She will leave for Beijing early tomorrow morning, and she has made up her mind to go out of the palace for two years, and she doesn't know when she will meet again.

Ning Xun said "um", walked in front of the pool, pulled her hand away and took a look-the side of her neck was only slightly red, and there were no tooth marks. He gently rubbed it for her and whispered, "I'll go to the barracks to have a look." ”

Zhichi nodded, and he raised his eyebrows: "That's it?" ”

After a pause, he said tentatively: "Your Highness...... Go early and come back early? ”

He laughed, bowed his head and kissed her on the brow before turning and walking out.

Watching Ning Xun walk away, Changle was amazed, "You can't really pour some ecstasy soup into the imperial brother, right?" ”

It was cold outside, so the pond poured her a bowl of hot ginger tea and handed it over to her: "Oh, ecstasy soup, the princess drinks it while it's hot." ”

She didn't hold back her smile for a while, "That's it, don't say that Brother Huang, even if I face you like this every day, I will lose my soul." ”

Knowing that she would leave tomorrow, he remembered Ruan Yuanxiu's coming, so he asked, "What are the plans of the princess when she goes back?" ”

She stirred the ginger tea in her hand twice, and when she talked about business, Fang Cai's smile faded: "I thought about it, and when I went back, I invited myself to go to the Taoist temple to practice and avoid the limelight for a few years." ”

The title pool was stunned, "Is it the princess's own meaning?" ”

Changle nodded, and she asked again: "Does Lord Ruan know?" ”

Changle and Ruan Yuan already knew about this matter, and they were only waiting for a layer of window paper to be pierced first.

Could it be that Ruan Yuanxiu is still obsessed with his work and refuses to be this colt?

"You don't have to tell him in advance. When I return to the palace to report to my father, I will ask my father in front of him. ”

She smiled, "I know what he's planning, but it doesn't work." ”

"He is my envoy to send his relatives, and his team has been cut off from the court for so long, and in the end, he can't get married, and when he goes back, he asks his father to marry - even if his father agrees, the word will definitely not sound good."

"The crowd is golden, and it hurts not only Princess Changle's reputation, but also his."

When she first met Ruan Yuanxiu, she knew his ambitions. He has a great chest and wants to leave a name in history, so how can she bear to trap him in the pen and ink of jokes and ridicule in later generations with a marriage.

He lowered his gaze and sighed slowly. Changle was thoughtful, so that there was nothing more to consol.

She originally thought that when their class teacher returned to Beijing, she would be able to hear the good news about her and Ruan Yuanxiu.

Changle held the hand of the title, patted the back of her hand, and comforted the title in turn: "It's nothing, there is no fate, isn't there too much in this world, and I am not alone." ”

"Besides, maybe I'll go to meditation and practice for two years, and then I won't think about it anymore when I return to the palace."

But the two are obviously of the same mind, why can't they be connected?

Sending Changle away, the wind picked up outside.

The north wind howled, stirring up the sky to darken early.

Waiting for Ning Xun to come back, he pulled a thin wool blanket and covered his body, looked at the military books on the shelf, and dozed off unconsciously-Xu is because of Changle's affairs, she has relatives, and it is easy to dream when her heart is serious.

There is a faint smoke in front of the eyes, so that people can't see everything in front of them. The sound of chanting was accompanied by the sound of wooden fish, but if you listen carefully, you can't really hear it.

She only saw someone walking in slowly, stopping far away, as if reciting a Buddha name, "Since Your Majesty has no Buddha in his heart, no matter how many lamps he lights up, it may be in vain." ”

She turned to look in the direction the man was speaking, and saw a figure in the shadows.

Your Majesty? She was thinking in a chaotic way, who is the saint lighting the lantern for?

Maybe she had been staring at the figure for too long, and her eyes were a little sour. The man seemed to bow for a moment, then turned towards her.

Her heart throbbed, and she tried to see the man's face. But at the moment when the man turned around, there was a bright light in front of him, and he couldn't help but open his eyes-

A hand was in front of her, obscuring the light of the candle.

She subconsciously grabbed the hand in front of her and raised her eyes to look at the person in front of her.

