Zhi Xuan

The son, Xing, was born of the Xiaoyou family, and he was the legitimate son of the monarch.Now that he died of illness, he should stay for seven days in accordance with the etiquette and be sent back to the capital for burial.

Bei'an Hou is far away in Xiangdi, the alliance has not yet ended, and the date of return has not yet been determined.All affairs in the country are presided over by the crown prince.

Upon receiving the news that the son had died of illness, the eldest son did not delay, and immediately summoned his clan to explain the funeral.

There are rules and regulations, and there is no objection to everything, just follow the rules.In addition, the son has no official position, so he doesn't need to refer to the ceremony of the doctor, so the matter is even simpler.

This is not the case.

The problem lies in the son's biological mother, Xiao Youshi, the stepwife of the Marquis of Bei'an.

Inside the clan and the big clan, they all know what Xiaoyou clan has done.Even if it wasn't announced to the public, the attitude of Marquis Bei'an could be clearly seen from You's funeral specifications since childhood.

Xiao Youshi committed a big mistake, and as her children, the three sons, brother and sister, were inevitably implicated.Young master X bears the brunt of it all.

Received the task of presiding over the funeral, the clan knew what the responsibility was, and couldn't easily shirk it, and suddenly felt a headache.

According to the routine, it must be done step by step, strictly abide by the rules, and not allow any mistakes to ensure the honor of the son.However, the Xiaoyou family is the enemy of the crown prince, in other words, the son is the son of a sinner, is it appropriate to honor him?

The clan weighed left and right, but couldn't make up their minds.The date of the funeral was approaching, and there was still no specific charter. I was frowning and sighing all day long, and my hair was falling out one by one, and my hairline was in jeopardy.

Seeing the embarrassment of the clan, Shi Ziyu sent someone to pass on a message, and everything was handled according to the rules of etiquette.No matter what the Xiaoyou clan has done, the young master X is after all the son of the Marquis of Bei'an, the first son of the An clan.

"promise!"

With the words of the eldest son Yan, the clan finally stopped the embarrassment, and heaved a sigh of relief, feeling relieved.

Since it is done according to the rules, naturally there is nothing to worry about.According to the experience of the clan, everything is easy to grasp, and there is no need to worry about it.The most worrying thing is not to give accurate words, let the person who handles the matter guess.There is no criterion for whether it is good or bad, and there is no statement of dissatisfaction, which is the real headache.

The matter was quickly finalized, and Xidi's funeral procession set off as scheduled.

As the main wife of the young master X, Mrs. Mo followed the team to the northern capital.

Gongzi X's two children are too young to travel in winter.After informing Beiducheng, Mrs. Mo made the decision to stay in Xidi and hand it over to her confidantes and their mothers to take care of them.

After the funeral procession set off, they traveled all the way through the wind, snow and starry night, and arrived at the destination three days earlier than expected.

After the team entered the city, the coffin was sent to the mansion of the young master in the capital, and the coffin was stopped according to the rules, and then the clan presided over the burial.

Mrs. Mo's status is special, during the time she was in the capital, the door of the mansion was closed tightly, except for sending the son into the mausoleum, she hardly ever left the mansion and saw no one.

Some clan women came to visit, no matter what purpose they had, they were persuaded to go back because of improper etiquette.

When the funeral was over, Mrs. Mo left to return to Xidi, but she didn't see any of the family members except for the concubine who called her.The attitude is clear and separated from the clan, and there is no room for change.

Contacting her previous experience, it is not difficult to understand why she is so tough and decisive.What's more, with her current status, she doesn't need to swallow her anger, and she doesn't need to be too close to the clan.

The son died young, the two children were still young, and the biological mother was born as a servant girl. Without the support of her family, she must depend on Mrs. Mo, and it is impossible to expect more.

Mrs. Mo was in charge of the fiefdom on her behalf, subdued the retainers who belonged to the son, and became the de facto master of Xidi.

Holding the power of a small land and a generous dowry, as long as she doesn't offend the Marquis of Bei'an, and doesn't turn against the crown prince and concubine, the rest of her life will be safe and sound.

She made friends with Zhixuan and maintained a long-term cooperation, and indirectly obtained Zhao Hao's asylum.For the sake of Zhixuan and Zhao Hao, the Marquis of Bei'an and Shi Zizhen will not make things difficult, and the Bei'an clan will be more polite.

This situation is completely different from when she first married, it is completely different.

When the two children grow up, no matter which one inherits Xidi, they will take care of her and respect her as Mrs. Tai.

The days may be boring, but for the women of the princes and the clan, it is quite rare.

There is no need to intrigue all day long, no need to worry about the family, no need to worry about the instability of the back house, and a few thorns suddenly appearing. The peace of mind in life is not enviable.

Mrs. Mo is well aware of her dependence, and never forgets to keep in touch with Zhi Xuan.

Before leaving for the northern capital, Mrs. Mo wrote a letter to Zhi Xuan, stating that she would be away for a while, and that Zhi Xuan could send someone to the northern capital if he had something important to do.

"If you are sent, you will do your best."

When the letter was delivered, it was snowing heavily in Xiangdi.

The knight rode his horse and galloped, his vision was blocked by the snow curtain, and he couldn't see the way ahead.The war horse sprayed white mist from its mouth and nose, as if sensing danger, suddenly stood up and let out bursts of neighing.

Realizing that something was wrong, the knight immediately slowed down and carefully observed his surroundings.

The heavy snow of goose feathers was piled up one after another, stacked into a snow blanket several fingers thick, and the sky and the earth were silvery white.

A faint green light flickered in the snow, and the ear-piercing howls of wolves sounded one after another, echoing each other.The cry penetrated the biting cold wind and clearly fell into the knight's ears.

