There was silence in the carriage for a while, and when Han Xing thought that Duanmu Fei would not answer, he heard her suddenly speak: "Jun Ran should want to go back to the north." ”

Han Xing was stunned, and his pupils became deeper little by little.

She understands Duanmufei's meaning, the key is whether her father agrees......

There was silence again in the carriage.

Han Xing pursed his lips, and after a moment, he said again: "If the eldest brother-in-law goes to the battlefield, what will the eldest sister do......

"......" Duanmu Fei poured a cup of warm tea, sent it to Han Xing, and said comfortingly, "Even if Jun Ran goes to the north, he will definitely come back safely." ”

Han Xing took the teacup, and the flower tea in the cup exuded a slight fragrance, which penetrated into his nose, making Han Xing's originally dignified mood a little more relaxed.

She hooked her lips and smiled, nodded at Duanmufei, and said "um", in fact, she was still a little apprehensive in her heart.

She is a princess, born to be the pride of the sky, carefree, only more than two years ago when the eldest brother went to the south, the first time to feel the cruelty of the war, the mother concubine will often toss and turn in the past two years, worried about the safety of the eldest brother......

The southern border has not yet been recovered, and the northern border has regained its storm.

Now King Jian is dead in battle, the eldest royal sister is married to Jun Ran, and Jun Ran will go to the north at any time, the situation in the north at this moment is grim, even King Jian has been defeated, who else can support the defense line in the north?!

Han Xing's amateur hand holding the teacup subconsciously exerted a slight force.

For the first time, she felt that the country was stormy and precarious, and the soldiers on the border in front were struggling under the knife, and they didn't know when they would return like King Jian's horse leather shroud.

Han Xing felt like a dream for a while, and suddenly remembered what he saw and heard during his southern tour last year, and remembered the whitewashed peace under the prosperity......

Han Xing took a sip of flower tea, took another sip, and innocently murmured: "I hope there will be no more wars......"

Duanmufei didn't speak, she wasn't optimistic.

In any case, the envoys who went to negotiate peace had only been gone for a few days, and whether it was war or peace, for a while, they could only wait quietly in the capital for news.

Injured muscles and bones for a hundred days, Duanmuxian took leave to recuperate in the house by means of an arm injury, he avoided the emperor, but others couldn't avoid it, from time to time officials came to the door to complain to Duanmuxian by visiting the sick, saying that although the emperor has not been making trouble recently to go to the summer or autumn hunting, but the mood is very irritable, always lose his temper, this early dynasty is either directly boycotted, or he left without saying a few words.

After complaining, those officials tentatively asked Duanmuxian to see when he would cancel his leave.

Duanmuxian only played haha, instead of being angry in the court and not being sent to the north to negotiate peace again, he might as well stay at home and play chess with the four girls.

The disturbances outside seem to be completely disturbing Duanmu Mansion, and as the Mid-Autumn Festival approaches, the weather is still so hot and stuffy that people can't breathe.

In the afternoon, there is not even a trace of wind in the capital, and walking in it is like being in a big steamer.

"Squeak......

With the heavy sound of the door opening, a cold wind blew from the dungeon behind the door.

The candle flame in the lantern was blown by the yin wind, and the lantern was handed to the hand of a white and slender jade bamboo.

After Cen Yin entered with the lantern, the door of the dungeon squeaked and closed again, keeping the heat outside out of the iron door.

Cen Yin walked down the stone steps familiarly, although the sun was scorching outside, but there was not a drop of sweat on his body, and his skin was like jade and porcelain in the orange light.

The dungeon was silent, filled with a cold, damp musty smell, lifeless, like a tomb.

When the lights illuminated the front, an excited and hoarse male voice came from one of the dungeons in front: "Xue Zhao! Xue Zhao, isn't it you?! ”

The sound came from the darkness, accompanied by the strange sound of shackles and chains, especially harsh in the silent dungeon, like the sound from the eighteen layers of hell.

The voice didn't seem to reach Cen Yin's ears, and he didn't even raise his eyebrows, and walked to the dungeon without hurrying.

Geng Hai, who described it as withered, grabbed the arm-thick fence with both hands, and shouted to Cen Yin on the other side of the cell door:

"How is An Hao now?!"

"Xue Zhao, tell me, how is our Geng family now?!"

