Ran Bixuan stayed in Ronghua Palace for half a day and then left. Ever since the little princess Ran Bixuan left, Murong Feixue's uneasy heart has been unable to calm down.【】
Now her husband Ran Qingxun's strength is still weak. King Lian now has Qiu Chi as his backer, and with the forces secretly gathered by King Lian, he can contain the emperor's power.
It's just that this battle will inevitably make the two parties merge into one force and fight the enemy together with the same hatred. The situation does not seem to be developing in the direction she expected.
Time soon arrived at night, and just after Xu Shi, Ran Qingcheng came to the Ronghua Palace accompanied by his guards. He was wearing a dark brown robe with dark patterns and a dark brown dragon cloak.
His handsome figure made him even more heroic, but his eyes looked slightly tired. He had not spent the night in Ronghua Palace for three days, and he must have been worrying about state affairs in the past few days.
Murong Feixue had just recovered from a serious illness. She did not put on very colorful makeup, but was dressed in plain palace clothes. There was a hint of worry on her face. When she saw Ran Qingcheng coming, she quickly knelt down to greet him: "I see you, Your Majesty!
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Ran Qingcheng stretched out his hand to help Feixue up. From the moment he came in, he saw the sadness flashing in Feixue's eyes. He turned his head and asked Ke'er: "Isn't your body fully recovered yet?"
Ke'er said respectfully: "Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty is already well!"
Ran Qingcheng looked at Ke'er and the guards around him and said, "All of you, go down!"
Ran Qingcheng knew that Murong Feixue must have something on her mind, so she took a deep breath and said, "Tell me! What happened?"
Murong Feixue quickly knelt down and begged: "Your Majesty, my maid, Xiang Zhi, has gone missing. She has not been heard from for three days. I don't know whether she is alive or dead. Please help me find her."
Ran Qingcheng helped her up, took a breath of disapproval, stretched out his hands to hug her around her waist, and rubbed his handsome face against her ears and temples.
"Feixue, I haven't been to you for a few days, are you indifferent to me just because of a slave? I ordered to help you find it, and you can just wait with peace of mind. As long as my beloved concubine is not missing in this palace, I will
not afraid."
"My concubine has thanked your majesty. Your majesty must look for her carefully." Before Murong Feixue could finish her words, Ran Qingcheng had already blocked her mouth with his hands.
"Shh! We haven't been intimate for three days. Doesn't my beloved miss me? Don't talk about things that are embarrassing to the scenery." Murong Feixue walked up, still not particularly happy.
She raised her eyes and looked at Ran Qingcheng carefully. Seeing the tiredness in his eyes, Xiuya frowned slightly, with a trace of pity on her face. She stretched out her hand to gently touch the peak of his eyebrows, sliding across his resolute cheeks.
"Your Majesty, you must have been working very hard these past few days! You are very tired and thin, and it feels bad to call me my concubine. Why don't you give me a massage to relieve your majesty's fatigue?"
Ran Qingcheng grabbed Murong Feixue's hand, held it in his hand and kissed it gently: "You are just well, how can I be willing to make you tired?"
Murong Feixue saw that the vicious Ran Qingcheng had become so tender. Maybe he was sincere towards her, but his heart had already been given to his beloved.
After withdrawing her thoughts, she smiled and saw that Murong Feixue was dressed in plain clothes without makeup, which was light and elegant, without losing another kind of style.
Stretching out Rouyi's hand, she gently pressed his temples, gently kneaded them, and while pressing them, she asked softly: "Is the strength of this concubine okay?"
Ran Qingcheng didn't stop her, he closed his eyes and let her hands massage him. He had been holding court meetings for three consecutive days to discuss the plan to retreat from the enemy. He was indeed a little tired. Feixue pressed and rubbed her, and he felt really comfortable.
Some.
Murong Feixue asked tentatively: "Your Majesty, I am really worried about your majesty's health. Although I heard that Ran Wei and Jin are going to war, your majesty must also protect your health. The dragon body is the most important thing."
Ran Qingcheng's slightly closed eyes opened, and his expression paused slightly. He asked, "Feixue, who did you hear about the war?"
Feixue did not stop her hand movements and said naturally: "Sister Bixuan came today. I asked her what important things happened in the palace recently, and she told her about it as a concubine. According to Bixuan, she was
Listen to what the stepmother and cousin said."
As soon as Ran Qingcheng heard Murong Feixue mention Ran Bixuan and that cousin, a layer of gloom slowly formed between his brows. Murong Feixue hadn't seen him look like this for a long time. As the saying goes, being with a king is like accompanying a tiger, and it's true.
, Feixue didn't know what she said wrong? She quickly let go of her hand.
She knelt on the ground with a fearful expression, and raised her eyes to see his gloomy face: "Your Majesty, please calm down. I have absolutely no intention of intervening in politics. If Your Majesty is unhappy, I will not ask."
Ran Bixuan's sister's life experience has always been Ran Qingcheng's concern, as well as the Left Prime Minister Jiang Shaoqian. If he hadn't been die-hardly loyal to him, he would not have touched him in the face of his mother.
Looking up at Feixue who was kneeling in fear, she didn't expect that her momentary anger and hatred would frighten her so much.
He quickly lifted Feixue up from the ground, gently lifted her delicate chin, and said in a much softer voice: "Feixue, I know that you care about me. I don't mean to blame you. In fact, I don't need to hide it from you. Jin State has sent a large number of troops.
To disturb the border between Ran and Wei, this battle is inevitable. In half a month, I will go on a personal expedition, hoping to return in triumph."
Murong Feixue did not expect that the matter would develop to such a serious level that she would even ask the emperor to personally conquer the matter.
"Your Majesty, do you really want to lead the expedition in person? I can't bear to leave your Majesty. Is it possible that with the help of Qiu Chi and Bei Yan, I can't defeat the Jin Kingdom?"
As soon as Bei Yan was mentioned, Ran Qingcheng was a little displeased, with a cold look on his face: "Don't mention Bei Yan, that Feng Ba is just a villain. He is still standing. If Jin and Ran Wei don't help each other, then I can't wait."
I want to marry Qiu Chi."
Murong Feixue's heart trembled. This Ran Qingcheng was pretending to be confused, and King Lian must have learned about various situations before he chose to propose marriage on the eve of the war. Then Ran Qingcheng knew King Lian's intention,
Why did you still agree to King Lian marry Princess Xiyan?
It is true that cleverness has led to mistakes. The emperor has never believed in the chain king. As the saying goes, the cunning rabbit will die and the lackey will be cooked. If it is correct, this Ran Qingcheng will take action after using the chain king to calm down the war. This chain
Wang is not an easy man, he also takes risks to win.
The duel between the two will not be too far away, but my husband's strength is not enough. How can I quickly increase my husband's strength? A trace of worry flashed in my eyes.
Ran Qingcheng felt worried when Murong Feixue saw it. It was completely natural and not false at all. Being able to have someone he loved worry about him gave him an indescribable warmth in his heart, and all his worries melted away.
He took her into his arms and kissed her forehead softly, turning the hundred-refined steel into softness around his fingers: "Feixue, I know you can only rely on me now. You are worried about the history of Yan Kingdom repeating itself. I promise you that
Things like this will never happen, and in order to protect the woman I love, I won’t let anything like that happen.”
Murong Feixue leaned in her arms very gently and begged softly: "Your Majesty, you are my concubine's heaven. I don't want to be separated from you for a day. Your Majesty, can you take me to the battlefield with you?"