The battle report was sent to the palace in an expedited manner for eight hundred miles.

At the beginning of hearing the bad news, the fan in the slave's hand fell to the ground with a thud. She looked ahead in a daze, wanting to see through the clouds the situation of Lu Zhi, who was thousands of miles away.

But apart from layer after layer of clouds, except for the circuitous palace roads, she couldn't see anything. The slave's heart suddenly emptied, and his mind went blank, and only one voice kept echoing.

Lu Zhi is dead.

Lu Zhi is dead.

Lu Zhi is dead!

Her body shook suddenly, and her empty brain slowly flooded with a trace of sadness, and the sorrow that seemed to be like a thin rope slowly wrapped around her, little by little melted into her flesh and blood, turning into a great grief that suddenly covered her. She took a step back, her right hand propped up on the desk, barely standing.

Xinmei rushed up and grabbed the slave, and shouted with a crying voice, "County Lord, you mourn! ”

Nu'er put her hand on her chest sneeringly, she still had the wrench around her neck, and Lu Zhi's eyes suddenly flashed in front of her. She tried hard to follow his gaze step by step to recall, looking for anomalies. But no matter how much she restrained herself, it seemed as if her brain was no longer under her control.

She was so confused that she couldn't hear the cries of the new eyebrows. There was a voice in her heart that kept shouting, so that she couldn't think, couldn't stop. Lu Zhi, how can you be so irresponsible? I died with more than ten years of hatred, so what is the meaning of my life?

What am I living for?

Qi and blood surged, and the gentle voice of the former mother came to his ears, "Slave, come to my mother." ”

The slave grinned, reaching out to grasp the blurred shadow in the light, but her own body fell limply backwards uncontrollably.

"County Lord!"

Longyang Palace.

Below Emperor Yuan An stood two neat rows of people. They were pivotal figures in Bactrian politics. At the moment, everyone frowned and sighed silently.

"Your Majesty, the body of the great general is already on his way back to Beijing. The first priority at the moment is to settle the general's corpse to appease the hearts of the soldiers, and the second is to find another good general to go to the front line to recover the city and drive away the barbarians. An old minister stood up and said tremblingly.

"Nonsense!" The teacup fell to the ground, splashing everywhere, but no one dared to come forward to clean it up. Emperor Yuan An turned around, the corners of his forehead were bruised, and he seemed to be very angry.

"What I want to listen to is who to send to fight, who to regain the lost territory, and who to regain the face of my Great Xia!" Emperor Yuan An flicked his sleeves heavily, the dynasty Chinese flourished and declined, Lu Zhi died, there was no one available at all, how could he not be angry?

"Your Majesty, Lu Mingwu, the son of General Fuyuan, is brave and good at fighting, brave and strategic. The minister thought that he was the best candidate to go to Liangzhou to recover the lost territory. Bachelor Liu of Hanlin Academy said.

"Although Lu Mingwu is also a martial arts wizard, he is still young and has no prestige. In Liangzhou, how should we serve the people, and how should we command the three armies. It's not proper, it's not proper! Lord Wang, the squire of the military department, retorted.

Master Liu spread his hands, "Since Lord Wang thinks it's inappropriate, then I will recommend a more suitable person." ”

"I ......" Lord Wang said for a while, there was indeed no one available in the court. He flicked his sleeves, looked up to the sky and sighed, but still insisted on his opinion, and waved his hand again and again, "Lu Mingwu is difficult to take on a heavy responsibility, and it is not okay to be honest." ”

Emperor Yuan An was already upset, and the ministers below fought for a long time without a result, and his mood became even more irritable.

Until Lu Wen in the corner stood up and said loudly, "Your Majesty, I think that looking at the middle and the bottom of the court, the most capable person is His Royal Highness the Prince." His Majesty may order His Royal Highness to be the commander-in-chief, and then choose a good general to be the prince's adviser. First, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has a noble status, and it is easier to command the three armies. Second, His Royal Highness's personal participation in the battle can also boost morale. Thirdly, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince won this battle, and it is also to promote my heroic posture in Daxia! ”

At some point, the hall suddenly fell silent. Everyone turned their attention to Lu Wen who was standing in an inconspicuous corner at the end. Yes, they thought about the noble sons and poor students, but they forgot about these royal highnesses.

A bright color flashed in Emperor Yuan'an's eyes, and he decided to go to Liangzhou at the moment, with the prince in charge. He glanced at Lu Wen approvingly. "You've got an idea." The Ru kiln azure narcissus plate in my palace will reward you. ”

Lu Wen was overjoyed, and immediately knelt down to thank him, "Minister, thank Your Majesty for the reward!" ”

The prince is in charge, of course, this idea is not what he Lu Wen thought. It was mentioned by Xu Boyong, and in the past two years, Lu Wen has become a frequent visitor to Zuixiao Tower, and Xu Boyong is his advisor. Of course, Xu Boyong helped him get what he wanted, and he naturally had to obey Xu Boyong in some things.

In other words, Lu Wen is an eyeliner that Xu Boyong planted in the court.

Lu Wen, who was very unbright-minded, didn't know that behind Xu Boyong was the robber-like niece. If one day he knew that he was being played by her, he didn't know what kind of expression it would be.

In Changqing Palace, the slave fell asleep for half an hour before waking up.

Xinmei knelt beside her bed, holding a handkerchief in her hand and gently wiping her forehead for the slave, "County Lord, you can make the slave worry about death." ”

"What time is it?" The slave sat up and asked.

"Not for a moment." Xinmei got up, handed the handkerchief to the palace maid outside the door, and took a fan to fan the slave. The slave said to herself, "It's time to come." ”

After a while, a faint voice sounded outside the door, "Xinmei, is the county lord awake?" Your Majesty summoned me, but do you want me to go back? ”

Xinmei looked at the slave, "The sun is shining outside, and the county lord has just woken up again." Your Majesty has always felt sorry for you, so it's better to go back and go later. ”

While speaking, the slave had already gotten off the Luohan couch by herself, and while she was tidying up her dress, she said, "Everything else can be late, but now it can't be delayed for a moment." The slave raised her voice, "Youruo, get ready to walk." ”

Emperor Yuan'an's summons was mostly because of Lu Zhi. The depression in Fang Cai's heart was still there, but reason was telling the slave that this was an opportunity to further strengthen the emperor's favor. Of course, she knew that the respect she received was partly because of Emperor Yuan'an's favor and half because of his father's status.

Now that Lu Zhi is dead, she really has no one to rely on in the world, and Emperor Yuan An is the only hope. Today, she wants to play this delicate image of losing her father and being lonely in front of Emperor Yuan'an, so that people can pity her and pave the way for herself.

"County Lord, the general is newly mourned, change into plain clothes and go to face the saint again." Xinmei took out a snow-white dress and walked in front of the slave.

Nu'er glanced at the pear wood wardrobe, and she stretched out her white index finger and pointed at a fiery red shirt, "I'm going to wear that." ”

"The county lord can't, it's a red coat, the general died in battle, if you wear it, you will be criticized by the world for being unfilial." Xinmei thought that the slave was too sad and lost her mind, but when she saw the dark and deep eyes as always, her heart suddenly settled.

Xinmei no longer persuaded, but turned around and changed the snow-white clothes in his hand into the red thrilling cardigan dress.

The slave stood in front of the dressing table, the person in the mirror was dressed in red, and the eyebrows were a little vermilion, and the woman's delicacy was slowly revealed as she grew older. She stood there, not smiling, but it was also a sight.

She walked outside the palace with lotus steps, the red veil was lightly raised, and she sat on the step.

Dad, I've come to see you.