Yezhao Sandbar

Will fancy you! "

"Hero Qin, please put away your self-righteousness. Jiang Ning doesn't like me, but it doesn't mean he likes you. Even if he likes you, it was two years ago. Haven't you heard of the impermanence of the world? In two years, everything can change, not to mention feelings, two years ago, you dismissed him and left him!"

Qin Shaochuan was at a loss for words, and said after a long while: "I have been paying attention to this place, and this time I came here because you made too much trouble in the northwest, so Jiang Ning is no longer safe here."

Sima Ye said: "You can take him away, but you must promise that you will never abandon him again!"

"You still need to tell me, I know!"

"I'll ask someone to take Xiao San'er over, and you should seize the opportunity yourself."

Qin Shaochuan coughed twice in embarrassment, walked to the front of the tent and turned back and said, "Calm down, the emperor has already paid attention to the movement here, he will not let the Yue clan dominate in the northwest."

Sima Ye nodded, "I know."

Three days later, Qin Shaochuan took Jiang Ning and Xiao San'er away. When he saw off, he didn't have any worries about parting. Sima Ye was on the official road, watching a group of three people disappear at the end, and he didn't turn back until he merged with Damo Changtian. .

Jiang Ning said, some things just need to be looked at. Two years ago, he was entangled in Qin Shaochuan's concern for his uncle Yun Xiao. In the past two years, he often thought of these things, and his heart ached. Seeing Qin Shaochuan two years later, he finally Knowing that he has let go, the things that he cared about in the past have faded away with time.

Sima Ye was thinking, can time really dilute everything?Including love and resentment towards a person?

☆, 38

"Every time he evacuated with the king's army, he would call the wild wolves to eat those corpses. There are often vultures and wolves competing for food in the desert. This chilling cry can be heard dozens of miles away. The cruelty of King Clan has made all the scattered tribes in the Northwest fearful, and the other four tribes have surrendered and declared their allegiance to King Yue Clan to the death."

Wufu lowered his eyebrows and closed his eyes, and reported the truth.

On the imperial concubine's couch, Duan Qianmo was bare-chested, and the doctor was doing traditional Chinese medicine moxibustion, and the dense smoke filled the room. Over the past year, the servants are used to smelling it.

Duan Qianmo's chin rested on his folded hands, his eyes were half-closed, fine beads of sweat dripped from his nose, the burn on his back was really hot, and an old scar had already appeared on that piece of skin.

"Well, go on."

Wu Fu continued: "Qin Shaochuan took Jiang Ning away ten days ago, and took the prescription made by Mr. Yun Xiao. There may be some medicines that are hard to find in the northwest, so I haven't seen him take the medicine according to the prescription. Great, I haven’t coughed anymore.” He continued: “According to Fangzi, we have arranged for someone to pretend to be a merchant to do business near Dunhuang City, and what you told Qin Tianjian to list about the twins. Stargazing is auspicious, the official letter has been delivered this morning, all twins in the Northwest will enjoy a monthly silver allowance, and an announcement is posted on the bulletin board."

Duan Qianmo let out a "hmm", Wu Fu didn't understand what the sound meant, and stood there hesitantly.

After a while, he said cautiously: "Qin Shaochuan was worried about Jiang Ning staying in Yuezhi because he received the news from Daxing, so he came to pick him up." He paused, "My lord, you have been worrying about the northwest affairs , Now that it has reached the ears of the emperor, what should I do if the emperor blames me?"

Duan Qianmo was put on obscene clothes by the doctor, took a sip of tea from Wu Fu, frowned, and fell silent.

Wu Fu knew that although the master was calm on the surface, he was actually beating drums in his heart. It seemed that Xi Fan would not be able to calm down anymore.

The doctor stood aside tremblingly, daring not to open his mouth even though he had a doctor's order.

After a while, Duan Qianmo looked up, as if he had just realized that the doctor was still there, and waved his hand: "Get back."

The doctor faltered and said: "My lord, the old injury on your shoulder blade needs to be healed properly. The bone joint hurts in rainy days. You must remember to smoke moxa, and you can't resist it."

"Okay, let's go down."

The doctor backed away disgruntled.

Duan Qianmo put down the teacup, and suddenly asked Wu Fu: "What methods do you think the emperor will use to suppress this king?"

