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Chapter 119 The Princess and the Slave (30)

Northern Xinjiang
He Shu, who had just returned from the battlefield, walked into the main tent in a vicious manner, and the arguing crowd couldn't help but stop arguing, and turned to look at him, only to see a bloody long sword being cut from his waist by him. He untied it and threw it into the arms of the lieutenant general.

"What are all the people doing here? Didn't you hear the sound of the drums calling for the Northern Xinjiang Army to attack?"

As soon as He Shu spoke, the people in the main tent couldn't help but looked at each other and kept silent tacitly. Everyone could hear the anger in General He's words.

Since he entered the door, there was only one person who didn't raise his head and look at him immediately, and that was Zhang Jian, the deputy commander of the Northern Expedition.Although he is of a foreign surname, he is the leader of the He family army who came to northern Xinjiang. He is over half a century old and still has outstanding military strength, and he is very appreciated by Mrs. He.Seeing He Shu raised his brow slightly like this, he looked at He Shu quite dissatisfied.

"He Shuai, the few of us staying here have more important matters to discuss, why are we so angry?"

He Shu widened his eyes slightly when he heard the words, glanced indifferently at the man who was speaking, and let out a cold snort in his throat, "Is there anything more important than fighting against Beijiang now? Can Deputy Commander Zhang Really know how to joke!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone in the tent immediately stood up, surrounded Zhang Jian and stepped forward, Zhang Jian lowered his face slightly, and stood still in front of He Shu.

A letter was pressed into He Shu's arms, He Shu paused when he wanted to dodge it, and subconsciously caught it.

The letter was sent from the capital, but Zhang Jian had already opened it and read it. He Shu glanced at it roughly, and his face changed slightly.

This is the handwriting of He Shu's father, the Patriarch of the He family. How could it fall into Zhang Jian's hands?
Before he had time to think about it, He Shu put the letter back in his arms, and pulled his lips nonchalantly, "Does Vice Marshal Zhang have the habit of peeping at other people's privacy? Don't forget your identity."

"He Shuai, I, Zhang Jian, would never do such a villainous thing, but it concerns the old lady's safety, and Zhang can't care so much about it."

"Deputy Marshal Zhang, you..."

"Is what the head of the family said in the letter true?"

He Shu's complexion changed after being interrupted, but he endured the breath after all.For the smooth progress of the plan, he planned to temporarily conceal the news that the old matriarch was trapped in the palace, but Zhang Jian intercepted his father's letter directly.

Although there were only a few words in the letter, it clearly described the situation of the old lady at this time.

Seeing He Shu's hesitant look, Zhang Jian knew it, and walked out of the big tent with a sullen face, followed by the generals of the He family army, and there was only one person in the big tent standing there with an ugly face.

Back in front of his military tent, Zhang Jian retreated the surrounding soldiers and entered the tent alone.

A light suddenly lit up in the darkness, Zhang Jian raised his hand to cover the light, and saw the handsome profile of the young man through his fingers.

Zhang strengthened his composure, put down his hands and sat opposite the man, the man saw his not-so-good-looking face by the candlelight, and smiled slightly.

"Zhang Shuai, how are you thinking?" the man asked.

Hearing this, Zhang Jian raised his head and glanced at him, with a hint of danger in his eyes, but for a moment the dagger in Zhang Jian's hand was on the man's neck, but the young man just paused for a moment, and then unfolded the folding fan in his hand without paying attention.

"Shuai Zhang..."

The man yelled softly, but did not continue. He pointed to the dagger on his neck with the handle of his fan.

Zhang Jian tried to find a look of uneasiness on the man's face, but it was a pity that the man's unruffled appearance quickly defeated him, and he threw the dagger aside in frustration.

"I can cooperate here, but we must first ensure that the old lady is safe..."

"Haha!" The man suddenly raised his head and laughed. His voice was extremely loud in the empty military tent. Zhang Jian's voice suddenly stopped. He looked angrily at the man who interrupted him, but he heard the man He smiled and said, "Zhang Shuai, it's not your turn to negotiate terms with the princess now."

Zhang Jian's eyes sank when he heard the words, and he remembered the content of the letter in his mind, so he gritted his teeth and made up his mind.

"I agree to cooperate, but if you don't keep your promise, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Don't worry, Zhang Shuai. Her Royal Highness always keeps her word, so --- I will just wait for Zhang Shuai's good news."

……

Chu Yu, who came back early, entered Yongle Palace with a pale complexion, and Luo Qinghuan welcomed him in.Turning around to make tea, unexpectedly Chu Yu suddenly grabbed her wrist.

"Ayu, what happened?"

Chu Yu didn't answer, and glanced coldly at the maids around Luo Qinghuan, Luo Qinghuan smiled knowingly, and sent the people in the palace out.

"Now, Ah Yu can speak."

Luo Qing smiled happily and pressed Chu Yu onto the soft couch, Chu Yu's tense body relaxed slightly, noticed the tea on Luo Qinghuan's table, subconsciously stretched out her hand to take it away, and drank it all in one gulp.

The cool tea made the pent-up anger in his chest seem to fade instantly. Luo Qinghuan glanced at him, smiled and reached out to refill the tea for him.

After another cup, Chu Yu opened his mouth.

The war in northern Xinjiang has not stopped, and the news of the defeat sent back by He Shu surprised the ministers of the DPRK and China.Now that the army's morale is shaken, all the ministers have petitioned to transfer the troops from the capital to the northern border. Li Li, a veteran stationed in the capital, has fought against the northern border army many times, so he is the best candidate to lead the army.

But if Li Li was really allowed to leave the capital, then Chu Yu would have no army at all...

Chu Yu is very clear that all the ministers in the court are now faintly headed by Chu Yan. This matter is likely to be Chu Yan's original intention, but in the face of the predicament in the northern border, there are very few generals available in the court, Chu Yu thought There is no better way to do it.

He wants, what to do.

"Ayu, do you believe me?"

Chu Yu was slightly startled, and nodded subconsciously, "Of course I believe sister, why does sister ask such a question?"

"Then don't worry, tomorrow - things will definitely turn around."

"Sister..."

Chu Yu widened his eyes, looking at Luo Qinghuan's confident look in disbelief, and suddenly thought of Mrs. He and others who were staying in the palace with Luo Qinghuan.

Is it possible to use Mr. He to restrain him?But the two seem to have nothing to do with each other. What exactly does Sister A want to do?
She clearly knew that what Luo Qinghuan said meant nothing, but for some reason, at this moment, Chu Yu felt extraordinarily stable in her heart.

Soon after Chu Yu left, Nalan Yue's face appeared from behind the screen.

Nalan Yue listened to what was said just now, and he looked at Luo Qinghuan with complicated eyes.

"Nalan, you know, Ayu is the only family member of this palace, and this palace will protect him at all costs." Luo Qinghuan bent the corners of her lips, and took the initiative to approach Nalan Yue. Just now he reached out his hand to touch Nalan Yue's cheek, but Nalan Yue retreated abruptly as if frightened, and unconsciously grabbed the hem of his robe with both hands.

Luo Qinghuan paused, looked thoughtfully at Nalan Yue's slightly pale face, turned her eyes to the teapot on the table, and poured herself a cup of tea.

Before the tea touched his lips, Nalan Yue suddenly reached out and knocked it over.

The hot tea splashed on Nalan Yue's wrist, and the pain spread instantly, but Nalan Yue didn't dare to make a sound.

"Nalan Yue, look at me," the smile on Luo Qinghuan's lips gradually turned into ice, "Answer me - what is in this pot!"

(End of this chapter)