Chapter 95
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Late autumn cold night, White Dew into frost.
Xiao Xiu walked on the wooden corridor. He rubbed his hands and put them on his mouth to breathe out a white mist.
"It's really cold at night." He said.
The whole mansion was quiet. Most of the people had already fallen asleep. Only the study where my husband was was was still brightly lit.
Xiao xiustraddled the door and gave Zhang Fu a warm eight treasures tea. Then she put a brazier in it and added some silver frost carbon.
Zhang Fu buried himself in the documents, and said without raising his head, "you have a rest first. I don't need to be served here."
"I'll be with you, sir." Xiao Xiu put a chair on the other side of the desk and sat opposite Zhang Fu.
Twist the manuscript of Mo, copied to grind a pen to help him.
"Look at this." Zhang Fu didn't talk much either, and handed out a page of letter across the table.
"The battle of the army and the bandits" by Lord Zhou? My Lord has made up his mind to wage a full-scale war with the dog army? " Xiao Xiu was a little surprised.
Zhang Fu's men kept on writing and talking: "yes, I'm afraid that moqiao Sheng has led the army and started from Zhengzhou. We're going to have a big war. It's a pity that time is too short. I had hoped to have another two years to prepare for us. "
"Since the enemy is not willing to leave us time, we have been bullied to the door. We can only fight. " Zhang Fu kept writing, "attack is the best defense, the decision of the Lord is right, I support her."
Looking at the letter in her hand, Xiao Xiu showed a worried look: "is Mr. Zhou going to be an envoy in person? But his legs... "
Zhang Fu raised his hand and pasted the brush on the inkstone: "although Zixi's legs are useless, his heart is stronger than most people. You don't have to worry about him."
"But since even Zixi has worked so hard, I can't be lazy. I'm afraid I'll be very busy for a while. " He took a look at the opposite Xiao Xiu, "we will be very busy."
"Yes." Xiao Xiu lowered her head and carefully copied the documents in her hand.
He thought silently in his head.
This is a good year. The population of Bianjing, Qixian and Zhongmou increased sharply, and the National Treasury's income was very abundant.
We have just won a battle in the state of song and got new land and a lot of reparations.
Xiao Xiu unconsciously began to imitate Zhang Fu's thinking.
He thought about what he needed to think about at this time?
There is going to be a war in front of us. What we have to do is to provide sufficient food and pay for the soldiers on the front line.
We also need to step up the training of new recruits, so that when the war needs, we can provide a steady stream of reinforcements.
In addition, it was not long before Bianjing became the new capital, and all kinds of wastes were waiting for prosperity.
There are so many things Mr. Wang has to do. I'll try my best to help him, Xiao Xiu thought.
Zhang Fu seemed to know what Xiao Xiu was thinking. He asked, "besides armaments and food, do you know what is the most important thing for us now?"
"Is there anything more important than these two things?" Xiao Xiu thought for a moment, and then responded, "what you said is "Wei Guo?"
"It's good to think of Wei." Zhang Fu looked up at him and nodded approvingly,
"Yao Hong of the state of Wei has been coveting Bianjing for a long time. Their navy is very powerful. It only takes a few days for us to guard against them from shunjishui of onozawa to Huangchi near Bianjing, so as to prevent them from fishing in troubled waters. In addition, the state of song has just been defeated by us. Even if their monarchs are cowardly, they must be unwilling. We must not be careless. "
"Sir, I think of one thing when I mention it." Xiao Xiu raised his head, "the proton sent by the state of Wei to our country met with an assassin today. Thanks to the effective guard, he was not hurt."
"Assassin?" Zhang Fu frowned, "a ten-year-old is worth sending assassins. Send him more guards and don't let him have an accident in the territory of Jin. "
In Zhengzhou,
Yao Tianxiang yawns and looks at Cheng Qianye, who is busy with government affairs.
"I thought you would be free to accompany me, but I didn't expect that you were still so busy."
Cheng Chiba laughed: "don't complain, do something for me. I'll be busy for a while. After Shenshi, we'll go to Zhengzhou. Take a good look at the people's livelihood of this city. "
Yao Tianxiang was happy. He rolled up his sleeve to show his wrist. He took a pen from the pen holder and dipped it in ink. "OK, what do you want me to do?"