Wu Fu didn't even think about it, and said, "Give me a marriage."

Duan Qianmo propped his elbows on the couch, thinking about the past lightly in his lonely arms, letting the dark flowing spring fall slowly, covering half of his face.

Wu Fu couldn't help but hold his breath in the solitude with nowhere to rest in the small space, fearing that the illusory shadow in Duan Qianmo's eyes would be scattered.

After a long time, Duan Qianmo waved his hand to signal him to back down.

He retreated to the side of the screen and turned back, Duan Qianmo was still in the same posture, like a picture of a hermit with the fragrance of ink faded and the scroll turned yellow.

……

Sima Ye lit a candle on the secret report that he had read in his hand, and it burned to ashes in a short while.

Xiqiang split up two years ago, Saimo and Yingzhe separated Qinghai, with Qinghai Lake as the boundary, each occupying half of the country, and Duanqianmo's two prefectures were also included, which happened to border the two territories.

Qinghai is a three-legged rivalry, except for Duan Qianmo who is calm and non-conflicting, Yingzhe and Sai Mo have been evenly matched in the past two years, and there have been constant wars.

Today, Sai Mo sent someone to send a big gift.

Because the astrology and divination official letter from Qin Tianjian contradicted the living Buddha's prophecy, he made some crimes out of it, and finally found an excuse to dismember the living Buddha's body. The body was used as a sacrifice to the heavens, and only one hideous head was sent to Dunhuang.

There are only a few numbers on this letterhead: I will put my hands on Yingzhe's head in a few days, and I will do whatever I want at that time, and I just want to share the same quilt with Qing!

Sima Qing sneered, Ying Zhe's head, he wanted to take it himself, as for Sai Mo, he was just a walking corpse, the punishment he deserved was to live in sorrow with guilt and pain until he died of old age.

In the sky of May, the sun was scorching like fire, and the yellow land that had been scorched all day faded from the scorching heat at night. The middle is gentle and quiet, sparkling with broken silver.

Sima Ye drove his horse here, and Sima Qing was buried here. He did not bury Sima Qing in the Yueshi Mausoleum, but chose this clean fertile soil.

That disgusting head had already been handed over to the wolves to deal with, all he had to do was tell Sima Qing that there was one less person in this world who couldn't tolerate them.

After paying homage, he leaned on the side of the tomb and had a conversation. It was already three o'clock. He got up to say goodbye, but instead of going straight back to the royal court, he detoured to Crescent Lake.

After tying the horse, he paced to the edge of the spring, stood quietly for a while, and began to undress.

In the heavenly spring, two curved crescent moons outline the graceful lines of the young man's body like the silhouette of a god.

There was a faint smile on the corners of his lips, and he casually untied the restraints on his body. His clothes fell silently like clouds, and his refined figure like jade was gradually revealed, covered with a layer of glistening luster by the moonlight. .

Xu Shi couldn't stand the coolness of the spring water, so he lifted his right leg a small step forward, the toes were stretched straight, pulling out the beautiful arc of the arched instep, a pair of extremely beautiful feet, the delicate ankle is the most amazing part, the toe is light Touching the spring water, the calm water surface is covered with ripples.

With an extremely graceful posture, he took a step forward, and the shallow water covered the instep. He moved forward slowly, and pulled the hair on the back to his chest with his backhand. Eyes burnt.

"My lord came here wearing the stars and wearing the moon. The journey was full of dust and dust. Why don't you come into the water and accept Yaohua's baptism together to wash away your sins."

Under the shadow of the whirling tree, a figure slowly stepped out. The person in the water had already submerged his body, holding his long hair on his chest, looked back and smiled, and sank into the spring.

Duan Qianmo Shi Shiran walked to the shore, found a clean stone and sat down.

The man in the water turns into an elf under the moon, shuttles in the spring water, smashes the moon in the water, and scatter bits of silver.

"Your lord really won't come down?" He swam to the shore with his chin resting on his elbow.

Duan Qianmo smiled slightly on the bank, his hands crossed his knees in a quiet and dignified posture, he came when he received the imperial decree of marriage, he didn't know why he came, but he just came.

People say that the moonlight night can make people forget the hustle and bustle of the day, and they can see a dream in the red world ten feet away. It turns out that this statement is true.

Even if he has a smile on his face and a knife in his words, in such a quiet night, sharpness can be regarded as light and soft clouds.

