MTL - The White-Haired Imperial Concubine-Chapter 132
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Zong Zheng's vision turned slightly, war horse? Dustwind Country! There will be more than one person at that time! "I'll talk about it here today. Let's step back."
The crowds retreated, leaving him alone. Walked to the front desk case, looking at the thing covered by a black cloth on the case, his eyes gradually opened, and the glare of snow appeared in front of him. There was a pain in the eyes, and the numb heart still felt like being cut by a knife.
He reached out and opened the black cloth, under which was a small pot of flowers and plants. The transparent rhizomes and dark black leaves are shaped like horns closed, with only a small piece.
When the sky is dark, the leaves slowly open, just like the trumpet flowers in full bloom, the dark black leaves in the center, and three slender styles of blood-stained red needles like silver needles.
He raised his hand gently, and stretched his index finger without hesitation. The style seemed to have life suddenly, piercing the skin of his fingertips, spreading quickly on his hand, and the blood was under the white skin. Red expansion is extremely overbearing.
His complexion was gradually turning white, and his heart was gnawing like insects and ants, and his chest was rising and falling sharply, but he didn't even frown. Eyes were tightly fixed on the transparent rhizomes of the flowers and plants slowly turned into **** red, and the black leaves also showed a dark red luster. The style blooming under his skin gradually shrank back into the leaves, he retracted his hands, and the leaves closed again.
He looked at the little flowers and grasses, a strange tenderness in the dim eyes, and looked down at his hands, without **** whiteness.
Five days later, the snow and ice melted and the army was forced out of camp.
Twelve days later, news of a big victory came from the east and west borders.
Zong Zheng led the army with no plans, and there was a jubilant scene in the North. And the rumors and rumors about the princesses and queens in the Southern Dynasty were all over the sky.
The air in the House of Parliament is not only cold, but also a little dull.
Zong Zheng carelessly stared at the discounts handed down by the ministers in the early morning. Those people were still biting those things. He wanted to deal with them later, but they couldn't wait for them.
"Emperor Kailuan, something bad is happening, General Xiang sent someone to play, and the new army barracks rioted!" Xiao Xiangzi, who was waiting at the Palace of Governmental Affairs, knelt down with a tense expression.
Zong Zheng glanced at the table with a worry-free look, and the fold in his hand was snapped at the desk case, and Shen Sheng asked, "What's going on?"
Xiao Xiangzi was so frightened that he cried out in his throat. He didn't dare to say those words but had to say them. "The comer played a newspaper, and the rumor rumoured that the princess maiden's red-and-white hair in the army camp was a curse for the country. I heard that General Xiang was a princess maiden. They did not obey General Xiang's control and fought."
Zong Zheng wrinkled his eyes with no worries. His left five fingers opened and pressed against a folded book, which was sealed with a slight force. The bright yellow folded book engraved with five fingers. He said blankly: "The ministers will meet in the palace."
Xiaoxiangzi hurriedly retreated and his head was sweating.
In less than an hour, the civil and military officials in the Palace of Government gathered together, kneeling down and waiting for the emperor's speech, but above the high position, the emperor seemed to have forgotten their existence, and read the memorials one by one. The ministers secretly looked at each other privately, wondering what was going on.
Sang Xixiang, who was kneeling in front of him, looked up slightly, his savvy eyes flickered slightly, and he looked at the expressionless emperor. The cold eyes with no emotions made him see nothing of the emperor's mind, and he couldn't help but feel uneasy. . The riots in the new army and the solitaire review of such a calm show that this young emperor is not ordinary deep.
Zong Zheng apprehensively reviewed the last book of the souvenirs, put down his pens, and swept the crowd coldly, and all the officials were agitated and busy waiting for God.
Zongzheng's anxiety winked at Xiao Xiangzi. Xiao Xiangzi noticed, and quickly took the discount and returned it to the ministers.
Zongzheng leaned back without worry, so he lazily said, "After thinking for a few days, I think that the words of the Ai Qing people are not completely unreasonable. However, the people's livelihood should be the first priority in the country's construction. Regarding the recapture of the capital in Beijing, I will consider it again. As for the post ... I heard that Sang Aiqing, the daughter of Sang Aiqing, has both good looks and good looks. She is a rare woman. Coincidentally these days, the princess and mother-in-law always said no Personally accompany her to talk, why not let Sang Yan enter the palace to be her companion for a few days. I wonder if Sang Aiqing would be willing? "
Mulberry looked happy, and smiled happily: "The emperor and the concubine loved each other, and it was a blessing to be repaired by the young women in the palace. The old minister thanked Huang En!"
