Come on, Your Highness

He Xichao was taken away on the front foot, and Xiao Hong got the news on the back foot.

However, Eunuch Chang seemed to know him, and stopped him at the gate of Prince Li's mansion.

"Your Highness, before leaving, Young Master Xi Chao repeatedly asked you not to enter the palace, so that you can rest assured to wait for him to come back."

Xiao Hong didn't take it seriously: "I'll go and see, in case the father makes things difficult for him, I can help him out of it."

As he spoke, he stepped on the stirrup and stepped on the steed, but the reins were held by Eunuch Chang.

"Your Highness, Xi said to the young master that the empress asked you not to enter the palace."

Xiao Hong was stunned instantly when he heard the words.

The queen is gone, and when she is mentioned, it is the day of the canonization ceremony, in Kunning Palace.

"It's me who revealed the truth..." His throat tightened suddenly, thinking back to that day, and finally thought of the key point, he froze on the horse.

Seeing this, Eunuch Chang sighed, and said to himself that according to your temperament that can't be hidden, how can you not reveal your secrets.

"You go, let the emperor know that you care so much about Young Master Xichao, and put him in more danger. Your love, for Young Master Xichao, is not an antidote but a poison!"

Xiao Hong suddenly relaxed his spine, slumped down, and murmured: "Then what should I do, my father..."

"Your Highness, the army is about to set off tomorrow. The emperor chose today to call, and this old slave probably doesn't mean to do it, but..."

"Beat it?" Eunuch Chang's words did not make Xiao Hong feel relieved, but he smiled wryly, "I couldn't catch him at first, and I wanted to steal a period of time to go north. Like Jiang Dong, I can ignore everything and just look at each other. , and now...but it's over early."

"Xi Chao won't walk with me anymore..."

Xiao Hong shook off Eunuch Chang's hand, took the reins, clamped the horse's belly, raised the horse's hooves, neighed, and galloped towards Yingwang's mansion under the flying snowflakes.

After Xiao Hong came back, he locked himself in the study.

At this time, Xinrui was delivering tea for the third time, but Xiao Hong still didn't answer after knocking on the door for a long time.

Outside, Nanny Shen and Eunuch Chang saw the word helplessness in each other's eyes.

They didn't want Xiao Hong to get entangled with He Xichao, but when the two had to separate, they felt uncomfortable.

This separation is not only a difference in love between the two, it is afraid that after returning from the northern border, the two will have to share things.

Before Xiao Hong had no heirs, Emperor Tiangan would not let these two meet again.

The sound of He Xichao's footsteps coming back startled them. Seeing all the frowning faces, he couldn't help smiling, and said to Xinrui: "Auntie, let me see you off."

Xinrui's eyes turned red when she heard the words, she nodded, and gently handed the saucer in He Xichao's hand, then bit her lips and said, "Master Xichao..."

"It's okay, it's a matter of time, we are actually prepared."

He Xichao's expression was normal, as if he couldn't see how sad he was, but Xinrui knew that he was no less sad than Xiao Hong in it.

Facing the face of the sky, having to come back to comfort those who licked their wounds after being frightened, this strength moved several people.

"You all go about your own business, and then ask someone to check your bags, don't leave anything behind." He Xichao ordered.

To this day, the relationship between him and Xiao Hong cannot be explained clearly by outsiders with a few words of flattery and temptation.

Even Emperor Tiangan couldn't blame He Xichao for all the responsibility.

A person who is too good, like the light of a torch, can always attract others to fall in love with him.

What's more, He Xichao led him out of fear, out of confusion, and taught him hand in hand to make Xiao Hong what he is today.

He was the closest to all the dazzling parts of He Xichao's body, but he ignored them the most.

After the three left, He Xichao knocked on the study door.

"I'm back, Xiao Hong, I want to talk to you."

The door was opened suddenly, a hand stretched out to grab He Xichao's wrist, and pulled him into the room.

The teacup fell to the ground with a crisp sound, and the porcelain was scattered all over the ground, but no one cared about it.

Xiao Hong hugged He Xichao tightly, as if he wanted to rub this person into his own flesh and blood. Only in this way can the two of them truly be inseparable.

One hand of He Xichao just grabbed the saucer, the other hand was raised in the air, and finally landed slowly on the man's back.

"I think at this time, it would be more appropriate for us to kiss than hug."

Xiao Hong's tears were about to fall, and he said extremely aggrieved: "Can I still kiss you?"

"Yes, we haven't broken up yet, you're still my boyfriend." He Xichao put the saucer on the low table beside him and gave him a push.

Xiao Hong let go of his hand and asked: "Why are you a boyfriend, aren't you a couple, or you have decided to only treat me as a friend and let me go?"

As he said this, Xiao Hong felt very sad.

He Xichao felt sad: "I made a mistake, so are you still kissing?"

"Dear."

Xiao Hong touched He Xichao's lips devoutly, not daring to absorb more, he felt that after today, he was not qualified to ask for such an intimate act.

All the good things he imagined, as well as the time and time again in the dream, which made him unable to help but long-awaited sharing the same bed, all disappeared without a trace like a mirage before sinking...

Xiao Dunzi brought in another pot of tea, and Xiao Xuanzi led someone to carefully clean up the broken tiles, then went down quietly and closed the door behind him.

"The futon that day leaked our secret, and the emperor saw through it with his keen eyes."

He Xichao poured a cup of tea for Xiao Hong, poured another cup for himself, and held it in his palm to warm his own.

