Ming Lanruo sat in front of Cang Qiao, her expression a little solemn.
"It was expected that something would happen in the north. Once it happened, the people of Northern Mongolia were unable to graze their cattle in the winter and had the habit of raiding in the winter."
"Secondly, our Majesty has decided that the soldiers and horses around the capital are not trustworthy, so he wants King Qin to take command and lead the troops legitimately."
All this was within her and Cang Qiao's expectations.
but……
"This year's hot weather did not change into autumn clothes until the beginning of December. To put it bluntly, although it is the middle of winter at the end of December, this weather is just the chill of autumn in previous years."
Ming Lanruo said coldly: "Even if the cold weather started earlier for the Northern Mongolians, they shouldn't have started looting at this time and conquered two cities in such a short period of time."
Cang Qiao said calmly: "It's very simple. The defenders in the north are all members of the Zhou family. They can collude with the Northern Mongolians to act and let Zhou Tongchen "do meritorious service" and get rid of the exiled sinner."
"Of course they can also put on a big show of the Northern Mongolian army 'going south to plunder in advance'."
Ming Lanruo looked at him steadily: "This time Shangguan Hongye takes command and goes out for military power. Are you really not going to stop him?"
Cang Qiao raised her eyes and looked at her steadily: "Are you willing not to go to the aid of the three southwestern provinces?"
Ming Lanruo paused: "..."
Cang Qiao whispered: "Why did the three provinces in the southwest have trouble at the same time, and it happened to be a plague, and someone happened to ask you to find a concubine to bring a large number of medicinal materials and doctors to help the three provinces?"
"Although I don't know why, I can feel that Emperor Ming and Shangguan Hongye want to separate me from you."
Cang Qiao took an apple and peeled it, and said calmly: "No matter what they want to do, as long as they take action in the three southwest provinces, you have to go, right?"
Ming Lanruo raised her clear and bright eyes and said softly: "Yes."
"Then go, that's the battlefield you have to face." Cang Qiao calmly handed her the apple in his hand.
Ming Lanruo paused and took the apple: "Yes, this is my battlefield."
That's why, even though she knew it might be a trap, she still wanted to challenge it and walk into the trap herself.
The place where grandma escaped back then, she must fight back to today.
She must ensure that the three southwestern provinces and the northeastern Xinjiang are firmly under her control.
Otherwise, how could she have just wanted to avoid Chu Yuanbai's search and create a fragrant palace master at the beginning, and then tried her best to subdue Chu Yuanbai.
But Cang Qiao held her wrist with his backhand and said casually: "Protect yourself, and don't force me to take action to capture you from the Southwest Sanhang Province. Then you will have to stay by my side for the rest of your life."
Ming Lanruo raised her eyes to look at him, his fingertips pinched her wrist so much that it hurt.
Although the man looked calm and indifferent, he didn't know how much effort it took to restrain the urge to keep her close to him.
After all, he slowly learned to love her in the way she liked.
Ming Lanruo felt soft and sour, she held his hand with her backhand: "The capital is your battlefield, and so are you. Don't let me worry, Aqiao."
He likes to use dangerous tactics and cunning tactics.
Although this makes it difficult for the opponent to defend against it, it is also very dangerous.
"Yeah." He raised his head and looked at her quietly, and the anger in his body softened and dissipated.
Every time she called him that, it always made him feel calm.
"What do you like to eat? Stay in Dongchang tonight and I'll have someone cook it for you?" Cang Qiao whispered in a gravelly voice.
Ming Lanruo smiled and took a bite of the apple, the sweet and sour taste soaking into her lips.
"I like to eat you." She tilted her face slightly, leaned forward with a gentle smile, and kissed the corner of his lips.
The man in front of him turned pale and slightly red.
He narrowed his eyes in warning and whispered: "Don't play with fire and burn yourself."
"Now, now, let me just say that the governor is still a cute and well-behaved little scholar even without teasing." Ming Lanruo smiled.
The hidden scholar was teased so much, her hair was all teased, her whole body was stiff and stiff, and she was still trying not to touch her.
So cute!
Cang Qiao remained silent.
Well, it's really a sin...
How could he deliberately create such an identity that was so different from his own to get close to her in order to prevent her from finding out something was wrong?
He suddenly pulled her over, lowered his head and kissed her fiercely: "No matter who you like, it's still me!"
…
Ming Lanruo returned to Concubine Ming's Mansion the next day.
She rubbed her eyes and yawned before getting off the carriage. Jing Ming came over immediately and whispered -
"His Royal Highness King Qin came here for the second time, one last night and one this morning."
Ming Lanruo nodded and turned his eyes slightly: "I understand."
It seems that Shangguan Hongye knew that she "stayed up all night" last night
Then, she led Chunhe all the way to the inner courtyard.
Jing Ming originally wanted to follow Ming Lanruo, but suddenly a man who looked like a book boy came over and bowed to her.
"Miss Jingming, my Mr. Chen would like to invite you to come."
Jing Ming paused, but Ming Lanruo smiled at her: "Go see Mr. Chen."
Jing Ming nodded: "Yes."
She left with the book boy.
Ming Lanruo sighed softly.
The entanglement between the young children around her is also a headache.
It's not that Jing Ming is inexperienced, it's that she is too enlightened. The ordinary affection between her children and the shortcomings of her parents cannot hinder her life.
It could be said that Jingming was cold and heartless, or that she had a cold nature.
In today's world where men are respected and men are cared for by their husbands and children, it is extremely rare for Jingming to insist on the life and goals she wants.
Since General Chen is willing to interfere in the marriage of his children.
In her opinion, it is a good thing whether a pair of children finally get married or break up their marriage and go their separate ways.
It is better than having one party feel resentful and hurt others or yourself in the future.
…
Jing Ming followed the book boy to General Chen's yard.
The thin middle-aged man placed refreshments in the room and knelt down by the curtain to make tea quietly.
Jingming stepped forward and saluted: "General Chen."
"Miss Jingming, just call me Mr. Chen. How am I a general now?" Mr. Chen raised his eyes and looked at the girl in front of him with a smile.
Jing Ming nodded and said obediently: "Mr. Chen."
"Sit down, what kind of tea do you like, Yinshan Xiaowu, West Lake Longjing, Junshan Silver Needle?" General Chen asked.
Jing Ming thought for a while and shook his head: "Although I spent half of my time growing up in the Duke's Mansion of the Ming Dynasty, I do know the good and bad of these teas."
She paused: "But to me, they are no different from boiled water or well water. They have only one function - to quench thirst."
Mr. Chen was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Yes, tea was created to quench thirst, and everything else is arty."
He looked at Jing Ming: "Then I would like to ask, apart from martial arts and loyalty to the eldest lady, does Miss Jing Ming have other interests and hobbies?"
Jing Ming heard that Mr. Chen used the word "martial arts", which meant that he included all the hobbies related to martial arts, including collecting martial arts secrets.
Then she really couldn't think of any other hobbies of her own.
"Well, there is one more...but I'm afraid if I say it, you will be angry or want to hit me." Jing Ming racked his brains and said hesitantly.
When Mr. Chen heard this, he glanced with interest at the place where his son was sitting behind the curtain, and then looked at Jing Ming: "Miss Jing Ming, it's okay to say it."
He was quite curious as to what hobbies this baby-faced girl could have that would irritate him.
On the other side of the curtain, Chen Ning couldn't help but hold her breath and pricked up her ears.
Jing Ming was silent.
She is an honest person and hates lying.
But she wants to say that she has discovered a new hobby in the past year - sleeping with your son. Isn't it not good?
