world weapon

Jing'an was 16 years old.

The flames of war raged, and bloody war songs were played in the sky. On the battlefield, on one side were the well-equipped troops of the Shuo Kingdom, and on the other side were the Rong and Qiang tribes in rough clothes.Most of the soldiers of Shuo Kingdom are family members, and they have reservations in the face of fighting, but the people of the Rong and Qiang tribes only have faith in the tribe. retreat.

The troops in the north are insufficient, and it will take at least dozens of days to deploy troops. It is not a good strategy to continue like this.So the front line sent an urgent document for eight hundred miles, and it has arrived in the imperial city today.

In the main hall, a man sat on a dragon chair, dressed in a yellow robe and looked at the document in his hand seriously.Under one person, hundreds of civil and military officials stand beside him.

"Rong and Qiang are rampant and have touched the majesty of our dynasty. Do you have a good strategy?" Ling Xi put down the documents and scanned all the civil and military officials, but no one made a sound for a while.

"Could it be that I've been frightened by this little Rong Qiang to all the officials?" He raised his voice, which was extremely loud above the empty hall.

"Your Majesty, I have a plan." At this time, the prime minister, who was the head of the hundred officials, came out.

"Come quickly."

"I believe that although Rong and Qiang are small places, they should not be underestimated. If we are a big country in the dynasty, if we care about it, it will be difficult to show the national style of our dynasty."

"What Aiqing said is very true. I passed on my word that Princess Lingyao will soon be sent as an envoy to Rong and Qiang to marry King Rong and Qiang."

"Your Majesty Shengming."

When Ling Yao heard this sentence, her heart was ashamed. Sure enough, an unfavored princess could only become a victim of politics in the end.

Tears slid down the delicate face, wet the silk and satin, and cried with rouge and gouache, but no matter what, it couldn't change the fact.

It was snowing heavily, and only her concubine mother and a group of court ladies and eunuchs came to see her off. The concubine mother's face was gradually aging, and her clothes were not as luxurious as those of the other concubines, because she only gave birth to one princess.

The concubine mother couldn't cry anymore, her beautiful face looked extremely pale in the cold wind.She bid farewell to her mother and concubine and the palace where she had lived for 19 years, and went to a strange place to start her new life.

The road was difficult, coupled with the heavy snow, the road to Rongqiang was extremely difficult. She drove on the road for more than a month before arriving at Rongqiang.

This is an extremely backward small country, and even the imperial palace is not as good as a corner of King Shuo's mansion. Her arrival lit a bonfire and played music in this small country.

She washed away the travel and dust, put on a bright red dress, put on a hijab, put on heavy makeup, and sat in the wing room full of festive red decorations without saying a word.

Until now, she had never met his husband, but when she met, she would give him her whole heart.

The door was opened, and the cold outside came in through the gap. She couldn't help shivering, and walked up to her and sat down by herself. She couldn't help but froze, holding her breath, closing her eyes, waiting for the next .

"Miss, I'm a rough person, don't worry about it."

She froze for a moment, the person's voice was very gentle, the magnetic voice made people feel like a spring breeze, he gently took off the hijab, his eyes met, Ling Yao was stunned.

He looks to be in his early forties, with sword eyebrows and star eyes, and his facial features are as handsome as a knife. Although the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and the traces of wind and sun can't be hidden, they add a lot of masculinity to him.

At this moment, he faded away from the arrogance of fighting on the battlefield, faded away from his usual rude behavior, and only tenderness remained in his eyes.

He held her in his arms and lay on the bed.

Ling Yao is still immersed in it. She lacked fatherly love since she was a child, and she even met him a few times. Looking at her majestic father, she longed to be loved.This man's chest was warm and strong, she listened to his gentle heartbeat, and let him take off her clothes.

She closed her eyes in his arms.

Actually... this... is pretty good too.

Two years later, a baby's cry pierced the tranquility of the night. Ida Lu Ze rushed in when she heard the cry. Granny Wen was holding a newborn baby, her face a little dignified.

"My lady, how are you?" He rushed to the weak Ling Yao, took her hand, and she forced a smile and said, "Son, let me see."

The steady woman held the baby in front of her.

"Your Majesty, it's a girl."

Lu Ze happily took over the infant baby.

"Look, our boy."

Ling Yao was a little relieved. If in Shuo Kingdom, the concubine gave birth to a baby girl, the emperor would not ask a word at all.

"But Your Majesty, there is one thing..." Wen Po's expression turned pale.

"What's the matter?"

"The little princess cries very weakly, I'm afraid she is very weak, and she may need to recuperate more in the future."

"How is it possible, my child will be as healthy as me. Ma'am, what name should I give the child?" Lu Ze obviously didn't take Mrs. Wen's words seriously, thinking about the name with great interest.

"It's better to call Lu Yao."

What Wen Po said is correct. After Lu Yao was born, he was ill for a long time, and finally pulled back from the closed door of hell, and the root cause of the disease also fell. The serious illness did not continue to be minor, and he was bedridden all day long. He couldn't get out of bed and walk when he was three years old.

Going on like this is not an option, Lu Ze asked the most honorable priest in the tribe to prophesy for her.

The prophecy ceremony is sacred and cannot be disturbed. He paced anxiously at the door. It took a long time for the priest to lift the curtain and come out. She saluted Lu Ze first.

"My lord, does my son have a vision?"

"My lord, please forgive me first." She knelt down directly.The priests of the tribe have always been noble, and even the king has to be courteous. This move gave Lu Ze an ominous premonition, and hurriedly helped the priests up.

"Please hurry up, my lord. If you have anything to say, please tell me. I will definitely not blame you."

"I look at the sky and gossip, the little princess may not live to be 20 years old."

He froze, followed by endless panic, he grabbed the priest's hand.

