History of the Struggle of the Cannon Fodder Lord in the Red Chamber

There are also temporary difficulties in breathing.You are the mother of the prince, and you know the son better than the mother. You know the temper of the prince better than anyone else. Maybe it's just that the prince was defeated. He couldn't keep his face for a while, so he found a place to be quiet for a few days and wait for him If you think about it, you will return to the camp to lead the army to fight again. "

After comforting Concubine Nan'an, Baochai went to persuade Shuiwen again, held her hand pointing in the direction of Jiangcheng, and said, "What kind of corpse is not a corpse? The princess spoke too hastily."

Then she whispered in Shui Wen's ear: "Mother is already sad, so the princess should take some temper. If the mother gets angry, the princess will love her more than anyone else. Why bother?"

As soon as Baochai said this, Shuiwen's eyes turned red, and Baochai pushed her again, Shuiwen pushed the boat along with the current, and then leaned in the arms of Princess Nan'an again, and said with red eyes: "I was wrong."

Concubine Nan'an put her arms around Shuiwen and cried loudly.

This woman who had been extremely honorable since she was born, after experiencing the blow of losing her father and son, the image of a noble lady disappeared.

Her temple hair was disheveled, and tears rolled down her cheeks, but she didn't let the maids wipe them away.

She is now just an ordinary mother who just lost her son.

The servant girl came to report that Xu Pengyi had arrived, and Baochai and Shuiwen persuaded him together, and the concubine of Nan'an asked Xu Pengyi to take a pulse.

Shui Wen personally brought the prescribed soup and medicine to her, and Princess Nan'an only drank it.

Baochai waited on her until Concubine Nan'an fell into a deep sleep, and then she and Shuiwen came out together.

When Baochai saw Shuiwen walking out of the room, she took another deep look at Princess Nan'an, and knew what she was thinking.

The two returned to Shuiwen's courtyard all the way, and Baochai asked, "The princess still wants to go?"

Shui Wen said: "When I was ten years old, they told me that my father lost the battle and disappeared on the battlefield. His life and death are unknown."

Shui Wen chuckled, tears falling silently.

No matter how long the scar is, once it is uncovered, the bloody wound will still be painful.

Shuiwen said: "I wanted to go to the battlefield to find my father, but my mother stopped me desperately. She said that I would leave everything to my elder brother and let him handle it. My elder brother would bring my father back, and I just need to stay at home quietly. Just wait for them to come back."

"During that time, I often dreamed of my father. He was covered in blood and naked. He said he had been waiting for me, waiting for me to take him home."

Baochai sat quietly without saying a word, she knew that at this time, she only needed to be a loyal listener, and Shuiwen had to look at the old things by herself.

"But later, big brother came back..."

Shui Wen covered her eyes, tears fell down her fingers, she choked up and said, "Father... never came back."

Shui Wen lay down on the table, crying bitterly.

The pain of her father's death that year occupied her body and mind again.

Baochai patted her shoulder lightly, thinking of her helplessness and hesitation when her father died, and her rapid growth afterwards.

Compared with Baochai, Shuiwen is undoubtedly happy.

Although Concubine Nan'an's ears are soft and she has no opinions, Shuizhen is a very responsible man. He protects Shuiwen very well, innocent and innocent, like a flower bud that has not been weathered under the warm sun in March.

However, the pain of his father's death cannot be erased by these protections.

Baochai knew that it was a corner of her heart that was forever missing, and she dared not touch it or mention it again in this life.

So Wang Ziteng was able to grasp Baochai's emotions in one sentence, and it was like Shui Wen's obsession at that time-"I often wondered, if I went to the battlefield to find my father, would my father not die?"

Shui Wen stood up, wiped away her tears, and said, "So, this time, I must go to look for elder brother."

"I don't have my father anymore, I can't live without him."

Shuiwen's eyes are firm but also has the courage to break the boat. Baochai has no doubt that even if there is a sea of ​​swords and swords ahead, she will not hesitate to break through.

Baochai touched her head and said, "If you want to go, then go."

Shui Wen opened her eyes wide and said in surprise, "You...you won't stop me?"

"I'll help you, mother, I'll persuade you, but you have to promise me one condition."

Baochai looked at her, as if seeing herself back then.

