Qin Zhaoning put the situation simply.

It turned out that twenty years ago, Liu Yizhan had asked His Majesty, who had just succeeded to the throne, to mobilize manpower and material resources to find the Sun Clan's art of war left by the military saint hundreds of years ago to resist the Turkic enemy.

Your Majesty is gracious, but I have been looking for a long time and have no clue.

But Qin Wujiang disappeared a few days ago, but she found such a bamboo slip in Qin Wujiang's study, on which was written such a wonderful fragment of the art of war, which made her feel quite in awe after reading it.

And the frontispiece is the four words of the fragment of the art of war.

What made her even more interested was the handwriting on the bamboo slips, which was Cao Yu's handwriting.

The eldest cousin must also be in awe of the art of war, so he will use bamboo slips to transcribe and send them to Qin Wujiang for study.

But where did the big cousin come from?

Qin Zhaoning thought about it day and night with the bamboo slip, and felt that what Liu couldn't find in the first battle back then couldn't run into the hands of his eldest cousin for no reason, there must be a fate in it.

She soon thought of the much-loved Princess Changning, who had been Liu Yizhan's granddaughter for fifteen years.

Liu Yizhan was convicted of a traitor, and it is also possible that he had been greedy for the art of war if he had a rebellion at the beginning.

That's why she copied her eldest cousin's handwriting and wrote this letter as a fake, wanting to try to see if Qin Wujiang knew the origin of the art of war.

I tried it, and sure enough.

"What else did the second brother say about the promise, the eldest cousin will repay him for his kindness, and if he receives such a great favor from someone out of thin air, he will definitely make a solemn promise, so Chu Changning must have won the favor of the eldest cousin." Qin Zhaoning clenched his fists.

She finally learned the truth.

"But...... But if there is really this promise, why does the prince still let the princess get married? "Yinqiu's thoughts are relatively simple.

Tingchun sneered: "This is Your Majesty's will, how can the prince be loyal and disobey Your Majesty-"

"That's not right!" Qin Zhaoning's eyes widened suddenly: "No......"

She gradually smiled: "What the second brother said is that he finally guessed it, it was the eldest cousin who didn't know that it was Chu Changning who gave him the art of war, and the art of war was handed over through the second brother's hand." ”

The more Qin Zhaoning spoke, the brighter the light in his eyes became.

She saw an opportunity.

But in the next second, Qin Zhaoning's eyes dimmed again.

"She hasn't even told her eldest cousin about it, she's so confident that her eldest cousin will like her?"

Qin Zhaoning burst into tears instantly.

"My cousin likes her, my cousin really likes her, it's not any external reason I found for my cousin, it's that I really like her and love her as a person."

At this moment, she was heartbroken, crying bitterly, and saw no hope.

The two girls didn't know how to comfort them.

Qin Zhaoning is too smart to think far more than them, and since the rumors of Cao Shizi and Changning began to spread, the young lady has become moody, and today is just the release of accumulated emotions.

They were in a panic, so they could only hug Qin Zhaoning and cry with her.

The three of them cried for a while, and Qin Zhaoning quickly collected his emotions.

"She's gone."

Qin Zhaoning's eyes were red, and he regained his confident smile: "I am the only one who can give warmth to my eldest cousin from now on." ”

Day 3.

Good news came from the palace, and His Majesty finally ordered someone to draft a decree.

The edict of the third prince was written for King Rui and placed in front of the emperor's case, waiting for the seal to be announced to the world.

The eyes of the entire imperial city were fixed on the edict.

The emperor's heirs are thin and there are no heirs, except for the second prince who is not valued, only the third prince is the oldest and has the best background, if he is the first to be crowned king, it is a day to ascend to the sky, not a prince is better than a prince.

The emperor held the seal, and when he was about to fall, he suddenly spat blood and fell down.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty!" Fu'an was in a hurry, and the palace maids and eunuchs who were waiting in the main hall were also in a mess, shouting one after another: "Imperial Doctor Xuan!" Xuan Taiyi! ”

When the three princes heard the news, they were the first to rush into the palace to ask about the disease.

"How's my father?"