"Stuck again?" Ning Xun hugged her and sat up, "When did you fall asleep, I don't know how to go to the couch." ”

Military affairs were complicated, and he came back a little late, and when he saw from afar that there was no light in the house, he thought something was wrong.

The chime has not collected her mind for a while, looking at him in a daze, Xu was stabbed by the light, her eyes were full of tears, and with a blink of a light, a big drop fell down.

Ning Xun's breathing was chaotic for a moment, "What did you dream about, crying like this?" ”

He pounced on him violently, hugged him tightly by instinct, and was coaxed by him in a low voice for a long time before he gradually woke up.

She didn't really do this dream just now, and she had forgotten it in the blink of an eye, and the only thing she remembered clearly was the sentence "in vain".

Ning Xun saw that her face was gradually getting a little bloody, so she breathed a sigh of relief, and picked up the steaming mutton soup from the table next to her, "It's lighter, how much to drink?" ”

She always loves nightmares, and she should find the imperial doctor to take a look after returning to Beijing and recuperate carefully.

The pond took it and drank a whole bowl of minced meat soup according to his words. Although it didn't fit her mouth very well, it was so hot that when she ate it, most of the depression in her chest immediately dissipated.

It's only half of it, and her heart is still heavy.

Thinking about it, there were no peace talks in his previous life, and Changle never made peace, and Ning Xun was delayed in northern Xinjiang for nearly half a year after his expedition - half because of the war, and the other half because of recuperation. Although he did not return to Beijing, as far as she saw later, his injuries should have been not light.

This back and forth, when he returned to Beijing, he lost the opportunity.

And now, going around and around is not much different from the situation back then.

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Chapter 91

◎ If he asks her, he will definitely do it first. ◎

Thinking of Heqin, Zhichi suddenly remembered something, turned his head and asked Ning Xun: "The portrait of Princess Changle is also Shen-" She changed her words in time, "Did the prince lay out the long line in advance to force His Royal Highness to leave Beijing?"

On the same day, the Khitan envoy bluntly said in the court that the third prince only "vowed" not to marry if he saw the portrait.

Ning Xun glanced at her, "Shen Che? No matter how crazy he is, he doesn't dare to do it. ”

He was not unsuspicious at first, but there was more than one way to stop the peace talks and force him to go on the expedition, first pushing a favored princess out to make peace, and then designing to kill her, not only did it be redundant, but the line was too long and there were too many variables, and it was easy to be caught in the wrong place.

"Why did you suddenly remember to ask this?" He sighed, "It sounds strange, but the portrait is a coincidence. ”

On the same day, the Khitan envoy mentioned the portrait, which made the emperor angry, although he did not attack on the spot, but later he also ordered someone to check, and the emperor personally stared at it, but still did not find out half of the clues - in the end, Changle was also a whim that day, so he urged Yu Chuan to get the portrait at that time, and by mistake he bumped into the calligraphy and painting that was about to be carried into the car.

For some reason, knowing that it was a coincidence, she was even more bottomless in her heart.

Ning Xun thought that she had seen Changle and was uneasy, so he circled her in front of him and explained: "It is much better for Changle to go to the Taoist temple than to stay in the palace. It's just to avoid the limelight for two years, and when this matter fades away, and when it comes to the right reason, it will be taken out. ”

The title pool was silent, she naturally knew that the palace would not be peaceful in the past two years, and Changle would be farther away, but it would be quieter.

Compared with Changle, she is more worried about Ning Xun at the moment. She asked him almost without expectation: "His Royal Highness the saint ordered Princess Changle to intercept it, and now that the person has received it, when will His Highness be able to return to Beijing?" ”

"Lonely is also a prince, and going back quietly at this time will damage Da Zhou's face." Ning Xun flicked her loose hair to the side, "You can only fight one game, until the Khitan retreats." Or when the Emperor feels it's time to summon me back. ”

The rank pool lowered his gaze, and the sage summoned Ning Xun back, I am afraid that there is only one possibility - because he is afraid of him, he wants to take back the military power. So at the end of the day, it's still a win.

But it's not so easy to win.

