Long live the best

The next day, better clothes in the morning.

The first thing Qin Yun received was not a memorial.

but a letter.

He didn't even need to read the signature, he knew it was Murong Shunhua's letter just by looking at the handwriting.

"This girl!"

"Did you forget about me and wrote me a letter before returning to the palace!"

He opened the envelope a little angrily, his face could not hide his longing.

Although they haven't finished the step of husband and wife, their relationship is very deep.

The envelope reads.

"Thief man, everything is fine with me, I have just returned to the palace recently."

"But there is still a delay due to the entanglement of affairs."

"I can't go back to you for the time being, I hope you cherish it."

After reading it, Qin Yun frowned!

wrong!

"I know Shunhua's character very well, and I can say no to two things. Since it is said to be back in half a month, it must be back in half a month."

"Even if there is an emergency, she will not fail to explain the reason."

"In this letter, there is only one sentence: she must be hiding something from me!"

"Besides, her tone of voice is strange. How could she say such nasty things?"

For some reason, Qin Yun felt inexplicably worried.

Can't tell why.

"Old Feng!"

"Where did Murong go?"

Seeing that his complexion was not good, Mr. Feng frowned slightly and said, "Mistress Murong doesn't like people following her, so this old slave didn't send anyone to follow her for protection..."

"However, according to the Jin Yiwei who summoned the messenger, the sender came from Youzhou."

Youzhou?

Qin Yun frowned, and then his eyes lit up.

Yes, Murong said that she was going to meet an old friend of Daozong, and Daozong seemed to be in Youzhou.

Could it be that I am too nervous?

"Go, send someone to Youzhou to find her and ensure her safety!" Qin Yun said seriously.

Elder Feng complied, but he wondered in his heart, is there any threat from Empress Murong?

In the whole world, few people can hurt her, right?

Holding the letter tightly, Qin Yun was silent for a long time before he calmed down, folded the envelope and put it away.

Then, go to court.

night time.

Jin Yiwei wrote back, saying that he found out from the sender that Murong Shunhua had left Youzhou.

In the vast crowd, disappeared.

Hearing the news, Qin Yun became even more worried and couldn't sleep.

Where did this woman go, and she still hasn't returned to the palace! !

But he could only wait and let the spies go out to find news first.

"Sleep, Your Majesty, didn't you say that General Mu Le will take the princess from the grassland back to the imperial capital tomorrow?"

"You should rest early, so that you can be summoned spiritually."

"Sister Murong is a master of martial arts, she can't hurt anyone, so it must be something that delays her."

Concubine Dou said very gently.

She was facing the sky, with black silk draped on a pillow, her glamorous face was still charming, hugging Qin Yun inexplicably gave him a sense of warmth and envelopment.

Perhaps this is the style and characteristics of mature women.

Qin Yun's brows gradually eased, and he hummed.

Then he fell asleep slowly in her fragrant and soft arms.

After four days of rushing, it is a big deal to find out that the princess will arrive tomorrow!

Chapter 342 Grassland Princess, Find Out Wei Rou

The next day, early in the morning.

Xiaguang covered the entire long street of Xuanwumen, and a huge carriage inlaid with emeralds and carved with special patterns slowly drove in.

It is full of prairie atmosphere and has a unique beauty.

The Ministry of Etiquette was ordered to greet her with the highest standard.

It was the first time Princess Chaming went out to the grassland, the first time she saw the culture of the Han people, and the first time she saw such a prosperous imperial palace.

She lost her mind!

She was shocked!

That pair of azure blue charming eyes couldn't take their eyes off.

The red lips whispered softly: "Is this the twelve tribes in the grassland that once suppressed, and the great summer that the Turkic countries could not breathe?"

"Their clothes, their palaces, their culture..."

"It would be great if the Zazahar tribe had it."