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(I am dying of laughter. There are 47 vulgar things in one chapter. Never mind. I will give you a few points. The rest will follow the old rules.)

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The beautiful face nestled in the neck of the woman and couldn't stop breathing.

The rites of Confucius and Mencius, the books of the sages,

Forgot, forgot everything...

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The snowstorm outside the house raged all night, and the two of them, not knowing what time it was, fell asleep in each other's arms in the early morning.

Zishu Hexuan hugged her tightly with his arms, tenderly, but stubbornly not leaving any space between her and himself.

Meng Jiao felt as if she was placed on a warm stove in her sleep, and her blood and tendons were churning without her knowing.

Outside the palace gate, this was the third group of people knocking on the door of Prince Jing's palace this morning.

Qi Ben wanted to follow his master's instructions and excuse himself from the party on the grounds of illness, but as soon as he opened the door, he saw the empress dowager with a cold expression.

The secret guard silently leaped towards the main courtyard one step ahead, and Qi Cheng knelt respectfully to delay time.

In a daze, Meng Jiao only felt that the warm heat source was getting farther and farther away from her.

Meng Jiao grumbled a little aggrievedly, frowned impatiently, and turned over.

No more hugging, is it okay if she doesn't hug me...

It was a rare childish look, and Zishu Hexuan couldn't help but smile.

While getting dressed, he leaned forward eagerly and kissed the top of her head gently, then left reluctantly.

Meng Jiao slept soundly and no one came to disturb her.

Outside the courtyard, due to the grayness of the snowy day, the lanterns in the mansions were still on.

By the time Zishu Hexuan had finished arranging everything, the corridors and pavilions of the palace were already covered with knee-high snow.

He raised his head and let the falling snowflakes fall on his face and neck. The slight coolness brought Zishu Hexuan back to his senses.

The sleeves in my hands were clenched for a moment, and finally fell down helplessly...

In the bridal chamber, Meng Jiao slowly opened her eyes two hours later, and felt the aches and pains all over her body strangely disappear. She sat up nervously,

It was that feeling again, with my qi and blood full of energy, my tendons and veins in control. I stretched out my hand and pinched a corner of the hollow quilt box, which shattered in an instant.

I closed my eyes and sank back into bed, my thoughts gradually becoming clearer.

"squeak"

The door of the house opened softly, Zishu Hexuan gently took off his outer coat and waited outside for the cold air on his body to dissipate.

I was afraid of disturbing the people sleeping in the inner room, so I took every step carefully.

Who would have thought that when he stepped past the screen, what he saw was his wife's face, supporting her head with one hand, looking at him lazily.

To be honest, my wife doesn't look like a girl from Beijing. She has clear eyes and eyebrows and even a bit of heroism.

When he was not smiling, his expression was dignified and serious, almost abandoning all the gentleness and tenderness that were common in book reviews.

But it was this person, with those murderous eyes, who was deeply engraved in my heart.

It is breathtaking and far surpasses anything else in the world.

He came back to his senses and took two quick steps forward, leaned over and picked her up, put one hand around her waist and lifted her onto his lap, and used the other hand to gently rub her waist.

"Why didn't you call me? Are you hungry? I asked Qi Cheng to prepare lunch."

Meng Jiao rubbed against his arms and suddenly smiled silently.

I finally understand why those men in the army always want to get married, saying that when they get home, there will be someone to take care of them and warm their beds.

Nowadays, she is spoiled by Zishu and Hexuan from time to time. She is almost addicted to the feeling of being loved.

Suppressing the reluctance in her heart, Meng Jiao reached behind him and loosened his hair crown bit by bit.

"Husband, I am hungry, but... not hungry for my mouth..."

Zishu Hexuan groaned, noticing that her seat was shifting further and further away.

Deliberately moving forward...

He pinched her waist nervously and buried his head in her neck.

"You're still in pain, can your husband give it to you later?"

Her long hair fell down gracefully. Meng Jiao imitated him as she did last night, reaching her hand into his clothes and curling his earlobe.

"My dear, I learn martial arts, I get better quickly, but I also get hungry quickly..."

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When I woke up again, it was already midnight.

Although the snow outside the window has become smaller, it still continues.

After putting on the peace locket he gave her and the hairpin he gave her, Meng Jiao put on her coat and sighed softly.

I turned around and half-knelt on the edge of the bed, looking at someone sleeping soundly. He didn't even show any temper when his cheek was poked. He looked like a sleeping cow that was exhausted by the ground.

"Thank you for your hard work, husband. Wait for me."

After saying this, he stood up and gave Zishu Hexuan a light kiss on the center of his eyebrows before leaving.

When the door was closed, the person on the bed who had closed his eyes due to exhaustion slowly stood up and clenched the other half of the black jade hairpin in his palm.

After leaving Prince Jing's Mansion, Meng Jiao flew all the way to her own palace. Along the way, she passed through the streets and alleys of the capital, all of which were covered with layers of snow.

The whole world was silent, with only the rustling sound of snow.

As soon as she entered the palace, Nan Xiao came forward excitedly to see her coming back.

