Father, I really don’t want to be the emperor

"Master Zhuang, is there anything wrong with coming here so early?"

Ning Fan asked.

Zhuang Wen quickly smiled and said: 'Your Highness, the order has been sent to General Yue at great speed! The Tianjiang camp needs to settle down first. It is best to arrange a large-scale training in the autumn and go into the mountains to train. This way, all Song Chengzhou's people can be dispatched! ’

"Yes, when will General Yue arrive? How many troops will he bring?"

Ning Fan asked calmly.

Zhuang Wen always felt that there was something wrong with Ning Fan's attitude today, but for a while he couldn't figure out what the problem was.

After thinking for a while, he replied: "The soldiers and horses from the Tianjiang camp will arrive at noon tomorrow, and they won't bring too many, at most five hundred people! It's not about the number but the quality. The old thief's governor's office has a total of There are only three hundred yamen soldiers, so it won't take any effort to attack."

"Remember, you must bleed less, and Song Chengzhou, I want to live!"

Ning Fan warned again and again.

After Zhuang Wen agreed, Ning Fan felt relieved.

Something big is going to happen tomorrow, and Ning Fan has been feeling uneasy all morning.

The available power in hand is currently two hundred garrison troops in the city, temporarily hidden in the dark, but their combat effectiveness is limited.

If something unexpected happens, these soldiers and horses may be able to barely protect Ning Fan from rushing out of the city.

The most worrying thing now is whether Song Chengzhou has a back-up plan and whether he is aware of it. If Song Chengzhou is allowed to take the lead in mobilizing troops to rebel, it is estimated that everyone will be finished together by then.

"Your Highness, someone has sent a letter."

When Ergou saw that Yueying was not there, he secretly came to Ning Fan and handed a fragrant letter to Ning Fan.

In this era, it is not easy to have such delicate paper. After Ning Fan opened it, Juanxiu's small characters came into view.

This letter was sent by Qingyi, saying that he had composed a new song and invited Ning Fan to write the lyrics together that evening.

Ning Fan wanted to refuse, but when he thought of Qing Yi's charming appearance, he felt reluctant.

"Er Gou, I'm going out tonight, and I must not let this girl Yueying notice."

Ning Fan warned carefully.

Ergou understood, nodded and said: "Your Highness, just go ahead. I'll tell you that Your Highness is going to sit in Lord Zhuang's house."

Ning Fan couldn't wait to set off in the afternoon, but this time he didn't go to the original boat, but to another boat.

This ship is much smaller, but it can also accommodate dozens of people. However, there are only Ning Fan and Qing Yi on the ship at this time, and other than that there is only the maid.

Ning Fan still had a feeling of surprise when he saw Qingyi again.

"Master Ning, I don't know what you like to eat, so I just prepared some."

Qingyi had already prepared the best food and wine, and personally brought the wine.

When Ning Fan saw this, he threw half a bag of silver to the little maid: "Save this money to buy two pieces of jewelry for the lady."

The heavy bag made the little maid happy, but Qingyi's expression did not change.

After the little maid went out, Qingyi said angrily: "Master, why did you bring those pickled things? Qingyi actually doesn't lack these."

Ning Fan laughed and said: "Although this thing is vulgar, the world can't live without it!"

The two stopped there and did not continue to talk about this topic. Instead, they shifted the focus of the topic to poetry and songs.

Often when Ning Fan casually utters a few lines of poetry, Qing Yi will let out a sweet cry and even take out a pen and paper to record it on the spot.

And Ning Fan also discovered that Qingyi was not only beautiful, but also had real talent and learning.

The more they talked, the more the two of them became more speculative.

After a few glasses of wine, Ning Fan was slightly drunk. When the two came to the deck, Ning Fan realized that it was completely dark outside.

On the entire Qianjiang River, there are many rows of boats, and both sides of the river are a city that never sleeps, with tourists everywhere.

The lion dancers, the snack sellers, the acrobats, standing on the boat and looking towards the shore, you can see clearly.

"Qingyi, please play the piano for me."

Qingyi is wearing a green gauze skirt, and when a gust of wind blows, you can see her graceful figure.

Even though Ning Fan was well-informed, his mouth and tongue could not help but feel dry and his heart was beating wildly at this moment.

However, as the ethereal music played, Ning Fan gradually calmed down.

It has to be said that Qingyi's piano skills are still very superb, and the music he plays is as smooth as flowing water without any stagnation.

After finishing the song, Ning Fan was immersed in it and couldn't extricate himself for a long time.

"I didn't expect Miss Qingyi to have memorized the song!"

Ning Fan sighed.

What Qingyi played just now was the song "Missing Through Time and Space" that Ning Fan had played before. This song had a different flavor when played on the guqin.

"Qing Yi carefully pondered this piece of music, and found out that it has a timeless flavor that makes people feel like time is passing by, things are changing, and things are changing."

Qingyi came to Ning Fan and naturally snuggled into Ning Fan's arms.

Holding the beautiful lady's exquisite body in his arms and smelling the scent of her hair, Ning Fan seemed to have forgotten all his worries at this moment.

We can't say that Qing Yi is flirtatious. We can only say that this girl is used to the wind and moon and has already developed a unique way of doing things.

"Qingyi has never treated anyone like this, Young Master is the first."

Qingyi said softly.

"Life is short, and meeting each other is just a journey, so cherish it."

Ning Fan nodded.

Qingyi was deeply moved, and her eyes shone brightly: "A woman like me, whose life experience is like duckweed, has no tomorrow, but if she can meet the young master, Qingyi will have no regrets in this life."

"You think, can people live into the future?"

Ning Fan said melancholy.

Qingyi was a little surprised: "How long is the future?"

"One hundred years, five hundred years..."

"How can people live so long? Thirty to fifty years is already the limit."

"Maybe!"

……

"Why do you think so suddenly, Master?"

Qingyi lay in Ning Fan's arms, as gentle as a kitten.

The little maid next to them came over to add tea to the two of them, and she looked shy when she saw this scene.

"Do you think people from the future will suddenly come to our time?"

Ning Fan sighed.

"Is the young master drunk? Qingyi helps the young master to sleep..."

Qingyi only thought Ning Fan was drunk before she said such gossip.

She helped Ning Fan to the incense couch and sat down. She carefully removed Ning Fan's shoes and socks, and the attentive maid had already brought tenderness.

Ning Fan only felt his feet being put into warm water, and soon a pair of weak, boneless hands began to wash his feet.

Wash and dry, everything looks so natural.

Although Ning Fan is a prince, he has never enjoyed such gentle and courteous service since he came to this era, and he was stunned for a moment.

The red candle was lit, and the room suddenly exuded an ambiguous atmosphere. Ning Fan had already been moved, and grabbed Qing Yi's little hand and pulled her onto the bed.

The two rolled together, Ning Fan was familiar with the road, and soon Qing Yi, who was uninvited, became a little unable to resist.