The abandoned queen is reborn: she makes the prince cry and seizes the throne!

In the cold winter sky, wild geese flew south, and an urgent order was indeed delivered to Wu Yanhe.

The room was as warm as spring. The shiny chess pieces fell on the chessboard, inadvertently tightening all the traps.

"You're distracted."

Wu Yanhe burned the urgent order to ashes with the flames, and raised his brows with sharp eyes like a hawk, saying, "I lost, and my father Khan urgently called me back."

“Isn’t this a good thing?”

-

Ning Rongzhang hurriedly prepared his horse and took Ji Mengshu to one side. He sighed and said, "It's extremely dangerous to go to Luanzhou. Can I take you to your brother's place?"

"I want to go with you too." She asked herself. She still had some impression of the affairs of the Luanzhou tribe in her previous life, so she was not afraid of not being able to help.

"But it's dangerous..."

"Then why not let brother go with you. Since you are determined to help Wu Yanhe, why not show some sincerity?" Besides, he hasn't seen his brother for a long time, and wonders if he is doing well now?

Ning Rongzhang considered himself to be a man of iron will, but he was worried about Ji Mengshu. As long as she begged him repeatedly, he would pick the stars in the sky for her.

He secretly left Western Xinjiang and didn't even have time to come out with Ji Yuanzheng in the dark. Although Western Xinjiang is still Ning Rongzhang's territory, there is no guarantee that there won't be spies from other people.

It's better to be careful.

Disguised as a caravan, they left the city gate and stopped at a teahouse in the suburbs. As soon as Ji Mengshu came down, he saw a very familiar figure from afar.

Tears welled up all of a sudden, blurring my vision, and now I could hardly see the direction of the person. I stumbled and ran towards that place.

The latter put down the teacup and stretched out his arms towards her from a distance, "Ah Shu."

The brother who stayed in Yinhui Mountain.

To people who don't know the situation, it looks like two grown men hugging each other. Ji Mengshu was wearing men's clothes, so it would inevitably lead to misunderstanding.

"Brother! What's wrong with you? You are not!" Isn't it just as those people said that the person who fell off the cliff at Yinhui Mountain could not be found?

Ji Yuanzheng touched her head and said, "You have seen your brother's sachet, but you still don't know what it means?"

"I know, I know...but...it's only when I see it with my own eyes that it seems even more unreal."

What's more, the family funeral has already been held, and in Kyoto, everyone knows that the young General Ji, dressed in fine clothes and riding a vigorous horse, has died in the battlefield.

"Yinhui Mountain, I must let everyone know that I died there. First, it can paralyze Kyoto, and second," Ji Yuanzheng tilted his head slightly, with a sly smile on the corner of his lips, "Guess, the Luanzhou tribe is so powerful, how did the prince and I win?"

Ji Mengshu sniffed and said, "Who knows what you were thinking? You even hid it from me. Do you know how upset your father and mother were when the news of your death reached Kyoto? When you were still in the Ji Mansion, they had already arranged your funeral. When the white banners in the house had not yet been removed, His Majesty ordered us to be imprisoned..."

"I know that Ah Shu will find a way out." He obviously did not wait for long, and the tea in the cup was warm. "I wonder if the two elders know that I am still alive at this moment?"

The latter nodded, grabbed the fluff on his sleeves with both hands and said, "I have sent your personal belongings back. Although I didn't say it directly, father will definitely understand when he sees it."

"That's good." Ji Yuanzheng sighed and looked up at the sky. "The news of my death was kept secret because I was afraid that there would be some mistakes and the news would leak out. Ah Shu, I am sorry for you."

"It's no use telling me, brother," Ji Mengshu raised his hand and poured himself a cup of tea, smiling, "You should think carefully about how to explain it to father and mother when you go back."

While they were chatting here, not far away, Ning Rongzhang said a few words to his men, and then walked to the small tea shop with Wu Yanhe, one after the other.

It seemed as if there were gazes piercing through thousands and shooting straight at him. Ji Yuanzheng almost subconsciously stood up and stood in front of Ji Mengshu, with the sword already drawn from the scabbard at his waist.

We may have been enemies in the past, but we are friends now.

The silvery-white half of the mask looked particularly familiar, and it emitted a cold and bright light under the cold sun.

"The protector of Luanzhou tribe?" Ji Yuanzheng glanced at Ning Rongzhang behind him. He didn't tell him about this?

"General Ji should be familiar with the Great Protector. He was once an enemy, but now he is an ally and friend."

Ji Yuanzheng was certainly not unfamiliar with this. They had fought against each other many times in Yinhui Mountain. Even the news of his "death" in Yinhui Mountain was in order to attack the main force of Luanzhou from behind. This battle was fierce, with countless casualties. In the end, the news received in Kyoto was that Ning Rongzhang was dead, and at the same time, the Luanzhou army retreated, which was a lose-lose situation.

The Luanzhou troops were naturally not in a much better situation. Not only were their main forces attacked fiercely by Ning Rongzhang and ambushed by Ji Yuanzheng who was already dead behind them, they were also forced to retreat.

"General Ji is a master at using troops. This Dharma Protector admires him immensely."

Ji Yuan also smiled positively, with a rather unfathomable meaning, "Protector, you are too kind."

-

Some people run thousands of miles, some people gently wave their jade bone fans, and are said to be ungrateful.

Marquis Chengyang looked at Wei Zheng with bloodshot eyes, his lips trembling, and then his mouth trembled, "You, what did you say? Say it again!"

Wei Zheng took a step forward, closed the jade fan in his hand, and patted it lightly in his palm, "Is Marquis Chengyang deaf?"

Cheng Liu weakly held onto the arm of Marquis Chengyang. Looking at the Marquis Chengyang's appearance, he had a half-withered body underneath his gorgeous clothes, and his entire body was supported by a skeleton.

"Then I will say it again. I want you to return Madam Wen's dowry in full."

"How dare you! Cough, cough, cough—" Marquis Chengyang's pale face was filled with rapid coughing and wheezing. "When Wen Li married into my Marquis Chengyang's mansion, even if she is dead now, she is still my Marquis Chengyang's deceased wife!"

In short, there will be no such thing as returning the dowry.

"Then today, Marquis Chengyang signed the divorce agreement, and from now on, there will be no mention of Madam Wen anymore." A piece of thin paper was still in front of Marquis Chengyang, with a full page of small regular script written on it.

Cheng Liu picked up the paper and looked at the three big words on it: Divorce Letter.

With his lips trembling, the Marquis of Chengyang pointed at Wei Zheng and said, "You unfilial son, it's fine that you broke off all ties with your father and set up your own family, but now you're even planning to take your mother's dowry?"

"Marquis Chengyang is in a serious situation," Wei Zheng took out a note from his bosom and said, "King Dongzhi has sent a letter. This young master warns you to sign the divorce agreement as soon as possible and return my mother's dowry. Only in this way can we settle our accounts one by one. You must settle the dowry matter quickly. This young master only gives you two months."