Volume 1: Painting Hall Spring Chapter 38: Quiet Night Beauty
Xiao Yizheng's face became warmer and warmer under the light, and her soft words brushed through Qingxi's heart like feathers. The slight uneasiness caused by waiting was instantly soothed. Her eyes softened and she smiled: "Your Highness
Sometimes talking makes me forget that you were not the one who said so coldly on Baoding Mountain that you wanted to stay alive and keep silent."
Xiao Yizheng was stunned for a moment, then laughed heartily. "Uncle Ninth has been deprived of military power. Your life is safe."
"Since I made the agreement with His Highness, I have never worried about this issue."
Qingxi said firmly, Xiao Yizheng stared and smiled.
"It's just that although Prince Guang has been reduced from military power, the matter is more difficult, right?" Her tone was calm, as if she had her own answer and was not asking a question.
Xiao Yizheng raised his eyebrows slightly: "How did you know?"
The corner of Qingxi's mouth curled up: "The Holy Lord's treatment is not fatal, but it also hits the mark of Prince Guang. I think Prince Guang finds it both acceptable and intolerable. This state is actually very subtle. To the left or to the right? Accept the delegation of power.
, everyone is happy, and if you don’t accept it, then..." She stopped at the right time, smiled playfully and continued: "So I think the Holy Spirit did this more as a further test than tolerance, so what happens next?
Do you want to take care of yourself step by step?"
Xiao Yizheng looked at her deeply and said nothing.
Qingxi fiddled with the broken hair beside her ears and continued in a calm tone: "Your Highness, there is no need to look at me like this. Isn't this the tacit understanding of the civil and military officials of the entire dynasty?"
Xiao Yizheng was silent for a while, relaxed his brows, and said in a deep voice: "You are not the civil and military officials of the dynasty. Not everyone in the dynasty can understand the father's thoughts, and not many people can see this issue this way. Li Zhi said
, they don’t want you to understand the complicated battle, which doesn’t seem to be true.”
Qingxi shook his head: "He is not wrong. Father and mother are indeed unwilling. As for the elder brother, sometimes he is willing and sometimes he is not. It depends on his mood. Your Highness, don't take what I just said seriously.
There is no trace of my words." As she said that, she stood up and prepared to call someone in to clean up.
"I will leave for the Southwest Army soon." Xiao Yizheng looked at the oil lamp in front of him and spoke in a low voice.
Qingxi, who was just about to speak, immediately swallowed his words, blinked twice, and asked in shock: "You? Southwest Army? Why?"
Xiao Yizheng raised his eyes and looked directly at her: "What do you think? You must be able to analyze it too."
Qingxi frowned slightly, sat down slowly, thought for a long time, and then asked doubtfully: "Going to be the head coach?"
Xiao Yizheng instantly smiled and crossed his arms, seeming to feel relaxed and at ease: "It seems that there is going to be a Princess Zhuge in my palace."
Qingxi had no intention of joking with him, and asked: "Why? How could it be you? The Holy One can't possibly let you go?"
"Why can't it be me? Why can't my father choose me?"
"Everyone can see that the coach of the Southwest Army is now a deadlock. Not only will the imperial court make no profit by sending someone there, but it is also very likely that it will hurt the future." Qingxi clenched the silk handkerchief in his hand and frowned deeper: "Especially
It's you! Once Prince Guang takes action, then you will be in the southwest..." Her tone was urgent, and she stopped abruptly at this point.
Xiao Yizheng smiled and sighed: "Then I am the best hostage in the Southwest Army. I am worth my life and my life is in danger." Looking at Qingxi's serious face, he did not understand the worry, and he continued with a gentle smile: "
Why don't you think of another possibility?"
Qingxi's eyes focused more deeply.
"Uncle Ninth will not rebel, and I can reorganize the Southwest Army into an army that will obey orders and be loyal to the court without Prince Guang. Or, Uncle Ninth will rebel, but I can still make the Southwest Army become the guardian of my great success in the Southwest.
The border is loyal to the power of the central government." He said it calmly and calmly, as if this matter was very simple and easy, as easy as dusting off a layer of dust.
The flickering lights made his face warm, comfortable, peaceful and peaceful.
Qingxi looked at him in disbelief. She wanted to ask, are we discussing the same thing? Are you serious? But when the words came to her mouth, she felt that such a question was not serious.
"You don't believe me?" Xiao Yizheng smiled faintly, looked at her with long eyes, and his tone was still calm.
Qingxi opened her mouth, and suddenly remembered what he once said: Ah Heng also trusts me. Trust? Of course it is trust. I trust him to protect herself and the Ling family, and I trust him to have a one-year gentleman's agreement with me. But now
The question is, if she said trust, she was just gambling. "Does it really have to be you?" she asked back.
Xiao Yizheng lowered his head slightly and smiled slightly: "How should I put it, it's not that I have to do it, it's also that I have to do it."
Qingxi was a little confused by his surroundings, but he quickly calmed down and started thinking in his own direction. His thoughts became clearer and clearer: "So, when will you leave? How many people will you take with you? When will you return to Beijing?"
Xiao Yizheng raised his head again: "Maybe we can't spend this Dragon Boat Festival in Beijing."