Shuiwen took Baochai's hand, like a drowning person catching a piece of driftwood, and said eagerly: "Don't say one condition, I will agree to a hundred conditions!"

Inside the Rongguo Mansion, Jia Lian held the princess' letter in his hand, looking dazed.

In the end, he still did not obey Baochai's instructions and destroyed the letter.

Jia Lian folded the letter neatly in half, put it in the pocket of his undershirt, rubbed his face, took a long breath, and went back to his yard.

In the room, Wang Xifeng was lying on the couch. She just ate something and vomited it all up again. Her small face was sallow and pitiful. How could she still look like the "Feng Lazi" who was not angry and proud?

Jia Lian hurried forward to ask for warmth.

After a while, Wang Xifeng's complexion improved a little, and he asked some questions that Jia's mother had asked, but Jia Lian didn't change his face, and answered indiscriminately.

Because Wang Xifeng was suspicious, the two slept in separate rooms.

In the evening, Wang Xifeng took Ping'er and sneaked into Jia Lian's house.

Ping'er persuaded in a low voice: "Grandma, why are you bothering? If you take good care of yourself and give birth to a brother this time, no one will be able to shake your position in the family."

Wang Xifeng shook her head and said, "No, she is a princess, and her father is the emperor."

The moonlight shone into the room through the screen window, and Wang Xifeng's face was bright and dark: "The sister of the Xue family went to the princess temple, and the old lady called the second master over. How could such a coincidence happen? It must be that the princess couldn't bear it." Living in a Taoist temple is lonely..."

Although Wang Xifeng's temperament has improved a bit after experiencing the previous incident, but pregnant women have special constitutions, mood swings, suspicion and suspicion, and have to think about everything, not to mention the fact that this matter is full of doubts, so despite Ping'er's persuasion, she insisted on searching.

Jia Lian, who was lying on the bed and sleeping soundly, did not expect the crisis to strike. He turned over comfortably and immersed himself in a sweet dream.

Coincidentally, a corner of the neatly folded letter was slightly exposed.

Wang Xifeng and Ping'er looked at each other, and they took the letter lightly.

Wang Xifeng returned to the house and opened the letter by candlelight.

After reading a letter, as if struck by lightning, her pretty face instantly turned white with fright, and her whole body was dripping with cold sweat.

Seeing her like this, Ping'er knew something was wrong, so she said cautiously: "Grandma?"

After a while, Wang Xifeng's face turned red. She grabbed Ping'er's hand and said, "Second Master...Second Master is going to..."

Before he finished speaking, he stopped.

Ping'er didn't know what was written in the letter, which could scare Wang Xifeng like this, and thought that the princess had written in the letter something like asking Jia Lian to divorce his wife, so she gently persuaded her: "Second Master likes grandma the most, so he won't Do that kind of heartless thing."

In Nan'an Palace, Baochai sat alone listening to Xueting drinking tea.

The government soldiers came to report that Zuo Li had gone to Shuiyan's yard.

According to the plan, at this time Zuo Li was discussing with Shui Yan about adoption.

Shui Yan was suspicious, so he would definitely not agree, on the contrary, he would question Zuo Li's intentions.

Once Shui Yan questions Zuo Li, Baochai's goal will be achieved, and then he will go to find Princess Beijing.

Concubine Beijing's name Baochai has heard it too many times, and her scheming and overall outlook are higher than those of the current four kings. Even if she is not using it for herself to regain Jiangcheng's troops, even if it is to pave the way for Shui Rong, she is still happy to see Nan'an Palace. Fight endlessly.

The kinship between the heavenly family, so cold so far, is the sorrow of this era, and it is also their sorrow.

A gust of night wind blew, and Baochai tightened her clothes.

She looked up at the sky, where dark clouds obscured the starlight.

She planned for the best and the worst, just to see if Shui Hao had the good fortune to come back from the battlefield.

The author has something to say: What will Wang Xifeng do after receiving the letter?

1. To the prince

2. burned

My God, I can actually be recommended as a masterpiece in my lifetime. . .

Opened a hole for Jia Huan, little angels who like Jia Huan can collect it (*?︶?*)

☆, Chapter 81

The shadow of the candle swayed, and Zuo Li came lightly.

Baochai poured a cup of tea and placed it in front of him.

