In early autumn, the leaves are falling, and they are like a guest.

The letter was not sent to the army, and the army was suspended last night.

The sound of horses' hooves whistling through the dust, and the short-clothed peasants in the dry fields by the roadside straightened up in astonishment, staring wide-eyed at the two horses' robes that spread their wings in the wind.

"Drive!"

Wu Jinghong flicked the whip again, and the veil pressed against the wind against her face, making her already rapid breathing hard.

Jiuzun beside him seemed to be aware of it, and suddenly there was a whistle in his mouth, and he rode his horse a few steps faster and rushed in front of her, and with a flick of his wrist, he threw out a loud whip in front of her horse. The horses slowed down and began to slow down.

"I didn't expect you to have the ability." Jiuzun also slowed down and let the horse run beside Wu Jinghong.

“…… Since I was a child, General Mao taught me some basic mounted archery, but I really didn't know anything about it, just for exercise. It was also a loss that the speed slowed down, and Wu Jinghong was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, gently brushing the cold sweat from her forehead, and she exhaled a long breath.

Jiuzun stopped talking, if she hadn't received these exercises since she was a child, how could she be on the road for two days and two nights now, if it was an ordinary woman, I was afraid that her legs would be useless.

Xu is because of the relaxation, exhaustion and pain came to his face in an instant, Wu Jinghong gritted his teeth and grabbed the reins in his hand, but the legs clamped on the horse's belly trembled a little. She looked sideways and looked around, and her heart was happy, "This is the time to defend the country!" ”

Weiguo is located in the northeast corner of the Great Plains, bordered by the desert in the north and Yunguo in the south, with a small area and a small population.

Yunguo has been a great country since ancient times, and it disdains to oppress the patriotic country in the cracks, but also to let the patriotic people be self-sufficient in this land and block the wind and sand from the north.

When he was a child, he read the annals of the carrier continent, and there was a huge map, which was the overall overview map of the carrier continent, but there were many blanks in the north and south of Ohara, and it was said that it was a mysterious area that the people of Ohhara had never set foot in.

That map left a deep impression on the little Wu Jinghong's heart, so much so that Wu Jinghong can still clearly recall the locations of the various countries clearly marked on the map.

"It's hard for you to remember such a broken place." Jiuzun reined in the horse and shook it from side to side, with inexplicable emotions in his words.

Wu Jinghong didn't know what this meant, could it be that this Shura King, who was fighting on the battlefield with the intention of dominating the world, looked down on this peaceful and peaceful small country?

"You're rushing back in such a hurry, I'm afraid it's not just your eagerness, right?" Seeing that she was silent, Jiuzun teased happily, "Count the days, General Nangong's wedding banquet is coming." ”

"King Shura is too worried!" Wu Jinghong shook her head, the breeze swept through her veil, and her eyes seemed to dance in the wind, "Father and mother are worried about me, my body has been worse day by day in the past three years, and I am afraid that the court will also set off storms." ”

"So what?"

"The heirs of the royal family of Yunguo are thin, I must go back as soon as possible to stabilize the situation!" The gust of wind suddenly became fierce, lifting her veil high and slowly falling, she looked in the direction of the imperial capital of the Yun Kingdom, and her heart was calm, "I'm not for revenge, not for fighting for anything, it's just that the father and the queen mother urgently need me, and the Yun Kingdom needs me!" ”

In the imperial capital of Yunguo, people are indeed panicked these days, and there are people talking about it in the streets and alleys.

When it came to General Nangong's wedding, some people were indignant and felt sad for Princess Jinghong; Some people are happy to see it come to fruition and sincerely wish Hongyun.

"Did you hear that? That fairy-looking Hongyun girl is actually the eldest lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion! ”

"What?"

"Really?"

"Really, really, someone saw with their own eyes that Miss Hongyun changed her outfit after leaving the Xian Wu Building and quietly returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion!"

"Isn't General Nangong ......?"

I don't know who had the intention or not, but the news spread throughout the imperial capital within a day, and soon spread outside.

"What about the prime minister's daughter! How can you compare to Princess Jinghong! ”

"That's right! That Nangong general is simply, simply...... Hi! ”

Some people sighed behind their backs, but they shook their heads again and again.

"Who knew that Princess Jinghong had such a fate, it was really a shame!"

"Alas, creation makes people! This is the way of the world! ”

They only said that three years ago, they suddenly had a serious illness, and there was no medical treatment for the medicine stone, and they died. General Nangong, who grew up with Princess Jinghong's childhood sweetheart, was also sad for a while, but he was quickly distracted by Miss Hongyun, and lingered in the Xianwu Building all day long, but he didn't expect to marry Miss Hongyun so soon!

"Pity our princess Jinghong since she was a child, the princess's dancing skills must not be bad with this Hongyun girl!"

"What a pity! Look at the saint and the queen, they have hardly stopped taking medicine in the past three years, and it is not good to listen to the people in the palace! ”

This is another statement, which is about the physical condition of the first two people in the palace. Since ancient times, the royal family of Yunguo has been sparse, and later I don't know which emperor of Yunguo even abolished the harem because of his deep love with the queen and his wife, and since then the heirs of the royal family of Yunguo have been even more difficult.

