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On the other hand, the Zhuge family is impossible to see, and many people are willing to compare the Zhuge family with the Lingnan Mu family and Huaiyin Helian. 【Latest chapter reading. Chu Qiao knew that the Zhuge family would never be so simple, and what was hidden under Zhuge Muqing's mediocre and gentle cheeks was unfathomable scheming and unpredictable calculations. A wealthy family that has been prosperous for 300 years will definitely not be as docile as it seems on the surface. This can be seen only by Zhuge Yue and Zhuge Huai brothers.

However, most of the generals in the army, such as Meng Khotan and General Le Xing, chose to rely on the gate lord and get closer to the imperial power, and could not form a system of their own.

Secondly, there are the feudal kings who are scattered all over the world.

Twenty years ago, the vassal kings of the land south of the Yangtze River rebelled against the imperial clans, only to be suppressed by the clans. Lingxi Lingwang, Jingjun Wang, Yan Wang Yan Shicheng, are all survivors after that battle, the original powerful kings have long since disappeared, the royal family was slaughtered, and now there are only two or three out of ten.

When the royal family was massacred, Yan Shicheng, the king of Yan, tried his best to intercede for the vassal kings, and it was precisely because of this incident that he, the vassal king who was not involved in it, was expelled from the feudal domain, removed from the Zhao family's temple, changed the surname of Zhao to Yan, and was assigned to the bitter cold land of Yanbei, and was not allowed to return to Beijing.

To this day, how many people still remember that King Yan of Yanbei is also a member of the royal family of Great Xia, and he grew up drinking the same mother's milk as Zhao Zhengde?

Chu Qiao smiled indifferently, Zhao Zhengde, the emperor, is really hard, since the founding of Great Xia, the imperial power has been on the sidelines, compared to the emperors in China who have been tied to military and political power for thousands of years, it is really too aggrieved.

At this time, I suddenly heard the sound of the door opening in the front yard, and the girl's eyes glanced at the window, her ears pricked up, and she was quietly distracted.

"Girl, are you asleep?"

The voice of the green willow sounded outside the door, Chu Qiao agreed, and the little maid walked in cautiously.

"Girl, it's cold at night, the slave maid will change a brazier for you."

Chu Qiao nodded and asked in a deep voice, "But the prince is back?" ”

"Well," the little maid replied crisply, "I heard the little Li Zi who opened the door say that the prince went to Jin Xiaolou to invite a few generals of the Xiao Cavalry Battalion to dinner, and he also gave them all the dancing girls that Lord Ji sent yesterday. ”

Chu Qiao was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and stopped talking when he looked at the red brazier.

"Girl?" The little maid frowned and exclaimed, "Girl? ”

"Huh?" Chu Qiao raised his head, "What's the matter?" ”

"If it's okay, the slave will go down first?"

Chu Qiao nodded, "Let's go down." ”

"The girl should rest early." The little maid closed the door, and the wind outside suddenly became louder, whizzing through the window lattice, and the sound in the front yard gradually became quieter, and gradually returned to silence.

In five days, she will go to the Xiaocai Battalion to take up her post, Yan Xun will have a banquet for the general of the Xiaocai Battalion tonight, and her intention can be imagined.

They always say to each other that they must be honest with each other, never hide it, trust each other all their lives, and never dislike each other. But as they get older, there are some things that they still can't say honestly to each other. For example, the grievances between her and Zhuge Yue, the disgust and disapproval of the aristocracy in her heart, and his other appearance outside, the prodigal face of the prodigal son who deceives others.

However, some things will not change, and the tacit understanding and friendship that go deep into the heart and lungs make them always silently make the best arrangements for each other. Although they don't say it, in the face of the bizarre world outside, they will always be close comrades-in-arms and family members who live and die together.

It's like that snowy night many years ago, when she was beaten in search of medicine, covered with scars, staggering through the snow step by step, holding his life-saving herbs in her arms, trying her last strength to rush back, but seeing him who was sick and dying in the cold and secluded garden, holding his body in a panic, and whispering her name to find himself.

On that day, the thin boy was full of sickness, but he resolutely carried the scarred girl, with blue lips and a pale face, and walked alone in the dark night. Even though he faltered, his expression was unusually determined.

On that day, he knelt in front of her bed, held her hand, and whispered word by word in front of the girl's fainting eyelids, that in this life, he would never let her be bullied again.

At that time, they did not even dare to speak loudly at night. But it was such an imposing promise that deeply shocked her heart, and made her tie this lucky life to the blade of his grand hegemony.

On the second day, when Wei Jing once again brought people to persecute him, the powerless young Yan Xun was cut off a little finger, if Zhao Song hadn't arrived in time, his whole hand might have been broken under Wei Valve's knife.

That night was the first and only time Chu Qiao cried after entering Shengjin Palace.

When she was short of food and clothing, she did not cry; When she was bullied, she didn't cry; When she was whipped and bruised all over her body, she only kept her eyes open, firmly remembering the appearance of the enemy, and did not show a trace of cowardice. But that day, when Yan Xun was cut off a little finger, and when she stubbornly refused to show her the wound at night, she couldn't help crying bitterly.

She can endure hunger, endure pain, endure contempt, and endure suffering, because she knows that she will always grow up, she will always escape from trouble, she will always take revenge with her own hands with a sword, she has patience, she has time.

But she couldn't bear the people around her being hurt, Yan Xun's finger was broken, who would cure him?

