You hear it, do people say it?

Although the turmoil in the Southwest happened at noon in the [-]th and when the officials did not have to go to court, it spread throughout the court with people celebrating the new year in the morning of the next day.

Fu Ning's heart skipped a beat when he heard the news, and he couldn't keep his hand holding the tea steady, and some of the hot tea burst out, immediately scalding his hand red.

The New Year's guests wanted to please, their eyes were sharper than those of preying birds, and they immediately became concerned: "Oh, Mr. Fu, is he okay? The tea is boiling hot!"

Fu Ning's tiger's mouth was hot and painful, but it didn't show on his face at all, he still smiled gracefully: "Thank you, Mr. Wang, for your concern, it's just a little water splashed on it, I'm fine."

The old matriarch glanced at him, saw that he drooped his cuffs as if inadvertently, covering the redness and swelling on his hands very naturally, sighed silently in his heart, but didn't say anything, just told Mr. Wang Said: "Is it true what you just said about the turmoil in the Northwest?"

Seeing that the old lady was interested, Mr. Wang immediately beamed with joy: "My lord, how dare I tell lies in front of you, this thing is true! The snow stopped yesterday evening, and those two highnesses had already brought their troops to Southwest is gone!"

It turned out that what he said yesterday to do something was actually going to the southwest to quell the chaos.

The hands in the sleeves were silently clenched, and Fu Ning sat beside him with a smile on his face, but uncontrollably, the memories of meeting Xun Yi yesterday appeared in his mind. Thoughts torn in two.

He presented a new topic in a timely manner, pretending to be listening with a smile, but there were countless questions in his heart, churning like turbulent water under the ice.

Xun Yi stayed well in the capital, why did he suddenly leave the capital to quell the rebellion?

After all, he is only Prince Ping's eldest son, not the emperor's own son. Even if he is given a chance to show off, it will not be his turn anyway, unless——he is forced to appear with the third prince for some irresistible reason. Beijing.

However, the reason why Xun Yi had to succumb was——

"Ziyu."

Fu Ning suddenly came back to his senses, only then did he realize that he was standing by the door, as if Wang Shilang had just been sent out the door just now.He turned around and walked up to the old master, with a smile still on his face: "What's the matter, Grandpa?"

The old lady was about to say something, but there was a commotion outside. It was the servants who brought new New Year guests into the main courtyard, and they would enter the main hall in a short time.He didn't say much, just said: "You go back first, and ask the servant to show you your hands."

The feeling at the tiger's mouth had changed from hot to tingling, Fu Ning looked at his grandfather's serious expression, and knew that it was not time to be a child, so he retreated and went to the residence.

The maids and servants in the courtyard had already heard the news that he had been scalded, and when Fu Ning showed up, they followed them in a well-trained manner. The one holding the water basin and the one holding the potion stood halfway across the room, and the book boy held Fu Ning's sleeve When it was uncovered, the maidservant who was holding the potion on the side yelled in a low voice: "My God, it's become so popular, young master, you really can't bear it!"

Fu Ning still smiled faintly: "It's just a small injury, it's fine."

The cold potion was applied to his hands, just like the cold feeling when he held Xun Yi's hand yesterday.

No, Xun Yi's hand was even colder, it was icy cold in the snowy weather, after holding it for a long time, the palm was cold and numb, as if what he was holding was a piece of ice.

"Snapped!"

The big servant girl slapped the boy who was squatting down to apply medicine to Fu Ning: "I told you to be gentle, didn't you hear? Look, the young master's eye circles are red with pain!"

The young servant who had tried his best to move gently couldn't argue with it, so he could only respond repeatedly: "I know, I know!"

Fu Ning liked to be quiet, and the maids and servants helped him to apply the medicine, and they all withdrew.

The room was extremely quiet, and the morning sun shone through the window with the color of snow, bright but not glaring.On a normal day, when encountering such a weather, Fu Ning would definitely take out some treasured books to read with great interest, but today, he has no such intention anyway.

Xun Yi's going out of Beijing this time is too strange, just now that Wang Shilang said a lot, but only the first news is true, the rest is useless.

And Fu Ning himself is not a courtier himself, and he has not reached the age of examination for fame. Apart from Feng Yun, none of his friends have been in officialdom; therefore, although he knows something about court affairs, he is not very detailed.So much so that he has no idea what is related to Xun Yi at this moment.

