The woman in front of him was not a peerless beauty, but her eyes shone with intelligence, and there was even a thin layer of fog.
She always had an attitude of neither humbleness nor arrogance in front of him.
And the mist filling the watery eyes, inexplicably, there is a kind of exploration, wanting to know her, quietly and slowly rising at the top of her chest.
This woman has always had an attitude of neither being humble nor arrogant.
Even if the sky comes down, she can face it calmly.
A bright and strange light flashed in the deep and dark eyes.
He lowered his eyes and sneered, "Do you think we in Beixiang have the strength to compete with Empress Su?"
The implication is that Dong Lingfeng really doesn't want to seize the throne, and he has the ability and ability to stand at the core of power.
Naturally, he is not afraid of being punished by God.
Clown was his biological daughter, and she was given a name without his flesh.
This paralytic was really in need of a beating.
He was so cold-blooded that she really wanted to grab him by the collar and slap him a few times.
"Chou'er is very pitiful.
She is the princess of Beixiang and is your flesh and blood.
She should not be used as a cow or a horse.
If you don't like her and want her, then give her to me.
From now on, everything will be done." , it has nothing to do with you."
The brush was dipped in ink, and then he drew a few lines on the white rice paper.
The white paper was presented to him, and he quickly took out a few ingots of silver from his sleeves, and placed them heavily on the Eight Immortals' table.
He glanced at the silver on the Eight Immortals' table, and the smile in the sick king's eyes grew stronger and stronger.
Deep, but there was no warmth in that smile.
"Aventurine Snow Yan, colorful Yan, Feng" "Single character glass."
He spat out the words that had been brewing in his heart for a moment.
Dongling Xueyan Xueyan, in the freezing Xiangbei, a field of colorful purples and reds is blooming.
The colorful flowers may be the wish of this paralyzed man.
The clown's name contains the word "Yan", which carries the entire Xiangbei's expectation for spring.
The prosperity of Xiangbei is embedded in this name.
Thinking about it, I feel wonderful, and the title is Li, the crystal clear Li character, clean and pure, this name is really good.
For the first time, she smiled softly at Xinwu Cheng and bent her thumb at him to sincerely express her gratitude.
Dongling Fengzhen pouted at her, and Yun Dingchu picked up the silver from the Eight Immortals table and stuffed it into his sleeves.
After coming to Xiangbei, all the food and daily life were handled by the palace staff, and she received the monthly salary.
It wasn't much, but she stayed in the palace all day and didn't need any money.
This ingot of silver was brought from Yun Mansion.
It was all her belongings.
She was really poor.
In the dark night, Dingchu walked out of the courtyard.
Under the snow light, he saw a dove with white feathers and red eyes resting on the branches of bare lilac branches.
He walked over, jumped up, and caught the dove in his hand. , took out a small paper ball from the golden ring on its left foot.
After returning to the room, asked Qinglian to fetch a basin of water, spread the paper ball out and gently Put it gently into the clear water.
In the clear water, clear and black handwriting appeared bit by bit, "Yunniang has returned to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
My mother has always taken her with her.
The handle of my mother's hairpin is sharp, and sometimes it may accidentally It scratched her skin.
My mother has always hated Lantian jade.
The luster of the jade is too strong.
My mother is old and her eyesight is not good, but she is not blind or deaf.
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Come back soon."
Qinglian didn't know many words, but she could definitely get a rough idea and the general meaning of this short letter.
"Miss, Madam asked for a quick reply, what should I do?"
Qinglian knew her master's thoughts.
In Yun Mansion, Miss Liu was often mistreated by Mrs.
Liu, and now, Yun Niang was used to force Miss to deliver messages for them.
There was no way the young lady would succumb to the fate of being a spy.
It was absolutely impossible for her to directly tell Mr.
Liu the truth about the situation here.
Besides, how long had they been here?
Counting on their fingers, it was less than eleven days.
Just two days after they arrived, Yun Qilin was sent to find out.
Qilin left with a body full of pain and decay.
Only a few days later, Mrs.
Liu came again to press for news.
What a hateful old witch, Qinglian cursed secretly in her heart.