"Then, my lord, is there any way?"

"There is no way, it just depends on the king, whether you are willing or not."

"Of course I would."

"Well, please ask the king to find a girl to replace the princess..."

After hearing what the priest said, Lu Ze called Lu Jianhong, the palace musician that night. He had a daughter who was the same age as Lu Yao, named Lu Yaoling.From then on, Lu Yaoling changed her name to Lu Yao and became a princess, but all this was unknown to outsiders.

In the spring of the 19th year of the Yuan Dynasty.

Another war raged in the quiet night, the Rong and Qiang people were taken away from their lair unexpectedly, Lu Ze was killed, Ling Yao was distraught and committed suicide in the palace, and Lu Yaoling was brought back to Shuo Kingdom, and named as Mrs. Yao.

Lu Yaoling sat quietly in the gorgeous bedroom.She was originally the daughter of a musician, and was forced to switch identities with the princess 15 years ago. Although it was only done secretly, she still enjoyed the glory and wealth for more than ten years, but now the situation has changed. If she is to continue to maintain the status of the princess As for her identity, she was a little worried that the paper could not cover the fire, and if she was discovered, the consequences would be disastrous.

Her biological parents passed away one after another two years ago, and she has no one to care about in the world.

She couldn't sit still anymore, she got up and wanted to go outside to have a look, but was suddenly stopped by two maids.

"Ma'am, where are you going?"

"I'll just go for a walk."

"Ma'am, you have just entered the palace and haven't been formally canonized yet, so you stay here first, and it won't be too late to go out after the emperor marries you."

There are such rules?She was a little surprised. It turned out that in Rongqiang, she could go wherever she wanted.

"Two sisters, let me go out and have a look. I've been here all day."

She originally wanted to act like a good girl and let the two maids let her out, but the maids knelt down and said in a panic: "How dare you call your wife a sister, slave, you deserve to die."

"Huh? Get up quickly." Lu Yaoling was frightened by this kneeling, and quickly reached out to help them.Suddenly, the eunuch's shrill voice came from outside.

"Mrs. Pure is here." As soon as these words came out, all the eunuchs and maids in the bedroom stopped their work, went to the door and knelt down to wait, leaving only Lu Yaoling standing there at a loss.

A slender, elegant and calm woman in a fine attire walked in, she was taken aback when she saw Lu Yaoling who was standing stupidly, and then smiled in relief.

"You are Mrs. Yao who is waiting to be canonized?"

"Yes."

"Bold, why don't you salute quickly when you see Mrs. Chun?" The eunuch at the side reprimanded Lu Yaoling in a high-pitched voice, which made Lu Yaoling even more flustered.

"How should I salute?"

"Come on, little Li, she doesn't know any rules when she first entered the palace." Mrs. Chun didn't have too many scruples, she waved to the kneeling servants, and took Lu Yaoling's hand.

"Sister, my sudden visit did not cause you any inconvenience."

"No, welcome." She blinked her big eyes.

"How did you feel when you came to the palace for the first time?"

"I feel so much, the palace is very big and beautiful."

Mrs. Chun couldn't help laughing when she saw her innocence.She has been in the palace for four years, and she is used to intrigue, and it has been a long time since such a lovable child appeared.

"Sister, how many other concubines do you have besides you?"

"With you, there are five."

"That's all. I heard them say that the emperor enjoys three thousand beauties in the harem. Are you the queen?"

Speaking of the queen, Mrs. Chun was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "I am not a queen, the emperor has not yet conferred the title of queen."

"Why?" She was a little puzzled.

"Our harem concubines can't know about the emperor's affairs. Sister, once you enter the palace, it's as deep as the sea. My sister advises you, don't make enemies with anyone."

"Of course not, I want to be friends with other sisters."

Seeing her smiling like a flower, Mrs. Chun felt a lot of emotion in her heart, she only hoped that this pure white flower would not be tarnished too early.

The wedding day is scheduled for the day after tomorrow. To be honest, Lu Yaoling doesn't want to be bound by marriage prematurely, even if she has realized the dream of thousands of girls: marrying into the emperor's family.

But she was particularly longing for love, and it was the cardamom age. She usually looked at Lu Ze and Ling Yao as glue-like and sweet, and she also had some expectations for love.

On the eve of the wedding, she was taken to learn the tedious etiquette, put on a red dress and gold ornaments.Looking at herself from the bronze mirror, the girl's unique pure temperament can't be concealed even with rouge and powder, but it adds a little taste.

She had never felt that she was so good-looking, spinning and jumping in front of the bronze mirror of her height, not wanting to miss any part of her body.

"Ma'am, it's time." The maid said respectfully from the side.She had no choice but to put away her little joy, trying to recall the steps she had just learned, and thinking about the movements she should do at the wedding. She was inevitably nervous, but she also had a glimmer of expectation. She hadn't seen the emperor yet, it is said that He is young and handsome.

In the main hall, a young man in a yellow robe was facing her with his back. He was not as tall and straight as she imagined, but a little thinner. His long hair was tied behind his head, and he looked like a woman from the back.

This wedding has no relatives and friends, no civil and military officials, only a group of servants waiting quietly.

The pipa sounded, and the man turned around slowly.

Eyebrows like willow leaves, narrow and long hooked eyes, a straight nose bridge, fair skin, if you hold a feather fan, you must be a well-educated and elegant young man, but this face seems to be too delicate for a generation of emperors.

Lu Yaoling was a little dazed, the Rong Qiang man was rude, it was the first time she saw such a handsome man, and she forgot all the etiquette for a while.

The court lady who dragged her skirt couldn't help but reminded her aloud, and then she reacted, and awkwardly married him.

From the beginning to the end, her emperor's husband never said a word, so she became the emperor's woman inexplicably.