"Young lady, Prince Zaima has not left yet. [Ran^Text^Library] []【Burning Library (7764)】Yingshu, who had two dimples when she laughed, said, "I see, he is completely fascinated by you, and he doesn't want to go back to Moro for more than half a month after the celebration." He's fine for everything else, but he's a little dead-faced......"

"Can't you talk about anything else? It's the day of worship. Long Dailan gently poked Yingshu's forehead with her finger.

"Then talk about the first samurai of the kingdom......" Yingshu's happy expression suddenly stopped and disappeared. The stern look in the young lady's eyes was all too familiar to her. "Young lady, I was wrong, don't be angry...... Alas, how happy it would be if a prince came to me on a horse!"

She tried to turn the situation around, and it worked. "You, even if you talk a lot and have a big tongue, to be honest, Yingshu, you have to change it. Saying that, Long Dailan sighed, "Actually, I'm used to it, I don't blame you." Anyway, you don't have a chance to serve other masters, and I won't let you harm others, so it doesn't matter if you change it or not. ”

"Then I'll say worship the dragon. Today, I think His Royal Highness the Prince must be heroic and cool, and the jade tree is in the wind, but wearing a dragon robe, is he the youngest worshipper in history?"

Long Dailan thought about it carefully, as if she really hadn't heard of any dragon monarch who had climbed onto the viewing platform at the age of thirteen. "Probably. I wanted to go home and see my father and my siblings. ”

"Madame, please pay attention now, since you are pregnant, she is afraid that you will take one more step, if you propose to return to the royal capital now, she will never refuse. Yingshu pursed her lips, "Actually, I also want to see Lan Yi and Minzhen, I haven't seen them for several years, but Jing met at the celebration and talked for a while."

"Wait slowly, wait for my child to be born, or ......" Long Dailan stopped, she shouldn't say the following sentence, and she shouldn't think about that kind of thing. I'm afraid that there are only two situations that Mu Rong will allow her to leave the Golden Castle, one is that her child has been born, and the other is that her father dies and Zixing ascends the throne.

Jinbao is now treating her extra carefully, for fear that the fetus will not grow well, everything she eats and drinks is perfect, and she can't come by her temperament, unlike what she didn't want to eat before. Although the nomadic tide broke out again after thirty-seven years, the Golden Castle did not have the atmosphere of facing a great enemy. Over the years, Qin Wei has guarded the barbarians very closely, and the preparations have been very meticulous, and Jinju Province has long been ready to meet the enemy, even after the loss of Palm Forest City, Jinbao did not feel panic, but was full of confidence. They will definitely get it back, and the barbarians will eventually be banished beyond the dragon walls.

The north wind is cold, and the breath of winter can be felt best at night. Originating from the cold wind at the end of the wasteland, flying over the dragon wall and blowing across the neck lake, Long Dailan likes to sit in front of the stone window of the tower, looking out at the dark green lake below. Now that her husband is fighting the nomadic tide on the front lines and her younger brother is beginning to participate in the government, she is pregnant, and her worry and joy are intertwined, and she is so disturbed that even reciting the Sutra of Tranquility has no effect.

That's all there was to it, and it was the prince of Moro who gave her a headache. He has stayed in the Golden Castle since the end of the celebration. Because he was a distinguished guest, he was invited by Mu Rong to live in the guest room of the tower, which was as he wished, and he came to knock on her door twice in three days, and he didn't shy away from suspicion at all, so that she didn't see it, and she didn't rush it.

Mu Rong was helpless after discovering Zaima's motives, in recent years, the trade between Moro and Jinju Province has developed rapidly, and the relationship has been heating up day by day, although Zaima is a bit of a scoundrel, but after all, he has not done anything extraordinary, so he can't be driven back. So Mu Rong had no choice but to add a few guards outside Long Dailan's bedroom, guarding them in shifts around the clock on the grounds of quiet fetal recuperation, and it was forbidden to visit. Prince Zaima still ran over, ate a few closed doors, and returned in a huff. But he did not give up, and still had no intention of returning to China.

The people of the Qin family are hindered by etiquette and face, so it is difficult to say anything. But the Little Giant is an exception. As soon as he saw Zaima, he said, "I said, Your Royal Highness, don't you miss your father and hometown?" Or: "The celebration of the Golden Castle has long ended, but His Royal Highness the Prince is still going on!" Or: "My sister-in-law thinks about her eldest brother day and night, and she has to worry about His Majesty's dragon body, and the most important thing at this time is to raise the fetus with peace of mind, but who knows that someone doesn't give her a moment of peace, it's just annoying, Your Royal Highness the Prince, you say yes?"

Qin Shuo has never liked to hide and hide, and he is straightforward, although Qin Li has repeatedly warned and Long Dailan has reminded him many times, he still can't stop the nature of the little giant, Mu Rong is angry and says that he has no rules, and secretly he still agrees with his approach.

What makes people laugh is that the prince of Zayimo is really a strange person who does not enter oil and salt, no matter how the little giant sneered, knocked on the side, he just stood still, really regarded the tower as his own home, every day he was beautiful, he could have a beautiful face at the dinner table, and he was overjoyed when he heard the wonderful sound.

Seeing that the matter had come to this, Long Dailan decided to put the infatuated prince aside first, too lazy to pay attention to it. At the last celebration, the little giant's whispered words to her ear made her spend a lot of thought, and under the banner of chatting idlely, she learned a lot about the princes of the golden horse from the captain of the guard, Yang Chong, and the old butler Qin You, and had a new understanding of the entire golden horse.