The cup is made of pure white jade, with warm tentacles, not Shuiwen's cup that Zuo Li is familiar with.

Presumably Baochai was too impressed by the last time he smashed the cup with empty hands, so Baochai dared not entertain him with Shuiwen's cup this time.

Zuo Li lowered his head and drank a cup of tea, the tea was quite hot, it seems that Baochai didn't wait here for too long.

Then, Zuo Li turned to the small stove next to Baochai.

Zuo Li: "..."

Closing his gaze, Zuo Li said, "King Zhao rejected my proposal."

As soon as this remark came out, Baochai's beautiful eyes lost their brilliance in an instant, and she forced a smile and said, "I'm sorry to trouble you, Commander, to get through this."

Her expression did not seem to be fake, her brows were lowered, and her disappointment was beyond words. For a moment, Zuo Li felt three points of guilt.

Recalling what Shui Yan said just now, Zuo Li still felt a little awkward.

The two generations of Nan'an kings were extremely benevolent to Shui Yan. The old Nan'an king even gave up a daughter for this. Now that Shui Yan is in trouble, Shui Yan refuses to help him.

Shui Yan was not a person who grew up under the prince's knees, and he was not as benevolent as his father after all.

Looking at the disappointed Baochai in front of him, Zuo Li had no choice but to say: "This method won't work, Wangfei thinks about other methods, maybe he can convince King Zhao."

Baochai shook her head, and said softly: "You are a celebrity in front of the Supreme Emperor, and if he doesn't listen to your words, let alone others."

"Forget it, maybe I'm destined to have no children."

Baochai lowered her head, dejectedly, the night wind blew on the snow-blue clothes she was wearing, and the dew was heavy late at night, her figure trembled slightly.

After talking for a while, Baochai said goodbye to Zuo Li, got up and was about to get up, but suddenly seemed to think of something, sat down again, tightened his collar, and said: "There is one more thing, I need to trouble the commander. "

Zuo Li said: "Princess, please tell me."

Baochai brushed her hair that was blown by the night wind, and said: "The princess insists on going to Jiangcheng to find the prince, and the concubine and I can't stop it."

Zuo Li frowned slightly, rubbing the thin blade with his fingers on his knee.

Baochai smiled, and said: "There is such a big disturbance in Jiangcheng, the Supreme Emperor must send someone to check it out. Except for the commander, the Supreme Emperor is naturally worried about others. The road to Jiangcheng is dangerous, and the princess is innocent. , I don’t know the world, I hope the commander will take more care of the princess.”

After speaking, Baochai turned and left.

In the pavilion of listening to snow, Zuo Li sits on a chair, thinking.

Under the candlelight, his silver mask shone coldly, and in his palm lay a thin blade, warmed by the warmth of his body.

In the early morning of the next day, Baochai got up early and went to serve Nan'an Concubine.

After a simple meal, Concubine Nan'an went to the Buddhist hall to pray for blessings. Baochai wanted to go with her, but Concubine Nan'an said: "At this juncture, there are many things to do in the house, so go and do your own things."

Baochai frowned slightly, but she was not ready to leave.

Concubine Nan'an said again: "Don't worry, I won't think about it, let's go."

Seeing Concubine Nan'an like this, Baochai didn't want to disobey her, so she asked Ying'er and the other maidservants to guard her, and after a few more instructions, she withdrew and went back.

Back in the house, Baochai personally wrote the post and asked his servants to send it to the Beijing Prince's Mansion and hand it over to Princess Beijing.

I wrote another post and asked my servants to send it to Wang Ziteng's mansion.

For several days, Concubine Beijing refused, saying that she was not in good health, and she was afraid that Baochai might be infected with illness, so she didn't see any guests.

Seeing this, Baochai added a sentence when he delivered the post to the Beijing Palace: I wonder if the robe that the King of Beijing wore on the hunting day has been repaired?

Now that the post was sent, Baochai waited at home with peace of mind.

As the day progressed towards the west, in the afternoon, the Beijing Prince's Mansion really sent someone to invite him.

After Baochai tidied up a bit, he set off for the Beijing Palace.

Although the Palace of the King of Beijing and the Palace of the Prince of Nan'an are both residences bestowed by the Emperor Tai~zu, because the first generation of the King of Beijing was the most heroic official of the Founding King, the residence of the King of Beijing is the most luxurious among the four kings. It is also the yard with the widest area.

