The news that Mr. Jun fell ill due to wind and cold was spread to the palace on the afternoon of the next day. The news that Zhuang Xile visited overnight spread wildly. Countless people in Kyoto sighed, and they didn't know what Jun Yuanshi had special about him that Zhuang Xile could treat him differently.

"You don't even know the fourth sister. The rumors that you are fascinated by Brother Jun's beauty have spread in the backyards of various families."

Li Hui, who came to Zhuang Zhenxiao, came to Zhuang Zhenxiao and quipped: "I am worthy of being a playboy, and everything I do is so fierce."

Zhuang Xile was very disdainful of this, "Who in this world is not fascinated by beauty? Can you not like beauty if you don't like beauty?"

"hypocritical!"

Li Hui put away his beautiful folding fan, shook his head, and said, "The fourth sister is really true to her character~"

Zhuang Xile sneered, "A person with true temperament asked you, has your business made money?"

"There is a huge demand for money recently. Boss Li, you should be more diligent."

Li Hui's hand holding the fan froze slightly, laughed dryly, and pretended to be surprised to pat his forehead, "Oh, I still have to discuss important matters with Brother Xiao, the fourth sister, I'm missing."

After saying that, he ran away, afraid that Zhuang Xile would stop him.

The days soon became winter. The cold wind in November was getting stronger and stronger, and the cold enveloped the entire Kyoto. Various chrysanthemums bloomed freely in the bitter cold wind.

The sky was gray this day, and the cold wind made my face hurt, but the people in the Zhuang Mansion were extremely busy.

The old lady's Xiaoxiang Festival has arrived.

On this day, everyone wore plain clothes. Zhuang Yudong, who had been extremely difficult to leave the hospital for a year, also removed the filial piety belt on his head, changed into a blue ribbon, and his robes were also replaced with dark blue satin robes.

Starting today, you can see a small amount of meat and fish in the mansion, and you can go to your relatives and friends' homes to attend some small banquets.

Xiaoxiang's ceremony was complicated and grand. Zhuang Yudong, who had changed into new clothes, knelt down in front of the ancestral hall with his children and grandchildren in the mansion, and then personally led the children and grandchildren out of the city, went to the grave of the old lady in the suburbs of Beijing to offer sacrifices to three animals and burn incense, wax and paper money.

Among the filial sons and grandsons, Zhuang Xile knelt down with devout devotion, his eyes were slightly red, and his mind was full of the kindness of her great-grandmother. The old lady said she wanted to take her head and face her when she was in the hairpin and still kept her ears, and the long-lasting story she gave her was like yesterday...

He knelt in front of the portrait of Mrs. Zhuang, the prince of Jintiancheng, who was far away, and the paper money at his hand was burned one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one by one. The flames rolled the paper money into ashes instantly, and took away his endless grief.

After the incense burned in front of the portrait, the Prince Zhuang got up and left the door. The Ming Manager who had been waiting beside him bowed and handed a secret letter, "Prince, the urgent letter from Kyoto."

The letter paper was unfolded, and the prince of Zhuang frowned slightly, and in a moment he returned to normal.

A burst of rapid footsteps sounded, and Zhuang Lianglun bowed to Prince Zhuang from afar, "Father."

Prince Zhuang said: "Put incense to your grandmother first."

"yes."

Zhuang Lianglun kowtowed three times after raising the incense and then went out of the door. He couldn't wait to ask, "Father, is there any news of joy?"

"Speak in the study."

If the cold wind in Kyoto is strong and domineering to sweep Kyoto with its strength is intimidating, then the cold wind in the southwest is gentle and soft, like an invisible bone-clearing knife that makes people emit cold air from the mountain.

Zhuang Lianglun, wearing soft armor, was as cold as the surroundings dispelled by a ball of burning flames, and followed him to the study.

"Xile asked the emperor for the princess's mansion, and said that there are many people going to Kyoto in the future and there are still places to live."

"The emperor passed her guards across Ming Road, named the Jinjun, and organized three hundred people. When she came back, she would be fully equipped with her."

Before Zhuang Lianglunduo was allowed to wait, Prince Zhuang told him directly.

Sure enough, Zhuang Lianglun's face immediately became happy, "Good thing, this is a good thing. Xile is coming back soon, right?"

If I don’t leave and come back, I can’t catch up with the New Year.

Prince Zhuang thought of the contents of the letter and said in a deep voice: "The Duke of Nanluocheng Town can't resist it?"

The news in the letter was very clear. Yuan Mang, the public security officer of Zhenguo, secretly submitted a memorandum to Beijing a month ago. Because the food and grass were not good, the war could no longer continue. He prepared to launch an attack with the last grain in his hand. If he wins, he can win good conditions for the peace talks and will not be unilaterally suppressed by Nanji.

"The Duke of Zhenguo is a rare tiger general, what a pity."

If it weren't for the limitation of food, his achievements would be much more than that.

As a veteran on the battlefield, Dali's defeat had long been predicted by him. He was able to defend the city and persist until now, and Duke Zhenguo made an indelible contribution.

"Father, after the peace talks, will Nanji send envoys to the capital?"

"The son sent someone to set off and pick up Xile back."

The girl who is related to her, Zhuang Lianglun's mind becomes very useful.

It is common for a defeated country to send a daughter to marry her. What if the emperor is reluctant to leave his daughter, he will have the idea of ​​joy?

After all, in Kyoto, besides the emperor's princess, he only counts his joy as the most noble, and his age is at the right time.

Prince Zhuang raised his eyelids and looked at him, nodded immediately, "It's better to pick it up earlier."

Zhuang Xile, who was remembered by the father and son, just returned to the mansion with everyone. When she was sad, she felt depressed and sentimental.

Jingniao followed him out to the forest and came back with a fat hare in his mouth. He wanted to enjoy it for his own sake, but when he saw his master, he rolled his eyes silently, and placed the fat hare in front of Zhuang Xile.

Zhuang Xile glanced at the rabbit on the ground and waved his hand, "If you want to eat roasted rabbit, go find Huarong. I'm not in the mood today."

The bird tilted its head and looked at her, and saw that she was really not interested in her eyes. She lowered her head and bit the rabbit and turned around and left. The master did not eat it and enjoyed it alone.

The weather became colder and colder in the evening, and the cold wind was howling. The first snow in winter came. From the tiny snowflakes to the heavy snow, Kyoto was covered with snow when it was dark.

It was not until the next morning that the snow slowly stopped.

Zhuang Xile, who had been sleeping in a habit, just got up from the quilt, and the thick winter clothes were almost flattened and came in a hurry.

Yesterday in the middle of the night, news of the great victory in Nanluo City came to Kyoto. Just as the civil and military officials were about to congratulate the emperor, the emperor reached out to stop everyone and announced that the war was about to stop, and Dali prepared to negotiate peace.

All court suddenly was shocked.

Some officials expressed their thoughts and said that they should take advantage of the great victory to repel Nanhe, return the border peace, and promote the national prestige of great power.

As soon as countless officials agreed, even the officials who were originally a little cringed became pro-war factions.

The King of Yong'an, several Dukes, Minister of Revenue and other people who know the inside story were bitter in their hearts. Dali had elite soldiers but had no rice and food. How could they be willing to be defeated by supplies?

How can luck make people beat you up?

The emperor, who had always been humble, became very tough and immediately issued an order to submit a peace agreement to Nanji.
Chapter completed!