"No wonder the prince doesn't go into the water, how can the sins be washed away easily? I'm too naive." He raised his hand, and the water dripped down his wrist, like sticky blood, which couldn't be washed clean.

Duan Qianmo smiled slightly, and took out the jade flute to his lips. The sound of the flute was melodious and peaceful, like a boat carrying a leaf in the endless autumn water, landing on Tingzhou full of orchids, waiting for Xiangwan to shed the rain.

With his own hands, he pushed that innocent young man into the blood-stained loess trench, destroyed the peaceful place he longed for inch by inch, obliterated the name Ah Xi in the long river of history, and turned him into another him beyond recognition.

Each of them has their old grievances and new enmities that can't be explained clearly, and they can't tell whether all this is right or wrong. If we go back to two years ago, will we reach an agreement with Yingzhe, resulting in the situation that happened later.

He didn't want to find excuses to explain to him that Xi Fan was poor, and as a feudal lord, he wanted to protect the people living and working in peace and contentment, but the two states close to Xi Fan were rich in mineral veins and products, which was a hope for the entire Xi Fan.At that time, how could he not be shaken?

Even though the mistake had already been made, he knew that he had already lost Axi's trust and attachment, so he spent two years huddling in Suzhou, preventing himself from appearing in front of him, however, he still came today.

Axi, whether you are Sima Ye or Sima Qing, I will always be Duan Qianmo who falls in love with you.

When the song is over, put the flute in your arms.

Sima Ye quietly leaned against the pool, as if immersed in the melody, the sound of the flute stopped for a while, and then he came back to his senses, the corners of his lips curled up, and he looked over with a smile, "Does the lord need me to invite you again and again before going into the water? You see, I'm ready." After that, he spread his arms and exposed his upper body.

Duan Qianmo smiled but said nothing, propped his chin with one hand, and said after a while: "Come up, the water is cold."

Sima Ye looked at him suspiciously, and asked clearly in his eyes: "I really don't need it?"

Duan Qianmo said slowly: "Even if you are Sima Qing, you don't need to use your body to repay me. You only hide the situation in the northwest from the saint, it's just for the sake of Xifan. Besides, I'm not so greedy and I will definitely ask for repayment."

Sima Ye obviously questioned his last sentence, couldn't help but sneered, turned his back to Duan Qianmo, looked at the pool of moonlight, a little interested, a little bored.

"It was the lord who taught Sima Qing what an exchange of benefits is. Since the lord doesn't want it, then don't blame Sima Qing for not repaying the favor." After speaking, he stood up straight and walked to the shore.

Before taking two steps, Duan Qianmo had already put on his clothes and entered the water, standing in front of him.

Sima Ye smiled mockingly, and reached out to unbutton his clothes. Duan Qianmo held both hands on the collar, lowered his head, and pressed his lips to the cold hands.

His posture was so pious, his soft lips moved between his fingers, and his water-soaked black eyes stared deeply into his eyes, giving Sima Ye the illusion of being cherished. Then he came back to his senses, raised his eyebrows and asked: "Will the prince do it or not?"

Catching the annoyance in his eyes, Duan Qianmo's heart instantly blossomed like a flower, and Ah Xi finally had another expression towards him.

He really wanted to kiss her to relieve the deep-seated lovesickness of the past two years, but he didn't dare. Once he kissed her, it would really be an exchange of benefits.

"If you really want to repay, let me hug you for a while." It was almost a request, but afraid that he would refuse, she hugged his waist before she finished speaking, and buried her face in the crook of his neck.

The flame tattoo on his shoulder danced under his eyes. His hand covered Sima Ye's left arm, which felt uneven. He just stroked it back and forth. I'm getting married next month."

Getting married next month?

This is simply a major event in the Northwest, and it was expected a long time ago, wasn't it?Why do I still have a faint heartache, so painful that I can't breathe...

Sima Ye grabbed his arm, gently pushed it away, and said with a smile, "Congratulations, my lord. At that time, Sima Qing will definitely go to congratulate my lord on his wedding."

Duan Qianmo stared at him tightly, and said for a long time, "This king... is looking forward to it."

☆, 39

In the seventh month, it is not suitable for marriage, but once the emperor's mouth is opened, even if things are not good during the cloudy and cloudy season, you have to follow the holy will and marry according to it.

