Winter nights are long.

For Xiao Tingchen, it was the most enjoyable night he had in a year.

……

The early morning winter sun passes through the screen window and the tent, revealing a different kind of tenderness.

Xiao Tingchen leaned on the head of the bed and flipped through the military book, looking at the person next to the pillow from time to time, with shallow satisfaction and affection in his peach blossom eyes.

Su Jiu has woken up.

Her thin white hands clung to the edge of the satin quilt, and her long green hair was spread out on the pillow, and she looked particularly petite and delicate compared to the tall and handsome man.

Her fair face was dyed crimson, and she slowly sat up with a frown, and put on her bedgown without saying a word.

"But you want to call your maidservants in and serve?" Xiao Tingchen said softly, "Why don't I dress you up myself?" ”

Su Jiu bit his lip, his little face complicated, "Last night's incident, don't mention it to anyone...... Xiao Tingchen, even if I loved you before, but until I get my memory back, until I fall in love with you again, you are not allowed to do that kind of thing to me again......"

"What kind of thing?"

Xiao Tingchen smiled.

Su Jiu glared at him, and his daughter's thin-skinned family was embarrassed to say anything, so he got off the bed and said while changing his clothes: "Plus the day I was in a coma, I have lived in Youhe Xiaozhou for two days, let me ask you, have you ever had a conflict with Yan Yu in the past two days?" ”

"Snort, that guy is hiding in Qingcheng like a turtle and can't come out, what conflict can I have with him? Our Dayong 500,000 troops are stationed here, and we will not give up until we take southern Xinjiang. Su Xiaojiu, either you tell him to surrender, otherwise there is still a battle to the death between me and him. ”

Su Jiu's face was pale.

She silently fastened the buckle, glancing at the picture that had been thrown to the ground with a grin.

She had read from the book that there were originally nine large countries and many scattered small countries in the world, but Xiao Tingchen's million-strong iron cavalry was too powerful, and it only took him a few years to destroy many countries, and Dayong's territory reached an unprecedented vastness.

Southern Xinjiang, I'm afraid it will not be able to avoid being conquered by him.

Su Jiu sighed softly in his heart, and his expression inevitably became a little solemn.

Xiao Tingchen threw away his book and sat cross-legged, supported his cheek with one hand, and asked with a smile, "What is my sister thinking?" ”

"I'm thinking about how long this battle will take and how many people will die."

"As long as my sister surrenders the whole country and hands over Yan Yu, I am willing not to hurt anyone in southern Xinjiang."

"You know it's impossible."

Xiao Tingchen smiled.

He went south with 500,000 troops, and it was impossible for him to return to the dynasty without any achievements.

Southern Xinjiang is the territory he is bound to get, how can there be any reason to give up the fat that is about to reach his mouth?

Su Jiu was grooming, he walked behind her, leaned over to pick up a pearl bell on the makeup mirror table, and gently put it on her ear:

"I thought about it carefully last night, and in the year I was away, Yan Yu played the role of guarding my sister. Although I hate him, he does be kind to you, so I can spare him. However, southern Xinjiang must surrender, as long as southern Xinjiang surrenders, all wars can be avoided, the people will continue to live and work in peace and contentment, and after opening up trade routes with the Central Plains, southern Xinjiang will be even more prosperous and prosperous than it is now. Good sister, such a good thing, why not do it? ”

He was tempting.

Su Jiu lightly drew his eyebrows, and his face was always indifferent.

It's just that the depths of the deer's eyes are flickering with thought.

Relying on its geographical advantages, southern Xinjiang may be able to compete with Dayong in a short time.

But she knew in her heart that such a confrontation would not last long, whether it was population or resources, southern Xinjiang was far inferior to Dayong, and defeat was a matter of time.

The girl lowered her eyebrows, put some red lipstick on her fingertips, and gently applied her lips.

Xiao Tingchen has peach blossom eyes, and the beauty in the mirror is like condensed skin, clear eyebrows, and a little red lips are gorgeous.

Thinking of her appearance between the bedsheets last night, the man couldn't help but smile, "How is my sister thinking about it?" ”

Su Jiu picked up a golden hairpin hairpin, "I have only been in southern Xinjiang for a short year, even if you are the empress, you have no right to make decisions for southern Xinjiang." Whether to surrender or not needs to be decided by the princes of southern Xinjiang. ”

Hundreds of years ago, the princes of southern Xinjiang fought and the royal family escaped from the world, and although the royal family re-ascended the throne, there are still ten princes in southern Xinjiang.

Yan Kuo is one of them, and there are nine princes guarding their respective feudal countries, which can be regarded as the most powerful group of people in southern Xinjiang.

Xiao Tingchen thought for a moment and ordered: "Take pen, ink, paper and inkstone." ”

White Dew and Frostfall immediately entered the house, carefully holding a pen and paper.

They returned to Su Jiu to serve in the past two days, and although Su Jiu couldn't remember them, they were still full of joy.

Xiao Tingchen sent them down and personally studied ink for Su Jiu, "My sister can write a holy decree and invite all the princes and kings to rush to Qingcheng to jointly decide whether to surrender Dayong." ”

Su Jiu sat upright next to the bookcase.

She looked at Xiao Tingchen's impatient appearance, and said lightly: "Didn't you say that you want to give me Jiangshan?" What else did you say that you are willing to change the name of the country to Southern Xinjiang and give me the throne...... But how can I see, you clearly want to dominate the world? ”

Xiao Tingchen coughed and handed her a brush.

Su Jiu hated to take the brush, and while writing the holy decree, he secretly made up his mind not to listen to Xiao Tingchen's words again.

The Ten Decrees were quickly written.

Xiao Tingchen sent ten fast horses to each vassal state with a holy decree.

The wait is long.

The temperature is getting lower and lower, and a thick layer of ice has formed on the surface of the river, and standing in the elegant seat above the river, you can occasionally see fishermen wearing thick jackets chiseling through the ice and casting their nets to catch fish earnestly.

The earth dragon is warm, and a pot of golden charcoal is burning.

Ran Ran was full and slept in the cradle, and Su Jiu stayed by the side, sewing something seriously.

Xiao Tingchen absentmindedly flipped through the military book, and quietly glanced at Su Jiu from time to time.

After half an hour, he finally couldn't hold back and said: "You are always making things for Su puppy every day, Su Jiu, when will you make me a dress?" ”

The sourness in the words was too strong to ignore.

Su Jiu glanced at the thing in his hand, "You want it?" ”

"Hmm. You used to make me bedclothes, shirts, pillows and the like, but I was used to using them, and I didn't like what other embroiderers did. Look, I'm still wearing your shirt. ”

Xiao Tingchen honestly rolled up his wide sleeves and showed Su Jiu the shirt he was wearing.

The cuffs of the shirt were frayed, and the elbows were patched, and it looked like it had been some years.

Su Jiu recognized that it was his own embroidery work.

She glanced at Xiao Tingchen complicatedly, and took the needle and thread and cotton cloth very hesitantly, "But you can't wear the things I made for Ranran......"

"I don't care, I have what he has."

"Alright then!"

Su Jiu nodded solemnly.

So at dusk, Xiao Tingchen received what Su Jiu made for him-

An adult version of a diaper.