There seemed to be some new guests in the main hall separated by a few courtyard walls. The laughter and laughter came here vaguely, and Funing heard it, but suddenly a little irritability rose.

If he has also reached the age where he can celebrate the New Year, if he can be in the court at this moment... He has never felt before that the gap of just two years will seem so long and insurmountable at this moment.

Someone's footsteps came from outside the courtyard, Fu Ning immediately suppressed his expression, and he relaxed again after the servant girl reported the person's name.

Feng Yu walked in with heavy steps: "Ziyu, are you happy?"

Fu Ning:......

He glanced at his friend with a sad face, and asked back, "What do you think?"

Feng Yu sat beside him and sighed: "I think you are the same as me."

"Ok?"

"My brother went too."

Another piece of news that Wang Shilang didn't mention just now.

Fu Ning frowned: "Already called the Third Prince and Xun Yi, and Brother Yun?"

"Yes. My brother hurriedly went to the palace yesterday. When he came back, he suddenly told me that he wanted me to set an example at home, honor my father, and take good care of Yan'er. Then he left in a hurry...Trust him Good luck, I didn't sleep all night."

Feng Yu seemed to want to smile, but he couldn't: "Didn't you say that the turmoil in the Southwest is a trivial matter? Why is he acting like he's explaining the future?"

Fu Ning forced a laugh: "Brother Yun likes to play with people like this on weekdays, and it's not like you don't know it. He said that, maybe he deliberately teased you again."

He looked very attentive in comforting him, but Funing himself didn't believe what he said.

No matter how small the turmoil was, it was still a real battlefield, which was different from their usual drills in Guozixue and in the suburbs of Beijing.After all, a sword has no eyes, and no one knows whether the horse will be shrouded in leather or not in the next moment.

wait for me to come back.......

It turns out that Xun Yi parted with him so easily at that time, was it to prevent him from worrying?

There was a stabbing pain in his heart without warning, Fu Ning subconsciously stretched out his hand to cover his chest, took a deep breath, and suppressed the warmth that was about to escape from his eye sockets.

I can't cry, Feng Yu is still here, if I can't hold on anymore, what will Feng Yu, who was on the verge of collapse, do?

"Ziyu, I don't want to be a civil servant anymore, I want to be a military commander and go to the battlefield for my brother."

Fu Ning breathed calmly, and said with a smile: "With your small body, you can't even see it on the battlefield. Are you still fighting? Besides, it's not that Brother Yun has never been on the battlefield, and this time it's just a small disturbance. Don't worry. .”

Feng Yu lay down on the table listlessly: "I know it in my heart, but I'm still worried."

"Don't panic." Fu Ning said with a smile on his face, "I have dealt with the third prince. Although he looks foolish on weekdays, his vision and knowledge are beyond the reach of ordinary people; Brother Yun is decisive in his actions, so naturally he is also on the battlefield." I won't be dragging my feet, as for Xun Yi...I don't want to say too much, but I believe in him."

When Feng Yu said this, his self-confidence increased a bit: "Is it true?"

Fu Ning said: "Naturally. Moreover, there is a smooth official road from the southwest of the capital road, and there is King Yi stationed in the southwest. When the army is merged, if there are no accidents, the enemy will be defeated just around the corner."

As he spoke, he quickly calculated silently in his heart: "The good news will arrive within the first month."

Feng Yu Xiang wrote to him and said a few more words, his heart gradually settled down, he felt drowsy, and after walking a few steps, he broke into the inner room, lay on his back on Fu Ning's bed and fell into a deep sleep.

He slept soundly, but Fu Ning still couldn't settle down.

Everything that was told to Feng Yu just now was conjectured when everything was going well.But, can things really go as he imagined?

The days in the first month passed quickly, and it was sixteen in the blink of an eye. The information from the Southwest also arrived in the capital within the month as Funing had guessed—but it was not a good news.

King Yi colluded with the small country in the southwest, led the soldiers from the capital to the narrow valley, pushed down the rock from the cliff, and then openly rebelled, claiming that the territory no longer belonged to our dynasty.

The army in the capital suffered heavy casualties, nine out of ten.

The general of the Nanya Guard Army - his life and death are unknown.

Feng Yun: Yes, that's right, I was lying to my brother. (Poker face)