"The eldest princess got married, Your Majesty has become depressed and sick, and she needs to recuperate well, and Your Majesty has not slept well for days, so she can't work hard so as not to aggravate her condition." The old lady said pertinently, while ordering someone to prepare a decoction.

The third prince's face was ugly.

My father still had that in his heart.

The third prince couldn't help but clench his fists, pulled Fu'an and was about to speak.

Fu An winked and asked the third prince to look down at his hand.

The half of the palm in the sleeve moved from side to side.

The third prince suddenly lost his face.

Missing out on the throne really made him resentful.

"Your Highness, don't worry, Your Majesty is suddenly ill, and I still know it in my heart, as long as I wake up, I will issue an edict soon." Fu'an whispered comfort.

The Third Prince nodded.

"You take good care of your father, I will go to the Dao Palace to ask Yan Xianchang for peace and blessings, and bless my father and emperor to recover as soon as possible."

"The filial piety of the Third Highness is commendable." Fu'an bowed his head and sent him out.

On the official road from Chang'an to the northwest, the team of relatives with their own thoughts is still on the way.

Song Yisheng was still chained to the back of Fang Qian's horse, his clothes were disheveled and his face was sallow, and the three days of hard work made him haggard.

Fang Qian was greatly relieved.

Since Song Yisheng fell into his hands, he could pass through Qing'an and take him to the Liu family's abandoned house to correct the Fa, so as to comfort the souls of the hundreds of dead souls of the Liu family.

To this day, he still doesn't believe that the Liu family is rebelling.

It's just that now he has found a new backbone, that is, Changning.

He will protect this last trace of bloodline for the Liu family, and he also hopes that Changning can get lost.

Even if he arrived at the Turkic royal court, as long as Changning was willing to return to China, he would definitely fight his way out and escort her back to the palace.

The carriage and horses paused, and Yang Dehai stepped forward with a water bladder: "Master Hou, drink some water." ”

Song Yisheng opened his mouth to drink and glanced at him.

Yang Dehai listened with his ears in front of him.

"How's your mind going?"

Yang Dehai was stunned and looked at him in horror: "What...... What's the solution? ”

Song Yisheng sneered, opened his mouth wide, and Yang Dehai fed him another sip of water.

"Don't worry, Master Hou, I'll help you get out tonight."

Song Yisheng still insisted: "I won't leave, if she wants me to atone for my sins, I will atone for my sins, as long as I can follow her, I can endure any suffering." ”

Yang Dehai's heart was crumbled.

Thinking of the scroll with the picture of Changning riding a horse and whipping at the beginning, Hou Ye has always been in love with the eldest lady, and now he has forgotten everything in the past and refuses to listen to him talk about the past, perhaps just to be able to throw away all the baggage and let go of his hands and feet to chase Changning.

"She's not going to change her mind, so why should you." Yang Dehai sighed.

That woman's heart is like a rock.

Song Yisheng shook his head: "No, her heart is the softest, but I didn't cherish it before." ”

Yang Dehai raised his head suddenly: "You remembered?" ”

"Guess." Song Yisheng grinned, his shriveled lips glowing with blood.

Yang Dehai hung his head in disappointment and walked aside.

The team set out again and camped outside the town in the evening.

The Turks have always emphasized listening to the rules of the Chu Dynasty when they were in Chang'an, but when they leave Chang'an, they must follow the rules of the Great Turks.

Changning has no opinion.

The cauldron cooks food for the soldiers, while the small tent on one side is the princess's kitchen, which cooks dishes for the princess.

The maid fetched a bucket of water, filled it with a delicate small iron kettle, and put it on the big stove outside the small tent to boil and bubble.

"Where's the princess's tea?" The wooden kite came to urge the water, and the palace maid went out to answer.

Behind the tent was a man in black.

The man in black stretched out a hand, quickly lifted the lid of the iron kettle, and poured a packet of white powder into it.

"You're still stunned here, why don't you bring tea quickly." The wooden kite stuffed the tray to the maid.

"It's a girl," the maid trotted all the way, hurriedly ran to the stove, picked up the small iron kettle and poured water, and brought the tea to the wooden kite.

"Girl, Your Highness's tea."

The wooden kite glanced at her impatiently and walked away.