The entire city of Suzhou seems to have transformed overnight. When a new round of morning sun rises, the city is already dazzled by ten miles of red carpets. The two ends have been cleaned up, and the sun in the sky is more dazzling than usual.

The front of the feudal prince's mansion was full of people, and all the stewards and gatekeepers were sweating profusely under the sun. Carriages and soft sedan chairs filled the open space in front of the mansion, and congratulatory guests were brought into the palace in an endless stream.

Sima Ye came here at the right time, riding a sturdy Mobei famous horse, the horse was as red as fire, and he was also dressed in a crimson beard, with only two followers behind him, the horse's hooves swayed over.

At this time, there were not many people outside the gate, only the happy people on the long street watching the excitement. Everyone's eyes seemed to be caught by hooks, and they fixedly cast their gazes on the fiery red figure.

There was such a moment of silence, the gatekeeper suddenly came back to his senses, hurried out to greet him with small steps, took Sima Ye's rein, and looked behind him, but there was no guard of honor.

He bowed and said with a flattering smile: "The king of Yuezhi is the king, the little one has lost his way and welcomes him far away, I hope you will forgive me."

When everyone heard the name, they all took a breath, the guests in front of the door turned around and burrowed in, and the people on the long street let out a low sigh, and dispersed after a while.

The gatekeeper laughed awkwardly, Sima Ye jumped off the horse, stuffed the whip into the gatekeeper's hand, and stepped straight into the front gate of the mansion.

He was amused in his heart, now that the name of King Yuezhi could stop children from crying at night, even if he wanted to, Duan Qianmo couldn't get it back, so that's good, the tyranny of Anwai can also be a deterrent to the beasts who covet Yueshi .

The wedding hall is in the lobby of the front yard, and the outside of the wedding hall is full of people, and the shrill voice of the ceremony officer can be heard inside, and it has already sung to the point where the husband and wife are praying to each other.

The servant behind him asked if he would watch the ceremony, Sima Ye shook his head, and directly asked him to lead him to the banquet in the front hall.

The servants inside respectfully arranged him as the chief. He sat peacefully and let the servants busy with serving tea and water for a long time. After the ceremony over there, only then did the guests enter the front hall in twos and threes. The smile froze on his face when he saw Sima Ye who was sitting safely in the chief seat.

"Humph!"

Somebody snorted coldly, and after taking a seat according to the nameplate, they began to discuss in a low voice, but the words were heard clearly in Sima Ye's ears.

The left is just a barbarian outside the Great Wall, all bloody and mutton, and so on, and the manager next to him couldn't persuade him, so he waited tremblingly beside Sima Ye, offering tea, "King Yuezhi, please use tea."

Sima Ye took the teacup, and the attendants behind him finally couldn't help it, and snorted heavily, which made those people silence immediately, and secretly glanced over here.

The courageous one clicked his tongue and said to the person next to him: "I heard that the beast tamer must first eat and sleep with the wild beast, and treat the wild beast as a family member. Tell me, will you be assimilated by the beast and become inhuman? A beast that is even worse than a wild beast?"

A person next to him immediately interjected, "Your statement is new, I think it is very possible, otherwise how could they kill each other? It is said that those barbarians killed their own people and cut off their ears to share the food. The corpses were left for his wild wolf brothers Come to eat, tsk tsk, it's really outrageous."

"No, they like to eat human flesh raw. The prince's wedding banquet is full of human food. I think we should set aside another corner of the kennel and let him sit at the same table with his own kind."

"Qiang!" sounded.

The screams broke out, and there was already a scimitar dangling on the table of the two of them.

Sima Ye leisurely walked over and stretched out his hand...

The two stuck together, trembling like a candle in the wind.

Stretching out his hand again, he pulled out the scimitar, and with a slight smile, people's eyes lit up, and then lightly stretched out the tip of his tongue to lick the blade, and those people's eyes widened.

"Sorry you two, I just couldn't hold back for a while, and almost cut off your ears to drink, hahaha..."

He laughed wildly, turned around and returned to his seat, the smile had disappeared, as if nothing had happened, he picked up the teacup and squinted his eyes carefully.

The entire front hall was dead silent, and no one dared to make a sound. Cloud and mist stood outside the curtain behind the hall for a long time, frowning.

