He Zhen groaned slightly, and said, "Otherwise, I will make the decision first and promise the six cities along the Cangshui River to His Highness." There are six left, and we will plan after the capture of Southern Qi, how about it? ”

Hua Xiangxuan hooked the corners of her lips and said unhurriedly: "Kyoto in Southern Qi has suffered a disaster, and drought and epidemics are raging. Some time ago, Liu Weifeng, who had just been captured by Emperor Wen of Southern Qi, hollowed out the three granaries of Southern Qi, the new monarch ascended the throne, and Prime Minister Yang Cheng controlled the government. If you don't take advantage of the turbulent situation in the Southern Qi Dynasty and the people's will is undecided, and you are not prepared for the attack, when will you wait? Mr. He has the skills to bargain with me, so it is better to make a decision early and get up early. So as not to delay the fighter. ”

He Zhenyi laughed at Hua Xiangxuan in his heart, and there were only small profits in his eyes, but he didn't know that the catastrophe had come to him. When Xichen swallows the East Valley, he will recuperate for three or five years, and it will not be too late to attack the south. It's a pity that Hua Xiangxuan can't see through the trick, but wants to promote Xichen to borrow the East Valley.

"Oh, why is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince persecuting? If she makes a decision privately, the saint blames her, how can she bear it. ”

"Compared to the twelve cities, attacking Southern Qi is a big deal, isn't it?" Hua Xiangxuan raised her eyebrows, looking at He Yu, who was in a dilemma, very proud.

What Xichen ghosts distinguish, it's just a vain name. Three or two sentences made him lose all his spirit!

He was silent.

The atmosphere in the study immediately became solemn.

Hua Xiangxuan is not impatient on the surface, but in fact, she is anxious in her heart. Twelve cities can be obtained without using a single soldier, which can be said to be a good deal with no capital and ten thousand profits. What if he refuses to answer? Hua Xiangxuan secretly weighed her words.

After waiting for a long time, just when Hua Xiangxuan wanted to open her voice and persuade again, He Yiyi breathed a long sigh of relief and said, "Okay, everything depends on His Royal Highness the Prince." I will write and cut the knot and give it to His Highness for safekeeping. ”

Gorgeous fragrance and heart blooming. He hummed in a low voice and called Ding Nei's attendant to serve in the study.

It was late at night when He said goodbye and left. Hua Xiangxuan put away the knot and went back to bed.

As soon as he thought of a hot and fluffy beautiful lady waiting on the bed, he quickened his pace. Although Xia Xishi has a little gap with Xie Yushu, it is better than nothing, and he will quench his thirst first.

Hua Xiangxuan walked all the way, a thin sweat broke out on his body, he stood in front of the door and took a deep breath and pushed the door open. What came to his face was the incense in his habitual tent, and he savored it, which was mixed with a vague fragrance of his daughter.

Hua Xiangxuan walked impatiently towards the bed tent.

The candle flame is dim, and the thousand work beds hanging with red yarn are particularly charming.

Xia Xishi's jade body is horizontal, like a delicate ornament with ingenuity, Hua Xiangxuan can't immediately hold it in the palm of her hand and play carefully. Xu has been waiting for a long time, the beauty is tired, her eyes are slightly drooping, she hears the sound of footsteps, her sleepy eyes are slightly open, and the waves are flowing, as if there is a fog floating.

"Your Royal Highness......" Xia Xishi called softly, and lit the dry firewood in Hua Xiangxuan's chest, he took three steps and made two steps to the bed, leaned over and hugged Xia Xishi tightly, and whispered in her ear: "Yushu ......"

Hearing this, Xia Xishi's body trembled, and the hatred in his eyes was full of hatred. Hua Xiangxuan's fiery lips fell on Xia Xishi's cheeks indiscriminately, and she muttered in small pieces, "You wait patiently, soon...... Soon ......"

Xia Xishi immediately came back to his senses, wrapped his lotus arm around the back of Hua Xiangxuan's neck, and hooked him into the tent with a sigh.

