don't fight the general

Cui Wei didn't say much that day, but Yan Jing remembered every sentence firmly, and then he found that Cui Wei's words were always correct, for example, the autumn in Yunzhou City is indeed harder than the capital many.

Yunzhou City is located outside the Great Wall in the northwest, and it was originally sandy and windy, but in this season, the temperature plummeted, and the autumn wind was majestic, blowing on people's faces, like a knife, making people terrified.In addition, after the departure of the Northwest Garrison, Yan Jing suddenly lost the interest in going out, and simply locked herself in the room all day, and did not take a step outside the house.

The autumn wind is bleak, even if the doors and windows are closed, Yan Jing can still hear the howling wind outside. He glanced out of the window, his eyes fell on the charcoal basin beside the soft couch, his thin lips were tightly pressed, and the book in his hand could no longer be read. go in.

He was taken care of by someone in the mansion and he could still feel the bleakness of late autumn in the northwest. The man was in the vast desert, and he didn't know what kind of life he was living.

In fact, Yan Jing knows in his heart that what may be very difficult and hard work in the eyes of ordinary people may be nothing more than a piece of cake in Cui Wei's eyes. He has experienced all kinds of hardships and endured countless sufferings. Life and death are trivial matters.

But this is the first time for Yan Jing—his young man is strong and tenacious, but he still can't help but feel concerned and distressed.

The door was pushed open from the outside, and there was a soft sound, and the bitter cold wind took the opportunity to sneak into the room, interrupting Yan Jing's thoughts.He raised his thin eyelids and glanced at the door. Yinping had already closed the door, and raised the food box in his hand to Yan Jing: "Your Highness, the soup cooked in the kitchen is ready, drink a bowl to warm yourself Bar."

Yan Jing put down the book in his hand, got down from the soft couch, and stepped on the ground with bare feet, causing Yin Ping to scream: "Your Highness, why did you come down with bare feet like this?"

"Huh?" Yan Jing responded casually, pulled on the shoes next to her, and rubbed her forehead, "It's so warm in this room, there's no need to be so nervous."

"How can you not be nervous, you are fine with the cold." Yinping tidied up the soft couch and said, "No wonder Concubine Shu always said that this Yunzhou is not a good place. You have been ill for a long time. Eat. After taking the medicine for so many days, it was already healed, but that day you went out before dawn, and when you came back, it was even worse. After taking so many days, it was finally healed, so of course you have to pay attention."

Yan Jing sat down in front of the case after cleaning his hands, and glanced at him when he heard the words: "It's as if I'm so delicate, it's just a cold, there's no need to make a fuss." He lowered his eyes slightly, chuckled, "Besides, my cold has nothing to do with whether Yunzhou is a good place. Will I not get sick in the capital? Mother and concubine have never been to Yunzhou, so how do you know how good it is here?"

"The villain has stayed in Yunzhou City for more than half a year, but I don't think there is anything good about it." Yin Ping muttered in a low voice, and couldn't help but glance at Yan Jing, "However, if you have to say what is better than that?" If the capital is strong, His Highness is indeed in a much better mood since he came to Yunzhou, but it seems to have gotten worse recently."

Yan Jing smiled lightly when he heard his words, but did not respond.He lifted the lid of the soup pot, sniffed it lightly, and couldn't help but ask, "Is it mutton soup?"

"Yes, Your Highness," Yin Ping replied, "Drinking some mutton soup is a great tonic in this weather."

"Yeah," Yan Jing sighed softly, his eyes fell on the soup cup, and he said in a low voice, "I don't know if there is mutton soup in the army."

"Huh? What did you say, Your Highness?" Yin Ping couldn't help but asked without hearing clearly.

"Nothing," Yan Jing shook his head, "Is there any news about the Northwest Garrison in the city recently?"

"I haven't heard of it," Yinping turned around and found that His Royal Highness was staring at the soup cup in a daze. He couldn't help but said, "Your Highness, don't you have a good friendship with that young master? If you want to know the situation of the battle, write a letter and send it to , then the young master will not ignore you, will he?"

Yan Jing looked up at him, smiled for the last time, and shook his head slightly. He stirred the soup with a spoon a few times before taking a sip, his thoughts wandered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Yinping didn't get a response and got used to it. He packed his things, suddenly raised a book, and shook it at Yan Jing: "Your Highness, why have you been reading military books recently?"

"Why, I don't deserve to see it?"

Yinping scratched his head: "The villain is just curious, didn't you think this kind of thing was boring before, and you wouldn't even touch it?"

"Before?" Yan Jing drank half a bowl of soup, then lost interest, and followed Yinping's words, "Many things in the past are no longer the same as now."

Yin Ping tilted his head and thought for a while, finally nodded: "That's true." At this point, he suddenly clapped his hands, "By the way, although I haven't heard about the Northwest Garrison, I did hear about it today. One other thing, I have always been curious, why did Concubine Shu not tell Her Highness about such a big matter?"