In addition to the Golden Fort, the most important cities in Jinju are Long Fence City, Sunset Fort, Guangming Harbor and Shimen Fort, all of which are rich military towns, each with a military force of between 20,000 and 40,000. After the launch of this nomadic tide, Guangming Port was an important coastal defense town, and only Mo Feng of Long Fence City dispatched all his troops to participate in the battle, Liu Jin of Shimen Fort sent his eldest son Liu Desheng to lead one-third of his troops to the front line, and Duan Kaicheng of Sunset Fort only dispatched 5,000 soldiers on the grounds that the holy city needed to be protected, but he personally led the army. Some of Qin Wei's vassals paid more attention to their own interests when the catastrophe came, and in the last nomadic wave, Shimen Fort was almost scorched, and the direct heir of the Liu family was only a five-year-old child, and now this heir is forty-two years old, for him, the family business is more important than everything.

Long Dailan realized that Qin Wei's control over the vassals was not as good as that of the previous generation, even though he was a very powerful lord. After decades of development, those Jinju towns have very strong forces, and the limit on the number of troops under their jurisdiction is only nominally effective for them, such as Guangming Harbor is allowed to have 20,000 soldiers, but according to Yang Chong's speculation, its actual strength may have exceeded 40,000.

"There are also many small vassals, each with their own plans, who prefer to follow the ass of these great princes in some matters than to listen to the advice of our lord. Qin You, a fat old housekeeper, sighed infinitely when he talked about this kind of thing.

This is probably not a lie. The other port towns around Guangming Harbor all looked to Zhao Liancheng, because Zhao Liancheng could bring them a lot of business from the Brilliant Islands, which Qin Wei couldn't do. As strong as Qin Wei is still like this, Qin Ming, who has a mild personality, will be able to maintain the status quo after inheriting the provincial governor in the future, but I am afraid that it will not be easy even like this.

We have a lot of responsibility on our shoulders. Long Dailan admonished herself more than once. From now on, I must demand myself by the standards of the hostess of the Golden Castle, not just Qin Ming's wife and the daughter-in-law of the Qin family.

On the day after the day of worship, Long Dailan was accompanied by Yingshu on the top floor of the tower to breathe in the fresh morning air and enjoy the touch of the morning breeze. The inner and outer walls of the Golden Castle, as well as the outer wall of the tower, look like an arrow target on a shooting range, and the tower is a red heart, surrounded by three circles of blue lines. The lake looks even smaller, like a bright ribbon, the verdant hunting forest is like a small straw mat on the edge of the lake, and the narrow racecourse lies in between. A gray and white line extends from the twin towers of the main gate of Jinbao, in the same direction as the neck lake, and connects to another white line in the distance, which is Jinning Avenue and Xianwang Road. To the west and south are vast plains, with vast expanses of farmland and meadows dotted with green forests, and in the distance herds of cattle and sheep can be seen leisurely strolling, peaceful creatures who do not smell the slightest smell of war. Looking north against the wind, it is the direction of Changshougang, and the smoke of breakfast can be vaguely seen rising. Further north beyond the smoke is the four-leaf clover outpost, known as the "Dragon's Shield", which has not yet been invaded by the nomadic tide, and which defends the safety of the Golden Castle.

After staying on the top of the tower for half an hour, Long Dailan and Yingshu walked down the stone stairs and returned to their room, not going to the dining room to avoid Prince Zaimo. After enjoying the breakfast sent by the housekeeper, Long Dailan read the historical story as usual, read it aloud as she read, and told it to Yingshu. Other people's families are all maids serving their masters, but here in Long Dailan, it is the other way around. Yingshu doesn't like to read, but she loves to listen to stories, especially the stories of heroes on white horses. The green forest hero who robs the rich and helps the poor, the green-robed guest and the lone ranger who is good at using the red tassel spear, Hua Xiao, is Yingshu's favorite legendary hero.

Long Dailan sat on a teak chair and read: "The city lord of Huangsha City is a greedy and murderous person, and the people in the city are living in hardship, he doesn't care, but instead intensifies the harsh tax policy, making the people miserable and complaining. How could our lone ranger Hua Xiao tolerate such a bad official, so on a dark and windy night, he ......"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, interrupting her reading, and Yingshu pursed her mouth with an unhappy look. "Young lady, young lady!" was Qin You's voice outside, quite eager.

"Go open the door. Yingshu ran over and opened the door in three steps and two steps, only to see the old butler with a panicked and frightened expression, as if a fierce beast was chasing after him.

"Uncle Fat, what's the matter, look at your urgency, be careful not to fall. Yingshu said jokingly.

Qin You ran in with small steps, the fat on his chin swayed, and his voice was the same. "Madame, the beacon tower in the south is on purple fire! Madame doesn't know what it means, but if she asks me to ask you, she says you must know. ”

"Purple Fire?"

"That's it, young lady, then ......" Qin You looked at his reaction and knew that things were not good.

The green fire means a good harvest, the red fire represents the horn of war, the gray fire indicates the death of the governor or prince, the white fire is the death of the dragon king, and the purple fire ...... Few people knew the true meaning of Purple Fire. But everyone can guess that this will not bode well. Successive generations of dragon kings would use some custom colors to send confidential notices to specific people, and colors that were not stated in the legal code usually meant that something had happened.

His father summoned his daughters with purple fireworks and returned to the royal capital. This is an urgent announcement of 100,000 urgent. What else is so urgent?" Father......" Long Dailan's voice trembled, "This is Father calling me...... Uncle Fatty, hurry up and pack up for me, and I'm going to leave for the dragon at once. ”