When Duan Qianmo, who was dressed in happy attire, stepped into the front hall, he immediately spotted the fiery red figure of the newcomer.

Someone had reported the situation here just now, and he rushed over immediately.

Seeing him coming, all the guests breathed a sigh of relief, and complained in a low voice filled with righteous indignation. Duan Qianmo's face darkened, and he looked at Sima Ye, who was seated at the head of the table.

Those people thought that they would dare to mess around at the prince's wedding banquet, the prince must be annoyed, so they all sat up straight and waited intently to see him get embarrassed.

Duan Qianmo walked up to the chief, filled two glasses of wine himself, and raised his glass to Sima Ye, "I just paid my respects to the hall, but I never went far to meet King Yuezhi, it was Xiaowang's impoliteness, I respect the King Yueshi with a glass of thin wine, Wanwang Haihan."

After finishing speaking, he drank the wine in the glass and took a photo with the glass.

The following people are stupid.

What kind of face is this given?The king of the feudal town is very polite, offering a glass of water and wine to a frontier barbarian! ?

Sima Ye drank the glass of wine with a faint smile, got up and saluted, "Today is the grand wedding ceremony of the prince, and Sima Qing is here to congratulate the prince and his wife for their deep love and happy marriage for a hundred years. Xiao Wang has something important to do, so farewell!"

After finishing speaking, he left, Duan Qianmo followed two steps, "King Yuezhi stay!"

Sima Ye looked back at him.

Duan Qianmo opened his mouth, saying goodbye at this time is the best for both sides, but the eight words of congratulations are like thorns, he lost his sense in the pain, he wanted to keep him according to his instinct, as for keeping him No matter what, I can't think of a reason at this time.

After a long time, he said in a hoarse voice: "The tea is light and the table is thin, leave a glass of water at the bar."

A trace of loneliness flashed in Sima Ye's eyes, his smiling face couldn't hold back any longer, and he said calmly, "The royal court still has important things to do, and it's too late to hurry. The prince is very happy today. It's time to have a few drinks with the guests. Stay!"

Duan Qianmo stayed where he was, and the figure from his back flashed past in front of the lobby door. The sunlight outside the hall was bright and dazzling, forming countless halos of light in his pupils.

Sima Ye went straight out of the palace, with the wind blowing under his feet, as if fleeing from something.

He thought that he had really become Sima Qing who didn't have Duan Qianmo in his eyes, but after the husband and wife worshiped in the wedding hall, the high wall of his heart suddenly collapsed in pain, and the ground was devastated.

He dismounted from the steed and neighed in pain, and ran out like a gust of wind, and the two attendants who came behind hurriedly jumped on the horse and chased after it.

Sima Ye was riding a good horse from Mobei, and the two of them could not keep up with their desperate horse riding. After a while, the flaming ball in front of them disappeared.

It's not time for dinner in the Manyue Building. In the bright hall, several waiters are talking around the counter. The bamboo curtain at the door is thrown open, and a handsome young man in a gorgeous dress strides in.

Before the waiters opened their mouths, they heard him walking and saying: "Two catties of daughter red, two catties of hand meat!"

In the hot weather, his whole body was covered with chills, making people afraid to approach him. A brave and clever waiter hurriedly said politely: "Okay! Wait a minute, sir!"

He hurriedly prepared two jars of Nurhong and fried peanuts and sent them up. He said in a soft voice, "The finger meat is freshly roasted, and it is already being prepared in the kitchen. Serve the wine first, and you can use it slowly."

Sima Ye didn't bother to pay attention to him, and drank the wine as soon as he poured it. The waiters knew from his posture that he came here specially to get drunk.

This kind of person does not need to be greeted attentively, as long as he can order wine and drink, and leave a quiet corner for him.

In fact, ignoring the icy aura, just looking at his appearance is still very pleasing to the eye. A few waiters secretly glanced at him. This young man has a deep outline, with an exotic style, handsome facial features, and a trace of vicissitudes and leisure that do not match his age. , but it is completely natural with temperament, which is really contradictory.

Before the finger meat was served, the pot of daughter's red meat was drained, and the waiters shook their heads, it seemed that this guest officer was going to stay in the shop today.

The hot finger meat was served on the table. Sima Ye picked up a piece with his hands, stared at it for a while, and suddenly stuffed it into his mouth. It still tasted the same. The skin was burnt and the meat was soft inside.

