Dingjiangshan

Outside the imperial tent in the middle of the night, two figures were standing in the shadow on the left side of the imperial tent. The figure elongated by the bonfire swayed in the shadow, and accidentally leaked a corner.But the shadow was quickly pulled away again, and shrank into the shadow again.

The porcelain bowl in the man's hand was pulled crookedly, and the black and brown medicinal juice splashed out of it, and fell into the snow under his feet, exuding a somewhat bitter aroma of herbs.

Cheng Yuan was holding a bowl of hangover soup in his hand, and was staring at Xie Jue, wondering if he should go to someone to inform him.

He was originally following Ning Huaijin's orders to deliver hangover soup to Ning Yan, but who knew that he had just walked to the door, before he even got close to the door, and when he heard such a big show, he didn't dare to enter the door right away.

Ning Yan's imperial tent was tied thickly, but when the two of them argued, it was inevitable that they couldn't suppress their emotions, and it would be fatal if only a few words drifted out.When Cheng Yuan suddenly heard such a big secret, he was very flustered, and subconsciously glanced around to see if the guards and servants outside Ning Yan's tent had noticed them.

"Zhaoming—" Cheng Yuan's mouth was stirring, and he hesitated and said: "Then is this hangover soup still free?"

Xie Jue was calmer than him, but he gasped when he heard this at first - he is a martial arts practitioner, and his hearing is much better than Cheng Yuan's, and he could hear the voices inside. Ten, he is a little clearer than Cheng Yuan about what happened.

"This..." Xie Jue also hesitated, he pondered for a while, sighed, and said, "Forget it."

Cheng Yuan thought it was true, it's not good to run into this thing, so if he rushed over, wouldn't this be a way to tell Ning Yan that he had run into him.

What's more, if Ning Huaijin and Ning Yan had such a quarrel, they probably wouldn't have noticed such a trivial matter as hangover soup.

So Cheng Yuan nodded, splashed the hangover soup in his hand on the ground, pulled Xie Jue's arm, and signaled him to go back first.

Cheng Yuan tugged at him, but didn't. When he looked up, he realized that Xie Jue was looking at Yu Zhang thoughtfully, and he didn't know what was going on in his mind.

Cheng Yuan waved his hand in front of his eyes strangely, and said, "Zhaoming, Xie Zhaoming?"

"Huh?...Ah." Xie Jue came back to his senses, pulled off his hand and squeezed it, and said with an expression of worrying about the country and the people: "Xiao Yuan, you said that your majesty is very good, why did you suddenly cut off his sleeve? Now, could it be that Mingyuan and I have been dangling in front of his eyes all these years, leading His Majesty to the wrong——hmm, oh!"

Cheng Yuan got a headache from his unrestrained anger, and almost wanted to beat him, but he covered Xie Jue's mouth and dragged him back.

The dignified General Zhen Guo was stumbled and dragged back several steps by his "family members", and he didn't dare to fight back.

The imperial guards patrolling near the imperial tent heard the movement, and asked him what happened while walking towards him, but Xie Jue waved him away before he got close.

Xie Jue was heavy even with armor on. Dr. Cheng felt his hands hurt after dragging for a few steps. He let go of him angrily, and put the empty bowl in his hand into his arms.

Xie Jue chased forward a few steps with a grin, and had already left the imperial tent far behind.

"You can talk nonsense about this!" Cheng Yuan said: "Is this a good thing? Let's not talk about glory or disgrace, should it be, this majesty is enough nonsense in itself, even if you cut off your sleeves, it is still a mess ,chaos--"

Cheng Yuan hesitated for a while, but he really didn't dare to say those two words. He glanced back at the imperial tent with lingering fear, and said, "If this matter gets out and makes a big fuss, it would be light for the ancestral hall to reflect on itself. You You still dare to arrange things indiscriminately, for fear that His Majesty will not know if you bumped into him or not."

"It's okay." Seeing that he was really worried, Xie Jue stopped teasing him, restrained his smile, stroked his temples, and said in a low voice: "Don't worry, I know what's in my heart, I won't talk nonsense outside. "

In fact, Cheng Yuan also knows well that Xie Jue is not the first time a brat in the officialdom. Although he has been pampered by many parties since he was a child, he has such a temper, but after all the storms, he is not a muddled and ignorant person .

"But how old is Your Majesty?" Xie Jue endured and endured, but he still couldn't hold back, and his true nature was revealed in a few words.He touched his chin and said with emotion: "Your Majesty is only 16 years old this year, why did you break your sleeves?"

Anyway, the two of them had already walked a long way, seeing no one around, Cheng Yuan couldn't hold back, and said angrily, "When you broke your sleeve back then, you were as old as His Majesty."

Xie Jue: "..."

That's right, General Xie thought.

Even after walking so far, Cheng Yuan's heart was still pounding. He glanced at Xie Jue, seeing that Xie Jue was still turning his head to look in the direction of the imperial tent from time to time, he couldn't help feeling a little anxious.

"Xie Jue." Cheng Yuan tugged at him, "Go back to the tent."

Cheng Yuan followed Ren Pingsheng to practice medicine outside when he was young, even if he went to the border with Xie Jue, he only stayed in the border town or in the military camp to treat patients and treat injuries, and rarely returned to the capital.

Unlike Xie Jue, a son of a family who grew up in Jinxiu Jinxiu, Cheng Yuan always had a layer of awe between the palace and the court, and he had a sense of awe.So even though Xie Jue looked at it with such disapproval, he still felt a little uneasy, and subconsciously wanted to stay away from this kind of right and wrong.

"It's okay." Xie Jue said casually.

