On the day of the Mid-Autumn Festival, a table was set up in the courtyard in the middle of the mountain in Yanyunjing, where there were hares hunted by Li Dazhuang and others when they were patrolling the mountains, as well as "filial piety" sent by Fan Du and some subordinate officials of Yongzhou.

There is a warm pot on the table, the mushroom soup in the pot tastes very fragrant, the venison slices are very thin, and various dishes are placed on the table.

A few days ago, Wan Jinlan ordered someone to buy a lot of supplies from the town, and the smell of barbecue on Yanyun Trail was very strong, but alcohol was not allowed today.

The bright moon hangs high, and the coolness in the mountains is a little more abundant than outside. After eating and drinking a few glasses of wine with Anyang, Wan Jinlan went to the hot spring again.

The reply letter sent by Xiao Feng arrived in her hands yesterday, and the war in Linrong was very smooth, and he would be able to return with someone in a few days. Inevitably, An Yang thought about it a lot, and she also informed her of the contents of the letter.

Sitting in front of the dressing mirror, Chun Tao twisted her hair, and after wringing it dry, she applied a layer of Western rose head oil, smelling this smell, Chun Tao said: "The maid thinks that this smell is better than the taste of real sandalwood oil in Beijing, and the fragrance of this thing from the Western Regions is very unique." ”

This oil and the wine he drank before were all gifts from Jia Mo, which was sent to Liangzhou by Xiao Mingjin, and his brother sent them here.

"The master hasn't taken the pills at night, and the maid has oil on his hands, so I'll pour water and take medicine for you after I wash it." Chun Tao said and went out.

Wan Jinlan applied facial ointment to his face in the mirror, the steady and powerful footsteps came from far and near, the movements of Wan Jinlan's hands stopped, and when he turned around, he saw Xiao Feng, who was dressed in armor, stepping into the inner room.

When Xiao Feng entered, he saw that she was dressed in a snow-colored middle coat, with long black and shiny hair draped behind her, lining her bare skin with frost and snow. He knew that she was good-looking, and his heart throbbed more than before at this time.

Wan Jinlan got up and walked in front of him, the surprise on his face froze on his face after he stretched out his palm to block it between the two.

"Husband?" She was puzzled.

Xiao Feng said: "I haven't bathed for a few days, it's dirty. ”

He should have cleaned up before coming in, but he really wanted to see her.

Wan Jinlan said: "I'll ask Chun Tao to prepare water for you." ”

Xiao Feng soaked in the room for a long time, and after getting up, he shaved the green stubble that grew clean.

When he came out, Wan Jinlan was already waiting with the cloth catty. Chun Tao knew that the prince did not let the maid serve close to him, and after preparing the things, he retreated to the outside room to wait for the dispatch.

Wan Jinlan twisted Xiao Feng's hair, and he hugged him on his lap, she pushed him, "The bedclothes are wet." ”

Xiao Feng sniffed deeply in her neck, and the kiss fell behind her ear, "You don't want me?" ”

She actually heard a little grievance from it, her heart was sour, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and leaned her head up.

After some tossing, her snow-white shoulders were exposed, and her slender snow-white neck was in his hand, fragile as if it was broken, and he accidentally swept off the mirror on the dresser, making a crisp sound.

Chun Tao didn't know what was going on inside, and when she walked to the door and heard the strange voice of the master, she looked at it, her face instantly turned red, and she hurriedly retreated.

Xiao Feng ignored her wet hair and picked her up and went to the couch.

She sat up with a red face, put on her bedclothes, and then called for Chun Tao to bring in a basin of water.

When Chun Tao came in with water, her face was redder than her, and she didn't dare to look in the direction of the two of them.

Both of them washed their hands, Wan Jinlan tried his best to ignore what had just happened, and looked at his hair again, it was all half-dry, and there was no need to twist it.

Wan Jinlan took him a coat and put it on, and Xiao Feng consciously sat in front of the window.

She called Chun Tao in again and changed into a silk fur.

Xiao Feng hadn't had a good rest in the past few days, and when he got into bed again, he held her in front of him, and soon fell asleep.

King Su and Xiao Feng agreed that whoever broke through Kyoto first would be the master, and all the subordinates of the other party should be properly settled.

Xiao Feng responded, but he didn't think about losing, let alone serving anyone else.

The troubles of Beirong have been solved, and a sailor trained by King Su has also achieved a small success, and the army has pressed the border, and above the Jingshui, the sailors of the imperial court have retreated to only fifty miles away from Kyoto.

Xiao Feng had already controlled the sailors of the imperial court in the past, and he was quite familiar with the various waterway checkpoints in Kyoto, Yanyun Pass was only 300 miles from Kyoto, and after taking the Yiyang Ferry, Chen Bing's 150,000 troops arrived in Kyoto in early September.

In the Zichen Palace, the little emperor sat at a loss under the imperial case, looking at Emperor Jian'an, who was gloomy and coughing up blood, and the ministers with panicked faces, he asked in a childish voice: "Grandpa Huang, are the traitors going to come in?" ”

Emperor Jian'an's expression was gloomy, there were red bloodshots in his eyes, and he casually threw the inkstone at hand, "Shut up for me!" ”

As he spoke, he coughed.

The little emperor was timid in his eyes, he wanted to cry but could only hold back, her mother was not there, her grandmother was not there, and no one was his support in this palace.

"Go and put the people of the Zhenguo Mansion on the tower."

A month ago, the people of the Zhenguo Mansion were secretly pressed into the heavenly prison, because they were useful hostages, not only related to Liangzhou, but also to the southwest, even if they entered the heavenly prison, they were not ordinary prisoners.

Lao Guogong has many old friends in the court, and the family can still eat clean meals in prison.

On the palace road, Commander Zhang and Guan Yanghou walked side by side.

"Commander Zhang, the old prince has been fighting horses all his life, do you really want to press him to the front of the battle? The Zhenguo Mansion guards the southwest for the country, and its merits are notorious, is it difficult to end up like this? ”

Commander Zhang's expression was as usual, "We military generals should be loyal to the emperor. ”

Guan Yanghou shook his head and sighed: "It's just that as a military general, I can't see the Gongfu family fall to such a point." He did not die at the hands of his enemies, but at the hands of his own people. ”

Commander Zhang was silent.

The military general should be loyal to the country, and should be loyal to the emperor, it is the best ending to be able to come back from the battlefield alive in his life, and to die on the battlefield to protect the people of his family and country, it is also a worthy death, but if he dies in the hands of his own people, whose fault is this aggrieved death?

Guan Yanghou patted Commander Zhang's shoulder, "Don't think about yourself, you should also think about your family, it is rumored that Xiao Feng, the king of Qi, has developed a divine weapon in his army, and if he goes down, the mountain can be shattered..."

As if in response to Guan Yanghou's words, a loud "boom" resounded in the night of Kyoto, and the sound was like a dull thunder falling from the sky.

At the same time, the north of Kyoto City was in flames, and King Su's army also began to attack the city, and the shouting of killing shook the sky for a while.

Emperor Jian'an sat in the Zichen Hall with a gloomy expression, the sound in the night had already reached his ears, and the frustration of his heart was powerless, so that he could not send a word.

At this point, it seemed that he couldn't do anything but wait for them to come in and crusade against him.

His countenance was even more disgraced.

See what I wrote? So obscure, I admire myself (=^^=)

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