However, Fan Yuer's answer surprised Liu Ziqiu. She didn't even know that Yang Guang had passed away.
That day when there was a sudden snowstorm in Dadou Valley, Yang Guang sent Fan Yu'er to protect King Yan Yang Tan. Yang Tan was the eldest son of Yang Zhao and the eldest grandson of Yang Guang. He was smart and handsome and was the most loved by Yang Guang. After Yang Zhao died,
Yang Guang did not establish another prince, probably because he wanted to wait for Yang Tan to grow up and directly establish him as the emperor's grandson.
Because of the heavy wind and snow, many people were separated, and Fan Yu'er and Yang Tan also left the group. At that time, the snow in the valley was knee-deep and vehicles could no longer pass. Fan Yu'er had to hold Yang Tan and ride out of the valley to wait for her.
When Yi Yi arrived outside the valley, he was met by the rebels. In desperation, Fan Yu'er had to retreat to the valley.
At this moment, a large pile of snow suddenly slid down the top of the mountain. In order to protect Yang Tan, Fan Yuer blocked the snow with her thin back, and she suffered internal injuries. There was still a heavy snowstorm in the valley, and Fan Yuer gradually lost her way.
He walked off the road and wandered here until he was bumped into by Lin Qiaoer.
Needless to say, Liu Ziqiu could also guess that the little boy was Yang Tan. It was not that Yu Wenhuaji did not want to make Yang Tan emperor, but that Yang Tan was not in his hands at all.
Seeing Fan Yuer's current appearance, one can imagine how much hardship she endured in order to protect Yang Tan. Liu Ziqiu couldn't help but secretly admire her and shouted: "Wen Hao!"
Wen Hao had been waiting outside the door, but he didn't dare to eavesdrop. He was scratching his head and ears anxiously. At this moment, he couldn't wait to rush into the house, cupped his hands and said: "Master, you called me?"
Liu Ziqiu didn't realize it was funny and said, "Take her down and take care of her carefully."
Wen Hao responded repeatedly, stepped forward and gently picked up Fan Yu'er. Fan Yu'er was ashamed and anxious, struggling desperately, but unfortunately she couldn't exert any strength.
"Wen Hao, Miss Fan hasn't eaten a grain of rice in the past two days, do you know what to do?" Liu Ziqiu already regarded Wen Hao as his brother, regardless of whether Fan Yu'er was the emperor's woman, he deliberately wanted to give Wen Hao
Create opportunities.
Wen Hao was not stupid either. He grinned and said, "It's easy to handle. Just cook some porridge, feed it less every time, and feed it more often. Lord, don't worry."
Liu Ziqiu waved to Wen Hao to leave quickly, and he dragged a stool to sit down, lost in thought.
…
Many battle-hardened generals, such as Chang Sun Sheng, who came to protect his son, and Qu Tutong, died in the rebellion. However, Yu Wenhuaji and Yuwen Zhihe, a pair of lively brothers who only knew how to eat, drink and have fun, were able to survive.
Liu Ziqiu has always been doubtful about this, so he is eager to find the answer from Fan Yuer. Now it seems that this clue can no longer be counted on.
No matter how many doubts there are about Yang Guang's death, chaos in the world is a foregone conclusion. Yu Wenhuaji and Yang Xuangan's eyes will definitely fall on the Central Plains first, and they will not take care of this place for the time being. But no one can say what will happen in the future. Consolidate Xihaicai
It's the most important thing right now.
In the land of the West Sea, the various forces are also complicated. Even when Tuyuhun was not defeated, Murong Fuyun could not fully control the situation. Many tribal leaders were obedient and secretive to him. Liu Ziqiu's sphere of influence was still limited to Weiding City and the Bank of the West Sea.
, far inferior to the original Murong Fuyun. His only advantage may be the title of "Great Hero" he won at Tuoba Yuanju's wedding. However, when it comes to the interests of the tribe, who really cares whether he is
Not a great hero?
If you want to completely control the West China Sea, you must completely defeat Murong Fuyun. Although Yang Guang won a complete victory in the battle of Xihai, due to Yang Guang's fake kindness, the Xianbei people's strength loss was not great, even if the three people annihilated last night were included.
Of the thousand people, Murong Fuyun still had at least 10,000 under his command. With Liu Ziqiu's current strength, without the imperial court as a big backer, he would not be able to confront Murong Fuyun head-on, unless he got the support of other tribes in Xihai County.
Liu Ziqiu made a promise to let the people of all ethnic groups in Xihai County live a good life. This may be the basis for him to win the support of other tribes. But in this slightly barren land, if he wants everyone to live a good life,
Life is easier said than done.
With the geographical location of Xihai County, developing commerce is a good choice. After the Sui army captured Weiding City, many caravans passed by, bringing short-term prosperity to Weiding City. But soon after, Weiding City
The depression has returned again. I don't know if those caravans were brought by Yang Guang, who was so happy about his success, to fill the scene. In short, they have never been seen again.
Then again, there must be a battle between Longxi and Chang'an. The caravans from the east will definitely not be able to come, and the caravans from the west will not be able to get through. Doing business is certainly a good way, but water from afar cannot quench the thirst for nearness.
…
Suddenly, a gentle knock on the door interrupted Liu Ziqiu's thoughts. When the door opened, Lin Qiaoer walked in carrying a red lacquer tray. On the tray, there was a pot of wine and three bowls of dishes, and the aroma was fragrant.
Lin Qiaoer skillfully arranged the wine and food on several tables, bowed and said, "Your Majesty, it's time for lunch."
Ever since she got the divorce letter, Lin Qiaoer seemed to have truly gained her freedom. She always had a faint smile on her face, as pretty as a flower.
