It was already dark outside the window, and there were a few candles burning inside the house, which made a slight crackling sound from time to time.

Meng Yong didn't know why Zhao Chen suddenly asked this, but after she sat up wrapped in the quilt, she said softly: "There is no rebellion in the Nalan Division..."

Zhao Chen didn't speak, and sat quietly with his knees folded to listen to him, but his eyes unconsciously fell on the cold iron spear.

"The Nalan Department is the royal family of the Mobei grassland, a hundred years ago he led the grassland tribes, all the way to the hinterland of Great Chu, forcing the emperor at that time to move the capital to negotiate peace, and later it was the national teacher who conspired to provoke civil strife in the grassland..."

His voice was low, dyed with years, "For a hundred years, the grassland has been fighting endlessly, each with its own camp, until Nalandayan ascended the throne, and in fifteen years, he reunified Mobei and sent troops to Great Wei..."

"Great Wei was defeated, and he had to sign a treaty with Nalandayan...", he said and looked at the cold iron spear in the corner of the house, "but when he turned to Da Chu after recuperation, he met the boss——"

One is the ambitious overlord; One is the god who comes for battle.

Zhao Chen couldn't help but think of the battle in front of the king's tent in his mind.

At that time, the two most amazing people in the world, from hand-to-hand combat, to bare-handed fighting, and finally lying on the grass together... The laughter shook her ears.

None of them lost, but the two sides still ceased fighting-

“… Both the boss and Nalandayan understood that it was difficult for them to invade easily because of each other's presence, and they both took a step back for the sake of their own people and their families. ”

Meng Yong retracted his gaze, "The boss asks to open up border trade and trade with the grassland... Nalandayan gathered all the tribes of the steppe and signed an alliance with Great Chu, promising each other that they would never invade... Until the eve of the Great Wei invasion. ”

He lowered his eyes, "The army ordered to garrison Nalan was attacked by night... The two sides of the First World War were wiped out, and Nalandayan was killed in battle, and the entire Nalan tribe was also destroyed—"

Zhao Chen interrupted him softly, "That's why the old martial king will be attacked on his back, not only to deal with the heavy pressure of the Great Wei, but also to face the allies who feel deceived by the loss of the leader and come to take revenge." ”

"Those people really went to great lengths to kill the gods." She chuckled, unable to see the color.

The demise of the Nalan Department was the beginning of the killing, which not only made the old warrior king lose his allies, but also pulled in a group of powerful helpers for this bloody killing.

In the winter of the twelfth year of Yongtai, the Great Wei united all the departments of the grassland and sent the Changming army to Yongliang——

Meng Yong said softly: "The boss always believes in Nalandayan, believes that the other party is a man who keeps his promises, and believes that the so-called rebellion is a trick of the dissenting tribes in the grassland and collusion with the Great Wei. ”

"He never doubted his back..."

Zhao Chen smiled and didn't say anything.

The old martial king believes in her father, and her father is not.

That night, Da Chu's garrison suddenly attacked the department, but her father still didn't suspect the old martial king-

Meng Yong reined in his thoughts and said a little reluctantly: "You don't have to think much about King Yu, these old things have long passed, and the so-called rebellion of the Lan tribe is also well known to the court, and it should be regarded as a grassland civil strife and a trick of the Great Wei..."

"Concubine Ning committed suicide back then, also for the future of King Yu... Now that he is the pillar of the prince's family, as long as he doesn't have other thoughts, His Majesty will not easily touch him. ”

He glanced at Zhao Chen, who was silent, "You also saw it in the court today, although Your Majesty was suspicious, he still put down his body to appease him, and he should also give him some sweetness to compensate later..."

The more he talked, the more unpleasant it became, especially looking at Zhao Chen's quiet and thoughtful appearance.

"I heard that the date of his marriage has been chosen." Meng Yong's tone was indistinct, "Miss Xiang and him look very compatible, and we will also give a backup gift when the time comes, after all, we are both younger brothers." ”

Zhao Chen looked at him sideways, no matter how he heard it, he felt yin and yang weird, and thought about it: "I have to wait for winter, it's still early." ”

After saying it casually, he fell back into his thoughts.

Meng Yong sat on the side, couldn't help but wander, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his messy heart.

Thinking about it, he doesn't have broken sleeves, and he can't get along with him... But Zhao Chen's weirdness in the back of the court today still made him feel uncomfortable.

Just as he was coming out of his mind, the black cloud embroidery on the scorching red drape made a ghost pop up in his mind.

If you want to say that a dignified seven-foot man, how can he be willing to take an embroidery needle for another man, and obviously put a lot of effort into embroidering...

Brothers... It doesn't make sense at all -

He walked out of the room with a blank face, and then came back a moment later, with an extra burden in his hand, and sat back on the edge of the bed again.

"Manly man, the water that spills out when you say it." He repeated Zhao Chen's words, stuffed the burden between her crossed knees, and had a faint expression on his face, as if he was really just trying to get back the promise.

Zhao Chen was stunned before coming back to his senses.

In the half-scattered baggage, the reflective snow-white robes were neatly stacked, and half of the red embroidery was rough and messy.

It's a bit of a tyrannical thing—

Zhao Chen didn't refuse again, silently found the needle and thread from the bedside box, and continued to embroider along the traces of the last time.

It really takes some delicate work to calm down.

There's still too much waiting for her, no matter what, she can't mess with herself, no matter who set up that killing, one day she'll catch that person—

The long hair is scattered like a night and hangs straight to the waist, the thin and petite figure is not like a man, a small face is white and handsome, male and female, slender ten fingers with embroidery needles, with red silk threads, a little...

The candle flame is dim in the middle of the night, reflecting that this person is as quiet as a painting at this time, a picture of a good wife and a lady, daily clothes...

He was stunned, thinking more and more outrageously, but he was still unconscious.

If this man were a woman—

He suddenly reached out and grabbed the side of her face with the hair that had slipped down, and without thinking about it, pulled her back behind her ear.

The slightly cool fingertips touched her warm and soft ear, and immediately woke him up, and he retracted his hand like a snake and scorpion.

His movements were a little big, which made Zhao Chen look at him dissatisfied, "What's wrong with him?" ”

Reason returned in an instant, he shook his head hastily, couldn't say a word, and criticized himself fiercely in his heart.

Not to mention that this person is also a man, he is either a broken sleeve or a woman, and he shouldn't think about this now...

At the end, he couldn't help but look at Zhao Chen, who was quietly lowering his eyes, and he was still slightly stunned.

This man is really a wrong boy—

"You still don't have to spread your hair in front of people in the future," he said inexplicably, "You look too unmanly." "Don't embroider anymore." ”

Zhao Chen glanced at him inexplicably, and his hand stopped, as if he didn't intend to continue.

"It's about others, not about being down!" He stood up, "It's late at night, you, you rest early, and then give it to you after embroidering." "Leave in a hurry.

Zhao Chen glanced at the trembling door, and didn't care about the strangeness of the other party, while picking up the robe and continuing to embroider, she continued to ponder her plan to return the trick.

The Three Princes –

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