Mountains and rivers come into my dream (6)

Yinzhou border pass.

Gong Yun couldn't remember how long he had been holding on, just swinging his sword in the dust.

Thousands of troops rushed towards him, and although the 50,000 troops allocated by Yang Sheng were quite numerous, young and strong, most of them had never been on the battlefield. It doesn't make much difference.

Now in the face of Xiqing's well-trained army of 100,000, it is still powerless.

In the end, most of the Xiqing troops who came in this battle were strangled, but they also retreated a city.

Yao Yuan was being bandaged by Shen Ye, the blood on his arm was still flowing, Gong Yun just sat down heavily, and the sword didn't even bother to stuff it back into the scabbard.

The rest of the generals fell asleep with their heads covered in blood, whether they fell outside the camp tent or in the camp tent at all.

Some of the soldiers who could still hold on helped deal with the wounded soldiers, and this scene was completely supported by will.

If it goes on like this, I'm afraid there will be no way out.

Yao Yuan's arm was bandaged, and there were many words wandering in his heart, but he didn't have the strength to say it. just raised his eyes and looked at Gong Yun.

Gong Yun also knew that Yao Yuan wanted to say something, but he looked at each other speechlessly.

They can't stand it, and if Chang'an can't stand it, the Great Zhou will inevitably be like a landslide.

There is no other way but to hold on.

Shen Ye suddenly said,

"General Gong, we're not cornered, are we?"

Gong Yun looked at Shen Ye, Shen Ye was standing, the light in his eyes was undiminished,

"Didn't we prepare for it a long time ago?"

"General Gong, it's just that you don't want to use it. But if you don't use it, how long do you want to keep it? Is it the time of the death of the country? ”

"You said before that you shouldn't throw your feelings and emotions into the war because of your own selfishness, but now that you don't use it for a long time, isn't it because you lost the war?"

Shen Ye's tone was neither humble nor arrogant, and he was very confident, Gong Yun remembered that when Shen Ye first came to the barracks, it was the same, he would speak the truth in a straight manner, and he looked like a sour scholar. It doesn't work, it doesn't work either. There is always something to insist on.

Gong Yun thought that Shen Ye had changed a lot, but in fact, Shen Ye was still Shen Ye, and he would still have his own persistence and principles, and he would insist on those things that were right, and he would not give in easily.

This child has more aura than he imagined.

Gong Yun nodded, tiredness made him too lazy to speak, Shen Ye also smiled when he saw this, Yao Yuan thought for a moment, and finally understood what Shen Ye was talking about.

——— the fine work that Chu Ranyu placed in Xiqing Capital before.

Changan.

The palace chief jue leaned against the door and looked at the snow drifting outside the door, wearing a cloak, only a single coat inside, and a thin posture.

"Miss looks at this snow, do you want to wait for the snow to stop and see if anyone will come?"

The palace chief smiled,

"Who can you wait for? I think the room is stuffy, it's been a long time since it's been so quiet, and it's good to be able to see the snow for a while, isn't it? ”

The black hair is only pulled up by a hosta, and the broken hair and loose cloud temples add a bit of laziness to her.

When the snow stopped, she had no respite.

Gong Changjue quietly watched the snowflakes flying, and after a while, the snow stopped, and the winter sun slowly warmed up, scattered in the courtyard, melting a little snow.

There is a maid who takes two posts and hands them to the palace chief,

"Miss, this is from the palace."

"This red gilded one is from the palace."

Gong Changjue smiled and looked at Comb,

"You see, the snow has stopped, and I can't live again."

The palace chief entered the house, and opened the red gilded one casually, few emperors will practice the thin gold body of the dead country, Yang Sheng wrote very well, and in the years of convergence of the edge, Yang Sheng was afraid that he would not dare to write like this, and he showed all the edges without scruples.

Because it's a thin gold body.,It's not a regular letter.,This post has a little more intimate meaning.,Only close people will use their favorite fonts to give each other.,The words are dotted with charming.,Just the right distance and gentleness.。

In fact, he didn't write many words, Yang Sheng only asked her to go into the palace to drink tea, saying that the red plums in the palace bloomed just right, and it was the right time to make snow and make wine.

The palace chief jue casually put it on a few cases. opened the next one, but to her surprise, Yu Chen, an arrogant and high-spirited person, could not write well.

There is no font to belong, written at will, and the handwriting in some places is still a little rough between the turns, which is different from Yang Sheng's handwriting that can be directly used as a copy. Yu Chen's words can only be said to be passable, and they are not even comparable to students of the same age.

Yu Chen asked her to go to Qingfeng Pavilion and drink tea. said that he happened to see the snow scene in Chang'an on the Qingfeng Pavilion, and he had never seen such a snow scene, so he needed her guidance to introduce it.

One drinks, the other drinks tea.

Gong Changjue sat down, put his hand in the hot water and soaked it, but he also had a brain, one or two were reasonable, although the words were very different, they were the same way.

The palace chief knows to dry his hands,

"Nothing else besides these two?"

The maid said respectfully,

"No, just these two."

Palace Chief Jue paused, and said casually,

"Go down."

The maid saluted and wanted to retreat, but just turned around but was stopped by the palace chief.

"Wait."

The maid turned around,

"What else does the young lady command?"