"By the way, take a look at this first." Cheng Qianye rubbed his shoulder, turned out a letter from a pile of letters and handed it to Yao Tianxiang, "your nephew, who lives in bianzhou, was assassinated. What's the matter with you?"
Yao Tianxiang took the letter, frowned and looked at it for a moment, then snorted coldly: "these villains are very good at doing these dirty things because they can't do their business well."
Cheng Chiba can't help thinking of that timid and weak little boy.Living in such an environment every day, it's no wonder to develop the appearance of timidity.
"He's only ten years old. He's been sent to the state of Jin as a proton. Is there anyone who refuses to let him go?" Cheng Qianye is puzzled.
Yao Tianxiang looked at Cheng Chiba strangely, "what's wrong with this? Your half brother was different at the beginning... "
She coughed and didn't say anything. She thought that if your brother hadn't been killed by your brother, we wouldn't have known each other.
"My nephews, together with their respective mothers, are fighting fiercely. Yao Shun ranked the third in the list, which was not very impressive. When you came to the state of Jin to be a proton, you not only didn't embarrass him, but also invited him to go to school with the Royal Children of the state of Jin. No, it has aroused the envy of those narrow-minded people. "
Cheng Chiba shakes his head and begins to celebrate that his harem is relatively simple, and there is only one heir. He doesn't have to worry about this kind of thing.
After the time application.
The streets and alleys in Zhengzhou are becoming more and more lively.
It gets dark early in autumn, and it will be completely dark in more than an hour.
As a result, the most crowded time for soldiers to come home from the barracks was the end of the training.
The street began to set up a variety of steaming food stalls. The stall owners warmly welcomed the passing guests. When the people working everywhere finished their work, some would sit down on these stalls to deal with one mouthful and make a late meal.
The peddler, the entertainer Lao he, is next to the road, shouting, sticking to the field. One voice after another mixed in the fragrance of food, full of the breath of life.
Zhengzhou was once occupied for a long time by the famous mountains of gourong people.
However, it is still rich in people's livelihood, and does not show the fear and desolation of being ruled by other races.
In contrast, the capital city of Hourong that Cheng Qianye has been to is not as comfortable and rich as here.
For most people, they don't care who the ruler is. As long as the king above doesn't exploit cruelly, doesn't fight wantonly, and provides a stable environment, they can live well by themselves.
Cheng Qianye takes Yao Tianxiang by the hand, wears casual clothes, eats snacks and buys groceries all the way.
A rare moment of leisure makes her relaxed and comfortable.
Cheng Feng and a Jia are escorting each other with several attendants.
There is a teahouse not far away. The sound of silk and bamboo comes from it.
"I haven't been to the opera for a long time, Tianxiang. Let's sit down for a while."
They entered the teahouse and sat in the elegant room on the second floor.
It is said that the elegant room is actually separated by two and a half person high low screens, but it is better to have ventilation and windows than to be crowded with a large number of people on the first floor.
The performance in the teahouse is not as good as the skills of the advocators in the palace of the Wei state, who were usurped and raised by the nobles.
Yao Tianxiang recalled the days when she was a princess of the state of Wei. At that time, she was like a canary in a cage. She had nothing to do all day long. Her whole life was to listen to opera or go out for fun or to have a picnic.
Boring repetition of the same day, waiting for his father or brother to decide her life, like a chip, to marry a husband in exchange for the greatest interests.
And then continue to live another boring and repetitive life. Or indulge in intrigue, just for a man's favor.
When did her life become so busy?
Even the time to listen to such a bad song has become very little.
She is now the imperial concubine of the Marquis of Jin and Yue. Chiba is very kind to her. She could have lived a leisurely life. But she just wants to make herself so busy, busy and full, every day is very interesting.
Yao Tianxiang is next to Cheng Qianye, drinking tea and beating time.
Cheng Qianye sits by the window and looks at the street view. All kinds of pedestrians come and go, and people's livelihood is mixed in the detailed singing.
A middle-aged man selling dry goods squatted across the street, just facing the window.
