Since Feijing came to the door with the latest situation of Wancheng, many days have passed in a flash.

Because the crown prince's weak crown ceremony was close at hand, the palace was becoming more and more lively day by day, He Qianwei was pretending to be something, so naturally she didn't integrate into the atmosphere, and she looked a little out of place.

As soon as the initial impatient momentum retreated, He Qianwei naturally calmed down, and instead of rushing directly into the Qinzheng Hall in a hurry, she closed the door and thought about it many times in the Yaoguang Palace.

As the saying goes, far water doesn't quench her thirst, even if she is in a hurry, she can't immediately give birth to her wings and fly to Wancheng, so she can only force herself to calm down and think twice about what Feijing has said.

Feijing will always return to Wancheng in the future, which is a tacit secret.

Recently, Wancheng has been taking care of himself, but Feijing has not received any new orders, but is only responsible for following the Royal Forest Army to investigate the Hun spies who have infiltrated the capital - perhaps, the chaos in Wancheng did not come from the army, but from the capital?

After all, although Wancheng's military defense arrangement is confidential, it will always leak a little bit in the dealings with the imperial court.

If there are people in the Beijing who have bad intentions, not only will it be much easier to inquire about the news, but they will also be able to easily hide their bodies and blame the soldiers of Wancheng.

This is a clever way to ensure not only their own safety, but also to make the officers and men in the army suspicious of each other and have tense relations.

There is nothing more than this to kill people with a knife.

For no reason, He Qianwei remembered that she was drunk and the mysterious master behind Ethan.

The drunkenness spread from the capital at the beginning, and Ethan, as an intermediary, handled an unknown number of things, and also escaped from the capital by faking death.

The capital is located at the foot of the Son of Heaven, and the officials who are released here will be more or less unable to let go of their hands and feet, obviously they can't properly arrange these for Ethan, but what if it is a Beijing official?

Taking 10,000 steps back, even if he is not a Beijing official, he is just an ordinary businessman, who has been immersed in the capital for many years, and the doors in his hands are probably very wide.

He Qianwei frowned and groaned for a long time, and finally made up her mind

Thinking too much is just speculation after all, it is better to find someone who can answer in the affirmative and sentence life and death.

Arjun, who was still lying on the shoveler's lap just now and enjoying himself, was picked up again without warning and thrown onto the soft couch.

It opened a pair of blue eyes, meowed a few times, and watched He Qianwei's back gradually fade away and turn over on the couch.

Humans are really boring, it is better to sleep with a cat yourself.

He Qianwei didn't know that her image in Ah Qiong's eyes had changed and changed, but walked out of the Yaoguang Hall alone and walked towards the East Palace familiarly.

As the protagonist of the crown ceremony, Xiao Zaiyang has been dealing with officials of the Ministry of Rites all day long, and from time to time he has to be carried to the emperor to discuss the matter of getting drunk, and he is so busy that his feet don't touch the ground, and he has never met He Qianwei.

Only Ji Xiu still took the time to report to Yaoguang Hall every day, and he had to send a lot of things when he came back, from hairpins, sachets to bracelets, and finally even the comb grate inlaid with jade beads appeared in it, with obvious intentions.

Ji Xiu, who had guessed it a long time ago, was better, but Ruolan and the others went from habit to shock to ridicule, which became He Qianwei's little ease in recent days.

This time, she temporarily ran to find Xiao Zaiyang to testify, He Qianwei was also ready to wait in the East Palace for a long time, but as soon as she arrived at the gate of the East Palace, she collided with Ji Xiu.

Ji Xiu immediately smiled and happily welcomed He Qianwei in.

It's better to come early than to come by chance, He Qianwei pinched the time of this trip, and steadily caught up with the spare time that the prince's palace had finally equalized.

There is quite a kind of meaning that the heart is a little clear.

He Qianwei stepped into the main hall with a familiar car, Xiao Zaiyang was sitting in front of the bookcase and writing hard, when he saw He Qianwei, he raised a smile, raised his chin and nodded, signaling her to sit down and rest for a while.

When He Qianwei sat down nearby, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince also lowered his eyes and silently sped up, and soon dropped the brush in his hand, put it on the pen next to him, and Shi Shiran walked over.

He didn't rush to sit down next to him, but raised his hand to touch the hair on the top of He Qianwei's head, and said with a smile, "Why did it come so quickly? There's no need to rush it."

Ji Xiu didn't say a word, silently took out all the palace people who were still waiting in the palace, and even closed the door intimately.

It's similar to the situation in the notebook, when the young lady had a private meeting with a poor scholar.

He Qianwei's thoughts unconsciously deviated, and she was quickly pulled back by reason.

She shook her head in accordance with Xiao Zaiyang's movements, and a thin cloud of crimson appeared on her face: "Hmm...... That, actually, I met Ji Xiu at the gate of the East Palace......

Xiao Zaiyang was stunned: "I see, it's lonely." As he spoke, he teased again, "Why did that Qingqing suddenly come to the East Palace?"

「…… Missed me?"

When Xiao Zaiyang said this, the distance between him and He Qianwei was a little closer, and the heat between her breaths slowly wrapped around the tips of her ears, ambiguous to the extreme, but she adhered to etiquette.

