Zhan Xinglan's words instantly gave Fu Yuexin a glimmer of hope.

"Really?"

"Naturally, take it seriously. However, there is a small matter I would like to ask Concubine Xian and Seventh Sister for help."

Fu Yuexin sniffed, her crimson face full of doubts.

"What's the matter?"

Recently, there has been a lot of quarrel in the court over which prince will organize the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet.

Emperor Jing raised his forehead and looked at the courtiers with his mouth open and closed, only to feel that these voices were buzzing in his head, which made people's heads big.

"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, as the prince, should take on the responsibility of organizing the night banquet." Chinese Net

"His Royal Highness King Keling has always been calm and capable, and he has meritorious achievements, so he is the safest candidate to operate."

"All nations are coming to the court, what a big event, His Royal Highness King Ling is still young, it is more appropriate for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince to handle it."

"When did I learn to be talented by age? His Royal Highness King Ling has the talent to be in charge, so naturally His Royal Highness King Ling should shoulder this responsibility."

"In previous years, the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet was organized by Her Royal Highness the Queen, and Presumably Her Royal Highness the Crown Prince has been familiar with it, and it is more convenient to handle it. His Royal Highness King Ling used to have inconvenient legs, and he has always lacked interest in these banquets, and he is certainly not as handy as His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

"That's enough!"

Emperor Jing stopped drinking, and the hall was suddenly silent.

"You Aiqing have been arguing for many days, but there is no result in the quarrel. The Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet is related to my long-cherished cold country and national dignity, although the prince is the prince, but in the end he lacks experience. King Ling behaved decently, calmly and capably, but he was still young. It's better to let King Ling take charge and the prince assist, and work together to organize the Mid-Autumn Festival Night Banquet."

The courtiers quarreled over this for several days, but they never expected that the final result would be like this.

However, Emperor Jing is more partial to whom, which is already on the bright side.

"Prince, King Ling, can you agree?"

"The minister is willing to work together with the prince to organize a night banquet."

Fu Xuanlin took the lead in expressing his attitude.

In fact, he roughly expected this to be the result.

Emperor Jing is now quite dissatisfied with Empress Yue and the crown prince, but due to the support and support of many old ministers, Emperor Jing is not able to entrust the affairs to him Fu Xuanlin.

In addition, when all the countries come to the court, if there are any rumors that the prince has changed, it is difficult to guarantee that other countries will not be ready to move.

Therefore, it is the best way for the two of them to have a main and a secondary.

"So, what does the prince think?"

"The minister is willing to help King Ling organize the night banquet, and he will not worry his father."

Fu Tingxuan's gloomy eyes were full of unwillingness.

Obviously, he is the prince, and he is the rightful prince of the Han country, but he can only be a small foil by Fu Xuanlin's side, how can he be willing.

But Emperor Jing's will has been made, and he is not qualified to say no.

In the next two days, Fu Xuanlin took over the *** who organized the night banquet as quickly as possible.

With Fu Xuanlin's command, the palace was also busy in an orderly manner.

But no matter how busy Fu Xuanlin is, he will find free time to find Zhan Xinglan every day.

As long as he saw Zhan Xinglan, he could sweep away all the tiredness.

In the words of Zhan Xinglan later, she is Fu Xuanlin's heart.

Only when she is still beating, Fu Xuanlin can live and have unlimited motivation.

But Zhan Xinglan was not idle.

She asked Fu Xuanlin to hand over a handwritten letter to Zhan Mobei, and received a reply from Fu Xuanlin the next day.

"My sister opened it herself.

Second brother, I, I have already sent a letter of repair to Fan Mad about what you said, but the road is far away, and I am afraid that it will take some time to get the news. Lan'er must be patient, don't rush your second brother and me like a rush. Good job."

Zhan Xinglan looked at the scribbled handwriting on the letter, and could almost imagine what the expression on Zhan Mobei's face was when he wrote the letter.

