Chapter 27 The precursor of the clouds and the wind (5)

In the Raoxiang Pavilion, Su Rao held her cheek with one hand and looked directly at the peach porcelain cup in front of the table.

The ends of the eyes are light peach, bright and crimson, and the scar on the forehead is not covered at all. It looks very dazzling when viewed like this. It finally ruins this beautiful face and makes people sigh. It's a pity.

"Yisu, who do you think will win if the second brother faces off against that Siamese Yi Chi Shao?"

Yisu's eyes fell on the scar on Su Rao's forehead and she finally turned away and shook her head, she didn't know.

"Miss, the slaves of Prince Zhu Siam Yi don't know much about him. They only heard that he has extraordinary martial arts. He is not only the most powerful prince of Zhu Siam Kingdom, but also the most powerful warrior in Zhu Siam Kingdom. He holds the military power of Zhu Siam, and one person is better than ten thousand people.

"

"I feel like none of them will win, but no one will lose either."

Su Rao looked thoughtful.

Yunlang and Zhuxian are not at war with each other. At least for now, there is no conflict between the two countries. Therefore, it is inappropriate to win or lose. It is best to achieve a draw without losing or losing.

"Miss, it's already very late, you'd better rest early!"

Seeing Su Rao so deep in thought, Yi Su turned her eyes and glanced outside the window. The moon was already in the sky, Xu hour was passing quickly, and it was almost Hai hour.

The thoughts in Su Rao's eyes disappeared and she glanced outside the window.

"It's really late."

After taking a breath, he stood up and walked to the cabinet.

Yun Chen Hall.

Emperor Yu's bedroom.

The palace lanterns with golden eagles and dragons shine brightly, and the candles glow brightly red.

"Your Majesty, the Second Young Master Su and Prince Yi have finished counting, and there is no winner or loser."

Manager Yun came forward in a hurry, and as soon as he entered Yun Chen's palace, he said quickly.

Wearing dark blue palace clothes, holding Fuchen in his hand, his slightly fat body had a dense layer of sweat on his forehead from trotting.

"Oh! Jiyue hasn't made a move until the point is made?"

In front of the couch, Emperor Yu put down the memorial and raised his eyes to look at Manager Yun. His whole body was filled with warmth, but despite this casual question, Manager Yun felt that there was a heavy and heavy pressure in his words.

He quickly took a step forward and bowed even more.

"Back to the Emperor, Second Young Master Su arrived just in time. Prince Yi has not yet asked Prince Ji Yue for advice. Second Young Master Su and Prince Yi have finished a competition. As night falls, Prince Ji Yue must take an early rest."

Emperor Yu didn't ask any more questions and continued to read the memorial. There was only a smile in his eyes that dropped down, but then he fell down again.

Su Er and Ji Yue have become more and more tacit. How can he, the prince of Yunlang Jiyue, take action easily? However, this time Prince Zhu Yi of the Kingdom of Siam came to Yunlang because his thoughts may not be simple. Although Yunlang has been recharging his energy in recent years, he can't.

However, Zhu Siam is more powerful, so we must be careful.

…

At this moment, the Siamese envoys settled in the embassy. In the Shaoxing Palace, in front of the window lattice, the man in black robe had his hands behind his back, his eyes full of coldness.

His skin color is not as fair and delicate as Prince Ji Yue's, and it is not the color of bronze and wheat, but a very healthy skin color that normal people have, with yellowish-white skin.

Now standing quietly, a dragon leaps and flies on the black robe, a black silver crown binds the black hair on his head, the whole person is cold and aloof, like a sharp sword unsheathed, it is extremely sharp as soon as it comes out.

"Your Majesty, how about today's... test?"

Three steps away from him, Taifu Wang bowed and asked carefully.

There was no reply for a long while, and Taifu Wang, who was quiet in the palace, had small beads of silk oozing out from his forehead.

Raise your arm and wipe it off quietly.

"Do you think those rumors about Prince Jiyue came out of thin air?"

A long time passed before he uttered such a cold rhetorical question.

Turning around, Prince Yi glanced at Taifu Wang, then walked into the inner hall.

"Master Wang, in your position, seek your position, and do what you should do, the king's business..."

The sound disappeared, and the people disappeared between the doors of the outer hall and the inner hall.

But with just these two words, the Yingzhu particles that had been wiped out from Wang Taifu's forehead came out again.

"No." A panicked voice said: "Your Majesty, please rest in peace, I will retire."

Taifu Wang left, and Mo Ying, the personal guard who followed Prince Yi in, said: "Your Majesty, the second young master of the Su family can entangle the prince for so long without giving the prince and Crown Prince Jiyue any chance to say anything. Su

Family is indeed not to be underestimated.”

"The Su family should not be underestimated. Otherwise, how could they have been able to sit in the position of Yunlang General and King for so long and be relied upon by two Yun Emperors."