Qingxi's heart trembled. Somehow, she thought of mugwort purse.
"One person, one horse and one Zhao Xin, no one else will accompany you."
"What?" Qingxi whispered, leaning on the table and stood up. What kind of operation is this? Going to the meeting alone? Oh, no, no, no, he doesn't even have a knife. She is convinced of Xin Zhao's martial arts. But it's not worth tens of millions.
Army horse!
Xiao Yizheng's smile continued: "As for returning to Beijing, there is no fixed date, maybe March or May, maybe a year and a half, three or five years is also possible." He looked up at Qingxi with wide eyes.
Yuan seemed to be listening to some fantasy. He sighed, stood up and walked to her, leaned over and put his face in front of her eyes, deliberately swayed from side to side, looked at her and said, "You seem to be afraid that I will leave."
No reply."
Qingxi reacted instinctively and immediately raised her hand to cover his mouth.
Xiao Yizheng suddenly felt a soft warmth on his lips, and the warmth quickly spread out and flowed all over the body. But Qingxi felt that there was a hot source of heat in the palm of her hand, which instantly heated her ears and cheeks.
The oil lamp snapped and the two people looked at each other. The room was quiet for a while, but there were clearly unknown emotions rolling around.
Qingxi hurriedly moved her hand away, quickly lowered her head and turned her back and whispered: "Although I'm not superstitious, there are some things I still don't want to hear."
Xiao Yizheng looked at her slender figure, which looked delicate and beautiful under the candlelight. But she was obviously not an ordinary weak woman. After a long while, he said: "Don't worry." He said every word solemnly.
Don't worry? In fact, she has nothing to worry about. Even the father who loves his son so much is willing to let him go to a battlefield without gunpowder but extremely dangerous. What does she have to worry about? Even he said he is so sure and confident. What does she have to worry about?
Are you relieved? They are just partners in a one-year contract. Why is she worried? He has so many people who are worried about him. Why is she worried?
However, she couldn't lie to herself. At this moment, she couldn't let go.
If he made a mistake, wouldn't she become a widow inexplicably? If he made a mistake, how could she end this one-year agreement? If he made a mistake, who would protect the Ling family? If he made a mistake, who would protect the Ling family?
What will happen to myself?
She suddenly felt that there was an inexplicable heat gathering in her eyes, which seemed to be pouring out. This feeling was not good, so she quickly took a few deep breaths, pinched her fingers, and forced back these strange but real emotions.
Xiao Yizheng saw her standing like that for a long time without speaking, so he said softly: "I'm not in Shangdu, you can go back to live in Ling Mansion."
When Qingxi heard this, she actually knew that this was his good intention and consideration, but she felt uncomfortable because of his pretentiousness. Why did he let herself leave the palace so soon? So, she turned around and asked: "His Royal Highness said that the return date is uncertain. If it is two or three years
If you don’t reply, what will happen?”
When Xiao Yizheng heard this question, his expression froze. After a long while, he whispered: "Your agreement with me remains unchanged."
Qingxi was stunned. She didn't mean to mention that one-year appointment. So she quickly raised her head and looked at him with a complicated face. She wanted to explain, but she didn't know how to explain it or where to explain it.
But Xiao Yizheng turned his back, walked to the window, and gently opened the window. The cool night breeze blew on his face. He raised his head and looked at the moon, "I just said, I don't want you to wait. One year is just one year."
Year."
Qingxi looked at his profile, tall and soft, and listened to him say that one year is a year, but she didn't feel at ease in her heart. She felt that she had to say something. "Cheng Zhan, you said that waiting is a thing.
It’s something to love and fear, right?”
When Xiao Yizheng heard her calling him his cousin, he immediately turned his head and stared at her.
Qingxi smiled warmly: "I can't influence the great affairs of the country. I will wait for you to untie the knot in Shangdu and wait for your triumphant return." Her eyes were firm and bright.
Xiao Yizheng's eyes were dark.
"But you have to hurry up. It's too long and I can't wait any longer." Qingxi raised his eyebrows and spoke briskly.
Xiao Yizheng's expression paused, and then he smiled happily.
The attendants waiting outside the house to be dispatched at any time listened to the laughter of the prince inside the house, looked at each other, and also smiled.
"Why is the prince so happy?"
"Although Your Majesty often greets people with a smile, do you really not hear such cheerful laughter tonight?"
"Because of the princess."
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Outside Chaolan Garden, a figure heard the whispers of the attendants, stopped and turned around to leave.
That night, Yueying was in a very beautiful mood, because before her daughter went to bed, she asked her casually: "How many days do you think it will take me to make a purse?"
She immediately stopped what she was doing and kept blinking her eyes and asked: "Really? Does the girl really want to do it? Soon, soon, three days, oh, no, maybe two days. I will prepare it tomorrow
Everything..."
Qingxi smiled and lay down, and said calmly: "You don't have to be so happy, I may not be able to finish the job. Just give it a try..." After saying that, he turned around and seemed to be going to sleep.
Yueying quietly lowered the window curtain for her and exited the house.
Give it a try, maybe you can make a decent purse, and maybe the purse can help him feel the beautiful blessings of the festival even if he is not in Shangdu during the Dragon Boat Festival.