when will i see you again

Xiao Liyang walked out of the imperial study room again, and the rain fell again, very much like the night rain that year.

"Your Majesty." Chi Dongxia came in a hurry, holding an urgent memorial in his hand.

He wanted to hold an umbrella, but was pushed away by Xiao Liyang. There was no other reason, she just simply liked the rain.

"Northern Wei Wei Qianqiang sent envoys, hoping to negotiate peace, and sent a contract."

There has been no large-scale battle involving tens of thousands of soldiers and horses between the two countries since the big battle outside Taijing City a few years ago, but the border does not stop, and small-scale wars continue one after another, which makes people feel uneasy.

"Very good, you go to entertain me first, I'll be there in a while."

Can't wait any longer, after Chi Dongxia turned around and left, Xiao Liyang looked at the sky and smiled.

I am also 24 this year.

When the master and Qing Jue's sister were 24 years old, they had just met.

Sister Qingjue's life was not reckless at all, in fact, Xiao Liyang was not at all reckless afterward.

I have seen this strange woman over the years, she doesn't like ordinary women, let alone men.

And in this deep palace is her life, and she has no hesitation.

"Mother, aren't there any wars?"

Shen Yang rolled his eyes and asked.Ever since she was found by her mother and returned to her mother's side to live a life of luxury, she has gained a lot of weight.

The outside is full of joy, and the soldiers who have been in the army for so many years are going back to their hometown.

After fighting for many years, he could not return, and the general had white hair and tears for his husband.Fortunately, Shen Qingjue didn't have gray hair yet.

"Stop fighting, mother will take you and your mother to play."

After Shen Yang was found, Shen Qingjue felt more and more that he was worthy of no one in this life, but he was sorry for the two of them.For Shen Yang, Shen Qingjue did not fulfill his responsibility as a mother, losing her caused her to suffer so much at a young age, while for Xie Bingyuan, he felt sorry for her, and he did not let her live a stable life.

Before he could officially return to Beijing for military affairs, Shen Qingjue threw a bunch of things to Yuan Dingkun, and went straight to Yangzhou as a shopkeeper.

A family of three walked on the street, attracting people's attention frequently, their demeanor was too outstanding.

Walking past Lanruo Temple, Shen Qingjue fiddled with Shen Yang, and proudly said: "Your mother was here back then, and she silenced all the Confucian scholars, no one dared to look at her."

"That's natural. I'm not surprised how powerful my mother is."

Xie Bingyuan smiled and shook her head, leading her daughter forward to buy a rattle, Shen Qingjue happily followed behind to pay.

After walking for a while, it was getting late, Shen Yang was also hungry, and the three of them went into a restaurant that looked rather elegant.

I ordered food in the lobby and sat down. In the middle of the hall, there was a grandpa and grandson talking nonsense. The old man slapped the gavel, and everyone listened to him open his voice.

"We Liguo fought against Weiguo for six years, and finally stopped fighting. It's not easy. Today, the little old man will tell you one thing, the earth-shattering battle we fought outside Taijing City six years ago."

"it is good!"

The whole hall applauded, diners all pricked up their ears, and even the waiter squatted aside.

"That day the Wei people's army of one million people came to attack the land, with hundreds of thousands of tall horses, and they went straight to the city of Taijing. The empress of Wei was also a character, and she attacked the city without saying a word. let's go!"

"Our Majesty was only a princess at the time, and he went up to the tower alone. He was less than 20 years old, and he commanded our army in front of the million-dollar army."

"Our great general took the lead even more, with silver armor and silver helmets, he was brave and invincible, and single-handedly killed thousands of people."

Shen Qingjue almost spewed out a mouthful of tea, but finally held back, and said to Xie Bingyuan: "Exaggeration."

"Do you know why our general is so good at fighting?"

"Why why?" Everyone was excited.

"Because there is a princess in the city!"

Everyone suddenly realized.

"That day, the master of the princess, dressed in white, climbed to the top of the city and beat the drums for our hundreds of thousands of troops. His peerless beauty made the Northern Wei Tartars stare blankly!"

"Don't say that the general is a woman, and the concubine is a woman. What kind of people are they, without them, you might still be drinking the northwest wind!"

"That's it, that's that," everyone echoed, "Made in heaven, created in heaven, created in heaven."

"The concubine looks..." The old storyteller seemed to be unable to find any suitable words, and then he slapped his forehead and pointed at Xie Bingyuan, "I'm afraid she's even taller than this lady!"