"There are four words between the lines, it seems that the second brother has been very busy recently

Ahh

She sniffed the faint scent in the air, and suddenly realized that it was coming from an envelope.

So she put the envelope under her nose and sniffed it.

"Sure enough, it's the smell of this thing, but why is this smell so familiar?"

Zhan Xinglan thought about it, and the more she thought about it, the more she felt that she had smelled this smell somewhere.

"That's right! This is the usual scented powder flavor of Xi Chen." Zhan Xinglan suddenly realized, "Oh, you have to want me to disturb you, it's because I'm afraid that I'll disturb their two-person world."

Zhan Xinglan made up a string of beautiful scenery in Zhan Mobei and Gao Xichen in the military camp.

But the truth is very different from what she thought.

"Captain Zhan! How many times have I said that this weapon cannot be used to roast meat!"

Gao Xi looked for a wisp of white smoke and found Zhanmobei, who was feasting.

Zhan Mobei held a halberd and tore at the leg of lamb that was inserted on it.

He saw Gao Xichen coming violently, and hurriedly threw the halberd on the fire that had been extinguished.

"Whoa, whoa."

"Eat! Just know how to eat! Hurry up, hurry up! Take it!"

Zhan Mobei kicked the soldier who was still gnawing meat on the side.

"Zhan Mobei, these weapons are also created by the foundry, not for you to use for barbecue!"

"Ahem, you go down first."

The soldiers who were still cleaning up on the side hurriedly ran away with the oily halberd.

They didn't want to fall victim to these two great ancestors' fighting methods.

Without outsiders present, Zhan Mobei immediately said with some grievances: "I said high school captain, I'm your boss anyway, can you save me some face?"

"Who told you to take a weapon and roast meat to eat?"

Gao Xi glanced at him.

"Captain Zhan, I know that the weapons in the barracks can't be compared to the weapons you treasure in the Qingfeng Tower. But these halberds are used to train soldiers, and you can't do that even if you don't look good."

"Okay, okay, I know, not anymore."

"You'd better do what you say. Next time, I'll put you on a halberd and throw it over the fire to roast."

Gao Xi's long bundle of cloud hair fluttered in the breeze, and his cheeks bulging with anger turned out to be a little cute.

It's just that her expression seems to be mixed with some other emotions.

Zhan Mobei saw that she was relieved, so he smiled grimly: "Don't worry, there will never be a next time."

Gao Xichen glanced at him, and immediately took out a letter from his waist and threw it into his arms.

"Someone just came to send you a letter, I guess it was written to you by your little lover outside, look at it for yourself."

After speaking, Gao Xichen pouted and left with a jealous face.

"Little, little lover? Which one? How did I not know?"

Zhan Mobei looked puzzled.

When I picked up the letter, it read "Wulang Mobei Qinqi".

Take a closer look, this handwriting is clearly Zhan Xinglan's handwriting.

"Good little fox! I'm going to push your brother up the blade!"

The more he thought about the letter, the more angry he became.

is so decent, why was the letter delivered to her, it must have been the little lover in Zhanmobei who deliberately gave her a horse.

The little girls have a lot of work to do these years, and God knows what kind of goblin Zhan Mobei has fallen in love with.

Gao Xi walked to his own camp with a lawsuit.

The soldiers who met along the way saw her like that and immediately retreated.

This Gao Xichen used to be mixed in the barracks as Gao Xi, and he was as soft as a little sheep.

But since he was named the captain of Zhiguo by Emperor Jing himself, Gao Xichen has deeply impressed all the people in the barracks with his expertise in the field of weapons.

However, there are also those who do not take it upon themselves to provoke Gao Xichen.

The end result is to be swept away

Out of the gate of the Xishan barracks.

Since then, everyone has had great respect for Gao Xichen.

"Seeing that Captain Gao is angry, I really don't know who dares to provoke Captain Gao, it's really bold."