Different from the waves and auspicious clouds carved in the Nan'an Palace, the towers and pavilions in the Beijing Palace are carved with desert goshawks, which makes people feel heroic.

After walking through the long corridor and bypassing the rockery and flowing water, Baochai finally arrived at the courtyard of Princess Beijing.

Before entering the yard, he smelled a strong smell of medicine.

The little maid leading the way said: "The concubine has been ill for a few years. She thought it was troublesome to cook and deliver the medicine, so she moved the stove and pot to her yard."

Baochai nodded and asked, "What disease does the concubine suffer from? Has it gotten better in the past few days?"

The servant girl didn't answer, but said: "You will know when you see it."

The maid raised the curtain, Baochai entered the room, walked around the screen, and saw a woman in purple clothes leaning on the imperial concubine's couch, slightly revealing her moonlight skirt embroidered with red plums in the snow.

Baochai knew that this was Princess Beijing, so she went forward and gave a junior salute.

Concubine Beijing gently raised her jade-colored armored finger, and a little maid stepped forward to help Baochai, and another little maid offered this year's new tea.

Baochai took her seat generously, thanked Concubine Beijing for her tea, and took a sip of tea.

Putting down the teacup, Baochai raised her head, and Dowager Bei Jing's upturned phoenix eyes were also looking at her.

She looked at Baochai, and Baochai looked at Princess Beijing with a smile on her face.

The scimitar-like eyebrows and the raised phoenix eyes well hide the sharp power at the corners of the eyes, and the faint red on the lips reveals a slightly sick look.

Such a woman, even though she was ill, did not hide her beauty at all.

Baochai can even imagine what she looked like when she was young, her eyes are bright and gazing, looking forward to brilliance, every frown and smile can touch the hearts of countless people.

However, such a flowery and beautiful family member is feared by countless people. Even today's wise and supreme emperor, when mentioning her, his heart will shudder.

Her talent, her wisdom, and her iron-fisted means of independently supporting the Beijing Palace after her husband's death are all enough to be listed in the annals of history for countless women whose husbands died early to learn and emulate.

Concubine Bei Jing's speech was also different from that of ordinary noble ladies. She went straight to the point, but it was unclear what her real intentions were.

Concubine Bei Jing said: "A woman who can ask Shui Hao to sacrifice her life to save her is truly extraordinary."

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Three girls have a big fate."

Concubine Nan'an had to respectfully call Princess Yongchang "Three Princesses", but when she came to Concubine Beijing, she became "Three Girls".

Concubine Nan'an is just Concubine Nan'an, and Concubine Beijing is not just Concubine Beijing, what she holds in her hands are hundreds of thousands of cavalry guarding northern Xinjiang.

Concubine Beijing dared to do this, but Baochai didn't dare to be disrespectful, saying: "Princess is the daughter of the Supreme Emperor, the imperial concubine of a country, so she is naturally blessed by dragon spirit."

Concubine Bei Jing refused to comment, and said: "Zuo Li stayed in her room for several days, she didn't say a word, but she came to you..."

Princess Beijing narrowed her phoenix eyes slightly, and praised: "Princess Nan'an is a good means."

Although the words were admiration, Baochai did not dare to take it lightly, and was more cautious than before.

Concubine Bei Jing's jade-colored armor tapped lightly on the table, making a crisp sound. She glanced at Baochai and said lazily, "Since you have come to find me with a reason, you must have something to ask for. Tell me, How do you want me to help you?"

Baochai said, "The concubine has a delicate heart."

"I'm not as lucky as the concubine."

Baochai looked at Dowager Beijing's expression carefully, and said: "My lord and I were not married yet, so he left me. I am a weak woman, neither have the blessing nor the intelligence of the dowager concubine. , now I just want a child, and in a hundred years, there will still be people enshrining in front of the tomb."

Concubine Beijing's eyes flashed with sarcasm, and she said, "So, the princess has taken a fancy to the child in Princess Zhao's stomach?"

Baochai said, "Not bad."

Baochai frowned lightly, with a look of unwillingness, but helplessness: "King Zhao and the prince have the same father, and the prince should also like his children."

"Oh?"

Concubine Bei Jing slightly raised her eyebrows, with a half-smile: "Really?"