"Some time ago, I wrote back to reject the marriage, which probably annoyed my concubine, and I didn't know what to do with me." Yan Jing lazily leaned back on the soft couch, "What a big deal, but I said Come and listen?"

"A few days ago, the Empress finally gave birth to a prince. His Majesty gave birth to a prince with great joy, and named him the word '玏'. Not to mention many awards, he also hosted a banquet in the Changqiu Hall to celebrate with all civil and military officials." Yin Ping said "The news spread all the way from the capital to Yunzhou, and some people said that His Majesty actually wanted to make this little prince a prince, but he just felt that it was not yet time. Maybe when Xuan Pinghou returned from Beiliang with a big victory, This can be settled.”

"This matter is so lively in the folks? It's really strange that the concubine mother didn't make any movement." Yan Jing shook her head lightly, "But it's a good thing that there is no movement. Something difficult to end."

Yinping raised his head, looked at Yan Jing's expression, and couldn't help saying: "Your Highness, are you not angry?"

"I'm going to be angry when I give birth to a son. Do you think I'm Yan Cong?" Yan Jing laughed, "Besides, wouldn't it be a good thing to have an extra brother?"

Yan Jing's eyes flickered slightly. For some reason, he suddenly remembered that when he was still sick, Cui Wei came over the wall, curled up beside him, his eyes were bright, and his eyes were full of expectation. I'm going to be an uncle, and I don't know if it's a boy or a girl," the tone reached here, and he was a little disappointed, "but I don't know when I will be able to return to the capital."

Yan Jing was not interested in this kind of thing at first, but she couldn't help but follow the boy's words and asked: "Then do you want a boy or a girl?"

Cui Wei shook his head, and thought about it seriously: "Actually, it's all right. Anyway, no matter if our Cui family is a boy or a girl, I can teach them the martial arts of riding and archery."

Yan Jing remembered that he was infected by the boy's tone at that time, so he didn't correct him that the child was actually surnamed Yan, born in the imperial city with many rules, many things were not so easy.

Now that he is a boy, regardless of other things, if Cui Wei wants to teach him riding and archery skills, it will be much easier to achieve.Yan Jing can predict that if the boy receives this news, he will be very happy.

His thoughts turned here, he couldn't help curling his lips, and suddenly said to Yinping: "I remember, is there a temple outside Yunzhou City that is said to be very spiritual?"

"Well, it seems that there is such a one, the people in the city often go to pray, and the incense is very strong."

"That's it," Yan Jing raised his eyebrows, thought for a while, and said, "Isn't there a jade pendant I got a while ago in the box on my desk, take it to that temple, ask the abbot to consecrate it, and then find A reliable person quietly sent it to the Cui Mansion in the capital city, saying that it was a congratulatory gift for his unborn nephew prepared by his Lord Marquis before he set off on the expedition, and asked them to send it to the palace by themselves."

Yinping was stunned for a long time before he fully understood Yan Jing's words: "Your Highness, what do you mean, you want to send a congratulatory gift to the third prince for the young master?"

"Well," Yan Jing replied briefly, "Why not?"

"But that jade pendant was bought by you at a high price, Your Highness, so I just gave it away..."

"It was originally meant to be given to him, so it's no big deal to give it to him." Yan Jing yawned, "Let's do it while it's still early, I want to take a nap."

Yinping bit his lip, swallowed back the surprise in his heart, turned around and went to look for the jade pendant on the desk, but before he found it, someone knocked on the door from outside, Yan Jing turned over on the couch, lazily Asked: "What's the matter?"

"Your Highness, a letter from the capital."

Yan Jing glanced at Yinping, and smiled softly: "I said that the concubine mother is not someone who can hold back, go ahead, bring the letter, and see what the concubine mother will say about the empress again this time."

Yinping hurriedly went to get the letter, Yan Jing sat up again from the couch, wearing a messy coat, and yawned again before opening the letter, however, after a few casual glances, Yan Jing's complexion changed, his brows were tightly locked, and after a long time, he let out a long sigh.

Yin Ping had a bad heart, and said cautiously: "Your Highness, what happened?"

Yan Jing closed his eyes slightly, and then shook his head lightly: "I thought that when I came to Yunzhou and left the capital, I could avoid the grievances and disputes in the capital, but I still took it for granted." He looked up at Yinping, "Go and clean up Prepare your bags and horses, the king will set off for the capital tomorrow."

"Back to the capital?" Yinping was extremely surprised, "Why do you want to return to the capital at this time? It can't be to celebrate the empress's birth of a prince, right?"

"If it's that simple, it would be fine." Yan Jing folded the letter slowly, and said lightly, "My mother and concubine said that my father and emperor have been avoiding the court for many days. She asked someone to inquire and found out that she was ill. , and it probably won't last long."