Meng Shulan's impatient expression suddenly dimmed and she became serious: "Have you searched the whole city?"

Wen Zhehan shook his head: "What I just discovered has already put the whole city under martial law. Once Wen Zhemao is discovered, he will be arrested and brought to justice."

"Has the arrest warrant been drawn up?"

Meng Shulan pressed her sore eyes and knitted her brows, "Once you've made the plan, send it out as soon as possible. Especially in southern Xinjiang, in addition to passing on the wanted order, you also need to send people out to collect the remnants of Li Dingshan.

In order to prevent Wen Zhemao from going south to recruit the remnants of Li Dingshan and making a comeback."

Listening to Meng Shulan's tone of giving orders, Wen Zhehan was not angry, he was used to it.

This boy relied on his father's favor and didn't have much respect for his cousins, but this boy was unexpectedly hard to dislike.

Maybe it's because he is the only person around him who only identifies with himself as a person rather than with his identity?

When he was with Meng Shulan, Wen Zhehan always felt relaxed, he didn't have to put on airs, and he didn't have to think a thousand times in his mind before saying a word.

In front of him, he was not the superior Prince Duan, but just a peer who was several years older than him.

Just like any disobedient younger brother, he would call me cousin when he was happy, and call him by his first name when he was unhappy. This experience was quite novel.

If Xiao Liu was still alive, he would definitely not be as unruly as this bastard.

Thinking of the sixth prince who died in infancy, Wen Zhehan's heart tightened.

Xiaoliu was raised by his mother, but he was the closest to him. He always liked to follow him and call him "Brother Huang", "Brother Huang", like a little tail that couldn't be shaken off.

The thin and small one, just as high as his waist, is bouncing around with energy every day, and loves to laugh. When he smiles, there are shallow pear dimples on both sides of his cheeks, revealing a pair of pointed little tiger teeth.

That smile is like the sun, it can dispel all the gloom in people's hearts.

Unlike himself, who was told since he was a child that he could not express his emotions and anger and could only live under a mask, Xiaoliu was more like another Meng Shulan, but more well-behaved and sensible than him, and always innocent.

An innocent person cannot live long in the palace, but he tried his best to retain this rare innocence.

But all of this was ruined by Wen Zhemao!

A flash of hatred flashed in Wen Zhehan's eyes, but he quickly concealed it, and said with a normal expression: "The basic things have been arranged, but who will be sent to southern Xinjiang has not yet been decided. For now, Yan

The general is undoubtedly the best choice."

"Aqing is capable, but until Wen Zhemao's specific whereabouts are found, in order to prevent Wen Zhemao from retaliating, she will not leave Mrs. Hou's side. Yin Shiniang is responsible for this matter, but there is no way to guard against thieves for a thousand days."

Meng Shulan supported the city battlements and watched Yan Qing lead the people away from the city. He knew that there were still many Wen Zhemao people in the court, and there were not many people who could win the emperor's trust.

He also believed that Yan Qing had the ability to handle matters in southern Xinjiang, but from the bottom of his heart he did not want her to take a trip into this muddy water.

Today's southern Xinjiang is more dangerous than today's western Xinjiang.

Although many nails have been inserted into Xijiang, the Yan family has been in Xijiang for many years and has governed Xijiang like an iron barrel. The army and the people are united and they can tell who is the nail at a glance, even if some nails cannot be moved.

But it can't cause much trouble.

But Southern Xinjiang is under the rule of Li Dingshan. Just as the military and civilians of Western Xinjiang will turn to the Yan family, the military and civilians of Southern Xinjiang will naturally turn to the Li family.

Even if Li Dingshan rebels first, Yan Qing, as an outsider, will definitely be squeezed out.

And we don’t know if there will be rebels who will escape back to southern Xinjiang and incite the soldiers and people of southern Xinjiang to rebel.

The danger involved is no less dangerous than going into battle to kill the enemy.

But it's one thing if he doesn't want her to go, and another if she wants to go.

She has always put the country and the people's livelihood first. If the Holy Father asks, she will never refuse.

Thinking of this, Meng Shulan couldn't help but worry, but if Yan Qing really chose to wade into this muddy water, he had no reason to persuade her to give up.

The word "country" means that there is a country first and then a family. If the country is not stable, how can the family be stable?

Maybe you can talk to your uncle and ask him to go to southern Xinjiang and hand over western Xinjiang to Ah Qing.

Meng Shulan thought about it thousands of times in her mind before she finally calmed down and went to see the emperor with Wen Zhehan to explain the details of the counter-rebellion.

On the way, Meng Shulan suddenly said to Wen Zhehan: "I heard about Xiaoliu. My condolences."

He had noticed the change in Wen Zhehan's expression before, but he never thought of how to speak.

I hesitated again and again, but still could only express my condolences.

Wen Zhehan pursed his lips silently, and then he spoke as he approached Xinde Hall: "Go and see Xiaoliu later. When he was still alive, besides me, he was the closest to you."

Meng Shulan lowered her eyes slightly, thinking of the child who liked to pester her and tell him stories outside the palace every time she entered the palace. She seemed to still hear him following behind her, smiling heartily and calling herself: "Brother Shu Lan"

.”

The silver bells made a real crisp sound as he ran quickly.

That was when I took him out of the palace and almost lost him. I bought it for him and coaxed him to bring a silver bell. Even if he got lost, I could find him by looking for the bell.

But I still couldn't find him again.

"jingle……"

Suddenly there was a slight sound of silver bells, which startled Meng Shulan slightly. She suddenly turned her head to look for the sound, and saw a string of silver bells in Wen Zhehan's hand.

He gave it to Xiao Liu originally.

Meng Shulan's heart felt empty, and the hope in her eyes dimmed.

"Xiao Liu has nothing left. This string of silver bells... now belongs to its original owner."

Wen Zhehan handed the silver bell into Meng Shulan's hand, forgetting that Xinde Palace was so close, he turned to Meng Shulan and said, "I'll wait for you outside."

After that, Wen Zhehan left.

Meng Shulan hung the silver bell on her waist and opened the door of Xinde Hall.

In the Xinde Hall, the emperor was leaning on the couch, taking a nap with his eyes closed, and there was no one waiting around him.

Meng Shulan stepped lightly, but the ringing of the silver bell still woke the emperor.

The emperor raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes falling on Meng Shulan's waist: "Is that Xiaoliu's bell?"

"yes."

Meng Shulan responded and was about to salute, but was stopped by the emperor.

"Sit down."

The emperor sat up straight, motioned Meng Shulan to sit on the other side of the small table on the couch, and poured him tea himself.

Meng Shulan sat down, but the emperor's eyes fell on the silver bell again: "I remember this is what you gave Xiaoliu."

"yes."

Meng Shulan replied, "I almost lost him when I left the palace, so I bought this bell for him to hang."

"It's quite thoughtful."

The emperor slightly raised the corners of his lips, "Xiao Liu has such a fiery temperament, as soon as this bell rings, people from across the palace will know that he is coming."

Meng Shulan also frowned when he heard this: "That's why he has never won hide and seek."

"Even so, he couldn't bear to take it off."
Chapter completed!