After taking off Panlin's jade-encrusted belt and taking off his outer robe, Prince Yi lay on the couch, holding his head behind his hands, with a cold and deep look in his eyes.

His eyes are slender and resemble red phoenix eyes, but they are not red phoenix eyes, but auspicious phoenix eyes.

The pupils are light brown, close to the corners of the eyes, one-third of the eyes are covered by the upper eyelids, and the ends of the eyes are slightly upturned, giving off a sharp charm.

Even just a casual glance can give people a kind of psychological shock.

One pair of eyes gives a person a different temperament. Prince Yi's eyes have a flowing light, but they flow without moving. Ling Han is like a sharp sword unsheathed, which complements the aloof and cold temperament all over his body.

"Your Majesty, do we really want to attack Yunlang? Yunlang's military strength..."

Mo Ying has followed Prince Yi closely since he was a child, but at this moment, he was still shocked by the cold and dark feeling in his eyes, and he straightened his body even more.

Prince Yi laughed suddenly, feeling cold all over his body. He sat up and asked, "Mo Ying, do you know why the Qin Dynasty perished?"

Desert Eagle was startled.

Isn't it because of Emperor Xuanye's incompetence that the three major vassal states united...

"When the Qin Dynasty fell, the weak ones were attacked first. If I were Emperor Xuanye, I would use all the strength of the whole country to conquer the three most threatening vassal states first.

Although the price paid is not small, without the threat of the three major vassal states, the other vassal states will be nothing more than headless flying insects."

Just a if, Mo Ying shut up.

He understood what the prince said.

Nine years have passed. Now, if we talk about the military strength of the Three Kingdoms, Yunlang and Zhuxiang are the strongest. Danliang pays more attention to talents, literature, Chinese poetry and poetry.

Compared with Danliang, Yunlang is indeed more of a threat to Zhuxiang. Not to mention that nine years ago, he took the heads of Emperor Xuanye and the Crown Prince of Qin, and the Imperial City of Qin belonged to the Yunlang Kingdom.

The Yunlang Army led by the Yunlang Su family alone is enough to compete with the prince's Eagle Wing Army. Yunlang also has the mysterious and unpredictable Crown Prince Ji Yue. One person can defeat a thousand troops. A country like this is really powerful.

"Ji...yue...shi...zi..."

Prince Yi lay down again and closed his eyes, covering up all the coldness in his eyes.

"Unfathomable."

Outside the hall, a figure quietly left. Under the dark night, a corner of clothing was reflected, which seemed to be the robe of the Grand Tutor Wang.

Prince Yi, who was resting with his eyes closed, had a slight curve at the corner of his mouth, but it was extremely cold and killing.

The candles were burning brightly, and Prince Jiyue, who had already rested, was not yet asleep. He was sitting and lying on the small couch, and the moonlight bamboo lamp reflected the young master in red on the folding fan in his hand very eye-catchingly.

Xin's long hands, with jade-white bones and clear bones, touched the young man in red on the fan, and a light smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, which made the moonlight sink. This smile gave a little bit of affection.

After a moment, I closed the window and looked towards the Su family again through the closed window lattice and the satin covering my eyes. The aura around me didn't change at all, it still had the same feeling of bright moon and hazy charm.

It is like an ink painting. It is obviously supposed to be a painting of beautiful mountains and clear waters, but instead, it outlines the fairy mist on the top of the mountains, suddenly appearing dense.

At night, I walked quietly with the wind, but Langjing's talk about Prince Jiyue has not stopped yet.

During the morning court, Emperor Yu was overjoyed when he heard that Prince Ji Yue wanted to see someone else. He immediately rewarded several rare treasures to Prince Yun's Mansion, which aroused some jealousy in the hearts of the princes.

But as far as Crown Prince Jiyue is concerned, this matter still cannot stir up any ripples in his heart. Crown Prince Jiyue only met Rong Feng and Sianyi Chi Shao for one day. In the following days, he almost never left Qingfengju. I see Su Er from time to time.

There seemed to be no sign of Su Rao's marriage. Su Er never mentioned it again, but he still went to Prince Yun's Mansion from time to time.

As the days passed by like this, Su Rao continued to 'recuperate' well.

In the blink of an eye, another month has passed, the weather is getting colder and colder, and the stove is lit in the pavilion.

In the past, she couldn't stay in the house and could still go out as Mr. Xiao, but now that Mr. Xiao is gone, there is still Su Er watching her every day. For the first time, Su Rao feels like a It was really difficult for an ancient woman to stay at home and stay at home. She was not sick, but she was almost sick.

But it took a hundred days to break her muscles and bones, but she didn't break her muscles or move her bones. She didn't need to be raised for a hundred days, but she still had to be raised for half a hundred days. After all, she was beaten to 'half-death'. If she recovered quickly, Royal people are not easily deceived, so she has to continue to raise her, at least for another month before she can recover.
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