Now that the war is raging, Dongli has suffered defeats, and the only few victories are Nanfuting and Nanye charging into battle, they are fighting on the front line, but the eldest princess of Leyang often causes trouble, ruining the reputation of the Nan family.

The merits earned by the Nanjia army throwing their heads and spilling their blood were wiped out in an instant by the arrogance of the eldest princess of Leyang among the people.

And the royal family also thought that the Nanjia army had a bad heart because of the eldest princess's nonsense, and suppressed it everywhere, lost the hearts of the people, and could not have a sacred heart, and the Nanjia army was disheartened and could not fight the war.

"The royal attitude towards military generals has always been to use time to support, and time to fall, although this move is conducive to the stability of the court, but also chilled the hearts of many military generals, and now there are very few people who are willing to lead troops to fight."

Jiang Yu sighed deeply.

Qin Ying's eyes drooped slightly, and a shadow fell, and his expression was cold.

Jiang Yu continued: "To put it mildly, if you want to solve this matter, it is easy. The marriage between Nan Ye and the eldest princess of Leyang continued to be maintained, and Hongyan was accepted as a concubine, and both parties took a step back, and they were all happy. ”

Speaking of this, Qin Ying shook his head slightly.

He said: "Big brother thinks about this matter too simply. Since the Nan family dared to make trouble with the matter of peace and separation to the front of the emperor, they would not retreat, but would only go out and fight to the death. ”

Jiang Yu turned his head to look at him, and a melancholy chill flashed in his eyes.

General's Palace.

Nan Ye was half-lying on the couch, Mrs. Nan was drugged his knee, and her distressed eyes were red.

The pants were rolled up, the knees were bruised and swollen, and even the two legs were swollen, and the imperial doctor came to apply needles to dissolve the bruises, so that he could recuperate.

"The leg is injured like this, how can I get this if I go to war?" Mrs. Nan was worried, and gave her son the medicine while blowing softly.

Tian'er sat on the side, looking at Nan Ye's injury timidly, and her little face was also snow-white.

Nan Ye looked at Tian'er fixedly, this is the daughter born to Hongyan and him, looking at the face that is like a miniature version of Hongyan, he likes it and feels guilty in his heart, and stretches out his hand to her, wanting to hug her.

Tian'er looked at his hand in a daze and didn't move.

Although her mother told her that this handsome man was her father, she still did not accept this father who suddenly appeared in her heart.

"It's a fart fight!"

Nanfu Ting said angrily: "If the emperor really wants Ye'er to go to the battlefield, he won't let him kneel outside the imperial study for so long." My father and son are already a bowl of tired rice for the emperor, and it is a pity to abandon it if it is tasteless, heh. ”

"Be quiet."

Mrs. Nan glared back at him, "I still think that the emperor doesn't have enough prejudices about our family, and the trouble comes from the mouth, and your tendon has to be changed." ”

Nan Futing snorted heavily, and asked Nan Ye with a calm face, "What does the emperor mean?" Is he allowed or not allowed to leave the matter? ”

Nan Ye looked at his empty palm, and a touch of disappointment crossed his eyes.

Hearing his father's question, he paused for a moment before he spoke in a dumb voice, "The emperor didn't express his position directly, but he no longer explicitly refused as before, and he seemed to be a little shaken. ”

Nan Ye relayed what the emperor told him to his parents as it was, and General Nan and Mrs. Nan's faces sank when they heard it.

Mrs. Nan stopped applying the ointment and raised her head in shock, "What does the emperor mean by this, is he trying to blackmail us with the matter of peace and separation?" With the life of Hongyan, in exchange for you to ask His Royal Highness the Prince Regent to return to the court? ”

The corners of General Nanda's mouth tightened, and Gangying's face was cold.

Nan Ye raised his head and looked at his father, hesitated for a moment, and said, "The child is not filial, in fact, I have already gone to ask the prince." ”

"What?!"

General Nan and Mrs. Nan asked in unison.