He was a small man with a bent back and a hat on his head. His face was not impressive at all.
He raised his hat and looked at the window intentionally or unintentionally.
On that one eye, let Cheng Chiba fiercely pull tight hand.
"What's the matter?" Yao Tianxiang asked casually, his eyes still on the stage downstairs.
Cheng Qianye gently squeezed her hand: "Tianxiang, don't look back, listen to me."
Yao Tianxiang gave a pause. On the surface, she still focused on watching the play, as if she didn't hear it, but with a little force in her hand, she responded to Cheng Chiba.
Cheng Qianye raised his tea cup and said in a low voice, "we may have met an assassin."
Yao Tianxiang was silent. She looked at the stage downstairs, but her white fingers reached into the tea cup, dipped in the tea, and wrote three words on the table: "assassin."The man who sold the dry goods pressed the hat on his head. He was in a state of consternation.
It took them a long time to find out that Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jin and Yue dynasties, was indeed a royal son who had never practiced martial arts and grew up with respect.
But just now, he just looked at the Jinyue waiting by the window. Why did he have the feeling of being seen through.
He raised his eyes and looked up through the gaps in his hat.
Jin Yue Hou, who is on a micro trip, is leaning leisurely by the window, holding a cup of tea and tasting tea in an orderly way. He doesn't ask the bodyguard or even talk to the lady around him.
It should be an illusion. He can't see through me at a glance, the man thought to himself. Put your heart down.
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Late autumn cold night, White Dew into frost.
Xiao Xiu walked on the wooden corridor. He rubbed his hands and put them on his mouth to breathe out a white mist.
"It's really cold at night." He said.
The whole mansion was quiet. Most of the people had already fallen asleep. Only the study where my husband was was was still brightly lit.
Xiao xiustraddled the door and gave Zhang Fu a warm eight treasures tea. Then she put a brazier in it and added some silver frost carbon.
Zhang Fu buried himself in the documents, and said without raising his head, "you have a rest first. I don't need to be served here."
"I'll be with you, sir." Xiao Xiu put a chair on the other side of the desk and sat opposite Zhang Fu.
Twist the manuscript of Mo, copied to grind a pen to help him.
"Look at this." Zhang Fu didn't talk much either, and handed out a page of letter across the table.
"The battle of the army and the bandits" by Lord Zhou? My Lord has made up his mind to wage a full-scale war with the dog army? " Xiao Xiu was a little surprised.
Zhang Fu's men kept on writing and talking: "yes, I'm afraid that moqiao Sheng has led the army and started from Zhengzhou. We're going to have a big war. It's a pity that time is too short. I had hoped to have another two years to prepare for us. "
"Since the enemy is not willing to leave us time, we have been bullied to the door. We can only fight. " Zhang Fu kept writing, "attack is the best defense, the decision of the Lord is right, I support her."
Looking at the letter in her hand, Xiao Xiu showed a worried look: "is Mr. Zhou going to be an envoy in person? But his legs... "
Zhang Fu raised his hand and pasted the brush on the inkstone: "although Zixi's legs are useless, his heart is stronger than most people. You don't have to worry about him."
"But since even Zixi has worked so hard, I can't be lazy. I'm afraid I'll be very busy for a while. " He took a look at the opposite Xiao Xiu, "we will be very busy."
"Yes." Xiao Xiu lowered her head and carefully copied the documents in her hand.
He thought silently in his head.
This is a good year. The population of Bianjing, Qixian and Zhongmou increased sharply, and the National Treasury's income was very abundant.
We have just won a battle in the state of song and got new land and a lot of reparations.
Xiao Xiu unconsciously began to imitate Zhang Fu's thinking.
He thought about what he needed to think about at this time?
There is going to be a war in front of us. What we have to do is to provide sufficient food and pay for the soldiers on the front line.
We also need to step up the training of new recruits, so that when the war needs, we can provide a steady stream of reinforcements.
In addition, it was not long before Bianjing became the new capital, and all kinds of wastes were waiting for prosperity.
There are so many things Mr. Wang has to do. I'll try my best to help him, Xiao Xiu thought.
