"Helan Zhuo, I don't want to." This is the first time Song Zhi has rejected He Lanzhuo, and a year ago, she would definitely agree without hesitation. She was willing to go up and down the sea of fire for the man in front of her, even if she poured out her heart and lungs, in exchange for only use and deception.

"You've only been with him for a year, and you're going to be so indifferent to me? Zhi'er, don't treat me like this, I'll be left alone, please, don't leave me. He Lanzhuo almost in a pleading tone, his right hand carefully pulled up Song Zhi's sleeve.

In fact, Song Zhi knew in his heart that he could make the man in front of him speak low because the person in his family was putting pressure on him, and the injury on this body must have come from that person's hand.

"Helan Zhuo, you asked me not to leave you. But what about me? You sent me in when my heart was full of eyes and you alone, and when I was tormented and came to you for help, what about you? You didn't do anything, just let me blindly tolerate and humble, I'm also a person! I'm a living person! Song Zhi couldn't help but feel a grievance when he said it, his nose was sour, and his tone was slightly choked.

"I'm sorry...."

"It's useless Helan Zhuo, it's too late, and our fate is over." Song Zhi ruthlessly shook off He Lanzhuo's hand and took a step back.

Seeing that Song Zhi was so resolute, Helan Zhuo stopped pleading, retracted his humble tone, bowed his head and said, "Really.... Is it not possible? ”

"Nope."

"Okay, Helan wishes the concubine a safe and smooth life, but we will see you again."

On this day, Zhao Yichen summoned Qiming, Xu Xingzhi and others in the library building.

In the dark room of the library building, there is a newly drawn topographic map.

"Your Majesty, the minister received a request for help from Zhou Wenzhi the day before yesterday." Qiming took out a recital sheet from his arms and presented it to Zhao Yichen.

Zhao Yichen just glanced at it, and his gaze refocused on the topographic map.

At the same time, Qingyue asked Song Zhi about the war in the Yilan Palace, "Are we going to fight?" ”

In recent days, conscription notices have been plastered all over the streets, and they can be seen everywhere, and many times they have announced that Qiming and Qiu Jue have entered the palace, coming and going, and the palace people are wondering if there is an upcoming big war.

Song Zhi just snorted, and continued to look at the account books in his hand.

"It is said that Zhou Wenzhi Zhou's envoy submitted a request for help to His Majesty, do you say that Your Majesty will save him at this juncture?" Qingyue asked again curiously.

"This week, the envoy said before his father died of illness that Zhang Zongping would rebel in the future, and now it has really come true, and His Majesty will not care." Song Zhi put down the account book, picked up a wolf pen, dipped it in some water, and drew a few terrains on the table.

"Zhang Zongping has now occupied Tanzhou and is approaching Langzhou, while Jingnan and Hunan are located in the Yangtze River, adjacent to the north and south, and are important nodes."

Qingyue didn't quite understand what Song Zhi meant, so she could only stare at her with a pair of eyes.

Song Zhi smiled, put away the wolf's hair, and pointed to a clearing.

In the library building, Zhao Yichen threw the mark to the same place as Song Zhi pointed out.

The two said the same thing.

"Take advantage of the false way to destroy the enemy, first to Jingnan, and then to Hunan, killing two birds with one stone."

War is imminent, Zhao Yichen has not stepped into the harem for a long time, and then the palace is surging.

Song Zhi had a very light sleep, and today he was persuaded by Qingyue to drink the tranquilizing soup and finally be able to sleep.

Suddenly, a man in black entered the Yilan Hall in the dark.

The moonlight sprinkled on the floor of the room, and the man in black took advantage of the night to take out a dagger from behind him, and a reflection flashed across Song Zhi's face.

She woke up immediately, but did not get up.

When the man in black approached, the dagger was about to pierce Song Zhi's right eye, but her eyelashes trembled slightly, grabbed the hand of the man in black, turned over and pressed it under his crotch.

"Who are you?" Song Zhi ripped off the face mask of the man in black, it was someone she had never seen before.

The man in black spat at Song Zhiquench, "You are treacherous and traitorous for glory, I am here to clean up for the Helan family." ”

"Girl, I have already made it very clear to your master, in the future, he will take his Yangguan Road, and I will cross my single-plank bridge, and how do you know that the treacherous person is me and not him?" Song Zhi had roughly understood this person's intentions, and she didn't want to kill him.

The man in black was stunned, and wanted to make up for the loss again.

Song Zhi flexibly dodged away, and once again deepened the strength to restrain her, "If you are bent on dying, I can go out and shout immediately, and see if you are running fast, or the arrows of the Royal Forest Army are fast?" ”

The man in black thought for a moment, broke free of Song Zhi's hand, and ran towards the back door of Yilan Palace.

Coincidentally, Zhao Yichen suddenly walked into the Yilan Hall today.

Since Song Zhi saw the person pretending to be her mother dead, she hadn't seen Zhao Yichen for about three or four months.

Both tacitly did not mention each other, and seemed to be digesting an inexplicable emotion.

Seeing him again today, Song Zhi found that he was thinner and haggard than before, and the dark green under his eyes looked very tired.

"Your Majesty, peace of mind." Song Zhi saluted him, and after entering the palace for a year, Song Zhi's demeanor became more dignified, and there was no trace of life in the desert.

Zhao Yichen answered, and walked past Song Zhichao on the bed.

Today, the same scene, but the mood of both has changed.

However, Song Zhi still couldn't forget that Zhao Yichen was condescending to her, and with that indifferent look, he ordered her not to fall asleep with him.

Hurt is hurt, the wound will scab and heal, but the heart will not.

"Are you still comfortable handling palace affairs in Japan?" Zhao Yichen was lying on the bed, his voice a little hoarse.

"Back to Your Majesty, everything is fine." Song Zhiyuan wanted to sit at the table, but when he heard Zhao Yichen ask, he got up and saluted again.

A silence ensued.

Thinking that Zhao Yichen had sent Qiming, Qiu Jue and others to march into Jingnan before, but now there has been no military report for a long time, she was also a little worried, and took the initiative to ask, "Are General Qi and General Qiu Xiao okay in Jingnan?" ”

Zhao Yichen didn't expect Song Zhi to ask like this, and he was a little surprised, but he still replied with some patience, "The military report has just been sent to the palace, and Qiming secretly sneaked a thousand light horsemen to capture Jiangcheng and force Jingnan to surrender." ”

In just a few words, the months-long campaign ended.

Zhao Yichen turned over after speaking, and seemed to be very tired.

Just as he closed his eyes, he suddenly felt a damp patch on the futon.

Through the moonlight, I realized that it was bloodstains.

"You're hurt?"

Song Zhi didn't quite understand, and when he heard Zhao Yichen say this, he realized that there was some faint pain in his lower abdomen.

Looking down, the blood had fed the vegan shirt.

Song Zhi looked at his lower abdomen, then at Zhao Yichen, and scratched his head embarrassedly, "I don't know when I was injured." ”