After Gu Fanghua learned about this, she was a lot more relieved about Xiao Yao's safety.

On this day, she touched her belly, which was already slightly bulging, and lay on the rocking chair, thinking about Xiao Yao who was closed at the Yumen Gate.

I knew that when Xiao Yao left the capital at that time, he should have gone with him. However, Mingzhu was worried about Empress Dowager Zhong's body, and she was still relieved.

Now that I have a body, I can't travel long distances for two or three years. Every time I think about this, Mingzhu can't tell what it feels like in my heart.

However, Xiao Yao, who was in Yumen Pass, was very fortunate that Mingzhu did not return to Yumen Pass with him. Because today's assassination is already the eighth batch since he returned.

Originally, he climbed the tower of Yumen Pass to inspect the military affairs of the border pass.

Unexpectedly, among a group of veterans, someone suddenly assassinated, and the poisoned dagger, although it did not hurt Xiao Yao, was used to assassin himself, but it was very neat.

Xiao Yao watched the veteran fall, not seeing a hateful look in his eyes, but a kind of calm, as if it was just to fulfill some kind of promise.

The surrounding veterans rushed up, and many of the people who had befriended the deceased were in disbelief.

The robes that had been born and died with him were sad and lamented. Scolded: "You were kicked in the head by a donkey? How can you do it to your own people? ”

"Lao Zhao! Lao Zhao! Why can't you think of assassinating the marshal? ”

"You don't fucking die on the battlefield, but you want to do fine work, why are you?"

……

Xiao Yao looked at Lao Zhao, who fell to the ground, motionless, and felt more sadness than anger in his heart.

These veterans of Yumen Pass are all experienced in a hundred battles, but they did not die on the battlefield against the enemy, but died under these conspiracies.

It's really sad.

"Marshal, what should we do with this corpse?"

"He also couldn't help himself, so he let people be buried well."

Xiao Yao stood on the high tower of Yumen Pass, looking at the blue sky, the floating white clouds, and the endless green grassland.

Once again, I feel that Yan Rongling has gone crazy, such a person is the king, and he will be the emperor in the future, can he really govern the Great Zhou Dynasty well?

When he returned to the General's Mansion, he wrote down the people who had recently assassinated him, their identities, backgrounds, and the information they had found.

Whether the emperor believes it or not, what are the consequences? Even if the emperor is angry and punishes himself, he must tell the emperor.

And on the grassland, in the tent of the Liao king, the Queen Mother Liao's face was pale, and she stared at the black-robed man viciously. Said angrily: "Originally, I thought that Mr. was a messenger sent by the Immortal Heaven, but I didn't expect you to be a demon sent by the Demon King to destroy my people." ”

"The Queen Mother doesn't have to worry, what the Lord promised you will not regret. As long as Xiao Yao dies, he guarantees that within ten years of Yumen Pass, there will be no war with your country. The things promised to the Queen Mother before will also be delivered one after another. ”

The black-robed man seemed calm, but he was actually anxious.

The foundation of Yumen Pass for many years, basically this time, has been uprooted. So many assassinations were arranged, but none of them succeeded.

Empress Dowager Liao sneered: "Didn't you say that it was easy to kill Xiao Yao? ”

"If the Queen Mother had sent an army to occupy Yumen Pass a few years ago, Xiao Yao would have died when he came back."

Speaking of which, the black-robed people were also angry in their hearts, if it weren't for the fact that the Empress Dowager Liao didn't believe in him enough at that time, she refused to send more cavalry. Taking Yumen Pass in one go, ruined the master's plan, why is this so?

Empress Dowager Liao's face changed, she slapped her face on the low table, and shouted: "Now Xiao Yao has sent people to press us step by step, to drive us into the depths of the grassland. If we leave in a hurry, you'll be dead. ”

Sadness flashed in the eyes of the black-robed man, after he was a loyal and good man, he had to do such a treasonous thing.

When he completes the master's entrustment and rescues the person he wants to save, he will have no face to live again. Even before he dies, he is afraid that he will have to cross out his appearance, so as not to meet the ancestor in the underworld and be shameless.

"The Queen Mother can rest assured, soon the court will ask Xiao Yao to fight to the death with you. At that time, there is no need to really fight, just open the formation, after Xiao Yao's death, the Great Zhou army will be defeated. ”

Empress Dowager Liao now has less trust in the black-robed people than before.

Seeing that he swore an oath, he didn't agree to it, but said: "I can't be the master of this matter, and I will only reply to you after consulting with the chiefs of the tribes." ”

"Queen Mother, if Xiao Yao is in Yumen Pass for a day, you can only live with your tail between your legs for a day. With Xiao Yao's ambition, he must want to exterminate you. And we, my masters, just want to live in peace with you. ”

Empress Dowager Liao was noncommittal, and asked the black-robed man to retreat with a cold face.

The bloody wind and rain at these border passes did not affect the capital at all, and now the capital is peaceful.

When Yan Rongling came over in the afternoon, he saw Gu Fanghua lying on a rocking chair in the shade of a tree, surrounded by curtains to repel mosquitoes and insects, and his expression was relaxed as if he was sleeping but not sleeping.

"Mingzhu, you're at ease."

"Brother Rong Ling, why are you here? Zimei, quickly bring the fruit soup that has just been made. ”

Yan Rongling sat down next to him and asked with a smile, "Is it the fruit soup that came out of Zuiyue Tower?" I haven't been there recently, so I didn't expect to try it from you today. ”

"The fruit soup of Zuiyue Lou is different from mine, those are all chilled, I don't dare to eat them. These are just in the well, the doctor said no problem, you take the recipe back, and let Sister Dandan taste it. ”

Gu Fanghua said, Zimei had already used a crystal plate with a plate of special fruits.

All kinds of peaches, apricots, melons and fruits are peeled and seeded, cut into small pieces, and poured with thickly boiled almond milk tea. Coupled with some orange red, winter strips, peanut kernels, sesame seeds, etc., the fragrant and smooth fruity aroma is tangy.

Yan Rongling was not polite, and scooped it with a silver spoon to eat.

The weather was slightly hot at the end of April, and it was very comfortable to eat such a plate of fruit.

"Mingzhu, did you ask someone to send a plate to my father?"

Gu Fanghua saw that Yan Rongling was satisfied, and said with a smile: "There are so many ladies in the harem, how can it be my turn to do such a diligent thing?" Isn't that annoying? ”

Yan Rongling's eyes flashed slightly, and he said with a smile: "Sending some fruit soup is to offer hospitality, so now that I have eaten your fruit soup, isn't it because of your hospitality?" ”

"You are my brother, and you should honor your brother."

Gu Fanghua's answer made Yan Rongling squint her eyes with a smile, and said, "You don't want to stay in Cining Palace all day long, waiting for Jiaojiao and them to come into the palace to accompany you." Now that you and the crown princess are pregnant, you might as well move together as companions. ”

"Just taking care of one of us makes those doctors scared. If the two of us were together, if something happened, wouldn't they line up to hang themselves to their deaths? ”

Yan Rongling looked at Gu Fanghua with a doting smile, and scolded with a smile: "If you don't want to, forget it, you don't know what to say dead or alive." ”

Gu Fanghua and Yan Rongling were used to it casually, sticking out their tongues and disappreciating it, anyway, Brother Rong Ling wouldn't blame himself.

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