Zhang Fu seemed to know what Xiao Xiu was thinking. He asked, "besides armaments and food, do you know what is the most important thing for us now?"
"Is there anything more important than these two things?" Xiao Xiu thought for a moment, and then responded, "what you said is "Wei Guo?"
"It's good to think of Wei." Zhang Fu looked up at him and nodded approvingly,
"Yao Hong of the state of Wei has been coveting Bianjing for a long time. Their navy is very powerful. It only takes a few days for us to guard against them from shunjishui of onozawa to Huangchi near Bianjing, so as to prevent them from fishing in troubled waters. In addition, the state of song has just been defeated by us. Even if their monarchs are cowardly, they must be unwilling. We must not be careless. "
"Sir, I think of one thing when I mention it." Xiao Xiu raised his head, "the proton sent by the state of Wei to our country met with an assassin today. Thanks to the effective guard, he was not hurt."
"Assassin?" Zhang Fu frowned, "a ten-year-old is worth sending assassins. Send him more guards and don't let him have an accident in the territory of Jin. "
In Zhengzhou,
Yao Tianxiang yawns and looks at Cheng Qianye, who is busy with government affairs.
"I thought you would be free to accompany me, but I didn't expect that you were still so busy."
Cheng Chiba laughed: "don't complain, do something for me. I'll be busy for a while. After Shenshi, we'll go to Zhengzhou. Take a good look at the people's livelihood of this city. "
Yao Tianxiang was happy. He rolled up his sleeve to show his wrist. He took a pen from the pen holder and dipped it in ink. "OK, what do you want me to do?"
"By the way, take a look at this first." Cheng Qianye rubbed his shoulder, turned out a letter from a pile of letters and handed it to Yao Tianxiang, "your nephew, who lives in bianzhou, was assassinated. What's the matter with you?"
Yao Tianxiang took the letter, frowned and looked at it for a moment, then snorted coldly: "these villains are very good at doing these dirty things because they can't do their business well."
Cheng Chiba can't help thinking of that timid and weak little boy.Living in such an environment every day, it's no wonder to develop the appearance of timidity.
"He's only ten years old. He's been sent to the state of Jin as a proton. Is there anyone who refuses to let him go?" Cheng Qianye is puzzled.
Yao Tianxiang looked at Cheng Chiba strangely, "what's wrong with this? Your half brother was different at the beginning... "
She coughed and didn't say anything. She thought that if your brother hadn't been killed by your brother, we wouldn't have known each other.
"My nephews, together with their respective mothers, are fighting fiercely. Yao Shun ranked the third in the list, which was not very impressive. When you came to the state of Jin to be a proton, you not only didn't embarrass him, but also invited him to go to school with the Royal Children of the state of Jin. No, it has aroused the envy of those narrow-minded people. "
Cheng Chiba shakes his head and begins to celebrate that his harem is relatively simple, and there is only one heir. He doesn't have to worry about this kind of thing.
After the time application.
The streets and alleys in Zhengzhou are becoming more and more lively.
It gets dark early in autumn, and it will be completely dark in more than an hour.
As a result, the most crowded time for soldiers to come home from the barracks was the end of the training.
The street began to set up a variety of steaming food stalls. The stall owners warmly welcomed the passing guests. When the people working everywhere finished their work, some would sit down on these stalls to deal with one mouthful and make a late meal.
The peddler, the entertainer Lao he, is next to the road, shouting, sticking to the field. One voice after another mixed in the fragrance of food, full of the breath of life.
Zhengzhou was once occupied for a long time by the famous mountains of gourong people.
However, it is still rich in people's livelihood, and does not show the fear and desolation of being ruled by other races.
In contrast, the capital city of Hourong that Cheng Qianye has been to is not as comfortable and rich as here.
For most people, they don't care who the ruler is. As long as the king above doesn't exploit cruelly, doesn't fight wantonly, and provides a stable environment, they can live well by themselves.
Cheng Qianye takes Yao Tianxiang by the hand, wears casual clothes, eats snacks and buys groceries all the way.
A rare moment of leisure makes her relaxed and comfortable.
Cheng Feng and a Jia are escorting each other with several attendants.