He Qianwei instantly became dizzy.

She tried her best to keep her senses, tilted her head back, and said with a heart full of shame and broken jars: "...... I'll admit it, but —"

Before she finished speaking, He Qianwei couldn't make a sound anymore, but was pulled into her arms by Xiao Zaiyang, which hurt her head, and she heard the whispered murmur of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in a daze.

"Always...... I should have just said I was married."

Fortunately, Xiao Zaiyang also knew that He Qianwei suddenly visited, so he must have something important, so he no longer continued to tease her, but Shi Shiran sat next to him.

When He Qianwei just sat down, she quickly poured tea for herself, and Xiao Zaiyang didn't do it himself, but directly picked up the cup.

I just drank it!

He Qianwei's eyes widened, and she was just about to speak, but Xiao Zaiyang had already taken a sip faster, turned his head and looked at her curiously: "Usually Qingqing doesn't come when I have something to do, but now it's abnormal, isn't it for Wancheng's business?"

Well, it's too late, so let's pretend nothing happened.

He Qianwei didn't realize that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was deliberate, so she simply couldn't see it, no longer paid attention to the white jade cup, and nodded solemnly.

"Since Your Highness knows, I don't need to say more." She blew down her eyes, interlocked her fingers on her legs, and asked softly, "I wonder if Your Highness can make it clear whether the Wancheng Rebellion is related to the mastermind of the Xiaoyao Drunk case?"

I guessed it.

Xiao Zaiyang was stunned for a moment, but quickly reacted again and nodded with a smile.

"Ethan was secretly escorted into Beijing, and the man couldn't find his whereabouts, so he was in a hurry, so he simply broke the jar and broke it, planning to confuse the situation with the Xiongnu and plan for his escape."

It is not far from your own guesses.

The dangling boulder in He Qianwei's heart suddenly fell to the ground, and she breathed a sigh of relief.

There are countless soldiers on the border of Wancheng, and today it seems that they have adhered to the spirit and have not colluded with foreign enemies.

She unconsciously raised a relieved smile.

At this moment, there seemed to be something pulling the heartstrings and making a high sound, He Qianwei suddenly thought of a suspicious point, and subconsciously asked: "The Xiongnu and Daqi have been like fire and water for many years, how did the mastermind behind it gain the trust of the Huns?"

"My father and I were thinking about this before." Xiao Zaiyang's gaze deepened, his fingertips rubbed against the wall of the white jade cup, and he said softly, "What if—they have already been in contact, this time it's just another cooperation?"

「…… ......?"

The situation of the Great Apocalypse has gradually stabilized since he ascended the throne today, and there is very little turmoil, and if it is a matter that is big enough and has something to do with the Xiongnu at the same time-

"The raid on Wancheng back then, also had his handiwork?!"

He Qianwei was so anxious that she slapped the red sandalwood on the table.

Xiao Zaiyang seemed to be startled, hurriedly put down the white jade cup in his hand, held He Qianwei's hand and frowned and took a closer look: "It's okay to be angry, why bother making yourself uncomfortable?"

After this slap, He Qianwei used ten percent of her strength, and naturally realized the pain after realizing it, and her palms quickly became red.

She bared her teeth in pain, but she was so stubborn that she refused to retreat, but insisted on picking up the previous topic: "Your Highness, what you just said—"

"It's just a guess, not a real thing." Xiao Zaiyang carefully held He Qianwei's Rouyi, took out a jade bottle from his arms, uncorked the bottle and medicated her, and explained in a low voice, "My father sent someone to investigate the events of the year, but everyone thought that the Hun raid was improvised, and I am afraid that there will not be much evidence left, and I don't know if there can be any new discoveries."

He Qianwei bit her lower lip tightly and let Xiao Zaiyang medicate herself, not daring to say a word, for fear that she would leak her emotions when she opened her mouth.

Eight years ago, the tragic battle in Wancheng made countless soldiers bury their bones in the yellow sand, and He Qianwei's parents are both generals, and it is difficult to find even the bones, so they only hurriedly set up a clothed tomb.

Therefore, she went north to the capital, where she has grown quietly until now, exchanging hearts with Xiao Zaiyang, thinking that sooner or later she will be able to take revenge, but at this time she suddenly learned that what happened back then was very likely to be a man-made premeditation? !

She didn't even know how to deal with that fact.

Xiao Zaiyang understood He Qianwei's mood in his heart, so he just silently finished administering the medicine for her, and touched the little girl's head with his clean hand.

The accumulation of deep hatred in the sea of blood and piles of blood can make people easily get out of it with a few fluttering words.

He didn't say anything futile to comfort, but only whispered: "No matter what the truth was back then, it will not be buried, and the mastermind behind the scenes will not want to get out."

"Neither my father nor I want to give up, Qingqing must think so too, so-"

"When I finish the weak crown ceremony, and you are also in time, the arrangements in the capital should be prepared, and at that time, let's go back to Wancheng together."

Words are the most hurtful and weakest blades, I don't speak softly with you to appease you, I just want to go to the battlefield together and prove my determination with my actions.

Whatever I promised you, it should be fulfilled.

Xiao Zaiyang did not lie to He Qianwei.

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