His muddy eyes were covered with cobwebs of blood.

Cen Yin's long, narrow and deep eyes were not shocked, he looked at Geng Hai steadily, and replied happily: "The Geng family has lost the Governor's Mansion of the Five Armies. ”

There was a "bang", and the shackles slammed into the fence.

"Wei Yongxin is dead." Cen Yin continued, "However, Wei Yongxin is luckier than you, although he is dead, the whole family is only exiled by men, and women are enslaved. ”

The implication is that he let the Wei family have a way to live, but the Geng family is uncertain.

Geng Hai's body visibly trembled violently with the naked eye, and there was both shock and sadness in his eyes.

That's of course.

After he "died", of course, it was Wei Yongxin's turn!

The next one, I'm afraid, is the one who is still sitting on the dragon chair from above.

Another piercing "clang" sounded.

A little light flashed in Geng Hai's lifeless eyes, like a lit flame.

He gritted his teeth and asked, "Xue Zhao, what do you want?" ”

This is not the first time Geng Hai has asked, and every time he gets no answer.

However, Geng Hai was helpless about it.

He has long been isolated, he has long been completely cut off from the outside world, and only from Cen Yin's mouth can he occasionally know a thing or two about the outside world.

The long prison life of the past year or so has made Geng Hai clearly understand that he is already a dead man, a dead man who can still speak.

Now, the only thing he can do is to hand over the chips again and again in exchange for a glimmer of life for the Geng family.

Even if you are a slave, even if you are exiled.

The flame in Geng Hai's eyes swayed twice, as if he was hesitating, and finally spoke: "Emperor...... After Mu Jianming ascended the throne that year, he was always jealous of the Zhenbei Palace, and he always wanted to grasp the handle of the Zhenbei Palace, until Ashina of the Huaqui tribe quietly sent someone to send him a secret report, and Mu Jianming asked me to go to the north to investigate one or two. ”

"Actually, I didn't find out anything at that time, but Mu Jianming gave a secret decree before I set off from the capital, no matter whether anything was found or not, I would forge evidence in the north and convict the Beiwangfu of collaborating with the enemy for treason and treason...... Let the Zhenbei Wangfu never turn over. ”

In fact, the emperor had already made up his mind to eradicate the thorn in the side of Zhenbei Wangfu, and Ashina's whistleblower was just to make the emperor decide to act in advance.

"I still keep the secret decree from that year." The more Geng Hai spoke, the slower he became, and in this silent dungeon, his breathing was so thick and rapid.

At the beginning, he kept this secret decree, but also in case, for fear that the emperor would turn his face and deny people if he sat firmly in the future.

Later, the emperor did not turn his face, and they were happy with their monarchs and ministers, until Cen Yin came out, creating distrust and rift between their monarchs and ministers step by step......

Judging from today's results, the Zhenbei Wangfu was not unjustly destroyed back then.

Geng Hai couldn't help but think in his heart, his eyes were half-drooping, covering the different colors at the bottom of his eyes.

The fault is that he was not ruthless enough, and the fault is that he accidentally let go of a fish that slipped through the net.

After all, this world is just a sentence of "becoming a king and defeating a villain".

Cen Yin stood still like a stone sculpture, and in the light, his eyes seemed to be dyed with a faint layer of blood.

He always knew that his father must have been very cautious and cautious about such a big matter, even if he faced the Hua Quinoa clan back then, it was impossible to leave any evidence, let alone show his feet when Geng Hai came......

Moreover, his father is concerned about the safety of the north, even if he wants to eradicate Mu Jianming, a traitor, he will not go to the enemy to commit treason, will not seek skin with the tiger, and will not fight evil with evil.

Their Xue family has its own training of the Xue family, and it has its own style and bones of the Xue family.

Then, the biggest possibility left is that the emperor secretly did something to get rid of the Zhenbei Palace.

Geng Hai continued: "Mu Jianming not only gave me a secret decree asking me to fabricate evidence to frame the Zhenbei Palace, but also gave me a secret decree to let me not live for the Zhenbei Palace. ”

"In this second secret decree, in order to annihilate the Zhenbei Wangfu in one fell swoop, Mu Jianming asked me to collude with the Beiyan, borrow troops from the Beiyan people, and get rid of the Zhenbei Wangfu together with the 5,000 troops in my hand."