There is a teahouse not far away. The sound of silk and bamboo comes from it.
"I haven't been to the opera for a long time, Tianxiang. Let's sit down for a while."
They entered the teahouse and sat in the elegant room on the second floor.
It is said that the elegant room is actually separated by two and a half person high low screens, but it is better to have ventilation and windows than to be crowded with a large number of people on the first floor.
The performance in the teahouse is not as good as the skills of the advocators in the palace of the Wei state, who were usurped and raised by the nobles.
Yao Tianxiang recalled the days when she was a princess of the state of Wei. At that time, she was like a canary in a cage. She had nothing to do all day long. Her whole life was to listen to opera or go out for fun or to have a picnic.
Boring repetition of the same day, waiting for his father or brother to decide her life, like a chip, to marry a husband in exchange for the greatest interests.
And then continue to live another boring and repetitive life. Or indulge in intrigue, just for a man's favor.
When did her life become so busy?
Even the time to listen to such a bad song has become very little.
She is now the imperial concubine of the Marquis of Jin and Yue. Chiba is very kind to her. She could have lived a leisurely life. But she just wants to make herself so busy, busy and full, every day is very interesting.
Yao Tianxiang is next to Cheng Qianye, drinking tea and beating time.
Cheng Qianye sits by the window and looks at the street view. All kinds of pedestrians come and go, and people's livelihood is mixed in the detailed singing.
A middle-aged man selling dry goods squatted across the street, just facing the window.
He was a small man with a bent back and a hat on his head. His face was not impressive at all.
He raised his hat and looked at the window intentionally or unintentionally.
On that one eye, let Cheng Chiba fiercely pull tight hand.
"What's the matter?" Yao Tianxiang asked casually, his eyes still on the stage downstairs.
Cheng Qianye gently squeezed her hand: "Tianxiang, don't look back, listen to me."
Yao Tianxiang gave a pause. On the surface, she still focused on watching the play, as if she didn't hear it, but with a little force in her hand, she responded to Cheng Chiba.
Cheng Qianye raised his tea cup and said in a low voice, "we may have met an assassin."
Yao Tianxiang was silent. She looked at the stage downstairs, but her white fingers reached into the tea cup, dipped in the tea, and wrote three words on the table: "assassin."The man who sold the dry goods pressed the hat on his head. He was in a state of consternation.
It took them a long time to find out that Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jin and Yue dynasties, was indeed a royal son who had never practiced martial arts and grew up with respect.
But just now, he just looked at the Jinyue waiting by the window. Why did he have the feeling of being seen through.
He raised his eyes and looked up through the gaps in his hat.
Jin Yue Hou, who is on a micro trip, is leaning leisurely by the window, holding a cup of tea and tasting tea in an orderly way. He doesn't ask the bodyguard or even talk to the lady around him.
It should be an illusion. He can't see through me at a glance, the man thought to himself. Put your heart down.
Late autumn cold night, White Dew into frost. Xiao Xiu walked on the wooden corridor. He rubbed his hands and put them on his mouth to breathe out a white mist. "It's really cold at night." He said. The whole mansion was quiet. Most of the people had already fallen asleep. Only the study where my husband was was was still brightly lit. Xiao xiustraddled the door and gave Zhang Fu a warm eight treasures tea. Then she put a brazier in it and added some silver frost carbon. Zhang Fu buried himself in the documents, and said without raising his head, "you have a rest first. I don't need to be served here." "I'll be with you, sir." Xiao Xiu put a chair on the other side of the desk and sat opposite Zhang Fu. Twist the manuscript of Mo, copied to grind a pen to help him. "Look at this." Zhang Fu didn't talk much either, and handed out a page of letter across the table. "The battle of the army and the bandits" by Lord Zhou? My Lord has made up his mind to wage a full-scale war with the dog army? " Xiao Xiu was a little surprised. Zhang Fu's men kept on writing and talking: "yes, I'm afraid that moqiao Sheng has led the army and started from Zhengzhou. We're going to have a big war. It's a pity that time is too short. I had hoped to have another two years to prepare for us. " "Since the enemy is not willing to leave us time, we have been bullied to the door. We can only fight. " Zhang