, did not check at all, just wrote the folds of tomorrow's court, and was about to stretch his stiff body, a small sharp pain in his back came, and when he instinctively wanted to look back, he found that he couldn't move at all.

"Who?!" In the end, it was a person who was used to rolling on the battlefield that he realized that he was being sealed with a silver needle, but his tone was not chaotic at all.

If it weren't for the fact that Yuan Chonghuan was only a civil official and didn't know martial arts, she really wouldn't have been able to enter his study so smoothly and seal his acupuncture points.

The corners of her mouth unconsciously hooked up a smile of approval, and said in a deliberately low and disguised voice: "Lord Yuan, don't worry, I won't hurt you." ”

"Who are you? What do you want? Yuan Chonghuan raised his vigilance and vigilance.

Her cold gaze swept over the fold that Yuan Chonghuan had just written, and before she had time to close it, she frowned and said, "Five years of Pingliao?" Lord Yuan really thinks that with the strength of the current Ming Dynasty army, the war situation in Liaodong can be pacified in five years? ”

Yuan Chonghuan was stunned, and he could hear the question of the magnetic male voice behind him, Yuan Chonghuan frowned dissatisfiedly: "Who are you?" How can it be your turn to intervene in the major affairs of the government?"

"Lord Yuan, don't panic, I'm just entrusted by people to be loyal to people, do you recognize this?" As she spoke, she still had a piece of jade pendant on the desk in front of Yuan Chonghuan.

Yuan Chonghuan's eyes swept over the jade pendant, and the bright white jade was engraved with the word "Chen", which was Nan Ruochen's personal thing.

Thinking of the strategies that Nan Ruochen had given him in the Liaodong War when he was a staff member in the Yuan Mansion, the sharpness and defensiveness in his eyes gradually faded, and his tone was a little happy, and said: "Nan Gongzi asked you to come."

The person behind it did not say anything, and was noncommittal.

Seeing that the person behind her had not said anything, Yuan Chonghuan only felt that she had acquiesced.

"Regarding the recent situation in Liaodong, I don't know what Nan Gongzi thinks?"

"Now, the Houjin aristocracy has risen, in the comparison of the power of the Ming Dynasty and the Houjin army, the Houjin army has a clear advantage, and it is not easy for the Ming army to suppress the Houjin army in Liaodong, and five years of Pingliao is tantamount to a dream."

In fact, she is not familiar with the situation in Liaodong, and she is in the palace, and it is even more difficult for her to understand the battlefield as a concubine, these are just relying on her own memory.

When Yuan Chonghuan heard this, he sighed: "Yuan doesn't know how this situation is, but it's just to temporarily comfort the emperor." ”

"Relief? If you can't do it in five years, what should the emperor think? ”

"This ......" He didn't think about it, but this was just a delaying tactic, but he didn't expect that if it caused the emperor to be suspicious and suspicious, how would he bear the consequences: "How can I have both?" ”

"Although the Houjin army has an obvious advantage, in the sixth year of the Apocalypse, in the first battle of Ningyuan, Lord Yuan used a new weapon red cannon, which made the Liaodong war situation turn around, but it was because of the dictatorship of the Wei thieves at that time, but now the emperor is fully committed to the Liaodong war situation, and entrusts all the defense of Liaodong to Lord Yuan, with the talent of Lord Yuan, he will be able to live up to the emperor's order."

Yuan Chonghuan still wanted to say something, but suddenly found that his body, which had been stiff, suddenly loosened, he turned around curiously, only to find that the figure of the person was no longer behind him, and the jade pendant on the table also disappeared.

He savored Fang Cai's dialogue, destroyed the memorabilia he had just written, took out a new one, and pondered it.

She left Yuan's Mansion and walked on the way back to the palace, already having a plan in her heart.

Although Yuan Chonghuan is a civilian official, he does have a lot of military command talent, so he can naturally break it at one point, and she naturally does not need to come to the class to get an axe in military strategy.

What she understands is only her husband's heart, and she doesn't feel the changes since he ascended the throne, although he is diligent and thrifty, he is suspicious of everyone, even her.

She didn't want to meddle in the affairs of the previous dynasty, but she couldn't watch her loved ones step by step into the desperate situation of the country, so she had to intervene, although perhaps the consequences of these actions were something she could not bear.

And in this plan, Yuan Chonghuan could not be given death by the emperor as in history, so the Haikou of Pingliao in five years could not be boasted, and it could not arouse the emperor's suspicion.

And she could have reminded Yuan Chonghuan directly about this matter, but in this dynasty, as a concubine, she must not interfere in politics, and it is extremely taboo to even bump into it unintentionally, let alone remind her directly and positively, so she had to go to see Yuan Chonghuan late at night in the name of Nan Ruochen.

She didn't know if it was right or not, and she didn't know what the consequences would be for herself, but she couldn't care so much about it.

Still holding Nan Ruochen's jade pendant in her hand, when she was bored and picked up the wooden doll that Nan Ruochen gave her, she found that the wooden box where the wooden doll was placed, and a jade pendant engraved with the word "Chen", Nan Ruochen wanted to use this way to keep herself from forgetting him, but how could she afford this feeling.

Looking at the North Star in the sky, remembering that time, a man with a faint light on his eyebrows and eyes smiled and said: "Nan Ruochen, like the North Star, guides people in the ......"

Is he okay now?

Back in the palace, it has been three watches, Yongning Palace is dark, as she commanded, there is no abnormality, she groped in, today's night is so dark, I can't see my five fingers, unload the fatigue of the day, and lie back on the bed.

"Xin'er, why did you come back so late, where did you go?" The lazy voice was so unreal to anyone to hear, but it came from the bed where she was sitting.

She was taken aback and couldn't help but be slightly shocked: he ...... Isn't he busy handling government affairs in the Qianqing Palace? When did it come? How long has it been? Did he know about her leaving the palace?

She barely pulled out a smile: "It's stuffy in the house, I'm going out for a walk alone......"

Why didn't she take a slave with her when she went out for a walk, this reason was obviously full of loopholes, and she was at a loss for what to do, and when she didn't know how to explain it, a pair of hands grabbed her waist from behind and took her into her arms.

He didn't say anything for a long time, and the night was too dark for her to see his expression.

"Sleep......" The world was so quiet that she thought he was asleep, but suddenly she heard his dream-like whispers.

Neither of them spoke, but in the darkness, neither of them was asleep, both of them were equally tired......

So far, there has been no word all night.

The letter's reaction seemed too calm, calm enough to make her uneasy, but what could she do? Time is running out, and she still has so much to do......