Yun Dingchu listened to Qinglian's girl's nagging, his eyes brightened, and he already had an idea in his heart.
The Lantian jade in the letter refers to aventurine.
Mrs.
Liu said that she hated that piece of jade.
Naturally, Empress Su hated aventurine.
Liu's words represent the meaning of Empress Su.
Also, in comparison, Fengjue and Xiangbei, whether in terms of geographical environment or other related humanities and history, Fengjue is much stronger than Xiangbei.
Fengjue is a large plain land, at least, it can be used in ancient times.
We have enough food and clothing, but there are snowstorms every year in Xiangbei, and the people are in dire straits.
Tens of thousands of people are starved to death every year.
Besides, Dongling Fengyu has always been the product of the late emperor’s meticulous work.
The crown prince who was cultivated had the imperial power taken away by her, Empress Su.
He, Dongling Fengyu, would never let it go.
Once he got the chance, he would break into the palace.
Moreover, before Concubine Qin Chen left Bianliang in Kyoto with Dongling Fengyu, She once signed an agreement with Empress Su, requiring her son to abdicate voluntarily, and she must take away 100,000 elite troops.
Otherwise, even if she still has a breath left, she will never give in.
Su Xizhu was afraid, and it couldn't be said that she was afraid.
It should be said that what she feared the most was the one hundred thousand army that Dongling Fengyu brought to Feng Jue.
The story of Yun Qilin drunkenly climbing onto Dou's bed must have reached the ears of Empress Su.
Yun Qilin must have been afraid of being punished by Empress Su, so he reported to her that Dongling Fengyu personally escorted Dongling Fengyu to deliver grain to Xiangbei. , therefore, such a letter urging information arrived.
Empress Su just wanted to know the real reason why Dongling Fengyu came to Xiangbei.
However, she didn't quite know Dongling Fengyu's real purpose of coming to Xiangbei.
He only stayed for one night and left with his subordinates on horseback the next day.
And that night, he came to see her.
To be honest, Zhong Mentioning past friendship is just If he wants to continue to use the original owner to work for him, if she, Yun Dingchu, falls to his side, then, whether it is Bian Liang or Xiangbei, he will know everything about these two sides, and he will be able to take a preemptive strike if he can understand their movements. .
She also had insight into the calculation hidden deep in King Yan's eyes, so she agreed to him on the surface, but in fact her heart did not fall to his side.
What a joke, she is not the stupid Yun Dingchu she used to be.
Bian Liang , Feng Jue, Xiangbei, she will not lean towards any one side, she will rely on her own strength to gain a foothold in this strange land, and will never become a pawn in the hands of anyone.
Dongling Fengyu was too confident, thinking that she had been dealt with, so she left Xiangbei with great arrogance.
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Eyes are not blind, ears are not deaf With a strong warning, it meant that nothing in the world could escape her, Su Xizhu's eyes.
Since you, Queen Mother Su, want to know the true reason why King Yan came here and threaten me with the original wet nurse, then I will tell you.
Thinking of this, Dingchu took out a pen and wrote a reply, rolled the letter into a cylinder, and placed it in the golden ring on the pigeon's left foot.
In the Changye Palace of Beixiang, a pot of charcoal fire was burning in the room.
Zhang Wei and two palace attendants stood on both sides with their heads bowed, not daring to say a word.
Dongling Fengzhen sat in a chair with a shawl draped over his shoulders.
Off-white wool cloak , looking out from the window, it was a vast white world, green mountains, white clouds, mountains and rivers were all shrouded in a faint light of snow.
In the silence, suddenly, not far away, a flying pigeon flew past the eyes with a chirp.
Pass.
Zhang Wei's expression changed and he eagerly ordered his subordinates beside him, "Hurry and capture him."
"No need."
In the candlelight, the smile that appeared on the corner of the sick king's mouth seemed to have no warmth at all, like cold and sizzling poisonous snakes.
"What time has it been updated?"
"It's the second update, Your Majesty."
"Undress, I, the king, need to rest."
"I obey my orders."
How could Zhang Wei dare to ask more questions?
The master was always bigger than the sky, and slaves like them could only do things according to his orders.
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