In the humid and sweltering jungle, the soldiers shuffled through the water with tired steps, and from time to time there was the muffled sound of palms slapping against armor, or the rustle of nails scratching on the skin, and complaints such as "there are so many bugs".

There were not many people in this formation, no more than twenty or thirty people as far as the eye could see, and the first was a young man with a long scar on his face, although his face was tired and full of dust, but his eyes were still very resolute.

A soldier glanced at the porcelain white exposed at the man's neckline, and said enviously: "Lieutenant, why don't you get bitten by mosquitoes?" I didn't hold back a bag or anything......"

Another soldier also interjected: "That is to say, lieutenant, your skin is whiter and more tender than that of my mother-in-law." I also think it's strange, why don't you recruit insects? Hey, let's be honest, if it weren't for this ...... on your face We all think you are a noble son, where do you seem to be a big old man like us? ”

The man known as the lieutenant glared at them angrily: "If you can't find your way out before sunset, you just wait here to feed the pythons!" You know it's nonsense! ”

Xiaobing pouted: "I didn't camp last night, what are you afraid of?" The kings and grandsons of Nanyue have been taken down by us, and they are still afraid of how many snakes and insects he has? ”

Speaking of this feat, which had been made 10 days ago, the soldiers joined the discussion in a gossipy manner, and the atmosphere gradually became lively, and the morale was not even lowered.

The lieutenant shook his head helplessly, and suddenly lost the mind to discuss the shortage of rations with them at this stall.

After a long commotion, everyone quieted down and walked forward as planned.

When the sun went to its highest point, they did not stop to rest or eat, but walked to the dry heights, and finally left the misty forest before the sun went down.

Before the soldiers at the end of the group could breathe a sigh of relief, they heard a whistle from their lieutenant.

That is a harbinger of danger!

Did you run into the South Vietnamese army?

The little soldier finally overcame the urge to escape, drew his sword, and rushed forward with a bang, but was directly frightened by the colorful strange faces in front of him.

Hell hell heck, heck, heck...

The news that Song Zhige abandoned his pen and followed Rong did not make the sick Zhiwei feel any comfort.

Even if the emperor told her that the imperial court did not let him be the lowest soldier because of his name as a new Kegongshi, he gave him a formal rank of nine-rank lieutenant, and this Song lieutenant is not only powerful, but also seems to be good at fighting.

How can you be happy?

The battlefield sword has no eyes, Zhi Wei never thought that his sibling brother, who was weaker than herself since he was a child, would go to the battlefield one day!

Thinking of the reason why he abandoned his pen and followed Rong, Zhi Wei felt even more sorry for his brother.

"It is not advisable to recuperate if you are too worried." This is the assertion given to her by Imperial Physician Xiao Chen.

Zhiwei can only beat her spirit and try to make herself better.

When she calmed down, she guessed a little bit of the emperor's thoughts, probably taking her brother's news as a carrot, and wanting to coax her donkey back to work hard for him.

On the sixth day of junior high school, Zhiwei returned to her post.

Unsurprisingly, after accepting the mocking welcome from the emperor, she heard about Concubine Xian's initiative to hand over the palace power.

However, the development that follows is a bit weird.

It is said that the queen politely rejected Concubine Xian's request, and praised Concubine Xian for a good time, and the two humbled each other, and the scene was so harmonious and friendly that I couldn't bear to watch it. In the end, the emperor had no choice but to appoint the queen to hold the seal and take over the power, and the virtuous concubine was in charge of the council.

As a result, the exclusive banquet for the harem ladies on the night of Qixi Festival was justified as the first appearance of the queen to regain control of the palace.

It's a pity that Zhiwei didn't have a chance to see it, and the emperor didn't go to join in the fun, and fought alone in the folds.

At the suggestion of Chief Manager Zhao, the palace maids of Qiande Palace had a one-night vacation, and Yuxue organized a game of needle threading in the small courtyard in front of the palace people, and there was laughter.

Because of her mother's teaching when she was a child, and because she often made clothes for Concubine Kang in the past few years, Zhiwei was very popular. Otherwise, she was framed by Huacai in the Huanyi Bureau last time, and she couldn't escape it.

But it's strange to say, she can embroider with a needle, but she will never learn the matter of basin water floating needles, and she will sink one by one.

Yuling, who usually doesn't like to hold needles and threads, is very good at playing this, seeing that she is embarrassed, she kindly taught her a few small skills, but unfortunately Zhiwei still didn't learn it, and finally had to give up.

The two became a little closer because of this trivial matter, so they got together and talked in the moonlight.

Yu Ling quietly mentioned the banquet in the harem, and her tone was a little mysterious: "This kind of small banquet for ladies, if Your Majesty was not too busy in previous years, he would always take the time to make a lively scene, but this year he has changed his temperament." Speaking of which, Your Majesty hasn't been in the harem for a long time recently~"

Zhi Wei said thoughtfully: "Maybe there are too many things in the imperial court, isn't there a war going on in the south recently?" I don't know when it's over. ”

Yuling didn't know about Song Zhige, but when she was well-informed, she also said: "It seems that there is such a thing." However, the barbarians in the south can't make it into a big climate, and no matter how much they fight, they can't beat the capital, what are you afraid of? Even if they really come over, I'm afraid that there is no need for the imperial court to send troops, and when the north wind blows and the snow falls, they can be frozen back directly~"

South Vietnam is close to the sea, the climate is mild and humid, and there is no need to wear a padded jacket in winter, just a layer of jackets. If the South Vietnamese people who were accustomed to that kind of environment really had the courage to go north, I am afraid that the scene that Yu Ling imagined might really happen.