"This matter is very involved. If I help you, what can you thank me for?"

The little maid brought the prince's robes worn that night, and Dowager Bei Jing pointed to the torn corners of the clothes, and said: "The prince's robes are royal court clothes, although they can only be washed, woven and mended in the palace, without the corners. , will be questioned.”

"But I don't think that the Supreme Emperor will touch my Beijing Palace for a mere third girl."

"What's more, on the hunting ground, Rong'er was only following orders."

Another little maid stepped forward, holding a pallet of nanmu, on which was placed bright yellow brocade.

Concubine Bei Jing said: "The Sixth Prince has the Supreme Emperor's secret decree, so Rong'er refuses to listen."

"so..."

Concubine Bei Jing smiled slightly, showing regret, and said: "Princess Wang's plan, I'm afraid it will come to nothing."

Baochai looked disappointed, her figure flickered slightly, and she murmured: "I can't do it there, and you don't want to help me here. It seems that I am destined to have no children."

Concubine Bei Jing's eyes flashed brightly, and she said, "Did you find Zuo Li?"

Baochai knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, and if she explained it again, I was afraid that the description would become darker and darker, so it would be better to admit it openly, so she said: "It's just that I went to the doctor in a hurry."

"He's playing with the wind."

Concubine Bei Jing showed sarcasm, and said: "It's just that the merit of being a dragon is not so easy to earn."

"Forget it, you go back first, let me think about it for a few days, and then I will give you an answer."

Knowing that she had achieved her goal, Baochai thanked Concubine Beijing and left the palace of Prince Jing happily.

When she got into the sedan chair and she was alone in it, Baochai lost the joy on her face.

Concubine Beijing's specious words made her secretly suspicious.

Who is Zuo Li's meritorious service to the dragon?

Shui Yan's habit of tapping his index finger on the table is somewhat similar to that of Concubine Bei Jing.

☆, 82

Perhaps it was because of her pregnancy. Wang Xifeng has become a little more weird these days than before.

Jia Lian pityed that her pregnancy was not easy, so she gave way to her everywhere. Even so, her temper still didn't improve much.

After all, Jia Lian was also a pampered son. For one or two days, he still felt that Wang Xifeng was not easy. For three or four days, he could bear it, but after a few days, he became a little impatient.

This day, while eating, Wang Xifeng was absent-minded for some reason, with a deep expression on his face. Seeing this, Jia Lian felt a little displeased, and said, "Auntie sent someone to invite you a few days ago. I thought you were not in good spirits, so I refused to let you go." You go back, now that your spirit is getting better, you might as well go back and stay for a few days, so as to save your uncle and aunt from worrying."

"go back?"

Wang Xifeng was startled, his face turned pale.

Jia Lian thought that this matter had offended her again, so he lowered his head and took the food without saying a word.

Wang Xifeng was white for a while, then red for a while, after a long time, she finally made up her mind, bit her cherry lips lightly with her white teeth, and said: "It's good to go back."

In the early morning of the next day, Jia Lian personally sent Wang Xifeng to Prince Teng's residence.

Wang Ziteng has always loved Wang Xifeng, and when he learned that she was pregnant, Wang Ziteng was naturally happy for her.

A few days ago, Wang Xifeng asked his wife to send someone to Rongguo Mansion to invite her several times. Because Wang Xifeng was pregnant at the beginning and her pulse was unstable, she did not come. Now Jia Lian sent Wang Xifeng over. Wang Ziteng quickly finished the political affairs and went to the backyard. go.

When we got to the house, we naturally exchanged pleasantries with Jia Lian, and left Jia Lian to have a meal at the house. When we were full, we asked Jia Lian to go back.

Until the sun was setting, Wang Zitengfang had time to spend time with Wang Xifeng. Seeing her expression was not right, he thought she was angry with Jia Lian again, and was about to persuade him, but Wang Xifeng winked.

Wang Ziteng didn't know what could make Wang Xifeng, who had always been fearless, so frightened, his face darkened, and he told everyone in the room to retreat.

Only then did Wang Xifeng take out the letter and hand it to Wang Ziteng. Thinking of the princess, Wang Xifeng almost gritted his silver teeth in hatred, Liu Mei stood upside down, and said bitterly: "Uncle, the princess is not recruiting a son-in-law, she is asking Lian'er to die!"

