I don't think I'll survive this year

Inside Kunde Hall.

"How?" Ji Huaizhi stared at the hand on Zhao Yuan's wrist, with a serious expression on his face.

The imperial physician who was taking the pulse was affected by the solemn atmosphere in the hall, a little sweat leaked from his forehead, but he didn't dare to raise his sleeve to wipe it off, so he concentrated his mind on the pulse on his wrist to avoid the heavy pressure.

After a while, he withdrew his hands and saluted Ji Huaizhi and Zhao Yuan: "Reporting to Your Majesty and Empress, it is indeed a happy pulse, and it should have been two months."

Although he had guessed a bit earlier, when he heard the imperial physician say this, Ji Huaizhi's face was still blank for a moment, and it took a long time before he realized it, grinning and saying: "Reward!"

After this sentence, the atmosphere in the entire Kunde Hall became relaxed.Ji Huai turned his head to look at Zhao Yuan, but saw that she had burst into tears at some point.

He was stunned for a moment, and the joy on his face subsided a little, revealing a bit of guilt, he stepped forward a few steps, and gently embraced her.

Seeing this, everyone in the Kunde Hall also tiptoed back down. Not long after, the entire hall was empty, leaving only the two embracing each other.

After a while of silence, Ji Huaizhi spoke first, "...I'm sorry for making you suffer." Because she didn't want to accept the concubine, how much pressure Zhao Yuan endured as a queen can be imagined.

Zhao Yuan shook her head vigorously in his arms, stretched her arms around Ji Huaizhi's waist, pulled out a few folds with her fingertips, and choked up, "Chenqie...not bitter...not at all...no... "

On the contrary, there should be no happier and luckier woman in the world than her.

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Regardless of his life, Ji Huaizhi has no special feelings for children.Zhao Yuan was not able to conceive for a long time, Ji Huaizhi was quite open after confirming that it was not a physical problem between the two of them.

However, at the moment when she learned that Zhao Yuan was really pregnant, a wonderful feeling rose from the bottom of her heart: In a few months, such a child connected with his blood would be born in the world—just thinking about it , I couldn't restrain some joy from the bottom of my heart.

This state of inexplicable joy and smirking at every turn lasted until the spring of the second year.

……

In February of the eighth year of Shaode, the Duke of South Korea died.

——It was Yang Wentong's grandmother who died.

For the memorial service that day, Ji Huaizhi personally went to the South Korean government to pay homage.The Duke's Mansion already had an extraordinary status, and with the presence of the Holy Majesty, the ceremony was even more grand.

Among the mourning crowd, Ji Huaizhi saw Yang Wentong with a dazed expression.The pain of losing a loved one cannot be comforted by others, and Ji Huaizhi didn't know how to speak, so in the end he just patted him on the shoulder and murmured, "My condolences."

Yang Wentong's somewhat out-of-focus eyes converged again and landed on Ji Huaizhi, his lips moved, but he didn't make a sound, but shook his head slightly at Ji Huaizhi.

Ji Huaizhi knew that this was to save himself from worrying.

……

The time of offering sacrifices was the busiest time for a mansion, so Ji Huaizhi didn't stay in the Duke's mansion too much, and after the offering, he said goodbye and left.

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A few days later, in the suburbs of the capital.

Ji Huaizhi stood quietly on a high ground, looking down at the people coming and going at the city gate.

Not long after, the hearse car from the South Korean government slowly drove out of the city gate, but unexpectedly, Ji Huai didn't see Yang Wentong nearby.

"I guess you will come here." A somewhat hoarse voice came from behind.

Ji Huai followed the sound and turned around, only to see Yang Wentong standing behind him at some point.

He seemed to be thinner than on the day of the funeral, but he was in better spirits, at least he could barely smile, although that smile was uglier than crying.

Ji Huai sized him up, and finally raised his hand to hold his shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Take care."

It was Yang Wentong's grandmother who died. According to regulations, Yang Wentong didn't have to rush back to Ding You, his hometown, but...after all, he was brought up by his grandmother. There is nothing wrong with it.

Yang Wentong tilted his head, glanced at the hand on his shoulder, took a quick step forward, and embraced Ji Huaizhi.

Ji Huai was stunned for a moment, and suddenly felt some dampness on his shoulders and neck.

This is... crying?

The two had known each other for more than ten years, and this was the first time he cried when he met Yang Wentong.Ji Huaizhi was at a loss for a while and then stretched out his hand tentatively, patting Yang Wentong's back gently like comforting a child.

"Take care too." The voice next to his ear was still hoarse, after this sentence, Yang Wentong let go of Ji Huaizhi.

His eyes were slightly red, but his expression was a little relaxed, and he took another deep look at Ji Huaizhi before turning around and leaving.

Ji Huai stared at his back for a while, then sighed suddenly——

Dear...

He raised his head slightly, squinting at the wandering white clouds.He thought of his father, the deep sorrow faded away, and what remained was deep regret—if, if he had given a little more sincerity back then...

I want to make up for the regrets of the past, but that person is already gone.

Ji Huaizhi had a rare deep thought, but it didn't last long.A gust of wind blew over, bringing with it the scent of an unknown wild flower. Ji Huai sniffed and couldn't help but sneezed loudly.

After a moment of blank mind, the sudden inexplicable emotion just now was also left behind, he raised his hand, beckoning Zhang Shu to go back to the palace.

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Oak Palace.

Ta Buyan's face was full of smiles, and her facial features, which were already profound, were bewitchingly gorgeous because of her smile. She turned her head to look at Li Wang, "God is helping us...Your Highness, this is a rare one." good time."