On the official road from Mt. Luming to Kyoto, a horse-drawn carriage moves slowly. Inside the car, Pei Yuanxun tilted his body and closed his eyes to recuperate. Hye-yeon stroked her right arm and looked out. When she left Beijing, her father was alive and her mother was well, and she returned to Kyoto, but her father died and her mother was suffering from a serious illness. She herself is also a half-dead and unlucky look.

During the period of riding Tianling, Pei Yuanxun didn't even have to use facial medicine, let alone put on makeup. His face, which was always coated with a thick layer of gouache, was rough and dry, and the green stubble came out, if Pei Yuanxun had been like this before, he would never have been able to go out. Now, he was used to it, and he didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

"Zhan Gong, we're here." Hye-yeon raised her chin and pointed to the faintly recognizable gate in front of her.

Pei Yuanxun sighed, reluctant to say much. Originally, he was in Yongning Palace to show Emperor Wen. After leaving Beijing, Hui Yan's brutality and willfulness were much more restrained, but Pei Yuanxun never fell in love with her. But their embarrassed little couple has no other way than to huddle together to keep warm and resist the cold.

The two of them can't share happiness but can share suffering, and there are no established rules to follow in the world.

"You say, mother, will she ......" the same question, Hui Yan asked Pei Yuanxun all the way.

Pei Yuanxun cheered up and opened his eyes, and said patiently: "No, no." Just rest assured. ”

Hui Yan's heart was a little calmer, and after a while, she asked again: "Zhan Gong, do you say that her mother will ......?"

Pei Yuanxun's eyes that had just closed opened again, and said impatiently: "No, no!" ”

When they first arrived at Qitianling, Huiyan's right arm was injured by poisonous insects. The wound the size of a mung bean slowly festered to the size of an egg until it festered to the muscles and bones of the blood, and the pain was painful for no one except Huiyan. If it hurts, it's okay to say, the wound hasn't healed yet, and Hye-yeon is tormented by the pus and blood oozing out from time to time, and she can't sleep well all day and all night. Hye-yeon was tortured a lot because of this, her face was as old as that of a middle-aged woman, and she didn't even have a bright brain, so she repeated one sentence many times and asked many times.

Pei Yuanxun pondered that after returning to Beijing, he would ask the imperial doctor to recuperate Huiyan's good life, and maybe there was a possibility of recovery.

"Zhan Gong, we're here." Hye-yeon raised her chin again and pointed ahead.

Pei Yuanxun still sighed, closing his eyes and recuperating. If Zhao Yao refuses to open the net, he will definitely be tossed crazy by Hui Yan.

It was almost noon, and the car slowly drove into Kyoto, which had been absent for a long time. Pei Yuanxun opened the car window and looked at the sluggish sycamore on Tongqu Street, full of emotion.

"Hey, this used to be a shop that specialized in selling noodles and medicines in the Western Regions, why did it change to sell old clothes?" Pei Yuanxun touched his cheek and said with a little pity.

Hui Yan listened quietly, and suddenly interjected, "Zhan Gong, do you say that her mother will ......?"

Pei Yuanxun's thoughts of reminiscing about the past were interrupted by Hui Yanshengsheng, he turned his head, looked into Hui Yan's eyes, and said word by word: "No!" No! Don't worry about it. ”

Hui Yan Wei only responded with a good voice, lowered her head, and kept silent.

Pei Yuanxun couldn't see her put on such a pitiful look, his tone slowed down, and he comforted: "When you see your mother later, don't cry, you know?" ”

Hui Yan still lowered her head, replied "I know" and was silent again.

The two got closer, and a fishy smell slowly emanated from Hye-yeon's arm. Pei Yuanxun hurriedly poked his head out of the window and took a deep breath.

Hye-yeon broke Zhao Jin's right arm, and now her right arm is also useless. This is the cycle of heaven, and retribution is unpleasant. Pei Yuanxun took pity on Hui Yan, but also felt that she really deserved it.

The carriage was moving along the thoroughfare, and suddenly a cry was heard in front of it.

Pei Yuanxun followed the sound, he didn't know which family was going to be funeral, the team was huge, and he couldn't see the end at a glance.

There was a beggar under the sycamore tree and asked his companion, "Huh? Who's going to be mourning? ”