After all, Wang Ziteng is someone who has been immersed in officialdom for decades. After reading the letter, he shook the hand holding the letter, and soon returned to his usual appearance. He stroked his beard and asked, "Where are you from?" of?"

"Where did it come from? Isn't my good cousin—"

Seeing that Wang Ziteng frowned slightly, Wang Xifeng knew that he didn't like it, so she hurriedly changed her words and said, "Princess Nan'an sent it to Lian'er, and I took it secretly while Lian'er was asleep."

"So, Jia Lian doesn't know yet?"

Wang Ziteng felt a little relieved, and his tense nerves relaxed a little.

"Yes."

Wang Xifeng nodded and said, "Uncle, these are not the point, the point is..."

Before she could finish her sentence, Wang Ziteng interrupted: "Before he finds out, you still quietly put the letter back, as if nothing happened."

"But--"

"No buts."

Wang Ziteng looked at Wang Xifeng with relief, poured tea for her himself, and said, "Girl Feng, you have done Uncle a great favor this time."

Wang Ziteng saw that Wang Xifeng still had a worried look on his face, so he comforted him: "Not only is Lian'er's life not in danger this time, but if the planning is done properly, I'm afraid it will restore the glory of Rongguo Mansion!"

Wang Xifeng is so shrewd. Hearing what Wang Ziteng said, he knew that this letter was right in his scheme. If it was true as he said, she would become a hero of the Rongguo Mansion. After this calculation, she would not be afraid of the princess or not, so she hurriedly Changing a smiling face, he said with a smile: "In this way, I would like to thank Uncle for promoting Lian'er!"

"A family of flesh and blood, what promotion is not promoted."

Wang Ziteng said with a smile, his eyes flashed.

When such a big incident happened in Jiangcheng, the Supreme Emperor would naturally not ignore it, and when the criticism from the court calmed down, he sent Zuo Li to Jiangcheng to investigate the whole story.

Zuo Li received the decree and dressed up to go out.

Among the mighty Jinyi guards, a luxurious carriage embroidered with a unicorn is a bit eye-catching.

The carriage was quite spacious, and he was sitting cross-legged on his left. Beside him, sat a handsome young man in brocade clothes and guards, who was smashing incense with both hands.

As the incense rose, the boy said impatiently, "Are you going to Jiangcheng for fun, or are you going to Jiangcheng to investigate my elder brother's affairs?"

It turned out that this young man was Shuiwen disguised as a man.

Shuiwen wanted to go to Jiangcheng, but Baochai knew she couldn't stop her, so she begged Zuo Li to take care of her all the way, so she disguised herself as a man and went out with Zuo Li.

Zuo Li glanced at her and said, "I didn't ask you to make incense."

Shui Wen opened her mouth and said, "Who rides in a carriage without burning incense..."

Before he finished speaking, his face turned red.

After all, Shui Wen is the princess who came out of the palace, and it has long been a habit to light incense on the carriage, knowing that she was wrong, she stopped talking, threw the incense away, and watched it roll outside.

It fell to the ground with a soft sound, and was quickly picked up by Jin Yiwei who was guarding the side.

Shui Wen blushed, and said, "Thank you this time, but I can't wait for you here for too long, I have to go to Jiangcheng to find my eldest brother."

"You helped me this time, I will keep it in my heart, and I will definitely repay you in the future."

Although Shuiwen didn't know how Baochai persuaded Zuo Li to take her to Jiangcheng, but only "serving Zuo Li all the way" in exchange for the opportunity to go to Jiangcheng, this deal is still very cost-effective.

Because her attitude towards Zuo Li is much better than before.

Zuo Li raised his eyebrows slightly, "serve"?

When will Princess Qianjin "serve" people?He served her almost as well, and Baochai's deceptive words would only be believed if her mind was as simple as hers.

"Need not."

Zuo Lidao: "You can leave at night."

"really?"

Shui Wen happily grabbed Zuo Li, her big sparkling eyes flickered, sweeping away the depression of the previous few days.

Zuo Li's heart beat suddenly half a beat faster.

Shui Wen asked, "Can I leave at night?"

"It's not you, it's me and you."