That night, she cried for a long time, Yan Xun was at a loss, and finally could only hold her awkwardly, patted her sobbing back, raised her right hand and said You see that it is only such a small section, do not delay holding the sword, do not delay the practice of the knife, do not delay eating, do not delay writing, it's okay.

This was the first time that Chu Qiao had cried like this since he came to this era, more than the tears shed in the firewood room of the Zhuge family. It took her a long time to realize that just because she was always alone, even if she had pity for those children, she still didn't have the slightest sense of belonging. But on the day Yan Xun cut off her finger, she suddenly found out that she also had relatives.

As a result, she was able to let go of her temporary emotional weakness.

Both of them are lonely, and there is no one else in this world except each other.

The fire shone on the woman's face, and the night became more and more hazy, and the window was more bulging, and the night was heavy and heavy. Chu Qiao raised her head, looked at the shadows of the swaying trees outside, and slowly shrank on the soft couch, she didn't eat at night, and was quietly waiting for someone to knock on the door at the moment.

"Achu," Sure enough, after a while, a mellow and gentle voice sounded outside, "Have you slept?" ”

The corners of the girl's mouth twitched slightly, and she smiled in a rare whisper. There was no sound outside, and after a while, she jumped off the couch and ran barefoot to the door.

The door panel creaked open, and there was no one outside the door, only a carved nanmu food box, quietly placed on the ground, and a note was pasted on it.

"I know that you sleep late, if you are hungry, eat a little, this is the duck of Xiguifang, go to the oil, don't be afraid of fat."

Chu Qiao raised his head, only to see that in the fluttering snow, a blue-faced bamboo umbrella was propped up on his head, and under the cloak of the white fox big fur, the green shirt was scarce, and the figure was handsome, gradually disappearing between the dark corridors. The snow was falling, and for a moment she almost saw the young man who stood on the shore of Chishui Lake many years ago and shouted that he would not be surnamed Yan for another time, not the man who hid in the darkness all day long, wearing an ink robe and gloomy eyes.

Perhaps, only in front of her, he will occasionally show what he was back then.

It's not that he hasn't changed, it's just because of her existence that he has left such a soft boundary in his heart, which no one else is allowed to set foot in, surrounded by high walls, and the courtyard door is claustrophobic, which is opened for her alone.

Chu Qiao stood in place holding the food box in a daze, the wind and snow were falling, and the ground was blank.

Two days later, it was the gift of the eighth princess Zhao Chun'er. The eighth princess and Zhao Che were both born to the same mother, and they are the most respected princesses in the royal status today.

Because of the dispute over the hunt that day, Yan Xun's patience with this barbaric woman gradually ran out, so he only sent Ah Jing to send a congratulatory gift and did it hastily.

When Chu Qiao looked through the gift list, Yan Xun was drinking tea in the hall, only to see a few auspicious words written respectfully and politely, and below was a row of gifts: two pairs of Hetian Ruyi, four golden jade lions, and eight Huai Song jade brocade.

It is neither expensive nor shabby, and it is very in line with etiquette.

Chu Qiao shook his head, not knowing how Zhao Chun'er would feel when she received the gift. For so many years, Princess Chun's love for the prince of Yanbei has long been spread in the upper circles of the capital, and Queen Muhe Nayun has intervened in this matter, but Zhao Chun'er is brutal by nature, and she doesn't listen to anything except Yan Xun's words, plus Emperor Xia's three-regardless policy, which makes this little princess more and more unscrupulous.

"Guizhi Jiayuan, Yueding Zhushan, Achu, if we have the opportunity, we really want to go to Bian Tang to have a look and taste Zhushan wine."

Chu Qiao raised his head, the sun was excellent today, there was no snow rarely, and he was called to the flower room by Yan Xun early in the morning, and the two sat opposite each other all morning without saying a word, she read a book, and he drank tea, but he was content. Suddenly hearing him say this, Chu Qiao nodded and smiled, "Okay, there is a chance to go together." ”

Seeing her happy, Yan Xun also smiled, "Achu grows up, and he will be a beautiful woman of a generation." ”

Chu Qiao sneered, "What did you eat today, your mouth is so sweet?" Or are you used to flamboyant tongue outside, and you can't get rid of your profligate boy brother when you come back? ”

Yan Xun shook his head lightly, "You still don't understand, no matter how gorgeous the flowers and willows are outside, they are forced to act on the spot, my Achu is the most beautiful woman in the world, no one can match it." ”

He said this very naturally, as if he were saying that today's meal was delicious. Chu Qiao was slightly stunned when he heard this, his cheeks were slightly red, and he rarely showed a hint of girlish coquettishness.

Although it is intimate, it has never revealed its heart, and over the years, they have gotten along like comrades-in-arms and relatives, but there is no relationship between men and women. Suddenly hearing Yan Xun say this, the girl who has experienced two lives can't help but be a little flustered.

"Achu," Yan Xun suddenly turned straight and looked at her very seriously, "You and I have been friends for eight years, during which we have shared blessings and sorrows, and we have been in adversity, and now, everything is about to pass." When things are over here, we will return to Yanbei and we will ......"

Before he finished speaking, Ah Jing's slightly panicked voice suddenly sounded outside the door, "Shizi, the Holy Lord has summoned." ”

All lingering emotions vanished in an instant. Chu Qiao stood up suddenly, and the scroll in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

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