The wine was good wine that Yu Wenjing collected in the past and has been hidden in the cellar, but the dishes are all meat. Meat is the main food here. Even in the hot summer, it is not easy to eat vegetables, not to mention the cold weather now.
Among the three dishes, except for a bowl of roasted lamb leg, Liu Ziqiu couldn't name any of them.
The leg of lamb has been torn into strips, and Liu Ziqiu does not need to use a knife to cut it. Another bowl of unknown meat is cut into slices, and it smells of a unique fragrance. There is also a bowl of soup, and it is hard to tell what it is.
thing.
It was noon so soon, and Liu Ziqiu couldn't help feeling that time flew by so fast. When he was thinking about the problem just now, he didn't realize it. When the food and wine were placed in front of him, Liu Ziqiu's stomach started to growl unsatisfactorily, and he couldn't help but sniff.
Said: "It smells so good. Mrs. Lin, your craftsmanship is getting better and better. Just smelling it makes people salivate."
Lin Qiaoer's expression darkened and she said: "Your Majesty, I am not a lady. I just want to be your maid and serve you for life."
Since leaving the valley last night, Lin Qiaoer has been wanting to say these words to Liu Ziqiu, but she has been unable to say it. Liu Ziqiu not only gave her freedom, but also gave her dignity, and did not pursue her fault. In just a few days,
, she owed Liu Ziqiu so much that she had to spend her whole life repaying it. But she always had a deep inferiority complex in her heart and did not dare to ask for too much. She just wanted to be a maid and take care of Liu Ziqiu's daily life.
.
There was no third person present at this moment, and Liu Ziqiu called her Mrs. Lin again. Lin Qiaoer finally couldn't hold it in anymore and said these words. After saying that, she lowered her head, not daring to look at Liu Ziqiu anymore, she just felt her heart pounding.
Jumping around wildly, helpless.
Lin Qiaoer proposed to let Jin Bo go, but the condition was that he should write a letter of divorce. Only then did Liu Ziqiu feel that this woman who was bound by feudal ethics was really pitiful, so he couldn't bear to make her sad anymore, so he pointed to the bowl of meat slices and smiled.
Then he asked: "Qiao'er, can you tell me what this is?"
In the past, Liu Ziqiu had directly called her Qiao'er, but this time she changed her name immediately after she said these words. The meaning was completely different. This "Qiao'er" made the clouds in her heart clear away. Just because
Excited, there were sparkling tears in her eyes.
Lin Qiaoer resisted the urge to cry and said softly: "That's a hump."
"Hump?" Liu Ziqiu knew that it was the part of the camel that stores water, but he didn't expect that it could also be used for cooking. It was charred on the outside and tender on the inside, which was very refreshing.
Lin Qiaoer explained: "The king is weak, and the hump can replenish the king's health."
He knew his own affairs well. Liu Ziqiu knew that he had only consumed too much internal energy, not that he was weak. The most important thing was to recuperate and rest. Of course, taking more supplements would also help with recovery. It would be best if he could have Laoshan Ginseng.
But there isn't even a drugstore in Weiding City, so it would be difficult to find Laoshan Ginseng.
Liu Ziqiu also knew that this was Lin Qiaoer's good intention, nodded and asked: "Isn't this hump expensive?"
"I didn't buy this." Lin Qiaoer shook her head, pointed at the bowl of soup, and said, "Like the tiger whip, Yu Wenjing asked for it from some tribal leaders."
After saying this, Lin Qiaoer's face turned red. Yu Wenjing liked to eat these things the most, and after eating them, he would eat them at night, so she knew that these things were great tonics.
"Ah!" Liu Ziqiu exclaimed, and poured back the spoonful of soup he had just picked up. He heard that the effect of tiger whip soup was "outstanding". He just lacked internal strength, and everything else was normal. If he drank this thing, he would get sick.
I had a reaction, but there was no place to vent my anger.
Lin Qiaoer became nervous and asked repeatedly: "Your Majesty, is there anything wrong with this soup?"
"Nothing, nothing." Liu Ziqiu laughed and said, "Qiao'er, why don't you sit down and eat together?"
Lin Qiaoer hurriedly waved her hands and said: "The slave family has to go back to look after Hu'er."
Liu Ziqiu suddenly remembered and asked, "Where is Yang Tan?"
"Yang Tan?"
"That's the little boy."
A happy smile suddenly flashed across Lin Qiaoer's face: "That little boy, he was having a lot of fun with Hu'er. I just don't know what happened to the girl."
She doesn't know Yang Tan's identity yet, otherwise, she might be trembling with fear again.
Liu Ziqiu nodded and said: "Qiao'er, the girl's surname is Fan. I have already arranged her affairs. You can go back and watch the two children."
Yang Tan is very smart. Fan Yuer warned him not to reveal his identity. Along the way, he would rather pretend to be mute. Jin Xiaohu is two years younger than Yang Tan. The two children played together very happily, and Yang Tan was willing to
He spoke, but he still didn't say his name, let alone himself or his identity.
But Liu Ziqiu was a little worried. Yang Tan was a descendant of the imperial family, and he had been pampered and aloof since he was a child. Jin Xiaohu was just a commoner. He had suffered a lot since childhood and had a bit of low self-esteem. The two children may have been fine when they first played together, but it was inevitable as time went on.
There was some conflict. So Liu Ziqiu gave up the idea of having Lin Qiaoer have dinner with him, even though he thought this was the best way to eliminate Lin Qiaoer's inferiority complex.
After Lin Qiaoer left, Liu Ziqiu began to have trouble with the bowl of tiger whip soup. Eat it, there is no place to vent his anger, so don't eat it. Isn't it a waste?
At this moment, Ji Rentai said outside the door: "My lord, there is a girl named Wu Yun who wants to see you."