He was still looking in the direction of the imperial tent, the smile on his face faded, and his brows gradually furrowed.

Cheng Yuan was a little puzzled, and followed his gaze to look over there, only to find that Ning Huaijin had come out of Ning Yan's tent.

A bonfire was burning not far from Ning Yan's tent, illuminating the small open space in front of his tent.When Ning Huaijin came out, her complexion was serious, as if there was a tumbling fire inside, she didn't even return to her tent, and went straight to the stable.

——It seemed that he was so angry that he didn't even want to maintain the peace on Ning Yan's face, and he wanted to leave alone on the eve of returning to Beijing.

Just as Cheng Yuan was thinking, Xie Jue beside him somehow stuffed the empty bowl in his arms back into his hand.

"Xiao Yuan." Xie Jue said, "Go back first, I'll come back later."

As Xie Jue said, he raised his foot to leave. Cheng Yuan saw that he was walking in the direction of Ning Yan's imperial tent, so he quickly grabbed him and asked, "What are you going to do?"

"This is a hunting ground. It's no different than in Beijing. There are people of our own everywhere." Xie Jue said patiently, "There are a lot of people here, and the servants are not easy to handle. It is inevitable that there will be omissions. Even you and I just happened to run into this matter. It’s impossible for the large group of guards and servants outside His Majesty’s tent to not hear—I have to help His Majesty.”

Most of the Forbidden Army are descendants of various families in the court, and the hunting grounds are full. Apart from Ning Yan, indeed only Xie Jue, the general of the country, can speak.

Cheng Yuan understood the importance of it, nodded, and let go of his hand: "Then you go."

After Cheng Yuan finished speaking, he seemed to feel that it was not enough, and hurriedly added: "Go back to the tent early."

Xie Jue turned around, then fell back, pressed Cheng Yuan on the back of the head and kissed him, licked his lips contentedly, and said with a smile, "Hey."

Ning Huaijin walked resolutely, and Ning Yan never chased her out. When Xie Jue returned to the gate of the imperial tent, he found that He Wenting had also returned at some point, standing at the gate and sighing.

"Servant He." Xie Jue cupped his hands at him.

When He Wenting looked up, seeing that it was Xie Jue, he forced a smile, bent down and saluted: "Thank you, General."

"Did you have something to ask to see His Majesty?" He Wenting asked, "It's just that it's getting late—"

As soon as Xie Jue heard this remark, he knew that He Wenting probably heard what was going on inside, and it was estimated that he and Cheng Yuan came back around the same time.

So Xie Jue sighed, and said: "I have something to ask to see His Majesty. I just patrolled the camp and found some problems. I want to talk to Your Majesty."

This kind of nonsense reason almost hinted at He Wenting. These two smart people who knew each other looked at each other worriedly, and then looked away at the same time.

He Wenting nodded. He was also a little apprehensive about Ning Yan's current mood, and he didn't dare to go in rashly. He could only flick the whisk in his hand, walked to the door of the tent, and passed it inside.

"Your Majesty, thank you General for asking to see me."

In the imperial tent separated by a door, Ning Yan was sitting on the edge of the bed. The tea stains under his feet had almost dried up, leaving only a few pieces of porcelain lying alone on the ground.

The young mink was lying in his palm, sleeping with its belly exposed, not knowing everything, its pink belly heaving and falling, so fragile that it seemed that a bigger wind and snow could kill it.

Ning Yan looked down at him for a while, adjusted his slightly numb left forearm, and poked Xiao Diao's ear with the tip of his right finger.

Qin Liu's replying voice was cut off for a moment, obviously hearing the communication from outside.

Ning Yan said without raising his head, "Don't worry about it, just keep talking."

On the open space directly opposite Ning Yan, Qin Liuzheng, dressed in black, was kneeling there.

"When the master and the lord were arguing just now, Linglong came here." Qin Liu said: "She was supposed to come to get the teacup for His Majesty, but she was too close, and she heard some movement in the tent, so she didn't come in."

Ning Yan gave a absent-minded hum, and stroked the little mink's soft fur.His peripheral vision fell on Qin Liu, and his mind drifted a little far away.

——Just now Ning Huaijin also knelt in the same place.

"She came at a coincident time, just in time for the exchange, and she was also very careful. She hid herself when she heard the movement, so she was not seen by the imperial army." Qin Liu took out something from his arms and walked on his knees. A few steps forward, she handed it to Ning Yan: "...It's just that she walked in a hurry and dropped this."

Qin Liu held a pink silk fringe in his hand. This kind of thin fringe made of silk thread was worn on the waist card of the palace lady. It was not very strong and would easily fall off.However, the thin tassels on the waist card are twisted together by dozens of strands, and if one or two are missing, it is not too conspicuous.

The only palace lady Ning Yan brought was Linglong, so it was self-evident who this thing came from.

Ning Yan reached out to pick up the thin tassel, but instead of asking Linglong first, he asked, "Your Highness is gone?"

"Let's go." Qin Liu seemed to guess that he had asked this question, and replied, "I didn't set up a car before, and I took Wei Ji back on horseback."

"It's difficult to travel at night." Ning Yan paused, and ordered: "Ten 23, go and take care of him, and send him to the capital before returning."

Two low voices came from outside the tent, Ning Yan heard the response, then turned around and asked calmly, "How much did she hear?"

"A lot." Qin Liu said, "I heard everything I shouldn't have heard."

Ning Yan hummed, let go of his hand, and let those light silk threads slip out from between his fingers.

"That's fine." Ning Yan said, "Although I didn't intend to go so soon, but..."

Ning Yan's eyes turned cold, he rubbed his fingertips, and said in a low voice, "Forget it, it's all God's will."