Xiao Hong said: "My fault, I didn't pay enough attention."

He Xichao shook his head: "This kind of thing is not the responsibility of one person, but it's useless to talk too much. The emperor gave me an ultimatum. When you return from the northern border, if you are still obsessed with rejecting the crown princess, then he will cherish his talents." , and won’t let me live to the capital.”

After He Xichao finished speaking, Xiao Hong fell silent.

After a long time, he laughed at himself: "Father is really powerful, if you threaten me, can I still resist... I can only obey."

"Do you blame him?"

Xiao Hong paused, but did not speak.

He Xichao shook his hand and smiled: "Today I was afraid, but I also sympathized with the emperor. He was really furious. He looked at me and hoped that I would commit suicide in shame. Unfortunately, I was afraid of death, so I didn't admit it. Come to Beishang , He didn’t want me to influence you, so he could only let me go, and even said to soften up and ask me to persuade you. Thinking about it, it’s really not easy for a one-sided emperor to do this.”

Xiao Hong's eyes were red, he held him instead and said, "Xi Chao, if I am worthy of Father, I will be sorry for you."

Amidst the smoky tea fragrance, He Xi smiled faintly in his eyes: "It's okay, just let me go."

Xiao Hong's eyes fell on the hands that were clasped, and He Xichao had already let go.

"Let it go."

Xiao Hong didn't move, his fingers seemed to be stiff, he clenched that thin and slender hand tightly, and he stared at He Xichao firmly.

He Xichao struggled lightly, but the latter clenched even tighter.

Xiao Hong said in a crying voice: "The fingers don't work."

He Xichao laughed sullenly, held back the sourness, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "People, if you want to live a more chic life, you should be able to let go of it, either life or death or a happy ending."

"Then why are you crying?"

Xiao Hong's question made He Xichao silence for an instant. He raised his other hand to touch his face, which was wet.

"It's steaming, isn't it?"

"Okay, whatever you say is right anyway." Xiao Hong took out the handkerchief and wiped He Xichao's face, as if he was gently wiping a rare treasure.

He Xichao looked at him and said, "Xiao Hong, let's not think about these things anymore. Anyway, we'll leave tomorrow. Forget about him. Let's break up when we finish fighting the Xiongnu and come back. I want to stay with you for two more years."

On the second day, the snow disappeared without a trace, and the wind was sunny, which was a rare good weather.

The long horns blew in unison, and in front of the Hall of Taihe, all civil and military officials stood in line.

Wearing dazzling light armor, Xiao Hong led the generals of the Three Routes across the Jinshui Bridge. Behind them was a neat line of soldiers.

In the dark, today is the day when the army goes out to fight.

Eunuch Huang sang loudly: "Give me the commander-in-chief—"

Xiao Hong stepped up the stone steps, arrived in front of Emperor Tiangan, knelt on one knee, and raised his hands above his head.

The emperor looked at the heroic eldest son in front of him, the bead curtain on his forehead moved slightly, and his chest was full.

He took out the commander's seal and handed it to Xiao Hong, he couldn't help sighing: "I hope my son will win the flag, fend off the enemy from abroad, Daqi Yongan, and return soon!"

"My son will live up to my father's entrustment!"

"Come on, have a drink!"

The servants came out in a file with large lamps, and sent them to the soldiers from all walks of life.

Emperor Tiangan held the wine cup and said loudly: "I ordered people to brew three thousand wines today, and I am willing to drink with Da Qierlang when I come back!"

In the house of broken wine cups, only the sound of long horns and long horns sounded again.

"Set off--"

The Shenwu Gate opened, and the soldiers of the three armies came out slowly, along the main road all the way to the north gate of the capital, and joined the army in the suburbs outside the city.

The flags are buzzing, and the horses are treading on the ground to wake up their noses.

People on both sides crowded both sides of the street, watching the heroic soldiers and shouting.

He Xichao sat in the carriage, together with several newly appointed officials of the prince's mansion, Huang Qi led the prince's mansion soldiers to escort him northward.

He lifted the curtain and looked at the people outside, some with bright eyes, kept looking for that familiar face in the team; some followed the team and ran forward until they reached a place where they could no longer be sent...

No matter in his previous life or in this life, He Xichao had never faced war directly, and the cruelty in it had been manifested from now on.

Fighting in the era of cold weapons is to forge the road to victory with flesh and blood and bones.

One hundred thousand troops left this time, how many people will come back alive in the end?

And those cities in the far north, can they continue to resist tenaciously?

Zhenbei Wangfu

Soldiers with white satin on their armor and waists hurried in and shouted, "General, report from the capital."

A soldier came out from inside, also wearing white filial piety and light armor, with a ponytail, and said, "Give it to me."

The voice is clear and clear, which is much different from the man's deep voice. When you look closely, you can still see the soft curves in the light armor, but she is a sassy girl.

The soldier handed in the report, bowed a salute without asking any more questions, and then withdrew.

She turned around and went back into the house.

This...should be the bedroom of a boudoir lady, but apart from the exquisite eight-treasure dressing table that also shows the graceful and softness of the owner, the other furnishings in the room have nothing to do with any delicate and soft.

Especially the red-tasseled general armor hanging beside the bed, which is flamboyant and domineering.

And the epee on the sword stand, the white blade is cold and full of murderous aura.

The owner of the house is sitting in front of the mirror, and another maid dressed up is wrapping white gauze around her wrists.