Mrs. Nan almost knocked over the ointment in her hand, and looked at Nan Ye in amazement, "You went to ask His Royal Highness the Regent?" ”

She glanced back at Nanfuting, only to see that the corners of his lips had tightened into a straight line, his eyebrows and eyes showed a gloomy in the candlelight, his hands clenched into fists at his sides, staring coldly at his son.

"You, went to ask King Jun?"

"Yes."

Nan Ye lowered his eyes, got up and sat up on his knees, endured the pain, leaned over and kowtowed, "My son is not filial." ”

"Ye'er, get up, you can't kneel on your knees."

Mrs. Nan still felt sorry for her son, so she hurriedly went over to help him, but Nan Ye held down Mrs. Nan's hand, still kneeling there, raising her eyes to look at Nan Futing, her eyes flashing with tears of guilt and self-blame.

Nan Futing's fists were clenched tightly, his finger bones rattled and crunched, and he endured it again and again before he suppressed the urge to slap his son.

He didn't let Nan Ye get up, but just asked in a deep voice, "King Jun, what do you say." ”

Nan Ye pursed his lower lip, not daring to look at his father's cold eyes.

After a moment of silence, he spoke weakly, "The prince said...... He can save Hongyan, but if you want you, go find him yourself. ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Nan Futing's pupils shrink suddenly, and the fist he held turned into a slap, raised and slapped Nan Ye's cheek hard, directly knocking him down on the bed, and the corners of his mouth immediately burst into blood.

Tian'er was so frightened that she hugged her head and screamed, and the sharp scream pierced the dark night sky, making people tremble when she heard it.

"Sweet, sweet, don't be afraid, daddy is fine......"

Nan Ye didn't care about wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, took Tian'er into his arms and coaxed her softly, and calmed her for a long time before she calmed down.

General Nanda saw that his baby granddaughter was scared like this, he panicked, and he couldn't care about scolding his son, so he coaxed him vigorously, and Mrs. Nan was so angry that she kicked him out, "It's all your fault, you let me out!" ”

It was dark, and the originally blazing sun was hidden behind the clouds, and the clouds were thick, like a sign of rain.

Nan Futing was kicked out of the door and sat on the steps, his face full of sadness, and his heart tingled faintly.

His ears were all Nan Ye's words to him with tears in his eyes.

"Dad, it's a son who can't make it. I've lost her face once, I can't lose her a second time. Fortunately, the little sister has been recovered, you should be, without my son. ”

Nan Ye knew that it would be impossible for his father to ask His Royal Highness the Regent.

In order to save his sweetheart, he groveled to the enemy regardless of family grievances, and was already a sinner of the Nan family, so how could he ask his father to do the same?

How sad it is that a person who is a minister can't even do his own marriage.

……

Fusheng Restaurant

"What?"

Jiang Yu looked at Qin Ying in surprise, "The emperor wants to use his red face as bait to return to the court in exchange for you?" ”

He frowned tightly, "This thing that can't be beaten with eight poles, where does the emperor get the confidence to think that you can agree to this unreasonable exchange?" ”

Qin Ying pinched the teacup, and there was not even a trace of expression on his face that was calm, "It's not that you can't beat it." ”

"Huh?" Jiang Yu looked at him suspiciously.

Qin Ying said: "My mother, and Hongyan are Jinlan sisters. ”

“……”

Jiang Yu opened his pupils suddenly, "...... You say, Jiang Chuge and Hongyan are sworn out? ”

Qin Ying: "Hmm. ”

Jiang Yu suddenly had nothing to say.

Halfway, he showed a helpless wry smile, "No wonder the emperor would make such a ridiculous request, it turns out that the crux of the problem is here." It seems that the emperor is prepared, I'm afraid he has already investigated your relationship clearly. ”

Qin Ying didn't react, his whole face was as cold as a bowl of cold water, and only a few drops of sporadic cold glint flashed under his eyes.

"And what are you going to do?"

Jiang Yu looked at Qin Ying with some concern, "Now that the imperial court is employing people, if you want to go out of the mountain, there is no way." It's just that the emperor's approach is really uncomfortable, isn't he testing you? ”

"Temptation, or threat?"

Qin Ying's thin lips said extremely coldly, "I'm afraid he forgot, I hate being threatened the most in my life." ”

He threw the teacup on the table, pinched it gently, and crushed it into sand.