The palace chief said

"If there is a letter post to be handed over to the porter, be sure to bring it to the concierge immediately."

"Yui."

Comb over here,

"Miss, which of these two places should we go to first?"

"There's no time written on it."

The palace chief said,

"Where are you?"

Comb Yan was puzzled by the palace chief jue's sudden question,

"In Chang'an, Dazhou, in the palace family."

Gong Changjue smiled and picked up the post with a red background and bronzing,

"The person who made the offer on this post is actually not me, but Da Zhou, you and I are both Da Zhou people, if you go to Xiqing's appointment first, this face is not the emperor's, but my Da Zhou, which has been loyal to the palace family for generations."

Comb Yan understood,

"Then let's enter the palace and not go to the appointment of the five princes of Xiqing, will it not be good? What if the Five Princes of Xiqing come to you in trouble? ”

Gong Changjue said lightly,

"I didn't say no, after drinking, drink hangover tea, isn't it just right?"

Comb suddenly realized,

"That's what Miss said."

Outside the palace gate, a red carriage passes through the red vermilion arch.

drove straight into the inner palace, the inner palace could not drive horses, comb Yan jumped out of the carriage, and helped the palace chief to get out of the car,

Gong Changjue raised his eyes and saw the red walls and white snow reflecting each other, and suddenly remembered Yan Fenghualai.

The woman who dares to love and hate, and will do whatever it takes revenge.

"This palace likes beauties, and these people in the harem are old and yellow, and this palace is annoyed when they see it. You can come to the palace a lot in the future. ”

"Come, take the new pearl hairpin from my private library and give it to the girl of the palace family."

Yan Fenghua shook his fan and chuckled,

"Look, a good step has to be matched with a beauty."

"Beauty, you have to enter the palace more in the future."

The woman's voice and smile were still in front of her, with red lips and white skin, and a smile and groaning, charming and moist like a pearl.

Gong Changjue looked at the snowflakes that began to fall in the sky again,

Mother, I've come to see you.

The emperor's eldest grandson, I came to see you.

The woman's light laughter seemed to ring in her ears.

Comb Yan patted the hem of the palace chief's skirt that touched the dirty snow, and said,

"Miss, let's go."

Gong Changjue came back to his senses, lowered his eyes, and said softly,

"Let's go."

The palace people who led the way carefully all the way took the palace chief to the plum pavilion in the imperial garden.

Meilan bamboo chrysanthemum is the four pavilions in the imperial garden, the plum pavilion, and the plum blossoms are all surrounded by nature.

In such a cold season, only the surrounding Meiting is full of purple and red, competing for beauty. It's not as fresh as winter.

A man sat in the pavilion with his back to Gong Changjue, and the frightened bird bell on the red pavilion jingled a few times. The man was dressed in a white robe, and his cloak was also white, with a somewhat morbid white, and his beautiful face was particularly touching against the white and red. Boys and girls are mostly stunning.

Yang Sheng coughed a few times with a handkerchief, but coughed lightly, but Gong Changjue saw the green tendons on his neck.

Gong Changjue stepped on the steps step by step and knelt on the steps indifferently,

"Yuchen has seen Your Majesty. Your Majesty is safe. ”

Yang Sheng put down the bamboo spoon and looked at her,

"Here you are, sit down."

Different from the tension every time he saw her, Yang Sheng seemed to have put away the sharp side this time, and was more gentle and calm.

Gong Changjue sat on the futon, with no expression on his face, and said indifferently,

"Your Majesty Dragon is not feeling well, and he shouldn't have bothered to make wine in this snowy day."

Yang Sheng smiled, and with this smile, Gong Changjue found the usual feeling of Yang Sheng.

He looked at her,

"Don't you like me that much?"

Gong Changjue said lightly,

"Yuchen doesn't dare."

Yang Sheng smiled, his lips floating a little weakly pale,

"You never told me the truth, and now, it's still like this, but I always tell you the truth, and I don't lie to you in a word about what I say to you."

The palace chief lowered his eyes and said,

"Yuchen is terrified."

The wine boiling on the stove was boiling, and Yang Sheng slowly stirred it in the wine with a long wooden spoon, stirring it round and round, and patiently submerged all the freshly picked plum blossoms into the wine.

The pavilion slowly spreads with the aroma of wine and plum blossoms.

Yang Sheng said slowly,

"Changjue, I've always wanted to sit quietly with you, but you and I are two kinds of people, and you are destined to be one of my enemy army, maybe tomorrow you will join forces with the ministers to deal with me."

"I once briefly and foolishly believed that you were willing to marry me, even if only to marry me, and my heart was not with me."

"What I want to say to you, at this moment, I hope you can give me a chance."

Gong Changjue said lightly,

"Your Majesty, the Ninety-Five Supreme, whatever you want to say, you don't have to worry about other things."

Yang Sheng scooped the wine into a small wine bowl and pushed it in front of the palace chief.

"Actually, I've always been curious, why are you willing to give Chu Ranyu and Yu Chen a chance, but you don't want to give me a chance."

Yang Sheng looked at the palace chief jue,

"I am not the same person as my father, you look at him, I feel disgusted and bored, but I have never done anything unfavorable to the palace family. I just sometimes, sometimes I hope you can tell that I have nothing to do with my father in this matter, and I hope you can give me a chance. ”

"Long Jue, will you promise me?"

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