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The trees in the palace were all withered and yellow, and the fallen leaves were flying. Xue Lang walked quickly through the corridor, and the palace people who swept along the way bowed their heads and saluted.

Xue Lang pushed open the door of the imperial study room, fake Fengsu looked up from the open book sleepily, "Brother Xue"

Xue Lang stepped forward, opened the cabinet and searched inside. Fake Fengsu watched Xue Lang rummage through one cabinet after another, and was a little frightened, "Brother Xue, what are you looking for?"

Xue Lang didn't find the so-called edict until he searched all the cabinets in the imperial study. He paused for a while, walked to the side of the false Feng Su, squatted down, and opened the drawer under the case.

There is still no imperial edict in the drawer.

Xue Lang stared at the drawer and asked, "Did you see a scroll, bright yellow?"

Fake Feng Su's heart was beating like a drum, and he smiled stiffly, "Ah no, what scroll?"

How could it not? Xue Lang frowned, Feng Su probably wouldn't lie to him about this kind of thing.Xue Lang tapped on the edge of the drawer unconsciously with his fingers, looked up at the fake Fengsu, and asked suspiciously, "Really?"

Fake Feng Su was a little confused and said, "I really didn't see it, so what is important to Brother Xue?"

"It's not very important." Xue Lang thought for a while and said slowly.

Feng Su had told him so much, the edict matter was just a trivial matter compared to other things Feng Su said.So there is no need for Feng Su to lie to him on this matter, because Feng Su knows that he will definitely look for him. If Feng Su is telling lies, then the lies are too easy to expose.

Xue Lang was about to close the drawer, but suddenly his eyes fixed, and he slowly pulled out a gold thread with gold tassels hanging from the corner of the drawer.Xue Lang held the golden thread and hung it in front of the fake Fengsu, his eyes were gloomy.

Fake Feng Su trembled a little under Xue Lang's gaze, "Xue, Brother Xue, what is this?" This is the golden thread used to bind the edict. He was angry and panicked at that time, so he only burned the edict, but forgot to burn the gold thread .

Xue Lang's voice was as cold as ice, "Where did you hide the edict?"

Fake Feng Su hurriedly shook his head, "I don't have any"

Xue Lang stood up, looked down at Fake Fengsu, and slowly put the golden tassels on the table in front of Fake Fengsu, "Where is the imperial edict?"

"I don't know Brother Xue, I really..." Looking at Xue Lang's increasingly cold eyes, Fake Feng Su froze in fright, and finally realized that he couldn't hide it anymore.

Fake Feng Su immediately fell to his knees, embraced Xue Lang's legs with both hands, and kowtowed to Xue Lang, "I made a mistake, Big Brother Xue, please forgive me, please forgive me, please forgive me!"

Fake Fengsu cried and burst into tears, "I thought it was something unimportant, so I just burned it. I know it's wrong, brother Xue, please forgive me."

Xue Lang picked him up with one hand, Fake Feng Su was so frightened that he was paralyzed, and knelt down again, "Forgive me, forgive me"

"You didn't look inside"

Fake Fengsu shook his head crazily, Xue Lang frowned, and Fake Fengsu hurriedly said, "Look, I'm sorry, Brother Xue, it's all my fault, I know it's wrong."

Xue Lang kicked him away and stared at him coldly, "Don't have another time."

Fake Feng Su nodded hurriedly, his face was covered with snot and tears, Xue Lang suddenly felt that he was an eyesore.

Day by day, Xue Lang hurried to Baishi Lane, Zhang Bo's wontons were spread out, Xue Lang bought wontons, packed them in a food box, and hurried back to wait for Xue Lang to open the food box in front of Feng Su , the wontons are still steaming, and the soup has not been spilled.

Xue Lang said, "This is Zhang Bo's wonton. Don't you like it the most? Try it."

White-skinned wontons float on the clear soup, topped with emerald green scallions.Feng Su blinked, looked at the soup, but didn't move his chopsticks, "I'm looking for the imperial edict."

Xue Lang nodded.

"Did you find it?" Feng Su asked casually.

Xue Lang paused for a moment, and replied, "I found it."

Feng Su nodded, poking at the wontons with chopsticks, "Actually, I don't like to eat wontons anymore."

"I want to eat the chicken soup you made." Feng Su said.

Xue Lang smiled brightly, and was about to go out in a hurry, "Okay, I'll make it for you, you eat some wonton pads first."

Feng Su nodded, watched Xue Lang go out, then put down his chopsticks and covered the food box.He just loved to eat wontons in his previous life, but in this life, he prefers the chicken soup made by Xue Lang.

During the two years of fleeing with Xue Lang, in the cold winter, as long as he drank a bowl of chicken soup made by Xue Lang himself, he could dispel the chill all over his body.

The palace servants in the imperial dining room watched in horror as General Xue slaughtered chickens and plucked feathers, and stewed soup with his own hands, his jaw dropped all over the floor.

Holding the bowl in his hand, Xue Lang returned to the place where Fengsu was secretly imprisoned. This is the most remote place in the palace. After he locked Fengsu here, he even sent guards around to guard it.

Under Xue Lang's enthusiastic gaze, Feng Su finished drinking the soup, but still felt a little cold.

Perhaps today is different from the past.

Xue Lang put a piece of clothing on Feng Su's body, "It's getting colder and colder, I have to light the carbon."

Feng Su put the empty bowl on the table, and casually took out a book from the side, "Why don't you go back?"

Xue Lang said, "I'm here to see you." He took the book out of Feng Su's hand, "It's getting dark, the lights are too dim, don't read."

Feng Su looked at Xue Lang inexplicably, "Then what are you doing, I'm going to sleep."

"Let's talk." Xue Lang smiled and said, "Why don't you scold me anymore?"

Feng Su smiled, "You want to hear me scold you"

"You can scold me if you like."

"" Feng Su said speechlessly, "You are a dog."

"Wang."

"" Feng Su twitched the corner of his mouth, "If you really want to make me happy, untie the chain for me."

Xue Lang has already determined that there is something hidden about what happened back then, so he said relaxedly, "You tell me the second answer, and I will solve it for you."

Feng Su twitched the corners of his mouth, stopped talking, and said to himself that when I tell you the answer, it will be strange if you can solve it for me.

From then on, Xue Lang often stayed at Feng Su's place for a long time. Feng Su was often reading or sleeping, and didn't pay much attention to him. When Feng Su was sleeping, he blew out the candles, made a bed on the ground, deliberately kept a distance from Feng Su, behaved properly, and fell asleep listening to Feng Su's even breathing.

A few days later, after discussing several changes with Feng Su, Xue Lang finally finished his strategy with the Turks.

Now they are waiting for Ashina Daiqin to declare war. They can only wait until Ashina Daiqin declares war, because if they go to war first, they will violate the covenant, and neither the morale of the army nor the hearts of the people will prevail.

Xue Lang assembled his troops and waited for the moment when Ashina Daiqin declared war, and immediately attacked, catching him by surprise.

It was cold and windy outside the Great Wall, but the tent was still as warm as spring. A few days ago, Ashina Yan suddenly contracted a cold and fell ill. Feng Rongjin was extremely anxious. She was with Ashinayan in front of the hospital bed, but she couldn’t see him. It's getting better.

He Zhu muttered beside him, "You should go to have a rest. You haven't been able to eat or sleep well in the past few days. It's not good for your health."

Feng Rongjin shook her head.

The curtain was lifted, and the cold wind blew in. The person who came was the maid beside Ashina Daiqin.

The maid said softly, "Princess, Khan sent you to come over."