"Who else can there be but Captain Zhan? However, Captain Zhan is also the boss of the high school captain, and he is managed like a third grandson every day. You said that Captain Zhan shouldn't be a captain of the university?"

Two soldiers whispered.

But because he was too gossipy, he didn't see the road clearly, and he ran into Zhanmobei head-on.

"Zhan, Captain Zhan? We're joking, don't take it seriously."

Zhan Mobei looked at them coldly, "Are you done training, just talk about your boss here, why don't you go to training quickly!"

"Yes, yes, Captain Zhan, don't be angry, let's leave immediately."

The two of them fled in the wilderness, thinking to themselves: What kind of day is today, the two living ancestors are so temperamental.

Zhan Mobei held the letterhead and strode towards Gao Xichen's tent.

But just as he was only one step away from the tent, he stopped.

"That, Gao Xichen, are you there?"

"No!"

"Can you still talk when you're not there?"

"You don't care about me! If you have anything to say, say quickly, I'm not feeling well, I'm going to sleep!"

"What are you sleeping in broad daylight, I have something to tell you, I'm coming in."

There was silence inside.

Zhan Mobei raised his eyebrows, knowing that Gao Xichen agreed.

Only then did he pull his collar and step into Gao Xichen's tent with confidence.

Passing through the screen, I saw Gao Xi hanging his head and drawing a sketch of a weapon.

"Why don't you come to me with your little lover to complain to each other?"

"I don't have any little lover, this letter was written by Lan'er."

Hearing this, Gao Xichen looked up at the envelope handed by Zhan Mobei.

This handwriting is indeed Zhan Xinglan's.

But what is this called。。。。。。

Gao Xichen glanced at him, and said with vinegar, "Maybe your little lover's handwriting is the same as Xinglan's."

"What little lady would dare to like someone like me. If you don't believe it, see for yourself."

Zhan Mobei stretched the letter forward again.

Gao Xi saw that Zhan Mobei's sincere face didn't look like he was lying, so he took the envelope.

When I opened it, it was not a sweet and greasy love story.

"The affairs of the seventh princess must be completed before the Mid-Autumn Festival night banquet, the second brother has worked hard, and after the matter is completed, the little sister will thank the second brother with a whip."

"It's really Xinglan's letter."

Gao Xichen's hanging heart sank, and the displeasure on his face immediately faded.

"What does this letter say, 'What does the matter of the Seven Princesses?'"

Zhan Mobei sat down and took out another letter from his arms.

However, the title of this letter is much more normal.

Gao Xichen was shocked after a cursory look.

"Xinglan wants King Bomi to respect the seventh princess as the Empress Dowager Bomi? King Kebomi's biological mother was the wife of the former king, and of course he respected his late mother as the queen mother."

"This seventh princess has been the queen of the continuation of King Pomixian for several years, and now she is forced to marry Fan Mad as the princess, and she is extremely reluctant in her heart. Lan'er thought of a way to let Fan Mad respect the Seventh Princess as the Queen Mother, so that His Majesty and those courtiers could not force the Seventh Princess to marry again to the Bomi Kingdom."

"If the Seventh Princess is honored as the Empress Dowager of Bomi, then won't she have to return to Bomi again?"

"I told Fan Mad in the letter that the Seventh Princess suffered a series of accidents in Bomi, and was sent back to the court as an abandonment, and she really didn't want to go back to the sad place, so she wanted to stay in the cold country for the rest of her life."

"The Seventh Princess is really pitiful, but she is only in her twenties, and she has encountered so many ups and downs."

Gao Xichen sighed for a while, she was also a woman, and like Zhan Xinglan, she was deeply sympathetic to the experience of the Seventh Princess.

"You know everything, and I have a question I'd like to ask you right now."

"What's the problem?"

Zhan Mobei suddenly approached Gao Xiyan's face and stared at her playfully.

"Were you jealous just now?"