His Adam's apple rolled on his left, and he glanced at Shui Wen's hands holding his arm. Through the fabric, he could feel Shui Wen's hands that were different from those of ordinary boudoir women.

There are thin calluses on her hands, which are a pair of hands that often hold weapons, not as soft and smooth as a girl's.

Zuo Li looked away.

When night fell, Jin Yiwei camped on the spot to rest.

The luxurious carriage was quite spacious and comfortable, and Zuo immediately rested on it.

Immediately, Zuo Li said: "Turn your back."

Shui Wen wondered, "What are you doing?"

Zuo Li said, "I'll change clothes."

"..."

Shui Wen blushed instantly and turned her back.

There were rustling sounds behind him, and the slight sound of weapons colliding. Soon, Zuo Li changed his clothes and said, "Let's go."

Shuiwen turned around.

In front of him, Zuo Li took off his flying fish suit and changed into black clothes. After taking off the silver mask, his ordinary face that could no longer be ordinary was revealed.

There is nothing attractive about Zuo Li's facial features, only those eyes are deep and scary.

The family has the beautiful Shuiyan in the prosperous age, the heroic Shuifeng, and Baochai Tanchun, who are all beauties, so Shuiwen's aesthetics are also infinitely raised by them.

Seeing Zuo Li's ordinary face for the first time, Shui Wen couldn't help being a little disappointed, but soon figured it out: No wonder she wears a mask all day long, so real people look like this.

Putting away her unscrupulous scrutiny, Shui Wen said, "How do we go?"

Zuo Li raised the curtain and jumped off the carriage.

Outside the carriage, guards in brocade clothes were in groups of three or four, watching the night, but it was as if they couldn't see him, their footsteps were uniform, and they walked past him.

Not far from the carriage, two fine horses were tied, Zuo Li untied the horses and asked, "Can you ride a horse?"

Shui Wen got on her horse and said, "Look down on people."

With a flick of the horsewhip, he didn't care much, and returned home like an arrow, wishing he could fly to Jiangcheng the next moment.

Nan'an Palace, the courtyard of Nan'an Dowager.

Baochai knelt in front of the door, and a group of maidservants knelt behind her.

Concubine Nan'an was trembling with anger, pointing at Baochai, unable to speak for a long time.

Tanchun stepped forward to comfort her, while winking at Baochai.

Concubine Nan'an's chest heaved violently, hatred and anger appeared on her face that was no longer young, she pointed at Baochai tremblingly, and said, "You are trying to piss me off!"

Baochai lowered her head and touched the white marble stone, it was unbearably cold.

Looking up again, his forehead was bright red.

Baochai pleaded: "If you want to be beaten or scolded, the daughter-in-law is all up to the mother, but the mother has to take care of herself no matter what..."

Concubine Nan'an cried loudly: "What do I want to do with this old life!"

Tanchun and Aunt Yuan were on the sidelines to persuade her, and after a while, Shuiyan sent someone to ask again, but Princess Nan'an was still not well, and Baochai just knelt on the ground to plead guilty, and did not dare to enter the house.

During the stalemate between the two sides, the grandma-in-law of the second family sent a message from Concubine Beijing, saying that she wanted Baochai to come to the house to talk about it.

Baochai braced herself and was about to get up, but before she could stand still, her eyes darkened and she fell down.

Fortunately, Shuiwen's maid was kneeling beside her, and she was quick to reach out to help her, so she didn't fall to the ground.

The maid helped Baochai into the room, and Baochai bowed to Concubine Nan'an, but Concubine Nan'an turned her face away and ignored her.

Baochai stood for a long time until she was numb all over, but she still did not see Princess Nan'an speaking.

Aunt Yuan gently rubbed her chest for Concubine Nan'an, glanced at the blood-red hairpin on her forehead, she couldn't bear it, then looked at Concubine Nan'an who was resting on her head, hesitated for a moment, and said: "Princess, go first, Here are me and Princess Zhao."

Baochai nodded, explained the situation to Concubine Nan'an, and then washed up and went to the Beijing Palace.

Although Baochai washed his forehead and applied ointment, but after kneeling for too long, there was still a red mark on his forehead.

Concubine Bei Jing raised her eyebrows when she saw her, put away the hand that was asking the little maid to dye her Kodan, and teased, "Yo, what's the matter?"