She heard Ning Xun say that Song Xuan was a rare general, but under the suspicion of the saint, he was put up obstacles at various levels, and all he could do was to defend Yunfeng City without losing it.

With the saint's suspicion of Ning Xun, he would only face more obstacles. It is no wonder that every time Ning Xun returned to Beijing from the frontier, he was injured.

"Want to go back to Beijing?" He wrapped his hand around her hair twice, the northern frontier is indeed difficult, but if he has time to arrange it, he will not bring her over at that time.

Zhichi shook his head, "It's okay, it's just ...... I am always afraid that His Highness will be injured here. ”

Ning Xun suddenly lost her voice, and the hand around her hair shook weakly.

Every time she feels sorry for him so seriously, he just wants to press the person in place, dismantle and swallow it inch by inch, and can no longer be separated, so that it can be calculated.

Ning Xun smiled and said in a low voice, "It won't be too long." In the past few days, the news has come out from the royal court, and the son of the new king of Khitan was taken by his father, no matter how he is, his name is not right. Most of the troops are the old subordinates of the former three princes, and the Khitan king is now waiting for the opportunity to establish his authority. Yunfeng City is not easy to defend, and it is extremely important, so it will definitely take this place. ”

"He's delusional about fighting a war, but I don't think so?"

However, there were only 20,000 defenders in Yunfeng City, and General Hu was still in his position, so it was impossible for the emperor to really put all the military affairs in the hands of Ning Xun.

Zhichi unconsciously sat up straight, thought about it and thought, and still asked: "Since Your Highness has already guessed it, why don't you transfer troops to Yunfeng from elsewhere?" ”

She didn't understand military affairs, and only thought that if his battle could be smoother than in his previous life, at least he wouldn't be injured by that body.

Ning Xun chuckled, slowly twisted the cool hair in his hand, and then gathered it in his palm, letting it soak in the heat.

The military defense on the front line should not be moved, if you really want to transfer troops, the only suitable one is the Song army in Xingguangcheng. With his and Song Xuan's holiday, I'm afraid this soldier can't be transferred.

But it doesn't matter, it's just right that you can't transfer it.

Ning Xun had already calculated it, and it happened that she took the initiative to bump into her, so he took the opportunity to speak: "The matter of transferring troops is not trivial, I can't get out, and others can't believe it." ”

Ning Xun raised his eyes, and his voice softened: "Except for you." ”

He hadn't even thought about letting her stay here.

Yunfeng is bound to have a tough battle, but Xingguang City is different, Xingguang is not the front line, and it is the city where Song Xuan is stationed, which can be described as foolproof.

It would be safe for her to go to Xingguang, but if she was let go directly, presumably she would not listen, so it would be better to use the guise of transferring troops.

That's fine, Song Xuan is a hard bone, she has something to do, so she won't wait for him all day long.

Ji Chi hesitated, Ning Xun looked at her and said unhurriedly: "Or tomorrow morning, go back to Beijing with Changle." I have prepared a new identity for you, and I will follow Changle first after I go back, and I can rest assured that she will take care of me. Wait for me to come back and pick you up. ”

He could have dizzed the human medicine and stuffed it directly into the carriage of Changle back to Beijing. This article is not to be deceived, and it is not set for her alone. If he asks her, he will definitely do it first.

But that doesn't mean he will condone her nonsense on matters involving her safety.

Zhichi knew it in his heart, so when his voice just fell, he immediately decided: "I'll go to Xingguang." ”

An inconspicuous small bamboo house on the outskirts of Beijing, the maid is a blessed body, "I have seen the four highnesses." ”

Ning Mian bowed his head and motioned for the servant to retreat, but as soon as he pushed the door in, his steps stopped suddenly-

A scimitar lay across his neck, separated by a single line, and the man holding the knife could easily cut his throat with a single lean.

He breathed a sigh of relief, pinched the blade of the knife, and looked at the woman in front of him: "Anal." ”

The woman's eyebrows and eyes were deep, she was dressed in a narrow-sleeved suit, and she had a scabbard with a scimitar embedded in her waist, and the knife was in her hand.