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A cloud drifted over, gently covering the moon, revealing a faint glow. The earth was caged into the darkness, and it seemed that something was broken in an instant, and then scattered all over the place. With the sudden wind, there was a trace of the wind drifting to the corner of the sea.
Xuan Mo nodded and said in the dark: "Subordinates obey."
Nalan Hongye was silent for a moment and suddenly said: "Notify Simayan, reorganize the three armies, and be ready to cooperate with Yanbei and send troops to the summer."
The man in the darkness suddenly looked up, his eyes fixed on her, with a bit of shock, and it seemed unbelievable.
Nalan Hongye breathed calmly. It seemed that he did not notice his emotional fluctuations. Instead, he said calmly: "Xuan Mo, the East China Sea has a rogue invasion. This time, it is up to you to defend Dongjiang for me."
For a time, the white tower was silent, and Xuan ink was tall and straight, like a poplar. He looked at her so much, his eyes crossed the veins of the past ten years, and finally condensed into the silent silence at the moment.
Juvenile playmate, he used her prince Shizi to be her personal guard, watching her young and innocent, delicate and beautiful.
The emperor died, and he squatted in front of his father three days and three nights, and painstakingly persuaded his father to give up the idea of rebelling against the squatting position, and then assisted her with the young and the princess.
For many years, he has been standing behind her, obeying all her orders, being her most loyal courtier and the most trustworthy, even if she was ordered to marry a woman of a powerful minister, she did not refute.
Nowadays, the emperor is in danger, and the Great Song Dynasty is worried. Yanbei Iron is riding, but at this time, she is going to put him in the East China Sea.
However, just for a moment, he figured out the joints. His gaze gradually calmed down, and he resumed his usual appearance. Calm and calm, he bent down and said, "The minister is obeying."
For a moment, the heart of Nalan's red leaves was hovering until he quietly bent his knees until he said in his usual calm voice that "the micro minister obeyed", and she suddenly loosened the clenched fist. She turned back, the unparalleled face and the picturesque, the corner of her eyes painted with gold powder, with the dazzling and dignified. She felt it necessary to explain one sentence and said: "There must be a fierce battle between Yanbei and Daxia. The battlefield is so fierce. You are the only person I can believe. I don't want to see you have three long and two short."
Xuan Mo still bowed his head and said calmly: "Wei Chen understands."
Nalan Hongye took a deep breath and chuckled and said, "Okay, get up, you and me, don't have to be polite."
Xuan Mo did not get up, squatting there, the moonlight like silver, the faint crow fluttering wings across the silent sky. The night wind blew through his robes embroidered with nine songs and dragons. The pattern of the extreme person is like a knife with a cold face, which is in his hand and can hurt people and hurt himself.
He slowly took out a few things from his arms, one by one on the white jade steps.
Nalan Hongye saw a wrinkle and wanted to talk, but she listened to Xuanmo quietly saying: "When the minister goes, I don't know what day to return. The military power of the Jingjun army and the Xuanzi army will be returned to His Royal Highness."She immediately wanted to quit, but when her eyes touched the two tokens, she was slightly stunned. This Gyeonggi Army originally belonged to the Ministry of War. When she and Xuan Mo jointly defeated the Shangshu Shangshu, they gathered the Gyeonggi Army in the bag. They have been led by Xuan Mo over the years. As for the Xuan Zijun, it is the pro of Xuan Mo. The Guards, with strong fighting power, can be regarded as the first-class army of Huai Song. The ghost made the difference, she actually came forward, smiled and raised Xuan Mo, said: "Well, I will collect it for you first, and when you come back, I will return it to you."
Xuan ink is tall and straight, standing in front of Nalan, taller than her. His narrow eyes are like a cold lake, so she looks at her quietly, without disrespect, but also a bit bold.
Nalan's red leaves are tilted to the head, and the pointed chin has a soft curvature. She smiles at him, her eyes are stunned, and there is a wave of light.
"Tai Ping Wang has already defected, but Jin Jiang Wang and others are not idle generations. After the Wei Chen left, His Royal Highness must be self-respecting."
Nalan Hongye smiled and said: "Xuan Mo, how many years have you known me? I am not worried about it?"
Xuan Mo hangs his head: "Your Majesty is a wizard, and the minister has lost his words."
"Well, you don't have to be polite, you and I have known each other for many years, all the way to support, and the monarchs are also friends. I promise you, no matter what fate he will face in the Song Dynasty, as long as I have one day, I will give you the Xuan Wangfu Manmenrong. Pet."
The night dew slowly climbed the cloak and wet the dragon's claws. Xuan Mo said, "Thank you for your Highness. It’s late at night. If nothing happens, Wei Chen will leave."
Nalan Hong Yeben still wants to marry him a few words, but the words come here, but I don't know what to say. She nodded and said: "The night is black, let the next person hit a lantern."
"Yes, the minister has remembered."
After all, Xuan Mo gave her a gift and turned and walked toward the ramp. Moonlight passes through the lattice on the channel, and a white mark is sprinkled. The black ink is straight and straight, and the footsteps are steady, step by step in the light and shadow. A long time later, he finally got off the white tower, walked on the big square, the night was like a thick fog, wrapped his figure in it, Nalan red leaves stood on the tower and only saw a vague shadow.
The night wind was very big, blowing her hair, she stood so, like a white jade statue, has not moved half a minute.
She remembered the pirates in the East China Sea when she was very young. Her father personally led the army. At that time, the empire was strong, the troops were sufficient, and the sea was full of wealth. She did not understand how to guard such an army. Why did the father and the emperor go to the battlefield personally? She took the father's sleeves and asked confusedly: Father, why do you want to go out in person?
