One. Life is not seen, and it is like a participant

The green mountains are one color Chen Beiguo, and the morning light is blurred. August white dew is coming, the capital of Daduan country Qinglan Mountain back mountain, Evian Pavilion. A touch of morning light could be sprinkled from the sky, and the mist in the mountains was blown up by the light breeze several times, and it was much lighter. In Evian, a figure stood in the wind. A white jade hairpin was lightly worn in the hair, and the black green silk sprinkled down, and it was gently held with only a silver belt.

A beautiful song, slowly drifting among the mountains, at the turn of the mountain road, a fast horse is galloping. Immediately, the man's green clothes were tied, his back was like a pine, and he was heroic. The side waist occasionally swings with the corners of the garment, revealing a corner of gold

Shen Teng was the commander of the capital of the capital, and he was in the fourth rank, and he was responsible for the security and security of Gyeonggi. Since three days ago, after receiving the emperor's order, the Halda mission will arrive in Beijing in the near future, and the intersection of the 12 roads of the Beijing machine has been secretly blocked.

The faint sound of the flute was sent into his ears with the wind, and his heart couldn't help but tighten, and his right hand unintentionally brushed his side waist, and under this belt was his personal soft sword-Yinfeng.

The road - Qinglan Mountain defense. Suddenly, this song fluttered here, Shen Teng only felt doubts in his heart, clamped the horse's belly under his feet, and followed the sound all the way to the middle of the mountain. In the distance, I saw a white figure standing by the railing of the pavilion, and the song was coming from there. The aftermath was lingering, and Shen Teng's eyes swept to a green flute and fell diagonally towards the valley, and the white shadow seemed to shake for a moment, wanting to fall out of the railing. Shen Teng didn't think much about it, at this time he was already at the edge of the pavilion, his body jumped up in the air, kicked the saddle with his right foot, and leaned down with his strength, grabbing the white shadow with his right hand. With his left hand, he drew his sword and stabbed it diagonally into the ground, pulling it behind him. But I only feel that the hand I am holding is like a soft wattle, soft as a boneless. The white shadow snorted softly and was pulled towards him. Shen Teng couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, and looked down at the person who was tightly pulled by him on his chest.

The fragrance of the faint orchid, the closed moon of the light breeze, a pair of bright eyes lit up through the stars, and the refreshing fragrance lingered in his arms, and he was stunned for a while.

The person in his arms also looked at him quietly at this time, frowning slightly, and his dustless posture could no longer be described in words.

"Let go of me," the man in his arms struggled to his feet. Shen Teng came back to his senses and gently let go of his hand. At this time, at the end of the day, there seemed to be someone shouting, Shen Teng looked back and saw a carriage galloping over. "Thank you for saving me." After speaking, he walked gently to the outside of the pavilion. Shen Teng was stunned for a moment, then remembered for a moment, hurriedly stepped forward, and asked sideways, "Who are you?" The man smiled lightly and asked, "And who are you?" Shen Teng looked at the smiling eyes and said stupidly, "My name is Shen Teng."

"Shen Teng! It is not surprising that the man in white seems to be accustomed to seeing a man like this. In a blink of an eye, the carriage had arrived, and the car did not stop, so the two women jumped out of the car, saw the man in white, as if he saw a savior, and suddenly tears welled up, knelt on one knee, put his right fist on his chest, and shouted softly, "Master, slave and maid should die, let the master be frightened." The man in white only said "let's go" softly, and they helped him into the car. The two maids kept asking something, she only shook her head lightly, but never looked back. Shen Teng wanted to follow again, but saw one of the maids stretch out his hand to stop him, and said, "Thank you, son, please go back." After saying that, he drove away.

Shen Teng looked at the carriage in the distance, and seemed to have a thousand words in his heart, but he felt that he couldn't say a word at this time.

The carriage left, and the wind and dust blew a silver ribbon on the ground, and Shen Teng stepped forward to pick it up gently, it was hers. As if in a dream, at this moment, the breeze blows, everything has happened, and it is as if nothing has happened.

Upper Kyoto Castle. Today is the Daduan Dynasty, and the monarch is the fourth generation of the Daduan Kingdom. Since seven years ago, after the death of the three generations of monarchs Duan Ruiyong, Duan Zhuanwei was nineteen years old and came to power, and in the past seven years, he has changed the extravagance of the previous dynasty. He cultivated the Ming government internally, built a state externally, rested and raised the people, and enriched the country and strengthened the army. Compared with the official eunuchs of the previous dynasty and the lack of tranquility on the border, the Daduan Kingdom at this time, under the hard work of this young son of heaven, has shown a magnificent trend of a great power.

It has been a few days since the last encounter in Qinglan Mountain, and in the past few days, Shen Teng has been arranging the security of Beijing Machinery every day. The white shadow, the beautiful face, the eyes that could dim the stars have always haunted him, lingering.

"Report to the general" Shen Teng was checking the patrol report, and the soldiers outside the door reported: "General, there is a messenger in the palace, the emperor asks the general to enter the palace immediately to face the saint" "Okay, I know, I will enter the palace immediately" Shen Teng replied while walking outside.