"Boss, you really guessed it right. The snow in the north really fell in the capital."

Nodding, Meng Jiao quickly ordered the gathering of troops.

As early as three days ago, she had sensed the chill in the air. She could be so sensitive thanks to the profound inner strength bestowed upon her by her man.

If her guess was correct, this cold wave was similar to the one eight years ago. She remembered clearly that in the year of Zhou Yuan's snowstorm, Xiling was safe and sound, but there was freezing rain in the north of Southern Xinjiang.

Whenever extreme weather occurs, the poisonous insects and miasma in southern Xinjiang will completely lose their effectiveness...

In the imperial study, the steps outside the palace were filled with court officials kneeling to give advice.

It happened to be New Year's Eve, and the northern border and even the capital were hit by a sudden snowstorm.

There were countless memorials requesting the court to allocate funds for disaster relief, but the emperor's son Shu Zhuojun, instigated by some ulterior motives, still insisted on setting up a large altar to worship the ancestors.

Even the regulations for the New Year's Eve banquet have not reduced their extravagance in the slightest.

When everyone was at a loss, bad news came from the border.

Flying flames appeared in the Xiling army. One of the three cities they were defending was overwhelmed and suffered more than 10,000 casualties. They requested the emperor to send reinforcements.

Speaking of "Flying Flame", Xia Yi's exclusive siege weapon, only the Flying Flame they made can throw flint into the inner city from a hundred meters away.

Amid such internal and external troubles, Zishu Zhuojun, who had been under great pressure recently and could only rely on elixirs to survive every day, suddenly became furious and fainted.

That night, the imperial court and the harem were shaken. Zishu Zhaoxing, who had just enjoyed the service of the beauties in the backyard, rushed to the palace as soon as he heard the news.

When he learned that his father had fallen into a coma, he subconsciously turned his gaze to the counselor beside him.

At this time, Zishu He Xuan, who was ordered by the Queen Mother to express that the Queen Mother was willing to donate her salary to rescue the people, appeared and mentioned that King Chang'an did not refuse the New Year's Eve palace banquet.

The court officials suddenly realized what was going on and proposed that the Crown Prince, who was temporarily acting as regent, restore Prince Chang'an's authority to command border defense.

The prince had never dealt with such a major matter before, and although he was frightened, he still agreed at the suggestion of his adviser.

When the dust settled, even the old ministers who used to scold him for his stubbornness in the past now knelt down and bowed down to him.

Zishu Zhaoxing clasped his hands behind his back, excitement running through his body, a feeling he had never experienced in all these years.

Zishu Hexuan, who was sitting below him, saw everything. Before leaving, he nodded imperceptibly to the counselor beside Zishu Zhaoxing, then turned around and left quickly.

In the palace, Zishu Zhaoxing finished drafting the Prince Regent Order with difficulty. Before the eunuch who announced the decree left the palace, Meng Jiao, who had been sent to keep an eye on him, had already received the report at the General's Mansion.

After pacifying her two sisters-in-law, Meng Jiao picked up her gun, mounted her horse, and put on her armor.

As the dawn breaks and the sun rises,

Meng Jiao held the prince's order in her hand, and with the help of several hundred Qin family soldiers behind her, they marched out of the city fully armed.

The streets were deserted after the snow, and the road should have been quiet.

However, when the people heard that the Qin family was going to war, they still went out in groups of two or three.

Follow with your eyes until it disappears from sight.

After riding the horse for ten miles outside the city, Meng Jiao subconsciously looked towards the Ten-Li Pavilion as if by telepathy.

I saw a person standing quietly in the pavilion, with the black jade in his hair shining.

Meng Jiao paused for a moment, her eyes piercing through the crowd as she stared at Zishu and He Xuan from a distance.

Sure enough, when she left, his breathing became disordered and he was awake the whole time.

The crowd was silent for a moment. The Qin army, who had been busy shopping, thought they were under attack. However, before they could get ready, they saw their general urging his horse to approach the young man in a blue-gray cloak.

Zishu Hexuan ran all the way along the tunnel, using all his internal strength to the fullest, and finally arrived before she was about to leave.

He thought that just looking at her from a distance would be enough, but when he actually saw her going away, his heart still ached so much that he almost suffocated.

Everything in front of him was blurry, but he didn't dare to blink, let alone raise his hand.

Her martial arts are so good, you would be worried if you see her.

She aims to protect the lights of thousands of homes, so he should just guard her dim light.

Wearing bright armor and looking majestic, Meng Jiao walked to the front of the pavilion and looked at the person who was stunned for a moment.

However, when her eyes met the wetness on his cheek, she immediately jumped off the horse nervously.

"Crying...crying?"

Soldiers shed blood but not tears. She hadn't known what tears felt like for a long time. She used to feel helpless when she saw others crying, but now, when she touched his tears, she felt so flustered that she could hardly breathe.

Zishu Hexuan was stunned. When he saw the black spot approaching, he thought it was an illusion.

Seeing that it was really her, and she was still nervous, I suddenly felt that it was enough...