At that moment, the eyes of the father were like vast oceans, and people could not see the margin at a glance. He patted her head in a pampering manner and said calmly: "There is no reason. Some things, if you don't take it, no one will bear it."
At that time, she did not understand the words of the father, but now she suddenly understood.
In this world, everyone has their own helplessness, and everyone has their own compulsion.Her carelessness made the party's feathers of Taiping King a hand, and poisoned the deaf little emperor. This poor child is not only a scorpion, but also has been poisoned for a long time. Once the emperor died, Huai Song must be in chaos, and Jinjiang Wang, Huai'an Wang and others were all eager to move. At that time, her Nalan vein would be between heaven and earth.
She is not reconciled. Over the years, she has worked hard to deal with the political affairs, and she has devoted herself to assisting the young master. The royal family members are looking forward to her death every day. Is her ancestors fighting for the sand, is it to make a wedding dress for others? She has been working hard for many years, how can she let Jiangshan sever in the hands of those scum?
The trend of Yanbei's dominance has become a foregone conclusion. In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, there was a chaos in the Song Dynasty, and the big summer was even more confusing. At this time, instead of waiting for Qinger to die, handing Jiangshan to those who are preoccupied with the royal family, it is better to use Jiangshan as a capital, in exchange for the peace of the Huai Song people and the preservation of her Nalan. After all, she also has a seriously ill mother, her nephew has three young daughters, and a group of loyal veterans who are loyal to the royal family...
It is better to promise his proposal. In this way, Nalan’s honor will not be reduced. The two countries will form an alliance and plan for a great cause. They will be able to fulfill her ambitions. What's more, this wish is not what she expected for many years?
The Nine Gates opened wide, and the figure of Xuan Mo gradually disappeared into the boundless darkness.
She suddenly felt a little flustered, as if something had left, dissipated in the lacquered night, quietly disappeared.
For sending Xuan Mo to Dongjiang, she is helpless. The mood in the army against this war is too great. If you don't use the power of the Thunder, it is hard to shock, and Xuan Mo is a generous, difficult to complete this task. If he is there, he will only slap Simayan, so that he can't clean up the whole army and cooperate with Yanbei.
What's more, the rebellion of the Taiping King also made her see the importance of military power. The prestige of Xuan Mo in the army is far from what she can compare. In the world of peace, she can still control him by relying on the power of the ruling and opposition. Now the situation is so chaotic, she has to guard against it.
I hope he will not blame her.
On the empty Imperial Road, Xuan Mo walked quietly. His personal attendant Jiang Wu carefully followed one side, and the carriage left behind, making a sound of screaming.
The princess trusts Xuan Wang, so Xuan Wangfu is very close to the palace. Before he came to the government, he saw a few lanterns in front of the door. It was all red and warm, so people could see it.
"Wang Ye is back." Wang Yuyu, a white dress in the moon, looks elegant and bleak under the light. She took the lantern in the hands of Xuan Mo and asked strangely, "Why did the prince carry a lantern that was not lit?"
Xuan Mo glimpsed a little, looked down, and saw that the Yubai Palace lights did not ignite. The thin jade enamel looked like a glass under other lights, as if it were touched, it would be broken.
He whispered: "Forgot."
After all, he should go to the palace first.
Yushu took a cloak and tried to put it on his shoulder. He accidentally touched his hand and could not help but exclaimed: "How is the hand of Wang Ye so ice?"Xuan Mo did not care about the earth: "Nothing." He said, walking straight in the direction of the study.
Yushu stood in the same place and watched his back disappear into the garden with a few twists. The soft white cloak was held in the hand by the eucalyptus tree, like a kite, blown by the wind, and raised in a fluttering manner.
"Wang Hao?" Standing close to the side, a little embarrassed, whispered, "The wind is big at night, go back to the house first."
Yushu nodded very slowly, and then turned around, and it was a gentle look. The smile said shallowly: "Wang Ye must be hungry so late, you go to the kitchen and tell the cook to make a few light dishes."
丫鬟 helplessly said: "Yes, slaves go here. Wang Hao is still going to rest early, you are not good, can not stay up late."
Yushu did not answer, but urged: "You are going."
When I went, Yushu looked back and saw the candlelight lit up in the study room on the cloister. A very thin figure stood in front of the window, and the light and shadow flickered.
Yushu looked at it and suddenly smiled. She picked up her mouth and took a few cockroaches to the tea room, where she had a few boxes of good tea and could give him a try later.
In the study room, Xuan Mo spreads a good Lanling rice paper, and the brush is full of ink, but the pen is hanging, and there is no pen writing for a long time.
With a bang, a drop of ink fell, and a large dot of ink fainted on the rice paper, but he did not notice what he was thinking.
Jiang Wu stood by and said carefully: "Wang Ye, will you change a piece of paper for you?"
Xuan ink looked down and looked at the paper and then threw it on the floor.
Jiang Wu couldn't help but shrink his neck. He has been waiting for Xuan Mo for seven or eight years, and he knows the temper of the boy who is indifferent to color. Seeing him like this, I know that his mood at the moment must be very, very bad.
After Xuan ink threw the paper, he pulled another piece of paper, stared at the blank rice paper and looked at it for a while, bowed his head and began to write.
He wrote very fast, just for a moment, he wrote a large article, and then handed it to Jiang Wu, saying: "Ming Er was sent to the Ministry of Rites in the morning and handed it to the adults, let him send people to Bailuguan. Hand in hand
Give Yan Yan. ”
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