Li Wang pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly.

With Yang Wentong in Beijing, he still has some scruples: If the court and King An confront each other, who knows if this person will chop melons and chop vegetables to clean up the rebels just like he did with Chi Di back then.

What's more, he thought of Ji Huaizhi's actions in the court hall last winter - if it was delayed any longer, it would be even more difficult to handle the matter when the court's inner heart was stabilized.

A good general who defends against the enemy, a virtuous minister who comforts the people... His nephew is really lucky!

Seeing Li Wang nodding, Ta Buyan said with a bit of joy in his tone, "I'm going to write a letter with brother!" After finishing speaking, he hurried out without waiting for Li Wang to respond.

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One month later, Jizhou.

The grassland stretches as far as the eye can see, green and blue meet, the boundary between heaven and earth is so clear yet so blurred, and the meandering river that runs through it is also the same blue as the sky, as if flowing down from the sky.

There are two black spots, one large and one small, on the bank of the river. Looking closer, it turns out that there is one person and one rider.

The man was lowering his head to draw water by the river, while the brown steed beside him was not tied up, but just strolled beside its master, not far away.

Suddenly, the man who was drawing water raised his head, revealing a handsome face. It was Li Gou, King An's personal guard and the recently-appointed General of Xuanwu by the imperial court.

Li Gou squinted his eyes, and looked at the dividing line where the sky and the earth meet from a distance. There was obviously nothing abnormal there, but he seemed to see something, his eyes suddenly turned cold and sharp, and he rested on the water bag She tapped her index finger six times, and suddenly the corners of her lips raised, revealing a mocking sneer.

He stood up, and the steed beside him seemed to have a tacit understanding with his master and slowly approached.

He stretched out his hand to stroke the horse's mane, stepped into the stirrup with his left foot, and supported it with his right hand. After a moment of distraction, he was already sitting on the horse, holding a longbow in his hand.He took out an arrow from the quiver on the right, put it on the string, and slowly pulled it away.

A few black dots appeared in the distance, and there were six in detail. At this moment, the bowstring in Li Gou's hand was already full, and as soon as he let go of his fingers, the arrows on the string flew away at a speed of So fast, it almost sent out a piercing scream.

Li Gou didn't pause for a moment, he took out another arrow and put it on the bowstring.

……

Just as the small group of Chidi climbed up a high slope, an arrow shot through the air, and the leader fell from the horse without making a sound.

The remaining five people were at a loss for a moment, subconsciously reined in their horses, and searched for the arrow, but in their short reaction time, the second arrow shot through the air, and another person fell down. .

Silent panic enveloped the remaining four people, but after realizing that there was only one person in the other party, they finally calmed down a little.Cursing and cursing, he drove his horse towards that person, and pointed the bow and arrow in his hand at that person.

Li Gou was aimed at by four people, but he didn't have the slightest intention of avoiding it. He still stood firmly on the spot, continued to draw the bowstring, and charged his third arrow, but the mocking smile on his lips deepened.

Sure enough, the four arrows flying towards him slowed down as if they were exhausted when they were still some distance away from him, and finally fell slowly near him; and the third arrow he shot, Another person's throat was pierced.

The faces of the remaining three were a little blue, and they looked at each other, and one of them turned around and ran back under the cover of the remaining two.

Li Gou raised his eyebrows, but the rest of the two rushed over quickly, so he couldn't help thinking about it.As soon as he pulled the rein, he drove the horse towards the side and opened the distance again.

Due to the huge difference in the range of the two longbows, it took Li Gou no effort to deal with the two.

But the person who left had long since disappeared. Chi Di didn't have any tradition of self-sacrifice, and he was afraid that the person was carrying something.

Li Gou looked around, and after a short while, he picked a direction and rode his horse to chase after him—one has done a lot of pursuits, and one has some experience.

Although his horse is not as good as His Highness's "Xiao Jing" and Ren Jiaobai's "White Rabbit", it is still a rare good horse.Therefore, it didn't take long before he saw the man who had just escaped under cover from a distance.

Bow and arrow...

After a while, Li Gou found a letter from the corpse.Just seeing the six characters [Wen Xian Shan Yu Tai Qi] on the envelope, his calm face suddenly tightened, and his expression was very ugly.After checking the sealing seal, his face was even more gloomy, almost dripping water.

The handwriting is His Highness King An's handwriting, and the seal is also His Highness's seal... exactly.

But he has followed His Highness for many years, so he naturally knows that His Highness is definitely not the kind of person who has an affair with foreign enemies.What about this letter?

——Someone must be playing tricks!

Li Gou suddenly remembered the question that Yang Wentong came to Jizhou suddenly four years ago... Although it turned out to be the prefect's mistake, was it really an accident?

The more he thought about it, the colder his heart became, he put the deformed letter in his hand into his arms, got on his horse, and ran towards the palace again.

The galloping horse under his seat made it difficult for people to breathe. Li Gou recalled a scene several years ago in a trance: that should be a Hun nobleman, but at that time he was already scarred, and several arrows pierced into him. There are still many knife wounds on his body that are bleeding.He was so badly injured that his eyes were not clear, but he still stared at them, and shouted at them in unproficient Mandarin: "The cunning rabbit is dead, the lackey is cooking. You..."

A stray arrow ended his life, and Ren Jiaobai's teasing voice came from beside him, "The official words are not bad!"

But the phrase "the cunning rabbit dies, the running dog cooks" with some exotic accents echoed in his mind from time to time like a curse.