My Empress is My Bad Girl

When Zhao Yuanjing drove his horse forward, at that moment, many veterans had somehow remembered that some years ago, there were people who were so imposing.

Of course Zhao Yuanjing did not go alone.

By his side, five hundred soldiers followed, led by Wei Jintai himself.

There was also a carriage behind. In the carriage was Yun Dai, and Xiao Zhuang and Baoxing were driving the carriage. The carriage curtains were so tightly covered that outsiders could not detect the situation inside, nor did they know who was sitting inside.

The children are going to go after a fuss, she refuses to ride in a carriage, changes into men's clothing, and follows her mother.

The carriage is ordinary and low-key.

If you don't pay attention, you will think it's just an outsider who is just following the soldiers.

The most noticeable thing is that in addition to Zhao Yuanjing wearing a silver mask, there is another black robe man who is following him.

This man is riding a pure black horse, wearing a black cloak, and the hat on the cloak hangs down, covering his head and most of his face.

He is a man completely hidden in a black robe.

It looks very mysterious.

Even Yun Dai couldn't help but look at him frequently.

"Bao Xing, who is that black robe man?" Yun Dai asked Bao Xing.

Bao Xing smiled and said, "This minion really doesn't know. Presumably General Wei should know."

Yun Dai nodded, then glanced at the black robe man, vaguely feeling that his back was a bit familiar.

Who is the one?

It must be someone she knows.

It would not be an ordinary person to follow Zhao Yuanjing so closely.

Although Yun Dai was curious, she didn't directly send someone to ask.

Until she was out of the city and there were no outsiders around, Yun Dai asked the children to rest in a carriage and rode her horse to Zhao Yuanjing's side.

Zhao Yuanjing smiled and said, "You now look good on horseback."

"At any rate, he is also a person who has been between Da Zhou and Bei Qi many times. Can you still ride a horse?"

"Why don't you ride your own zhaoye lion and ride the baby's bay red horse backwards."

"The little lion is too old, I can't bear to ride it."

"Then you still take it, and let it stay in the Taoist temple for a peaceful and old age, wouldn't it?"

"The little lion is too old."

"I know, you just said it."

"I mean, Beiqi is the hometown of the little lion, and he will be willing to be buried in his hometown."

Zhao Yuanjing was slightly startled.

He looked back at the carriage.

The snow-white Zhaoye Lion, although it looks beautiful, is indeed very old.

This time Yun Dai took it to Beiqi, but she didn't plan to bring it back again.

Yun Dai looked at the man in the black robe and asked, "Who is he?"

Zhao Yuanjing smiled and said, "Can't you recognize it?"

"A little familiar."

"Han Yu."

"Han...Yu?" This name is very unfamiliar, and Yun Dai is sure she has never heard of it.

Zhao Yuanjing smiled and said to the black-robed man: "Why don't you show others a look yourself?"

The black robe man raised his hand and lifted the cape hat on his head, revealing a round light head and a handsome, smiling face.

It turned out to be Master Huiyuan.

"Why are you? Why did you follow?" Yun Dai was surprised.

Huiyuan had already pulled up his hat and said, "I am your majesty's military adviser, so naturally I am coming."

Yun Dai said, "As soon as you become a family member, you have to participate in the war and kill evil. Are you afraid of going to hell?"

Huiyuan said, "From today, I am no longer a monk."

"What do you mean?"

"Meaning, Huiyuan is still vulgar." Zhao Yuanjing said.