But thinking about it this way, Zhiwei was even more worried about her brother.

The southerners are not tolerant of the cold, but the northerners are also intolerant of the heat, not to mention the poisonous miasma of the dense forest mentioned in the book!

She didn't want her brother to make a contribution, she just wanted him to return to Beijing safely.

At this time, Yuxue came over, and listened to the two of her discussing the front-line war, instead of talking about the short and long stories in the harem, and was satisfied, so she also joined the discussion.

"I heard that King Xiaojun also took the initiative to invite Ying to fight, but His Majesty didn't allow it."

"Huh? Do we have such a prince in Beijing? ”

Seeing that Zhiwei was a little confused, Yu Ling explained with a smile: "This King of Xiaojun is only half of the Great Qi people, and sometimes he doesn't return to Beijing for several years, so it's normal that you haven't heard of it." A few days ago, when you were still sick, the prince of the county went to the palace to meet His Majesty......"

She told the life experience of the king of Xiaojun again, and Zhiwei knew that this prince of the county was the grandson of Emperor Tai and Zu, and the youngest son of a princess who was sent to Tubo and Qin.

"Since he is the son of a foreign vassal and a princess, how can he be awarded the title of county king?"

Yuxue said: "I also heard from an aunt who took me in the past to say that ten years after the first emperor succeeded to the throne, the princess who was close to him happened to die of illness, and our country was troubled by internal and external troubles, so the king of Tubo wanted to tear up the peace treaty, take advantage of the weakness, and invade the border of my Daqi." At that time, Nanzhao County was about to be defeated by Tubo, but fortunately, this county prince stepped forward, threaded the needle between the two countries, and finally re-signed the peace treaty, which saved the people of the two countries from war. In recognition of him, the first emperor gave him the title of a county king and allowed him to live in the capital permanently. However, the prince of the county was concerned about the people of his hometown, and he always stayed in Tubo for most of the year, and often led his troops to fight against the barbarian country in the west, and was very brave and good at fighting, and was also widely loved in Tubo......"

Hearing this, Yu Ling couldn't help but laugh.

Zhi Wei looked at her strangely, and then she squeezed her eyebrows and whispered: "Sister Yuxue said the king of the county so well, but she wants to marry him as a continuation?" ”

Yu Xue was stunned, seemed to be a little embarrassed, and immediately straightened her face, grabbed Yu Ling's ears and began to teach.

"Nonsense! The prince of the county is also the person who can chew the root of your tongue with your little hooves? ”

After a long lecture, she walked away with a black face.

As the night deepened, she was ready to ask the little palace people to pack up the equipment for begging games and go back to rest.

Before returning to the room, Yuling was still biting his ears with Zhiwei, saying how the king of Xiaojun was heroic, although he was not confused about his age, he was still dignified, and said that this time the king of Xiaojun stayed in the capital for a few months in a row, maybe he wanted to marry a girl from Daqi and return to China, and even took out the story of Yuxue who was briefly stunned when the king of Xiaojun met that day.

Zhi Wei couldn't cry or laugh when she heard it, but the depression in her heart was dispelled a lot by these fresh gossip, but she euphemistically told Yu Ling not to talk to Yuxue about this. Otherwise, according to her temperament, maybe next time they both will go in and starve and copy the palace rules.

As for whether Yuxue has taken a fancy to the promising county king, Zhiwei thinks it is unlikely. Even if this is the case, Yuxue, who has decided to stay as a female official, has no chance, unless the emperor directly gives it to someone.

Zhi Wei didn't expect that only two days later, she saw the King of Xiaojun himself.

And the purpose of this county prince to meet the emperor was very different from the last time, and even made the emperor tremble with his hands and smash the cup.

When Zhi Wei silently cleaned up the mess, she heard the emperor ask in disbelief: "What did the county king just say?" Who do you want me to marry you? ”

The burly King Xiaojun's voice was strong, and he spoke very low and beautiful at the moment, but the content of his words made Zhiwei, the little palace maid, stunned.

"Your Majesty, the minister just said that he wanted to ask His Majesty to marry the minister and a woman. Although she is just an ordinary merchant woman, she has an extraordinary heart and courage, and in just a few years, she has earned a huge business by herself, but she is not moved by wealth and power. She has been chaste for her deceased husband for many years, and her character is noble......"

Zhiwei now understands that the king of Xiaojun wants the emperor to marry him with a commoner widow and woman, maybe he is quite old!

If this word spreads, it will definitely become a big gossip that will cause a sensation in the capital!

The emperor was obviously also frightened, and after recovering from his senses, he looked strange: "Does the county king know what he is talking about?" ”

King Xiaojun said: "The minister knows that the royal family of Daqi does not intermarry with commoners, but the minister can only be regarded as half of the Daqi people......"

At this, he even let out a low chuckle very relaxedly.

"Moreover, although the minister has the name of a county king, he is shy in his pocket, and his wealth seems to be inferior to that woman. A widower from a barbarian land, marrying her a widow, seems to be a good match. What does Your Majesty think? ”

Huo Yanzhi: ...... I thought you were messing around!