Fu kept writing, "attack is the best defense, the decision of the Lord is right, I support her." Looking at the letter in her hand, Xiao Xiu showed a worried look: "is Mr. Zhou going to be an envoy in person? But his legs... " Zhang Fu raised his hand and pasted the brush on the inkstone: "although Zixi's legs are useless, his heart is stronger than most people. You don't have to worry about him." "But since even Zixi has worked so hard, I can't be lazy. I'm afraid I'll be very busy for a while. " He took a look at the opposite Xiao Xiu, "we will be very busy." "Yes." Xiao Xiu lowered her head and carefully copied the documents in her hand. He thought silently in his head. This is a good year. The population of Bianjing, Qixian and Zhongmou increased sharply, and the National Treasury's income was very abundant. We have just won a battle in the state of song and got new land and a lot of reparations. Xiao Xiu unconsciously began to imitate Zhang Fu's thinking. He thought about what he needed to think about at this time? There is going to be a war in front of us. What we have to do is to provide sufficient food and pay for the soldiers on the front line. We also need to step up the training of new recruits, so that when the war needs, we can provide a steady stream of reinforcements. In addition, it was not long before Bianjing became the new capital, and all kinds of wastes were waiting for prosperity. There are so many things Mr. Wang has to do. I'll try my best to help him, Xiao Xiu thought. Zhang Fu seemed to know what Xiao Xiu was thinking. He asked, "besides armaments and food, do you know what is the most important thing for us now?" "Is there anything more important than these two things?" Xiao Xiu thought for a moment, and then responded, "what you said is "Wei Guo?" "It's good to think of Wei." Zhang Fu looked up at him and nodded approvingly, "Yao Hong of the state of Wei has been coveting Bianjing for a long time. Their navy is very powerful. It only takes a few days for us to guard against them from shunjishui of onozawa to Huangchi near Bianjing, so as to prevent them from fishing in troubled waters. In addition, the state of song has just been defeated by us. Even if their monarchs are cowardly, they must be unwilling. We must not be careless. " "Sir, I think of one thing when I mention it." Xiao Xiu raised his head, "the proton sent by the state of Wei to our country met with an assassin today. Thanks to the effective guard, he was not hurt." "Assassin?" Zhang Fu frowned, "a ten-year-old is worth sending assassins. Send him more guards and don't let him have an accident in the territory of Jin. " In Zhengzhou, Yao Tianxiang yawns and looks at Cheng Qianye, who is busy with government affairs. "I thought you would be free to accompany me, but I didn't expect that you were still so busy." Cheng Chiba laughed: "don't complain, do something for me. I'll be busy for a while. After Shenshi, we'll go to Zhengzhou. Take a good look at the people's livelihood of this city. " Yao Tianxiang was happy. He rolled up his sleeve to show his wrist. He took a pen from the pen holder and dipped it in ink. "OK, what do you want me to do?" "By the way, take a look at this first." Cheng Qianye rubbed his shoulder, turned out a letter from a pile of letters and handed it to Yao Tianxiang, "your nephew, who lives in bianzhou, was assassinated. What's the matter with you?" Yao Tianxiang took the letter, frowned and looked at it for a moment, then snorted coldly: "these villains are very good at doing these dirty things because they can't do their business well." Cheng Chiba can't help thinking of that timid and weak little boy.Living in such an environment every day, it's no wonder to develop the appearance of timidity. "He's only ten years old. He's been sent to the state of Jin as a proton. Is there anyone who refuses to let him go?" Cheng Qianye is puzzled. Yao Tianxiang looked at Cheng Chiba strangely, "what's wrong with this? Your half brother was different at the beginning... " She coughed and didn't say anything. She thought that if your brother hadn't been killed by your brother, we wouldn't have known each other. "My nephews, together with their respective mothers, are fighting fiercely. Yao Shun ranked the third in the list, which was not very impressive. When you came to the state of Jin to be a proton, you not only didn't embarrass him, but also invited him to go to school with the Royal Children of the state of Jin. No, it has aroused the envy of those narrow-minded people. " Cheng Chiba shakes his head and begins to celebrate that his harem is relatively simple, and there is only one heir. He doesn't have to worry about this kind of thing. After the time application. The streets and alleys in