Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

“What else do you want to say…?”

Xia Zhiyuan felt that his thin arms and legs could not withstand any more tossing, so he simply stopped on the stone steps and waited for Zhao Yihan's next move.

"I'll go with you, so Daddy will be relieved."

"how?"

Her beautiful eyes kept winking at him, the sun shone through the city wall, and a breeze blew through the hall.

"Do not…"

After he said just one word, Zhao Yihan's expression changed instantly, becoming slightly fierce, and glared at him.

Does this guy have the ability to change his face?

Xia Zhiyuan felt threatened, but she had no evidence, so she changed her words and said that it was no big deal to take care of one more child.

"It's okay if you want to follow me, but... don't make so much noise, I have poor hearing."

This is what happens when you get older. Xia Zhiyuan has begun to feel a generation gap between herself and the child, even though in terms of real age, Zhao Yihan is an ancient ancestor who is over a thousand years older than her.

"How about I follow Master Xia, does Dad have any objection?"

Zhao Yihan put her arm around him, looking completely harmless now, completely different from the cute look when she was threatening Xia Zhiyuan just now.

Several officers and soldiers looked at each other, and finally, as if they had reached a tacit understanding, they stared at King Cheng's adjutant.

The adjutant felt that he was carrying a burden that he could not bear in his lifetime. Following the princess was simply abuse of an elderly person!

"…Well, well, even if that's the case, we won't bother the princess any more."

After that, the adjutant of King Cheng bowed in the direction of Xia Zhiyuan. His voice was vicissitudes, but precious: "Thank you, sir!"

Those officers and soldiers followed the adjutant down the city wall swiftly. Just now they were anxiously saying that they wanted to take the princess home, but now their actions of slacking off were really laughable.

Of course, "laugh" is a positive word, not a negative word.

"My Lord, I'd better follow you."

Di Ping walked forward. She was not wearing a mask today. Her handsome face was pleasing to the eye and people couldn't help but linger for a few more seconds.

The situation was getting worse and worse. Xia Zhiyuan felt like she was caught in a sandwich. She gave a businesslike, awkward yet polite smile.

……

In the imperial city of Jinzhou City, the dragon flag was fluttering, making a loud noise in the wind, and urgent letters were sent to the Qinzheng Hall layer by layer.

The young eunuch was so busy that his legs almost broke. Beads of sweat the size of beans were oozing from his forehead. He did not dare to delay for even a moment.

"Your Majesty... This is... an urgent letter that has traveled eight hundred miles. I hope Your Majesty will take a look at it."

His body was trembling slightly, and the young eunuch almost gritted his teeth and persisted, otherwise he would really fall headfirst in front of His Majesty's desk and would not see the sun tomorrow morning!

"Where did you come from?"

Zhao Changlin looked at the half-finished painting of a beauty and felt annoyed. Why did he finally get some free time and think about painting a picture for her?

But he was frequently interrupted.

The vermilion tip of the pen was outlining the branches of the crabapple tree. As the tip of the pen was raised, the beauty's hand was outlined by her in a lifelike manner. Zhao Changlin's fingertips fell on it, and the ink on the beauty's cheek had dried up, just like the person she missed.

In Zhao Changlin's eyes, Zhiyuan is like the crabapple blossoms in early spring, blooming in the spring and able to withstand the continuous spring rain and thunderstorms.

The leaves are emerald green and tenacious.

"To answer your Majesty, it came from... from Shanguan...!"

The young eunuch was so anxious that he could hardly speak clearly. He knelt down with a plop and handed over the letter in his hand with both hands.

Hearing the word "Shanguan", Zhao Changlin was stunned for a moment, and his interest was aroused. He put down the brush dipped in paint and wiped it with the silk handkerchief beside him.

The slender fingers were quickly wiped clean, and Zhao Changlin took the letter. She already had an idea in her mind that if it was news from Shanguan, then it must be the deeds of the loyal and brave Marquis - Lu Boshan.

He placed his fingertips on the paper and slowly unfolded it.

I saw three whole pages of writing in a very fluent style. The ink was not dry yet when he put it in. It was obvious that he was in a hurry.

The handwriting on the letter paper described in a very concise and quick manner what happened in the Battle of Shanguan.

"Your Majesty, I am writing to you personally. I am too busy to elaborate on the formalities. I hope Your Majesty will understand. The Marquis of Loyalty and Bravery was ambushed while passing by Shanguan with his personal soldiers. He was beaten and fled. He has already retreated to the outside of the mountain pass. I am afraid that he will take action soon. I hope Your Majesty will give us instructions on what we should do. Now that the snow has melted in the cold winter, the river level has risen. The mountains and forests are extremely wet and muddy. The soldiers can hardly move, and the marching speed has been greatly reduced..."

Zhao Changlin saw the sadness between the lines of this person's words and curled the corners of his lips unconsciously. It seems... the person who forced Lu Boshan to retreat from the mountain pass was undoubtedly Zhi Yuan.

Although Zhao Changlin did not receive the notice from Zhiyuan, she could vaguely guess that this was what Zhiyuan did.

Before this, provincial governments in various places had hurriedly submitted memorials to him, stating that there were bandits nearby and their force was huge, and they begged the court to send troops to strengthen the defense and patrols of the provincial governments.

However, Zhao Changlin ordered them not to act rashly and let the bandits cross the mountain.

Now it seems that the idea of ​​cutting off Lu Boshan's recruitment of troops in the entire northern border was proposed by Zhiyuan. She really had planned everything and knew everything.

"Pass on my decree. I have important matters to discuss with the ministers at the court tomorrow morning. They are not allowed to ask for leave."

Zhao Changlin's eyebrows were dull and expressionless, which made the young eunuch unable to guess what the emperor was thinking. He could only bend his body to show that he knew.

"Yes."

Slowly backed out.

The heavy snow of midwinter has faded away, and now the brown branches have sprouted tender green buds. The temperature is gradually warming up, and Zhao Changlin is no longer wrapped up as tightly as before.

Her white elbows were exposed from under her robe. She leaned back on the mahogany chair, holding the three pieces of paper in her hands, and gradually began to laugh.

In the main hall, there is a landscape screen depicting a dragon flying in the sky. It seems to have come alive, with a flick of the dragon's tail, covering the mountains and rivers.

The ink-stained paper covered her eyebrows, and Zhao Changlin's calm eyes finally revealed a trace of turbulent waves.

"Jiyuan, I'm here to see you."

"I hope... this gift is not too late."

"This time, it's not you coming to see me, but I coming to see you."

"I have never broken my promise. I always keep my word."

Standing up, Zhao Changlin held the paper in her hand and placed it on the burning white candle. With just a slight flick, the red flame rose up and swallowed up the paper in an instant, leaving not an inch.

The ashes of the paper fell on the table, and the ink words on it were on the verge of breaking and no longer existing, especially the three words "Loyal and Brave Marquis".