After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

It was not until late at night that Xiao Yi appeared in the tent, but Shen Bingning had already fallen into a sweet dream.

The next morning, when the sun was shining, Eunuch Wei handed over a cup of fragrant tea and reported to Xiao Yi, "Your Majesty, Lady Shen recited a poem last night, which seemed to express her longing for her hometown."

Xiao Yi's face showed no emotion, he just asked calmly: "Which poem is it?"

Eunuch Wei's voice slowly sounded in the tent, repeating the poem describing the moonlight word for word. Every word seemed to be stained with the poet's feelings, making the listeners involuntarily fall into that silvery and cold glow.

However, before the poem ended, the atmosphere in the tent suddenly cooled down, like a sudden cold wave, making people feel chilly.

Just as Eunuch Wei looked around in confusion, trying to find the source of this sudden depression, Xiao Yi's voice was like icicles in winter, cold and sharp: "A poem about the moon, really good! It seems that she has taken other people's instructions to heart and has never forgotten them."

There was obvious displeasure in his words, as if an invisible cold wind was swirling in the tent.

After hearing this, Eunuch Wei was even more confused. He had no idea how this sudden change was related to the seemingly harmless poem about the moon. He just felt that His Majesty's mood was as unpredictable as the weather.

"You go down."

Xiao Yi's voice sounded again, cold and resolute.

Eunuch Wei did not dare to say more. He bowed and retreated quickly, praying secretly that he had not touched on any taboo topics.

Shen Bingning was completely unaware that her unintentional words had caused Xiao Yi to feel unhappy.

Just at that moment, she was touched by homesickness and casually recited the poem that Xiao Yuxuan had asked her to write.

When Xiao Yi treated her with an unusually cold attitude the next day, she felt puzzled and bewildered more than anyone else. She secretly wondered in her heart, could it be because the discussion on military strategy did not go smoothly last night?

After breakfast, Xiao Yi did not go to the main tent as usual. In order to avoid the possible center of the storm, Shen Bingning quietly left the tent with her pet Taigo.

In this camp composed almost entirely of male warriors, she was the only woman, and everyone deliberately avoided her sight, because every soldier knew that Shen Bingning was Xiao Yi's most beloved concubine, and no one dared to act rashly and violate this taboo.

The war drums have not sounded yet, but the camp is already tense. The soldiers are intensifying their training in a tense atmosphere. Shen Bingning stands aside, observing quietly, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Soon, Eunuch Wei came running in breathlessly, saying urgently, "Your Majesty is looking for Concubine Shen."

Shen Bingning was slightly stunned, and asked in confusion: "Is there something urgent?"

Eunuch Wei's eyes flickered, but he did not give a definite answer: "You will know when you go there."

This ambiguous answer made Shen Bingning vaguely feel that Xiao Yi's displeasure had not yet dissipated.

Returning to the tent, Xiao Yi was buried in his documents, and the sound of his pen tip sliding across the paper was particularly clear.

Shen Bingning took the initiative to step forward and grind ink for him, trying to ease the awkwardness between the two with her actions.

The tent was dead silent except for the sound of grinding ink.

Finally, Shen Bingning broke the dull atmosphere: "Tagore is now able to take care of himself. Perhaps we should let him return to nature. After all, he belongs to the mountains and forests. Long-term imprisonment is not a good idea."

Xiao Yi picked up a yellowed Buddhist scripture from the table and gently handed it to her: "Copy this scripture a hundred times."

"What is the purpose of copying Buddhist scriptures?"

Shen Bingning felt a little bitter. The last experience of copying made her fingers so sore that they were almost useless. She didn't want to experience it again.

Xiao Yi responded briefly: "Calm down."

What he hoped was that she could calm down her restless mood.

"What's the point of being calm?"

Shen Bingning asked back in a calm tone, but there was an imperceptible fluctuation in her eyes, "My state of mind has long been as calm as an ancient well, why should I be calm again?"

Xiao Yi did not allow her to explain: "Then finish it quickly."

"I'm not!"

She spoke firmly, unwilling to obey blindly.

"Shen Bingning!"

There was a hint of coldness in Xiao Yi's voice, like a cold wind blowing past.

Her eyes flushed with grievance: "I just won't copy! You always bully me like this, I don't want to stay here, I want to leave!"

"Leave", this word once again touched the sensitive nerve in Xiao Yi's heart.

"When Xiao Yuxuan asked you to recite a poem, you obeyed. Why didn't you listen to me? Do you really have feelings for him?"

Shen Bingning was stunned, and her anger was temporarily suppressed: "What poem are you reciting?"

"That song 'The moon shines brightly before my bed, and it looks like frost on the ground. I look up at the moon, and think of my hometown', wasn't it Xiao Yuxuan who asked you to write it?"

Xiao Yi's questioning was like a sharp blade, piercing the vital points.

She took a deep breath and tried to explain: "That was just my homesickness, I just chanted it casually, it has nothing to do with him."

Xiao Yi's eyes were deep, as if he could see through her thoughts.

Sensing his suspicion, Shen Bingning lost her patience to continue explaining herself and turned to leave.

"stop!"

Xiao Yi grabbed her wrist with such force that she couldn't break free.

"Let go, you will only oppress me, I don't want to be with you anymore."

There was determination in her voice. She was unwilling to stay here even if it meant facing Xiao Yuji's threat again.

Xiao Yi's tone finally softened: "I misunderstood you."

"Can a misunderstanding be wiped out?"

There was disbelief in her voice.

"I can agree to anything you ask for, except letting you leave."

"Then send someone to Dezhou first to tell Qing'er and Huzi that I was taken away by Xiao Yuji's men, so that they don't have to worry. Also, if the guard Yin Yu I hired before is still in Dezhou, please let her know so that she won't worry."

Speaking of the hired guard, Xiao Yi felt unhappy, but it was not convenient for him to show it at this time, so he could only suppress it.

"Also, I want to go to Chuancheng."

"What to do?"

"You said I wrote poetry because I missed home, so I want to go home and take a look."

Xiao Yi frowned slightly, as if he was doubtful: "Your family is in Sichuan City?"

"Huh? Isn't it?"

She was confused. Didn’t Qing’er say that she met the original owner in Chuancheng and brought him back to the palace?

"I will go with you after I finish the things at hand."

Shen Bingning suggested: "You can ask An Feng to take me there."

"You can't leave my sight. I will handle these things as soon as possible."

"Okay, then you go ahead and do your thing. I won't bother you."

Shen Bingning walked out of the tent, and a voice called out from a distance: "Miss Shen!"

She looked up and saw Zhang Yishan as usual, his loud voice piercing the air: "I heard that a woman came to the big tent, and I knew it was you."

Although the two had not met much, Shen Bingning had a good impression of this cheerful General Zhang: "General Zhang, I am no longer a girl, just call me by my name."

Zhang Yishan waved his hand, with a teasing smile: "That won't work. Even if you are not a girl now, you may be the queen of a country in the future."

After years of companionship, he had some understanding of Xiao Yi's thoughts. If he didn't have any concerns in his heart, how could he bring a woman into this place of killing?

Shen Bingning prayed in her heart that her words would not come true: "General Zhang, you are joking too much. Just call me by my name."

Zhang Yishan has been in the officialdom for many years and naturally knows that trouble comes from the mouth. It is not easy for him to escape unscathed in the turbulent court.

As soon as Zhang Yishan finished speaking, he turned his gaze behind Shen Bingning and suddenly said, "Your humble servant greets the king."