Zhengzhou are becoming more and more lively. It gets dark early in autumn, and it will be completely dark in more than an hour. As a result, the most crowded time for soldiers to come home from the barracks was the end of the training. The street began to set up a variety of steaming food stalls. The stall owners warmly welcomed the passing guests. When the people working everywhere finished their work, some would sit down on these stalls to deal with one mouthful and make a late meal. The peddler, the entertainer Lao he, is next to the road, shouting, sticking to the field. One voice after another mixed in the fragrance of food, full of the breath of life. Zhengzhou was once occupied for a long time by the famous mountains of gourong people. However, it is still rich in people's livelihood, and does not show the fear and desolation of being ruled by other races. In contrast, the capital city of Hourong that Cheng Qianye has been to is not as comfortable and rich as here. For most people, they don't care who the ruler is. As long as the king above doesn't exploit cruelly, doesn't fight wantonly, and provides a stable environment, they can live well by themselves. Cheng Qianye takes Yao Tianxiang by the hand, wears casual clothes, eats snacks and buys groceries all the way. A rare moment of leisure makes her relaxed and comfortable. Cheng Feng and a Jia are escorting each other with several attendants. There is a teahouse not far away. The sound of silk and bamboo comes from it. "I haven't been to the opera for a long time, Tianxiang. Let's sit down for a while." They entered the teahouse and sat in the elegant room on the second floor. It is said that the elegant room is actually separated by two and a half person high low screens, but it is better to have ventilation and windows than to be crowded with a large number of people on the first floor. The performance in the teahouse is not as good as the skills of the advocators in the palace of the Wei state, who were usurped and raised by the nobles. Yao Tianxiang recalled the days when she was a princess of the state of Wei. At that time, she was like a canary in a cage. She had nothing to do all day long. Her whole life was to listen to opera or go out for fun or to have a picnic. Boring repetition of the same day, waiting for his father or brother to decide her life, like a chip, to marry a husband in exchange for the greatest interests. And then continue to live another boring and repetitive life. Or indulge in intrigue, just for a man's favor. When did her life become so busy? Even the time to listen to such a bad song has become very little. She is now the imperial concubine of the Marquis of Jin and Yue. Chiba is very kind to her. She could have lived a leisurely life. But she just wants to make herself so busy, busy and full, every day is very interesting. Yao Tianxiang is next to Cheng Qianye, drinking tea and beating time. Cheng Qianye sits by the window and looks at the street view. All kinds of pedestrians come and go, and people's livelihood is mixed in the detailed singing. A middle-aged man selling dry goods squatted across the street, just facing the window. He was a small man with a bent back and a hat on his head. His face was not impressive at all. He raised his hat and looked at the window intentionally or unintentionally. On that one eye, let Cheng Chiba fiercely pull tight hand. "What's the matter?" Yao Tianxiang asked casually, his eyes still on the stage downstairs. Cheng Qianye gently squeezed her hand: "Tianxiang, don't look back, listen to me." Yao Tianxiang gave a pause. On the surface, she still focused on watching the play, as if she didn't hear it, but with a little force in her hand, she responded to Cheng Chiba. Cheng Qianye raised his tea cup and said in a low voice, "we may have met an assassin." Yao Tianxiang was silent. She looked at the stage downstairs, but her white fingers reached into the tea cup, dipped in the tea, and wrote three words on the table: "assassin."The man who sold the dry goods pressed the hat on his head. He was in a state of consternation. It took them a long time to find out that Cheng Qianyu, the Marquis of Jin and Yue dynasties, was indeed a royal son who had never practiced martial arts and grew up with respect. But just now, he just looked at the Jinyue waiting by the window. Why did he have the feeling of being seen through. He raised his eyes and looked up through the gaps in his hat. Jin Yue Hou, who is on a micro trip, is leaning leisurely by the window, holding a cup of tea and tasting tea in an orderly way. He doesn't ask the bodyguard or even talk to the lady around him. It should be an illusion. He can't see through me at a glance, the man thought to himself. Put your heart down.
