In the study, leaning on the candlelight to hold the letter, the candlelight swaying and dancing, the pavilion wall printed with the figure fluttering, looking sideways to check the letter, thick eyebrows like a sword, the river forehead Yu Shen, the letter was dyed into ashes in the candlelight, tied a cloak to take the lamp, stepped into the thick black curtain, walked in the quiet path and listened to the wind, only to feel that autumn has come frequently.

"Khan, the autumn breeze is cool, let's go back to the house."

"Go down." The faint voice revealed an irresistible majesty, and the guy retreated resignedly.

Geldan Zeling looked at the moonlight hanging high, and couldn't help but think of his own blood in the past few years, and sketched a mirage that does not eat the fireworks of the world on the brocade of the rivers and mountains, and built glory and reputation with the corpse, and finally, he sat on this dragon jade chair, the cool breeze through the window accompanied by the left and right, the red pen swayed the ink, all day long, he was dedicated to this status, leaving behind his children's love, and now, all the time is missing.

A black shadow flashed beside him, and he shook his head, and then said with a gloomy eye: "Say." ”

"According to the information from the palace, Prince Yi is now in charge of the production of weapons for the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the products produced are also all-encompassing, from nailing to casting cannons, I heard that there are 100 sub-mother cannons made now."

"I heard?" Ce Ling sneered.

"Then I also heard that Yongzheng is letting Yue Zhongqi train privately, what do you say about this news."

"The Khan spares his life." The man in black was already covered in a cold sweat, and fell to his knees at the moment.

"Spare your life, go around you, whoever spares me, who spares our people! I'll let you inquire about it, and I want exact information, not heard! ”

"Khan, in less than ten days, the little one will give you the exact news." The man in black almost didn't kowtow at the bottom.

Ce Ling glanced at the person who was kneeling on the ground, and it was also the person who had been with him for a long time, and he was also a little unbearable, and said, "Get up and ask." ”

"Xie Khan!"

"What is the current situation in the palace?"

"Tomorrow, Yongzheng will go to Saiwai, and he will be accompanied by several of his favorite concubines and his two sons."

"Outside the plug, how many days?"

"There's no definite news on this."

The moon was half blocked by a burst of dark clouds, and the moonlight became a little hazy, and Ce Ling's face was covered with black.

"Send someone to follow, don't be exposed."

"Yes."

"And there's more."

"Its wooden lattice has been elevated to a permanent presence, but the higher it goes, the more it gets in the way."

"Let her do it on her own, and don't be too ostentatious, if she gets angry, it's not a good thing."

"Yes."

"Stand down."

"Wait!"

"Khan, what else do you command?"

"You just said that you were accompanied by his two sons?"

"Exactly."

The affirmative reply woke up Ce Ling for a while, and he forgot for a moment that there were still people standing beside him.

"Khan?"

"Huh?" was lost in an instant, but fortunately, under the shroud of the night, he was not exposed too much, and soon returned to normal, and said: "In a few days, I will go to the capital." ”

"Khan, you have just taken the throne, I'm afraid it's a little inappropriate to go now, not to mention, we don't know what conspiracy that old thing Yongzheng is planning."

Glancing at the leaves on the ground, Celzero turned around, and said softly, "When do I need your advice?" ”

The man in black is kneeling again at the moment, he himself is ignorant all of a sudden, the khan wants to be alone, and he also has his own decisions, decisiveness and ruthlessness are the characteristics of the khan.

Towards the flowers, the years are traceless, the green mountains are long, the generations are extended, the years have passed, the past has been soaked in the spring water and the autumn wind blows, the lead has already been washed away, the water is clear, the ups and downs are a few degrees, looking back at the sea, the end of time, gathering and scattering sometimes, the only thing he regrets is that he did not hold her, the world is impermanent, the vicissitudes of the sea, the soldiers and horses are chaotic and have never been afraid, ruthless and heartless, step by step, who knows what his mind is? Lan'er, how are you now.