Let's just say that now His Majesty, at the age of his early forties, only Princess Jinghong's daughter grew up safely, and Xiang Xiaoyu died three years ago.

"I heard that both of you are getting weaker and weaker day by day, tell me about ...... future"

Outside the Zhaohua Palace of the Yunguo Imperial Palace, a group of imperial doctors were leaving in a hurry, but they encountered a person blocking the way. The man had kind eyebrows and kind eyes, his face was full of worry, and he stopped the imperial doctors who were only walking with their heads bowed, and asked in a low voice, "How is the condition of the Holy One?" ”

The imperial doctors raised their eyes and recognized that the person in front of them was clearly the prime minister of the dynasty, and they all bent down to salute, "Back to the prime minister, the saint is still entangled in the old disease, and I don't know why I haven't been able to get better after taking so many medicines." It's the queen's mother, and her body is not as good as before. ”

"Alas!" The old prime minister frowned sadly, "The old man knows that the saint and the mother are both because they miss Princess Jinghong too much, after all, ...... This heart disease still needs heart medicine, so the old man brought the little girl, hoping to persuade the mother or two. ”

The imperial doctors turned their eyes slightly, and then they saw a girl standing quietly behind the prime minister, the girl half-hung her head, and she could only see her slender eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, and her small nose showed a little well-behaved and quiet. She just stood quietly with her hands down, and her slightly slender figure looked very pitiful.

After just a hurried glance and retracted their gaze, the imperial doctors bowed their heads again and said respectfully, "The Prime Minister has a heart." ”

"Just a little bit." The old prime minister shook his head and continued to steadily move towards Zhaohua Palace.

When he was far away from those doctors, Lin Qingyan lowered his voice and said, "Daddy, is the Holy One also here?" ”

"Father-in-law Huai has come out, do you say that the saint is not there?" The old prime minister kept walking, and his voice became a little serious, "Yan'er, you have to remember that your task is to relieve the pain of Niangniang's thinking about her daughter, and if Niangniang is well, she will comfort the saint." ”

Lin Qingyan hurriedly lowered his head, "Yan'er knows, Yan'er must do her best to make her mother happy." ”

"Hmm." The old prime minister nodded lightly, and muttered quietly when he turned around and continued to move forward, "Your Laoshi Zihongyun is not in front of the mother, it sounds even more disturbing." ”

"Yes." Lin Qingyan obediently responded.

Ascending the stairs, I saw the gate of Zhaohua Palace, and Huai Gonggong, with a white face, stood at the gate of Zhaohua Palace, looking at the father and daughter with a smile.

"Father-in-law Huai, is the saint better?"

"Prime Minister, the saint has just taken the medicine, and he has just gained some energy, and he is chatting with his mother!"

"Ah, nag good, nag good." The old prime minister exhaled a long breath, and then asked, "Isn't it time for the old minister to come?" ”

"Don't mind, the Prime Minister is here at the right time!" Father-in-law Huai shook off the dust and bent down to signal, "The old slave has already reminded the saint of wake-up, and the saint will wait here!" ”

The old prime minister squinted and smiled, raised his feet and was about to leave, but when he heard a chuckle behind him, the old man blushed, turned around and glared at Lin Qingyan, "What are you laughing at!" Dare to laugh at Father-in-law, but you have to eat the board! ”

"Ah me, my father-in-law......"

"Come on, don't scare the eldest lady." Father-in-law Huai didn't care and said, "The old slave ancestor is a northerner, and he grew up in the north, and this accent has been changed for most of the time, but in the past few years, he has seen that the saint is in a bad mood, so he picked it up again." ”

"Alas, Grandpa Huai's loyalty to the Holy One is really ......"

"Ouch, Prime Minister, the old slave is just a little eunuch, don't leave here to fight with the old slave, it's not good to blame the old slave in the end."

Father-in-law Huai showed no signs of anger, and greeted them with a smile and led them all the way into Zhaohua Palace.

Although he was brought in by his father all the way, Lin Qingyan didn't feel much nervous in his heart. It's not the first time she has come to the Zhaohua Palace of the queen mother, and there are only two things she has been carefully managing in the past three years, one is the name of Hongyun, and the other is to bake the saint and the mother.

"Your Majesty, Niangniang, the Prime Minister and Lin Qingyan have arrived." Father-in-law's shrill voice was much lighter, as if he was afraid of disturbing something, Lin Qingyan couldn't help but raise his eyes to look.

The middle-aged man sitting on the heavy table was the current saint of Yunguo, with a square face, resolute eyebrows and eyes, but his face was not very good-looking. The woman in the fancy dress beside him smiled peacefully, quietly looking at the person behind Father-in-law Huai.

"Well, give me a seat." The emperor waved his sleeves, his movements were atmospheric and smooth, and although he was sick, his mental state was not affected in the slightest.

"It's really embarrassing for Yan'er, this kid, I think about this palace every day." The queen's smile deepened, and her face was warm and vivid, she beckoned to Lin Qingyan, and said softly, "Yan'er has worked hard all the way, come and sit here in the palace!" ”

Lin Qingyan happily responded, and said as he walked over, "It's not hard, for the sake of the saint and the queen, Yan'er is willing to do anything!" ”