Born a phoenix? The husband I picked up is the young emperor

Chapter 1931

Emperor Zhaowu glanced at Shi Anxia, ​​perhaps hoping that she would say something.

However, the woman was hard-hearted and just gave the wet nurse a look before letting her take the crying child away.

She turned around, her wide sleeves falling like still water, her skirt unruffled, and bowed deeply, "I respectfully send the emperor back to the capital, and wish the emperor -" she paused, lowering her long eyelashes, "a safe journey."

Emperor Zhaowu looked at her deeply again, turned around and got on the carriage.

Xiao Shuzi bowed to the princess and followed his master into the carriage. He couldn't help but remind her, "Master..."

Emperor Zhaowu closed his eyes and ignored him. Only his clenched fingers showed that he was not at peace inside.

Xiao Shuzi felt it was inconvenient to continue disturbing him, so he just shut up.

When the carriage slowly drove to Yuansheng Pavilion, Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang were leading their troops in formation to see them off.

Emperor Zhaowu lifted the curtain of his carriage and glanced at the neatly arranged army formation behind the two men. The cold wind blew across his sleeves, and he squinted slightly, as if he wanted to take in this scene.

This is my kingdom, and these are my soldiers. He thought to himself, and slowly stepped off the carriage, his black cloak rustling in the wind.

He reached out and patted their shoulders heavily, the white breath he exhaled condensed on his eyelashes, "The safety of Lingzhou and the imperial sister's family is entrusted to the two of you. I have made a promise, and what I have said -"

The voice stopped abruptly, and the north wind blew the broken snow across the battlements, freezing the unfinished words in the air.

Tang Xinghe and Ma Chuyang clasped their fists at the same time and responded in unison. There seemed to be frost on their brows, but they still stood straight, like two unsheathed Mo Dao nailed on the official road in the morning light.

Emperor Zhaowu got on the carriage again and sat upright.

This time, Xiao Shuzi finally got the chance, "Master, there is one thing you seem to have forgotten?"

"What?" Emperor Zhaowu raised his eyes and asked.

"Aren't you going to make Princess Haiyan the eldest princess?"

Emperor Zhaowu just remembered and said in surprise, "Look at my memory. I have been here for so long and I actually forgot." He was a little annoyed. After a while, he rubbed the veins on his forehead and said, "Forget it. I will give her a higher title next time when we move the capital to Lingzhou."

Xiao Shuzi agreed, but he was wondering in his heart, what other reward could be higher than the title of Princess?

When the carriage reached Shicheng, a secret guard came to report the important events in the capital. Emperor Zhaowu was shocked after hearing it, and did not dare to delay along the way, so he ordered the horses to hurry up.

At the same time, he issued an order to the secret guards to block all news about the matter from the capital to Lingzhou.

Xiao Shuzi was extremely anxious, "Master, how can you keep this kind of news secret?"

"Keep it a secret for one day longer. Don't disturb my sister." Emperor Zhaowu had a gloomy look on his face and ordered the coachman to rush back to the capital day and night.

When Shi Anxia stepped into Tiema City, dusk was pressing heavily on the city walls.

The cold wind blew up the fine snow, but it could not blow away the wisps of smoke rising from the city. People were moving in the streets and alleys, and although it was bleak, it exuded a tenacious vitality.

At the four gates of the east, south, west and north, the hot air from the porridge stalls was steaming in the cold wind. The people in line wrapped themselves tightly in thin clothes and waited quietly.

There was a long line in front of the medicine stand, but no one was pushing or shoving or crying. This was because behind each wooden table sat a doctor, with his skinny fingers on the pulse, asking questions in a low voice.

The smell of medicine mixed with the aroma of rice filled the city.

Some people coughed, some people sobbed, but no one despaired.

After all, as long as we have hot porridge to warm our stomachs and decoctions to prolong our lives, the world is not too bad.