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A wry smile appeared on Baochai's face, and said, "I accidentally fell down, thank you, Concubine, for your concern."

Concubine Beijing smiled but turned her eyes around Baochai's face, but fortunately she didn't stay on Baochai's face for too long, she withdrew her gaze, with regret and emotion, and said: "Poor princess. "

"The days to come will be long."

As soon as she finished speaking, she coughed a few times, and the little maid serving her quickly brought the freshly brewed soup and drank it for her spoonful by spoonful.

Seeing this, Baochai couldn't help asking: "May I ask what disease the concubine is suffering from? What kind of medicine is she taking now?"

After drinking the medicine, Concubine Bei Jing lay on the imperial couch, and the little maid took the beauty hammer and lightly hammered her legs.

Concubine Bei Jing narrowed her eyes slightly, and said: "Let the princess see a joke, but it's just an old problem from her youth, it's not worth anything."

"It's the princess, have you thought about how to reward me?"

"So, the concubine is willing to help me?"

A gleam of joy appeared on Baochai's pale face, although she was happy, she did not dare to show too much, her hand holding the handkerchief loosened and tightened, and her sitting posture was still dignified, which made it impossible to pick a single mistake.

Concubine Bei Jing saw her, but she praised her as a good seedling in her heart, but it was a pity that she happened to meet her and married into Shuifeng again, so she could only be a victim in this power struggle.

Perhaps out of pity, or out of sympathy for Baochai, Princess Bei Jing's gaze softened three points, and said: "I don't have much friendship with Nan'an Palace, but you came to find me. After all, It's just that I was forced to have no other way, since this is the case, I am happy to form a good relationship."

"only--"

Concubine Bei Jing was playing with the jade-colored armor, her freshly dyed nails, matched with the jade-colored armor, made her well-maintained hands even whiter and slender.

Baochai knew that Concubine Bei Jing was trying to test her intentionally, and wanted to see if the bargaining chip in her hand was worth her effort to do this unpleasant thing.

Because Baochai thought about it for a while, and said carefully: "When King Zhao and the concubine entered the capital, they brought five thousand soldiers with them. The concubine should know about this, right?"

Concubine Bei Jing nodded with a smile, signaling Baochai to continue.

"Those soldiers in the palace, rather than saying they are loyal to the palace, it is better to say that they are only loyal to the prince. King Zhao can bring them to the capital, but he can't command them."

Baochai said: "My lord took pity on me as a woman and Taoist family. It was not easy in the capital, so he gave me the command of the five thousand soldiers."

The eyes of Concubine Bei Jing's eyes flashed, and Baochai knew that what he said touched her heart.

The big net has been opened, and everyone feels that they are the oriole behind them, but they don't know that they have already become fat in the eyes of others.

"The king of Beijing, the dragon, the Zhang, and the phoenix, are not things in the pool. In the future..."

Baochai smiled and said, "I would like to help the concubine."

It was already evening when Baochai came out of Prince Beijing's mansion. Princess Beijing wanted to keep her at the mansion for dinner, but Baochai refused on the grounds that Princess Nan'an was not feeling well.

Back at the palace, Baochai went to Nan'an Dowager first. When Nan'an Dowager saw her, she was so angry that she slammed several cups down.

Baochai stepped forward, bent down to clean up the cup, and said, "Mother, have you ever thought about what kind of blow the prince's defeat will have on our palace?"

"In the past few days, there have been news from Jiangcheng. I am afraid that you will not be able to withstand the excitement, so I dare not let anyone tell you."

Concubine Nan'an cried while she said: "What else can I not bear?"

Baochai stepped forward, and the servant girl presented a new set of tea sets. She poured tea and held it to Concubine Nan'an. Seeing that Concubine Nan'an did not pick it up, she put it on the table next to Concubine Nan'an, saying: "Everyone outside It is said that the prince did not die, but was defeated and captured.”

Concubine Nan'an heard this, she stood up abruptly, and because of her haste, she almost fell down, the maids beside her hurried forward to help her, and Baochai also stepped forward to help her.

Concubine Nan'an held Baochai's hand tightly, like a drowning person catching a piece of driftwood. She was shaking all over, and she spoke incoherently, "Qi'er... isn't dead? My Son... where is he now?"

Concubine Nan'an grabbed Baochai's hand very hard, but Baochai didn't