Volume 1: Painting Hall Spring Chapter 67: Good News
The lights in the house were dim, and Qingxi smiled and said nothing.
Xiao Yizheng said what he wanted to say clearly, and felt happy and comfortable in his heart.
"Where is my wallet?" he asked softly.
Qingxi hesitated for a while, pushed him gently, turned around and took out the purse from the small wooden box. She glanced at the pins of the purse, but still felt that she couldn't take it out. But Xiao Yizheng's hand had already reached in front of her eyes, and he moved quickly
Pulled the purse away.
He looked at the small purse carefully, with a smile on his lips and warmth in his heart.
The fragrance of purse mugwort has disappeared, but the flower color is still clear, and a pale pink magnolia flower blooms brightly on a light blue background.
He rubbed his purse and whispered: "Is this your first time?"
Qingxi knew that her work as a female celebrity was not meticulous, so she snorted and reached out to snatch it back.
Xiao Yizheng grasped the purse tightly with quick eyes and hands, put it against his chest, and asked her with a smile: "Why don't you give it to me?"
"You have it, you don't need me."
He frowned and thought for a moment, "All this time, I have only accepted the Dragon Boat Festival purse made by the Queen."
Qing Xi's heart moved and he understood.
"Does it hurt?" he asked.
Qingxi frowned, not sure why.
"Does it hurt when your hand is pricked?" he asked again.
Qingxi pursed her lips and said angrily: "It hurts."
He gathered her hands, put them in his palms, and said softly: "These hands can write Liu Feng's running script that was astonishing to the Chinese military capital of another dynasty, and they can control the Taixuan Qin that can sound thousands of times, and they can also
Make me a mugwort purse that makes me very happy. Therefore, it is very precious, so you must protect it well and don’t hurt it again.”
Qingxi was moved, feeling that the blush on her face had not subsided all night, and she lowered her head slightly. After a while, she said seriously: "Now, I will give this purse to you, and I also wish you all the best in the northwest.
Triumph.”
"Definitely!" Xiao Yizheng's eyes flashed, firm and powerful. "I want to come back as soon as possible to hear your answer."
In the early morning, Zhao Xin reported to Xiao Yizheng the investigation status of the overturned carriage.
"But the carriage was tampered with. The coachman said that he had checked before leaving the palace and was sure that the carriage was fine. From the palace to Fahua Temple, he only left the carriage to relieve himself when His Highness and the Princess went to Fahua Temple to offer incense.
It’s only at that time that you have the chance.”
Xiao Yizheng sat in the courtyard of Zhengzeyuan, looked up at the clear sky, and asked in a deep voice: "Besides this, are there any other clues?"
Xin Zhao shook his head.
"The news of my injury didn't spread, right?"
"No. I wonder if the person who did this will spread the news?"
"Of course not. Although I hope to prevent me from going to the northwest, if there is news, it will be easy for us to investigate."
Zhao Xin nodded, frowned and asked, "Does His Highness have any guesses in his mind? Do you want to tell His Majesty?"
Xiao Yizheng took a deep breath and shook his head slightly, "My father is not in good health, so I can't tell him." He withdrew his gaze and said solemnly: "Xin Zhao, you don't have to follow me to the northwest tomorrow, stay in the palace and protect the princess."
Xin Zhao naturally wanted to follow him and hurriedly said: "Your Highness..."
Xiao Yizheng raised his hand and stopped his words: "This time is different from going to the southwest. I will take an escort army to Beisu to join General Zeng Ji's northwest army. It will be more useful for you to stay in the palace so that the princess will not be hurt.
Every little bit helps me."
"But your injury?"
Xiao Yizheng smiled and didn't care much. "Such an injury is not a problem, and outsiders can't see it at all. Mr. Bai is still in the northwest, and I can still meet him this time."
Sure enough, His Highness Prince Heng, who was sitting on Zhui Chen the next day, was still majestic and high-spirited.
What the people of Shangdu City were even more chasing after was Princess Heng who was riding a white horse, wearing a red Alizarin suit to practice kung fu, and escorted him out of the city. Qingxi's heroic appearance and temperament were not inferior to those of a man, making everyone sigh that a woman cannot be inferior to a man.
I would like to add another sentence: This battle must be won.
Everyone saw His Highness King Heng leading a group of soldiers and horses far away from the city gate. The princess was still standing on the horse, looking at the dusty official road, and did not return for a long time. But not long after, His Highness King Heng actually came together again.
The horse returned, but stopped ten miles away. He took out a purse-like object from his arms, raised it in the air, smiled broadly, turned the horse's head and galloped away.
The princess stared into the distance from beginning to end.
A few days after Xiao Yizheng left, the emperor's condition improved and he began to attend court meetings in person to handle all political affairs.
After that, reports of the situation in the northwest continued: King Heng arrived at Beisuzhou two days earlier than agreed. The next day, General Zeng Ji dispatched northwest troops in two groups to attack Gaobo and Kuli, which were invaded by Danda.
Xiao Yizheng took the lead, followed the troops deep into Mobei, and participated in the battle against Gaofan.
The military newspaper said that when the commander-in-chief Danda who stayed behind in Gaofan heard that the Dacheng army was approaching the city, he was so anxious that he died on the spot. Therefore, this battle can be said to be an effortless victory for Dacheng. And another
The Northwest Army along the way was commanded by Zeng Qidao. Although it encountered vigorous resistance from the Danda army who stayed in Kuli, in the end there was a huge disparity in strength. Danda troops also abandoned their armor and evacuated from Kuli.