Everyone looked over one after another, and was obviously surprised by Xie Bingyuan's appearance again. People who are taller and more handsome than this kind of person must have a face that they will never see in this life.

Shen Yang rolled his eyes and looked at her mother, who supported her chin.

The old man said, there is General Jiang, who guards the city gate alone, and he will not fall when he dies.

It is said that the official Chi Dongxia almost wanted to defect and the civil servants helped the princess stabilize the army.

After speaking, he sang along with the erhu.

Talented people came out of Dali in large numbers, the whole country was tragic, seven victories in seven battles and seven victories were high-spirited, Wei Qianqiang retreated a hundred miles in the first battle, and she retreated three thousand miles in the second battle.

Everyone seemed to follow the old man's singing back to the magnificent land.

They all seemed to have seen with their own eyes that there was a forest of dead bodies above and below the city, arrow marks on the walls were densely packed like rain, the sky and the earth were the same color, and the smoke of war was everywhere.

After eating and drinking, Shen Qingjue stood up, holding one in each hand, "Let's go, go to sleep."

It seems that this soul-stirring thing from other people's mouth is not worth mentioning.

In a first-class guest room, Shen Yang went to wash up obediently, and Shen Qingjue, who had already finished his bath, leaned next to Xie Bingyuan, insisting on hugging her to sleep.

Shen Yang drank a lot of tea, and when he got up at night, he suddenly remembered that the rattle his mother bought during the day was still in her hand, so he pushed open the room and went into the next room with the lamp in hand.

Shen Qingjue untied Xie Bingyuan's belt familiarly, and kissed her deeply all the way from her forehead to her lips. In the night, there was only the suppressed panting of the two of them.

Xie Bingyuan's face was flushed, with tears in her eyes, she was already emotional, this appearance made Shen Qingjue's hands more gentle.

Shen Yang held the oil lamp and stood on the bed between the two of them.

Shen Qingjue's body trembled, Xie Bingyuan also sensed that something was wrong, she turned her head to look at Shen Yang standing beside the bed.

"Mother, can you get off my mother's body?"

She was not sensible, so she felt that Shen Qingjue was bullying her mother.

"Yang'er, be good~" Xie Bingyuan's voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded very affectionate and attractive, which made Shen Qingjue want to criticize Shen Yang again.

"Go back to your room and go to bed first, I was just messing around with your mother."

Shen Yang sighed like a little adult, "Okay." Then he went out with the rattle.

Shen Qingjue breathed out, "That..."

"What, sleep."

Xie Bingyuan turned around, Shen Qingjue couldn't laugh or cry.

Early the next morning, Shen Yang knocked on the door again.

"Mother?"

Shen Qingjue: "Huh? I will take you wherever I want to go."

"Yang'er is not going anywhere today, but here I want to listen to the story of you and mother."

The author has something to say: first look at the new copywriting! !

The article was opened in April, and it took nine months, and it is finally over. (I will finish another entertainment article of mine in the future.)

In fact, this article was originally from the Republic of China, and some little angels may also know that I had to open the ancient times again.Friends often make fun of me, saying that you also have a day to end.

This interruption lasted for some days, some days when I was uncomfortable. In those days, external factors affected the speed of updating.

But no matter what, now I think these factors can't affect me, so I choose to write happily. (There will be no time for a large-scale update.)

In the future, I won't play anymore, and I won't fix any moths. I just code quietly.

After all, when I was in the third year of high school, I secretly took the new smart phone and swiped the essays of the elders. Now I can write essays and have the ability to talk, which makes me very happy.

Maybe I'm just one of your many authors, but every little angel of mine is so cute!Never attack me, criticize me, even if you leave silently, you will not jump out to tell me.

In my article, the images of these characters are very charming and vivid in my mind, but due to my limited writing power, I can't write one-tenth of them.Sometimes I think about it, if this is written a few years later, maybe it will be much more exciting to write.

When writing ancient prose for the first time, it is inevitable that I will lose control and grasp the plot, and some places will turn abruptly.

In other words, I am very happy if you don't think it is a waste of time to see this.

When the story comes to an end, in fact, these days, I don’t sleep well, because I often dream about plots when I read novels, not to mention when I write novels myself.

But I really enjoy this feeling.

It has been a year since I became an author, and I have met many people during this period.It also distinguishes which one will eventually leave and which one can go on together.Whether I should care or not, I don't care anymore.

In the future, I just want to write quietly, that's all.