With a million soldiers, the empress begged me not to rebel

The generals took the order and left, and peace returned to the study.

After arranging the city defense matters, Lu Yan came to the courtyard alone.

The full moon hangs high in the sky, the night wind blows gently, and the shadows of the trees sway, just like an ink painting.

Holding a flute in my hand, I looked up at the starry sky in the dark night, but my thoughts were flying elsewhere.

It seems that the officialdom of the Datong Dynasty is more complicated than I imagined, and one can easily fall into a trap if one is not careful.

Liu An, Liu An! You old fox, it seems you won't give up until you reach the Yellow River.

On the other side, Chen Qingwan was reading books in the study.

She tried to find some good strategies for governing the country from ancient books.

Suddenly, a melodious flute sound floated into my ears, breaking the silence of the night.

She put down the book in her hand, walked to the window and looked in the direction of the sound.

I saw Lu Yan sitting on a stone bench in the yard, bathing in the moonlight and playing the bamboo flute.

The flute sounds soft and melodious, sometimes high-pitched and passionate, sometimes plaintive and sad.

It seems like he is telling something, or telling a legendary story.

The moonlight shone on his body, giving him a layer of silver glow, making him look even more handsome and extraordinary.

Chen Qingwan looked a little crazy...

She had never seen Lu Yan so affectionate. He was always smiling and joking on weekdays.

Sarcastic and funny, it seems like nothing can make him serious.

But at this moment, he seemed like a different person.

Melancholy and deep, she couldn't help but want to explore the secrets hidden deep in his heart.

When the song ended, Lu Yan put down the flute and breathed a long sigh of relief.

"Lord Lu," Chen Qingwan couldn't help but shout.

Hearing the voice, Lu Yan turned around and saw Chen Qingwan by the window.

He was slightly stunned, then smiled and said:

"Miss Chen, why aren't you sleeping so late?"

"I heard the flute and couldn't help but come out to see it,"

Chen Qingwan walked into the yard and said with a chuckle.

"I didn't expect that Lord Lu has this ability?"

Lu Yan smiled and said modestly:

"My trick is just a trivial one. I'm sorry to have made Miss Chen laugh."

"Lord Lu is too modest,"

Chen Qingwan walked to the stone bench next to him and sat down.

"Qingwan feels that the sound of your flute is full of stories."

Lu Yan's eyes darkened and he said nothing.

Seeing this, Chen Qingwan tactfully stopped asking questions and said:

"The moon tonight is so beautiful."

"Yeah," Lu Yan agreed.

"Unfortunately, no matter how beautiful the moon is, it is ultimately illusory."

Chen Qingwan looked at him in confusion.

"Why do you say that, Lord Lu?"

Lu Yan turned to look at her, with a hint of complicated emotions in his eyes, and said slowly:

“Some things look beautiful, but they are ultimately elusive.”

Chen Qingwan's heart sank suddenly. She felt that there was something else behind Lu Yan's words, as if he was hinting at something.

She opened her mouth, wanting to ask something, but didn't know how to start.

Lu Yan paused, then suddenly changed the subject:

"By the way, the muskets have been manufactured and will be shipped to the capital tomorrow."

Chen Qingwan was very excited after hearing this and quickly thanked him:

"Thank you, Lord Lu! With these muskets, the military strength of our Datong Dynasty will be greatly enhanced!"

Lu Yan waved his hand and said casually:

"It's just a small matter. Miss Chen, you don't have to be polite."

"But this musket is extremely powerful. Please use it with caution and do not hurt innocent people."

Chen Qingwan nodded solemnly.

"Don't worry, Lord Lu, Qingwan understands."

The two chatted for a few more minutes, and then Chen Qingwan stood up and said goodbye.

Lu Yan watched her leave, with a barely perceptible bitterness flashing in his eyes.

He picked up the flute and stroked it gently, as if he was caressing an old friend.

Chen Qingwan returned to the house, an indescribable excitement welling up in her heart.

The muskets are about to enter the capital, which is undoubtedly a huge improvement for the army of the Datong Dynasty.

She immediately called her personal maid Qiao'er.

"Qiao'er, come on, help me grind the ink. I want to write a letter."

Qiao'er hurried forward, spread out the rice paper, and handed the pen to Chen Qingwan.

Chen Qingwan picked up the pen, and her thoughts flowed like a spring.

The pen tip flew across the paper, and soon a letter was written.

The few words on the secret letter were as sharp as lead, revealing a chilling chill:

Li Mu was ordered to form a musket team immediately, and a batch of muskets were about to enter the capital.

This matter must be handled with extreme caution. It must not leak out and must not be discovered by officials in the court.

"Qiao'er, immediately deliver this letter to the capital and give it to General Li Mu of the Imperial Guards."

"Remember, you must hand it to him personally. There must be no mistakes."

Chen Qingwan sealed the letter and handed it solemnly to Qiao'er.

"Miss, what's in the letter? Why is it so urgent?"

Qiaoer asked curiously.

Chen Qingwan smiled slightly.

"This is a matter of great importance and cannot be leaked."

"You only need to deliver the letter to General Li. Remember, this matter must be kept confidential."

Seeing that Chen Qingwan spoke so seriously, Qiao'er didn't dare to ask any more questions.

He quickly took the letter and carefully put it in his arms.

"Don't worry, young lady. I will definitely deliver the letter safely."

After that, he left in a hurry.

Chen Qingwan looked at Qiao'er's departing back and prayed silently in her heart:

I hope everything goes well and the muskets can enter Beijing smoothly.

Add a guarantee for the safety of the Datong Dynasty.

She walked to the window, looked at the bright moon in the sky, her mind full of thoughts.

Lu Yan's flute music still echoed in my ears.

His words and his eyes made her feel unpredictable.

Who is he?

How many secrets does he hide in his heart?

The next morning, the dawn broke.

The gate of Shannan Prefecture slowly opened, and a team was ready to go.

The leader was Lu Fei, dressed in military uniform and looking heroic.

Behind him followed a team of well-equipped soldiers from the musket battalion, each carrying a brand new musket on his shoulder.

The black muzzle of the gun glowed coldly, looking particularly murderous in the morning light.

In the center of the team, several carriages covered with thick oilcloths were particularly eye-catching.

Loaded inside was the musket that Lu Yan had hurriedly made overnight over the past few days.

Lu Yan stood at the city gate and patted Lu Fei on the shoulder.

The words were spoken solemnly:

"It's a long journey to the capital, so please be careful and deliver the musket safely."

Lu Fei clasped his fists and accepted the order:

"Don't worry, sir. I will definitely fulfill my mission!"

After watching the team go away, Lu Yan turned around and went back home, but he felt a little uneasy in his heart.

This batch of muskets is of great significance and is related to the military strength of the Datong Dynasty.

It also involves his cooperation with Chen Qingwan, and there is no room for any mistakes.

At the same time, in the capital, at Liu An’s mansion.

"Master, a batch of mysterious weapons from Shannan Prefecture is being shipped to the capital."

A man in black knelt on one knee and reported in a low voice.

Liu An's face was gloomy, and his fingers tapped lightly on the table:

"Humph, Lu Yan, do you really think you can cover the sky with one hand?"

"I want to see if this batch of your weapons can enter the capital smoothly!"

He waved his hand:

"Give the order to intercept the transport team and make sure to take back all the weapons!"