Zongzheng lifted his eyelids, glanced at him, and said lightly, "Then do it. All back down."
The crowds withdrew, and Zongzheng cried, "Cold inflammation."
Leng Yan showed up and waited for orders.
Zongzheng said without worry: "Call Xiao Ke over."
Leng Yan took the lead, and Zongzheng was worried and added a sentence: "Don't let her know."
Leng Yan froze, and naturally knew who this "she" was referring to.
In the Qingfeng Pavilion of Manxiang Hall, in the middle of a plum-like forest, plum blossoms overflow in the forest, and flowers bloom like snow.
Crouching on the table in front of the window, he held down a large piece of white paper in one hand and drew something in his hand. She frowned slightly, her expression very serious, her head down, and her slender neck curved beautifully. The long hair slipped from his ears and scattered on the same white rice paper.
She was surrounded by old Tablets, which contained information on weapons and battle formations.
In these days, except for sleeping at night and dining with Wuyou, other times, she was thinking about one thing. The war is about to come. The total number of troops in the Southern Dynasty plus new recruits is only 200,000, while the number of iron armours in the Northern Dynasty is nearly 400,000 and the army in Qiyun is not less than 500,000. If you don't have good equipment and weapons, even if you pass the strategy and fight, you will be very disadvantaged. The equipment and weapons of this era are nothing more than armor, warhorses, spears, shields, bows, crossbows, and swords. An individual is either offensive or defensive, but no one can combine offense and defense.
She meditated consciously, completely unaware that it was dark outside. The palace girl entered the house and held the lamp in silence, stepping down, for fear of disturbing her. The eunuchs in the palace of Manxiang all know that when she is serious about doing something, she sleeps and forgets to eat and does not like to be disturbed.
She had never imagined it before. One day, her design would be used on weapons and equipment in war. She hadn't had time to discuss with Wuyou about this matter, she just wanted to surprise him after her design was completed. Looking at the drawing in the pen, she raised her lips slightly, and the brilliance flowing in her eyes eclipsed the full moon hanging in the sky.
She finally exhaled, put down her pen, and the palace girl who was standing at the door quickly came in to salute: "Mother, the dinner has been heated for four times, please go to the dining room to eat."
For a moment, he glanced at the dark night, only to find that she had been sitting here for hours unconsciously. She turned and asked, "What time is it? Has the emperor come yet?"
The palace girl replied: "It's been five and a half years since the words of the returning mother-in-law were made. Half an hour ago, the father-in-law of Xianggong came to preach a message. The emperor was doing something tonight, but he came to the Manxiang Temple. "
They talked well, they said yes, no matter how busy they are, they must be together during meals. For the past two days, although he talked to her as usual, she felt something was in his heart. She frowned and asked, "Can I say anything else?"
The woman shook her head and said, "No."
She glanced down, stood up slowly, and looked up, seeing the sly bright moon in the dark gray sky, suddenly remembered that today is November 15th, it seems to be her birthday . How many years have you never had a birthday?
I remember my past life. After my father had an affair and my mother was hospitalized all year round, no one remembered her birthday. After the death of her mother, she would sit alone in the empty room on this night of the year, facing the birthday cake, never making a wish, just opening her eyes to watch the candles slowly burn out, and then rose up quietly, head Leave without returning. Turn off all lights and lock yourself in the bedroom.
At that time, she still had at least a cake, and she could symbolically celebrate her birthday, but when she came to this world, she didn't dare let people know how special this day was for her, everything was A secret, a secret that cannot be seen.
On this day of last year, they were on their way to Jiangnan, facing the pursuit of the enemy. She did not mention this to Wuyou. And this year, she hopes that someone can fulfill her long-cherished wish for years without cakes or grand ceremonies. Only one person can hug her gently and say a happy birthday to her, that's enough!
She picked up the drawing on the table and walked to the dining room. When the food was a little cold, she instructed the maid: "Heat it again, and send it to Longxiao Palace."
The palace maid was startled and raised her head. "Ah", the other palace maids in the room glanced at each other, and there were worries and flashes in their eyes.
Frowning frowningly, she knew nothing she knew. She gazed at her, coldly glanced at everyone, her eyes sharp, her voice sounded like ice, and asked, "What? Are you hiding something from this palace?"
As soon as the maids understood her anger, and frightened their legs, they knelt down and said, "Don't dare. Please forgive your mother!" 2k novel reading network