It's just that time has changed, and I don't know whether it's because of his appetite or his sense of taste is dull. The hand-picked meat he always misses the most, but it tastes like chewing meat in his mouth.

"Run an errand to buy a pack of fried chestnuts!"

A waiter let out an "ah" and hurried out of the lobby, and after a while, out of breath, he bought a bag of freshly baked chestnuts.

Sima Ye took out one, sucked the sugar foam in his mouth, and bit it hard against the die, the chestnut broke open, and his mouth was full of chestnut shells.

"Guest officer, that's not how you eat it." The waiter kindly reminded, took out one and peeled it, and handed over the chestnut meat.

Sima Ye looked at him, the waiter's legs trembled, and he scolded himself for being nosy, but Sima Ye took the chestnut meat and put it in his mouth, chewed it slowly, and smiled gratefully, "Thank you! "

The waiter scratched his head in embarrassment and smiled.

"Sit down and help me peel."

The waiter let out an "oh" and sat down cautiously.

The two were about the same age, and the waiter and waiter saw a lot of different guests, which was also a kind of experience. They chatted and opened up chatterboxes, talking all over the place, and Sima Ye ate chestnuts while drinking. , and occasionally a couple of sentences should be added.

"Before the feudal clan was established, this land was no different from the outside of the pass. Horse thieves came here every now and then, not only robbing money, but also food and population. The Central Plains side is recruiting soldiers, and our side is recruiting soldiers. Whether you like it or not, soldiers It’s not enough, just pull people directly... Hey, they are all from one dynasty, and the lives of our people in the Northwest are cheaper..."

Sima Ye said indifferently: "You are talking about the past, but what about now?"

The little waiter's eyes lit up, and he said happily: "It's different now, our prince is sympathetic to the people, and banned all private mines, kilns, and workshops. Now the firearms, weapons, mines, and fire kilns are all under the jurisdiction of the government, and they are never strictly deducted. The wages and the fields are divided into acres, and the common people are treated preferentially. None of the big gentry can escape taxes. Two years ago, they were merged into the two states of Qinghai. Only then did the common people truly enjoy the grace of the Heavenly Dynasty."

"Don't you believe it, the prince will come to the Moon Tower several times a month, Nuo!" He pointed to a seat in the lobby, "Every time I sit in that seat, order a pot of daughter's red, a plate of finger meat, Just sit for a long time." He covered his mouth and said with a smile: "I didn't expect that such a noble person as Wang Ye would also follow the Romans, eating meat with his hands is really like grabbing it with his hands."

Sima Ye stared blankly at the empty seat, and there was a double image in front of his eyes, as if he saw a handsome man in a pear-blossom white robe, holding a cloth towel, helping the young man wipe his greasy hands carefully.

"Bang!" There was a loud noise.

Sima Ye opened his blurred eyes. At this time, the hall was already full of diners, and the waiter had already been busy at some point.

Someone shouted: "Look, there are fireworks at the palace's wedding banquet today!"

Sima Ye straightened up and looked out, only to see the colorful fire dragon soaring into the sky, and all of a sudden, the trees and silver flowers were full of flames.

...a night like ink.

Infinity contains the bright light that blooms for festive events. Little by little beams of light gather and then disperse. The scattered flower spirits still seem to be in the eyes, which cannot be recalled, and the phantoms that follow one after another compete for beauty.

People gathered outside the Manyue Building to watch the fireworks. The smiling faces flickered under the bright light, and the people who supported the feudal king spontaneously began to cheer and applaud.

The prince and concubine are harmonious and beautiful, giving birth to a precious son early...

The city is full of splendor, with red makeup for ten miles, looking at the silver bridge, and the night and sky!

The occasion was unprecedented, no one would pay attention to the lonely corner, the wine was exhausted, the handsome young man propped his forehead with his hands, the sky was full of brilliance, his eyes were empty, but the smile on the corner of his lips was like a peach blossoming in untimely in the steep spring cold , Stubbornly pouring out his life will also... to the end.

☆, 40

A year is but a fleeting moment.

The Yue clan annexed the eight major tribes, gathered scattered vagrants, encouraged farming, opened up wasteland and expanded the land, and the territory has covered the entire territory outside the Great Wall, up to Longshan.