In the afternoon, torrential rain was pouring in.

The little fish and the dumplings ran away, and when they came back, they were drenched in soup.

Jiang Chuge carried Xiao Yu'er's ears into the house, and without saying a word, he poured him a bowl of ginger soup first, and then threw the person into the bathtub, "The cold is just right, and I went out to toss blindly, don't you want to die?" ”

She scolded while bathing Xiao Yu'er, the tiger mother went up, Xiao Yu'er was counted and didn't dare to speak, and then turned her head and saw that her father was bathing the dumplings, and her movements were very gentle.

People are not as good as dogs, the little guy sighed silently in his heart.

Outside, there was thunder, and the rain crackled the window lattices.

After taking a bath and being a little bored in the room, Jiang Chuge Shixing came, laid out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, lifted the pen decently, and silently wrote several ancient poems on the paper, intending to give Xiao Yu'er to carry it.

Qin Ying hugged the ball, leaned over and glanced at it, the subject matter was appropriate, it was all related to the rain.

It's just that this writing is really unbearable to look at, it's too ugly.

He raised his finger and pressed the corner of his forehead, "I said, you are a woman, are you really embarrassed to write like this?" ”

"Brush words, it's good to write like this, okay, I'm good at hard pens, not soft pens."

Jiang Chuge explained himself seriously, and his pen was like flying.

Xiao Yu'er knelt on the chair, barely recognizable the same handwriting with her little head, and slowly read out, "What is a thousand miles called, what is green and red, what is the water village and mountain, what is the wine......"

The corners of Jiang Chuge's mouth twitched, and he looked at Xiao Yu'er, "Isn't it, son, you know such a few words?" ”

Xiao Yu'er said aggrievedly: "I'm still a child. ”

“……”

Qin Ying couldn't stand it anymore, and said to his son, "He is quite literate, but he can't recognize the words you write." ”

Jiang Chuge: "Blame me?" ”

Qin Ying shrugged and was noncommittal.

Xiao Yu'er said: "I know the next sentence." Southern Dynasty 480...... Temple, how many floors...... In the rain of smoke. Right, mother? ”

"Uh-huh, listen to me read it to you."

Jiang Chuge cleared his throat and began to recite the poem, "Jiang Nanchun, Tang, Du Mu." Thousands of miles of warblers cry green and red, and the water village mountain Guo wine flag wind. There are 480 temples in the Southern Dynasties, and how many buildings are in the smoke and rain. ”

Her timbre was crisp and very pleasant, Qin Ying ignored the word, reminisced about the poem, and nodded approvingly, it was actually not bad.

Xiao Yu'er couldn't believe her eyes after hearing this, "Isn't it, mother, are you writing about a warbler?" Is this a cry? God, I thought it was a pig's hoof, but I didn't dare to read it. ”

“……”

Jiang Chuge narrowed his eyes dangerously, "You also learned badly from your father, dare to sarcastically mock your mother?" ”

The little fish looks at their little ears or little farts. The stock is about to suffer, he smiled, and said "Don't dare, don't dare", and then gave a thumbs up, blowing a rainbow fart to Jiang Chuge, "A good poem written by my mother!" ”

"I didn't do it."

Jiang Chuge didn't accept this wave of farts, and directly picked up the rice paper and pointed to the head to show Xiao Yu'er, "Didn't you see it, Tang, Du Mu." This poem was written by the Tang Dynasty poet Du Mu, don't forget to memorize this when you memorize it. ”

"Tang Dynasty?"

Xiao Yu'er scratched her head suspiciously, turning into a curious baby, "Which dynasty is the Tang Dynasty, why have I never heard of it?" ”

"Forehead ......"

Jiang Chuge didn't know how to explain, touched the head of the fish, and comforted: "It's okay, you're still a child, you'll know it when you grow up." ”

She scavenged another poem from her memory, and was about to put pen to paper, when she heard a deep voice in her left ear say, "I haven't heard it either." ”

Jiang Chu's pen in the singer paused, and an ink spot suddenly appeared on the white rice paper.