He lowered his head and bit her lips fiercely with tears in his eyes. He bit her lips halfway, but could only lick them reluctantly, and then stepped back with a smile.

"Ma'am, have a safe journey."

Meng Jiao slowly let go of his hand, knowing that he didn't want to delay her so she didn't move forward and gave him a soothing smile in return.

"Okay, for the last time, when I come back I'll take you to Husai to pick sunflowers."

Zishu Hexuan's throat was dry, so he didn't say anything else, but nodded and agreed with a smile.

Meng Jiao mounted her horse, whipped the whip and rode away. Before she could even let out a sigh, it was drowned out by the sound of horse hooves. She never looked back since then.

This military uniform represents a mission.

"drive!"

At the beginning of the new year of the 63rd year of Zhou Yuan, less than half a month later, good news came from the imperial capital.

The Prince of Chang'an led 3,000 Qin troops to raid Tanyun'ao, wiped out 20,000 cavalrymen of the Xiling Army, and launched the first battle of the counterattack.

At that time, the emperor's son, Zhuo Jun, suffered a stroke in the capital, and the state affairs were temporarily managed by the crown prince's son, Zhao Xing.

However, although Zishu Zhaoxing was the crown prince, he was actually a pawn deliberately abandoned by Zishu Zhuojun in his delusion of immortality. On the surface, the affairs of the court were decided by him, but in reality, most of them fell into the hands of the advisers around him.

Another half month passed, and a conflict broke out over the relief of the snowstorm in the north. Most of the officials and businessmen in Beijing raised relief supplies, and corruption occurred.

After several investigations, it was finally discovered that the mastermind was the prince's uncle.

At this point, the emperor must have been moderate first, and he may not be able to recover his normal sanity afterwards.

Another 200,000 soldiers from the border towns outside Beijing went to Xicheng to protect the country.

The Queen Mother's party, no longer a threat, relied on the support of Zhongshu as a retreat, and under the pretext of supporting a wise ruler, they wanted to promote a wise monarch to the throne.

Zishu Zhaoxing, who had just enjoyed the treatment of an emperor, was unwilling to accept it. In an impulse, he killed the envoy who came forward to give him advice with a sword in front of all the civil and military officials...

After reading the first page of the letter and handing it to Qian Kun, Meng Jiao waved her hand and took the rest back to the tent.

After all, Xicheng is located in the north, and the air is dry and cold, which hurts like a knife when it blows on your face.

Having lived in Beijing like a spoiled child for more than two months, Meng Jiao was rarely able to adapt to the wind blowing again.

Outside the house, Qian Kun and the remaining Qin family soldiers read the information on the letter carefully.

Except for Qian Kun, the others couldn't help but scratch their heads and praise sincerely.

I really don't know what's going on in their boss's brain. How could he not only guess that something might happen to the emperor, but also know that these 200,000 soldiers would not go back rashly?

Although Qian Kun didn't know that all this was the work of Zishu He Xuan, he roughly analyzed the two forces' reliance from the letters.

Xicheng is located in the north, but it is nearly a hundred miles farther from Zhongshu than from Kyoto.

The royalist party still has 50,000 imperial guards in the capital. If Zhongshu dares to act rashly, it will inevitably be attacked from both sides by the two armies, or the main camp will be stolen by the 200,000 imperial troops.

The target of these 200,000 troops is also huge. If they take action, they will definitely be known to the Central Shu at the same time.

If the enemy goes straight to Zhongshu to quell the rebellion, the latter can mobilize all its troops to attack the imperial capital first.

At this point, the three parties of Dijing, Xicheng, and Zhongshu have formed a perfect balance of power. So, what are they fighting for in the capital?

Why does it feel like we're just dragging our feet and waiting for our boss to come back and break the impasse?

Meng Jiao returned to the tent and rubbed her dry nose. Then she carefully opened the envelope and took out the rest of the letter.

When Meng Jiao saw the thickness of the paper, she couldn't help but think that she should feed her little falcon more meat.

When he opened the letter, he saw that it was filled with words about what Zishu Hexuan had done every day recently.

It was so detailed that it included what time he got up in the morning to practice swordplay, when he met someone and what he did.

He no longer had stomach pain and his martial arts skills had improved a lot. Even if she was as fat as three of his weight, he could still hold her.

Meng Jiao couldn't help but laugh when she saw this. She inexplicably felt that after she left, he had become like her, practicing martial arts in the early morning, eating on time, and going to bed on time. He was exactly the same as when she was with him before.

When I turned to the back, I saw a chrysanthemum petal stuck on the letter paper. I was curious about how he had kept the flower intact until it was delivered, but when I touched it, I discovered that the petal was actually made of wood.

I looked down curiously at the letter and found that it was a flower made of tongtu wood.

He said he had learned it in just three days, and that he would give her the most beautiful flower when he returned.

The letter was thirteen pages long, and not a single word mentioned missing you, yet it was full of missing you...

Meng Jiao stood up and felt a sharp pain in her lower abdomen.

She just thought it was that thing again, so she reached out and rubbed it nonchalantly, then picked up the charcoal pencil beside her and wrote a reply to her man.