In the palace of Phiyun Palace, Duan Xuan is in the East Warm Pavilion, wearing an ivory-colored silk cardigan, covered with a light lake-colored gown, the side folds are covered with the same color brocade forging, and then embroidered with gold thread on the group of auspicious clouds. On his feet, he wears a pair of cloud boots with tourmalines on the clines and yellow brocade uppers. The momentum of the Son of Heaven is far away and makes people feel endless majesty. "Come in," Duan Xuan whispered. I saw Shen Teng stepping into the house in a few steps, kneeling on the ground and worshiping the "emperor".

Duan stood there, looking carefully at a map hanging on the east wall. This picture is made of high-quality yak leather, the skin color is brown and yellowish, because the inner layer is soaked in nitrate water to present amber, and the dense pigment is used on it, depicting the mountains and rivers in detail, and the military fortress.

"Come and see," said Duan, pointing to a thin line on the north side of the map, "Halda is dying, and they are now retreating to the Busa Meadows, which are swamps and our army cannot move forward. They sent an envoy this time, and it is estimated that they also relied on the advantages of the terrain here to negotiate conditions. So at present, it seems that you can't fight, you can only fight. "Emperor Shengming", Shen Teng stood aside and pointed to several black circles not far away, marked with "Sam", "Jingda" and "Kashgar" respectively. "Halda is not only the king of the Grim Steppe, but also controls these small countries, and it would be great if Halda was willing to surrender. We don't need to spend a single soldier to get to the Grim Grassland and the Samu in the east, and the trade routes connecting the east border are open again, and the east and west are connected, and the north and south are in the middle. The big end country will dominate all directions and look at the world. "Well said", Duan Yuan patted Shen Teng's shoulder, and a smile hung on the face of this handsome son of heaven.

"Let's go, let's go out for a walk, I still have something for you to do." After speaking, he pulled Shen Teng towards the west.

Shen Teng's father Shen Yue is the former dynasty Zuocheng, holding military and political power, since childhood, Shen Teng has practiced literature and martial arts, and was sent to the palace by his father at a young age, and was accompanied by Duan Zhuan, who was of the same age at the time. The two have been practicing martial arts together since they were children, and they have studied under the same lineage. Later, because the emperor of the previous dynasty listened to the words of the people, he was afraid that the Shen family would be reborn, and Shen Yue also knew that the companion was like a tiger, so he had the idea of retreating, handed over the military power early, and went home to retreat. But Shen Teng is his only son and has always stayed by his side. Shen Teng lived up to his family, and with his own skills, he commanded the palace before he was promoted in his twenties.

"Your Majesty, the envoy sent by Halda is on the way", "Yes" "Then I don't know what the emperor is planning?"

"As long as they are sincere in negotiating peace, I will welcome it. But one thing is tricky. "The emperor can refer to the more than 3,800 prisoners of war who were detained in Beijing" "Hmm", a trace of sadness flashed in Duan Yuan's eyes "Your Majesty, Halda's subordinates are loyal to Halda, if it weren't for General Shangyun's brilliant wisdom and bravery, he defeated the main force of Harmu in several bloody battles, and made the dead soldiers who counted more than 3,800 of them captured, so that he had no power to fight back, I am afraid that this war has not been as he wants now, and they would not have sent people to negotiate peace so quickly. Although these prisoners of war had been escorted to Beijing, the ministers heard that several departments of the yacha had failed to persuade them to surrender. "The Har people have always been brave, but Hardama is the first to look ahead. General Shangyun has mentioned to me many times that Halda has a daughter named Halruyue, also known as Princess Baihua. It is said that the mother of this woman is a goddess, and by chance she married Halda, who was only the son of a tribal leader at the time, and with the help of this woman, Halda unified the Grim Grassland in just a few years, but this woman was not long, and died a few years ago, leaving only one daughter, which is the princess just mentioned. It is said that when this princess was born, the grassland was already in the cold winter season, competing to bloom a sea of flowers, a group of butterflies flying, and the name of the princess of flowers came from this. The entire grassland, and even several foreign countries, regard this woman as auspicious and worshiped as a god. The last time General Shangyun was seriously injured in the battle, it was because he led his team to attack the Halda camp and went deep into the tiger's den to rob the princess, but was stopped by the hundred Halda health guards. The Halda people are like demons, and even the battle-hardened Shangyun generals almost suffered a big loss. "Your Majesty, what are you telling me about this?" Shen Teng looked puzzled and looked at this son of heaven in puzzlement. "You, thanks to you, you are still the commander of tens of thousands of forbidden troops, I got the news that the princess's attendant was found in the messenger of the peace conference this time, but it still needs to be determined." "Then the emperor thinks that if the princess comes this time, the purpose is just to negotiate peace, or is there something else?" "What do you say"? The two looked at each other, self-explanatory.

These two most dazzling youths of the Daduan Kingdom, at this time, did not know that the princess in their mouth would be closely entangled with their fate.