The killing and gunpowder three years ago seems to have faded away. No matter how tyrannical Yuezhi King is in the eyes of outsiders, in the hearts of Yuezhi people, Yuezhi King will always be the god of the desert.

From time to time, there was a letter from Jiangning saying that his ninth younger brother, Mo Xianchen, was actually not dead. He lived incognito in the fishing row by the riverside. He took his youngest son to live in Luzhou Prefecture. These portraits earn some money, although poor, but happy at ease.

Sima Ye would also write back to talk about recent developments, but he didn't ask about the relationship between Jiang Ning and Qin Shaochuan, because he learned from special channels that Qin Shaochuan's good news is coming soon, and it is meaningless to go deeper into it. It is contrary to ethics, not to mention being blessed by relatives and friends, even if it is accepted, it may be impossible. Qin Shaochuan's choice to marry a wife and have children is not cowardly, but obeys God's will.

The letters on the table were scattered, the candles on the candlesticks were about to burn out, and the wicks were crackling and dancing. Sima Ye felt his head hurt, but he didn't ask anyone to add more candles, so he lazily approached the square chair, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

The candle was finally burnt out, and it went out with a "swoosh", blue smoke curled up, and the darkness fell down heavily.

A pair of soft hands touched the temples, pressing gently.

Sima Ye sighed comfortably, without opening his eyes, he said to himself, "Suddenly I want to eat pumpkin porridge."

The people behind him gave a grin, and it was only in front of her that Sima Ye lost his sharp appearance and showed some childishness.

Thinking of the day of the prince's wedding, she bid farewell to the prince and followed all the way to the Manyue Tower. When she saw him in a brightly lit corner and dressed in the dim eternal night, her eyes were blurred at that time.

The prince said that since Jiang Ning left, there is no one around Ah Xi who knows everything, let alone anyone who can talk.

He can't give a cup of hot tea in the cold night, can't give Xiang Wan a cold coat in the wind, can't give poetry and wine years on the lonely return journey, and can't give leisurely rides with long songs outside the Great Wall.

...Yunwu, just help me take care of him, so that he can feel a little warmth in the cold Sifang royal court. What he wants is not much, just a companion.

The lord, dressed in joyful attire, stood with his hands down in front of the red silk brocade palace gate, and watched her board the carriage. When she looked back, the figure that melted into the warm crimson red was as haggard as a helpless mansion surrounded by luxuriant gardens. The entangled old tree roots are dictated by fate, and there is no way to break free.

Sima Ye was about to fall asleep, Yun Wu patted him on the shoulder, "Go and sleep on the couch."

This shot made him wake up quite a bit, he opened his eyes, and lazily complained: "Those people called me Li Concubine, I got a headache from the quarrel."

Yun Wu said with a smile: "Don't you want to establish a concubine? The Yueshi King is 23 this year, and he is in the prime of his life. It is a good age to start a family."

Sima Ye suddenly stood up, and stared at Yunwu with some displeasure, "You know that I don't like noisy women!"

Yun Wu covered her mouth and snickered, and Sima Ye's eyes gleamed in the darkness, she quickly stopped laughing, "If you don't want to, they can't help it, they won't drag him to your bedroom."

Sima Ye said: "Of course they don't dare, but they are all coveting the position of the concubine, which is annoying." Before he finished speaking, he bent down to look closer to Yunwu, and said amazingly, "Sister Yunwu, why don't you marry me."

"Pooh!"

Yun Wu blushed, and glared at Sima Ye fiercely, then suddenly thought of the prince, and realized now that although it was a joke, Sima Ye would marry a wife one day, and for people of their status, marriage is the road to kingship offerings.

"I'm going to sleep." Sima Ye yawned and walked towards the bed, when Yun Wu suddenly said behind him, "I'll marry you!"

Sima Ye stopped in his tracks, and turned around incredulously. In the darkness, he couldn't see Yun Wu's expression clearly, but he could feel her determination to break the boat.

"If the position of the Great Concubine is always vacant, it will cause disputes among various factions. Once there is civil strife and the political situation is unstable, the people will suffer." Yun Wu smiled sadly, "I have no future at all. The position of a Great Concubine, at least It can guarantee that the rest of my life will be safe and worry-free."

Sima Ye said calmly: "Even if you are not a concubine, I will guarantee that you will have no worries about food and clothing. I was just joking, so don't take it to heart."