Countries in the Western Region were naturally happy to see Dacheng's army, and trade routes were opened, benefiting many countries.
However, although the Danda tribe lost both countries, it remobilized its troops and stationed in Guiping Kingdom, which was very close to the border with Dacheng. The king of Guiping Kingdom had a very good personal relationship with the Khan of Danda tribe, and his queen was Huhurle.
Khan's biological sister.
Since Guiping Kingdom is very close to the border of Dacheng Kingdom, if a large number of Danda troops are stationed in the country, it will naturally put pressure on the security of Dacheng's border.
However, the northwest has entered the winter and snow season, which is not conducive to marching and fighting, so Dacheng's troops had to withdraw to the border and stationed there.
Xiao Yizheng temporarily stayed in Beisuzhou to make long-term plans.
He had been in the Northwest Army for two months, and he became very close to the soldiers of the Northwest Army. When he was free, he would discuss military law or play chess with the old general Zeng Ji. Every time the two played against each other, he would lose half a piece. His hair was white.
, General Zeng Ji, who looked resolute, would smile as happily as a child.
Zeng Ji came from a family of military generals and was bold and ambitious. He was still in his sixties and still in high spirits.
"His Royal Highness always uses different methods to lose to the old minister. He must have put a lot of effort into it." The old general said with a smile.
Xiao Yizheng stretched out his hand to warm himself by the fire and smiled back: "The old general taught me so many tactics and tactics, I should pay some tuition fees."
Zeng Ji looked at the falling snow outside the window and asked with concern: "It's winter in the north and it's bitingly cold. I'm afraid your highness won't be able to adapt to it."
Xiao Yizheng pulled up the stool, took a sip of hot milk tea, and then replied: "Old general, don't underestimate me. I really like the scenery of the northwest."
Zeng Ji laughed heartily, clapped his thighs and said, "How dare I underestimate Your Highness? You went to Gaofan. Not only did you gain the sincere admiration of our soldiers, but you also made friends with the King of Gaofan.
I think His Highness can not only command the army, but also take on the job of Minister of Honglu Temple."
"King Gaofan admires my Central Plains culture. Even if it were not me, but Yuan Yi, we would have a very happy conversation with him."
Speaking of Zeng Qidao, Zeng Ji's face showed momentary embarrassment, but it was fleeting.
Xiao Yizheng continued kindly: "Speaking of which, Yuan Yi and I are old acquaintances. We have been busy marching and fighting in the past two months and have not had a chance to reminisce. When he comes back from patrolling, I will have a drink with him."
Zeng Ji showed some respect and said: "Yuanyi is the youngest son of an old minister. He has been pampered since he was a child. If there is any disrespect, please forgive me."
"Old General, you are worrying too much. There is a saying, there are only brothers in the army." Xiao Yizheng also handed him steaming milk tea.
Zeng Ji nodded with a smile and didn't say much.
After a while, he asked: "Gui Pingguo, we have already reported to the court. I wonder what your Majesty's plan is?"
Xiao Yizheng put down the tea bowl, suppressed a smile, stared at the fire beside him and said: "The matter of Guiping Kingdom is different from Gao Fankuli. Guiping Kingdom voluntarily allowed Danda to garrison troops. Even if we send troops, it will be unknown. I
I think the imperial court will send envoys there first to talk. But now that the mountains and roads are blocked by heavy snow, the imperial court’s decree may take a long time to arrive in Beisu.”
Zeng Ji nodded and agreed: "But Hu Le's intentions are so obvious, which is always a big problem." He paused and then said again: "The Danda tribe is a nomadic people after all. If he covets the supplies of Beisuzhou,
It needs a stronghold to prepare for war. Guiping is a very good choice."
"Does the old general think his Danda troops can really challenge our Dacheng Northwest Army?"
Zeng Ji raised his eyebrows and said: "Of course you can't, but how can you allow others to sleep soundly on the side of the couch? Isn't that what Your Highness thinks?"
Xiao Yizheng stood in front of the window with his hands folded, his face illuminated by the white snow also bright.
"Although Beisu is located in Mobei, due to the special geographical environment and the hardworking people of Beisu, the people have always been rich and abundant. It is an important material exchange place on the trade road and the only entrance for foreigners to enter our Dacheng."
, is also the most prosperous prefecture in the northwest, so it is normal to arouse the jealousy of Huhu Le. In the final analysis, ending the war with force is the goal. Whether it is Dacheng, Guiping, or Danda, the people need stability and prosperity.
Our lives are the same everywhere, there is no difference."
"It's really rare for Your Highness to think like this." Zeng Ji took a sip of milk tea, clicked his tongue, and then spoke again: "Speaking of this Su Su Le, he is actually not an ordinary person. His methods are decisive and ruthless, otherwise
How could he unify the six tribes of Danda in such a short period of time? He has so many sons, but the youngest daughter he loves the most, this little daughter is also incredible. She can fight on horseback and not lose to the men."
Speaking of women, Xiao Yizheng thought of Qingxi and her dazzling red figure standing outside the city gate, and a warm smile appeared on the corner of her mouth without knowing it.
He sent her a letter home. I wonder if she received it? The temperature in Shangdu City must have dropped a lot. I wonder if everything is well with her in the palace? After he left, did she miss him as much as he did? And that person
Question, does she have an answer?
Speaking of which, Qingxi still hasn't written a single word to him.