Encountering wolves in heavy snow is an extremely terrifying thing, and if you are not careful, you will die.

The knight flipped his wrist, and the reins were twisted round and round, and tightened instantly, trying to control the horse as much as possible, so as not to make it run wild.With the long sword out of its sheath, the knight held his sword horizontally in front of him, riding his horseback to be on high alert for the wolves cruising around.

The wolves surrounded, the green light trailed, and the howling of wolves came and went.

The knight swallowed nervously, but instead of relieving the dryness of his throat, it caused a burst of pain.

The war horse stomped its front hooves uneasily, snorting one after another, fearful and irritable.

The knight was ready for a desperate fight, and was about to charge his horse, when suddenly there was a buzzing in his ears.

Not afraid of the cold wind, two sea dongqings passed through the snow curtain one after the other and appeared above the knight's head.After discovering the situation on the ground, they began to flap their wings and hover, alarming the opposing sides.

The wolves had learned the lesson of the raptors, thinking that the other was fighting for their prey. The head wolf howled, and the wild wolves retreated voluntarily, just like when they came, and quickly disappeared into the boundless snow.

Costin was still hovering high in the sky and did not leave for a long time.

Fortunately, it lasted no more than two seconds, and was immediately replaced by panic.The knight suddenly thought, could it be that he escaped a catastrophe, but just got out of the wolf's mouth and fell into the bird's claw?

When Haidongqing hovered, there was a strange sound in the snow.Immediately afterwards, the light of the torch broke into the knight's eyes.

Seeing the flames, if the knight met a savior, he rode his horse to meet him, no matter what happened.

When he got close, the knight recognized the armor on the man's body and was overjoyed.He quickly got off his horse and rushed forward with tears in his eyes.

The one who came was a team from Xiyuan Kingdom who went out to log. The strange sound the knight heard was the rustling sound of tree trunks being dragged in the snow.

"Stop! Who is Er?"

The soldiers leading the team were very vigilant, and did not let down their vigilance because of the happy face of the knight.Seeing the knight dismounted, he immediately stepped forward with a knife, pointed the blade at the knight, and ordered him to show his identity.

"I, I am sent by Mrs. Mo to send a letter to Marquis Xiyuan."

After running in the snow for several days, he encountered a pack of wolves just now. The knight was still terrified, trembling in front of the blade, and spoke very awkwardly.Fortunately, the meaning was clearly expressed, and there were wooden plaques and letters to prove it, so he was not mistaken for someone with evil intentions.

After identification, the knight was taken back to the camp.

He didn't ride the horse any more, but was brought into the sled by Zuwu and slid all the way to the camp.

The sled was pulled by a pack of wolves, not tamed by Zhixuan, but newly caught in Xiangdi.With the medicine of the witch doctor and the deterrence of the wolf king, all the wolves near Xiangdi were captured and turned into cart laborers.

The wolves that the knight had encountered before had migrated from afar.

They were lucky today, they didn't meet the wolf hunting team, and they were free for a while.However, the traces have been exposed, and sooner or later they will be recruited, enter the barracks and eat in the same bowl as their seniors, and become the main force pulling the sled.

The team returned to the camp and was encountering a divination.

The sacrifices are piled up into a hill, everything is ready, the meeting is scheduled for tomorrow, and witches from all over the world are divining good and bad luck.

"lucky!"

"Good luck!"

The methods of divination are different, but the conclusions drawn are surprisingly consistent.The princes were all delighted, thinking of the map Zhi Xuan showed, their hearts were burning.

When the knight saw Zhi Xuan, he presented Mrs. Mo's letter face to face, and was then taken away to rest.

He was already exhausted after traveling for days.After eating hot broth and millet rice, I changed into dry clothes, wrapped in a blanket made of animal skins, and fell asleep.

In a daze, he could hear the footsteps of the soldiers outside the tent, and there were elongated shadows reflected on the tent.

The knight yawned and turned over. Several thoughts flashed through his mind, but unfortunately the speed was too fast to catch any of them.

In the big tent, Zhi Xuan put down Mrs. Mo's letter, turned his gaze to the bronze lamp standing at the corner of the table, his eyes moved slightly, thoughtful.

"What?" Zhao Hao walked around the screen, saw his appearance, and immediately asked.

"It's nothing." Zhi Xuan followed the sound, and couldn't help being stunned for a moment.

Zhao Hao had just taken a bath, and was only wearing a loose robe with a slightly open neckline, showing a slender neck and a straight collarbone.

The blue silk is draped over the shoulders, and the end is longer than the waist belt.

The belt is inlaid with gold and jade, and there is still an extra section after being wrapped twice, hanging on the side of the thin waist. The gold thread at the edge is connected with colorful treasures, which are as fine as rice grains, and connected into finger-length tassels, gently swaying and shining brightly.

Zhi Xuan was fascinated, and unconsciously let out a soft sigh.

Zhao Hao stepped forward, his long sleeves vibrated, bringing out a burst of cold fragrance, like snow gathering into clouds, wrapping Zhi Xuan up, it should have been icy cold, but it was scalding hot.

"Your Majesty."

Across a table, Zhao Hao leaned closer.The palm was on the table, and the long hair fell down due to the movement, flowing like a waterfall, comparable to the finest silk.

Zhi Xuan didn't make a sound, let Zhao Hao guide him, traced the familiar outline with his fingertips, pressed the soft corners of his lips with his fingertips, and didn't move for a long time.

"Your Majesty..."

The words are endless, and the affection is lingering.

Outside the tent, it was snowing all over the sky, and inside the tent, the heat was transpiring, setting off a prairie fire in an instant.