"You dislike me?" Yun Wu smiled slyly.

"How could I dislike you?" Sima Ye said with a serious expression, "I'm afraid of delaying you. This is not a joke. Once you marry me, it will be a lifetime. If you meet someone you like in the future, it will be too late to regret it."

"It's fine if you don't dislike it." Yun Wu said: "Let's talk about the future, as long as it can help you, I don't care."

When Sima Ye wanted to say something, Yun Wu pushed him, "Go to sleep, we'll talk tomorrow."

……

The day does not stain the deep autumn, and the night leaks a rain, which moistens the dry loess for a summer, and the dry autumn is bleak after the cold.

Early in the morning, I rode through the city gate of Suzhou, the horseshoes rolled up the autumn wind, and went straight to the Suzhou feudal king's office. There was a wind, and the yelling resounded through Suzhou Long Street, with a happy expression on his face.

The front hall of Wang's office was in the process of routine business, and there was a morning meeting every three days. The front hall was full of officials from all over the capital, and Duan Qianmo was sitting at the head, listening to the news of the imperial capital from the people below.

"The emperor's dragon body is sick, and the government affairs in the court are handled by the second prince to assist the prince, and the prince is already in charge."

Duan Qianmo nodded, and asked: "What do you say about the pulse case of Tai Hospital?"

"It is said that it is due to stagnation of liver qi, wind and cold soaking in the body. Tang Huan rebelled four years ago, and the Holy Majesty contracted the disease when he did not rest for several days. Recently, it has worsened, and he occasionally vomits blood."

Duan Qianmo's eyebrows twitched, and a chill came over his heart. Although brothers are not close, they are still brothers after all. Now that the emperor is sick, if something good or bad happens, the court will become chaotic again.

Just as he was meditating, he saw a person through the half-closed door, led by Wu Fu, passing through the main entrance from a distance. The man was dressed in a Hu suit and held a red document in both hands.

He couldn't help frowning and stood up.

"My lord, the Yue family is here to ask for an audience!"

"Come in!"

The man stepped in, and while saluting, Duan Qianmo stared at the red gold-plated invitation card in his hand, his heart skipped a beat.

"...The wedding is scheduled for the fifteenth day of this month, and the whole family of Yueshi will welcome the prince at that time..."

The man's voice was intermittent, his ears were buzzing intermittently, he couldn't hold his breath, and then he fell down with his eyes darkened.

In his dream, he scolded himself, only allowing him to make a concubine to have a son and pass on his heirs. Why did he feel so anxious when he heard about Ah Xi's wedding? sad.

"My lord, my lord..."

There was someone sobbing softly by the bed, Duan Qianmo felt depressed, but had to open his eyes.

"My lord, are you awake?"

The princess of Xifan was crying like pear blossoms and raining, and she smiled when she saw him wake up, "The doctor said that the old injury of the prince has happened again, and he applied the medicine, but now it still hurts?"

The concubine is the only daughter of a scholar in the cabinet. She is well-educated, gentle and pleasant. It seems that Duan Zimo has put his heart into choosing a relative for him, and she is not random.

When she asked this, there was indeed a dull pain in the shoulder blade. Duan Qianmo smiled faintly, and said softly: "It's okay, you took care of it for a few hours, go and rest."

The princess was worried, so she patted his hand and asked with a smile, "Would the lord want some porridge?"

Duan Qianmo didn't have the slightest appetite, so she was worried that she might get angry, so she nodded, "Let the servants take care of you."

The princess smiled obediently, and got up to change people. After a while, Mao Jian came in with a red sandalwood tray to serve Duan Qianmo with porridge, and the princess leaned on the side of the couch and sat down.

She smiled and watched Duan Qianmo eat the porridge in one bite, and caressed her round belly with both hands habitually, and said slowly: "There is still one month to give birth, this little guy has been very noisy these days, disturbing people to sleep at night not good."

Duan Qianmo looked at her, a little apologetic. After the big wedding, she has been dragging on the consummation of the house. Her natal family has been writing to inquire, and it was only two months later that the house was consummated routinely. She was pregnant that time without thinking, so he made an excuse Separated rooms, if this woman is tricky and self-willed, he can still be confident to alienate her, but she is a virtuous woman with a sense of humor