I didn't expect you to be such a white moonlight

After they left, An Qinyang unhurriedly rolled up the paintings on the table and put them in the vase, and then put the pens and inks back to their original positions.Then he went to the couch and lay down, pulled a thin blanket over himself, took a book in his hand, counted the sound of footsteps at the door, and then closed his eyes at the right time.

When Emperor Anping came in, he saw such a scene: his own prince was lying on the couch with his eyes closed and half-clothed, holding a book in his hand, and the medicine beside him had already cooled down.

He shook his head helplessly, walked over and took out the book in his hand, glanced at it, it was a "Nong Policy".

All of a sudden, all kinds of sourness rushed to his heart. His Yanger had the great talent of "governing the country and keeping the country safe", but he was tired of illness and could only lie in bed.However, even if he became ill like this last night, he still wanted to share my worries.

Yanger, my Yanger...

Emperor Anping quickly put aside his abnormal emotions, leaned over and hugged An Qinyang, intending to carry him to bed to sleep himself.

"Huh? Father."

"Yang'er, are you awake? How do you feel today? Is your head still dizzy?" As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to check the temperature on An Qinyang's head. He felt that everything was normal, so he felt relieved this time.

"Thank you, father, for your concern. My son is much better. Why is father free to visit me?" What he was thinking was, didn't you just come here last night?

"Father is so worried about you that he can't concentrate on reviewing the memorial. Seeing that you are doing well now, Father is at ease."

"..."

"Yang'er, do you know? Father, I often think of your mother and queen recently. You and your mother look more and more like each other."

"The queen mother's alluring appearance is beyond Yang'er." No one noticed that An Qinyang's hands hidden in his sleeves suddenly clenched into fists, and even his eyes were icy cold.

"Okay, let's not talk about it. If your mother knows that Yang'er was born so outstanding, she will be gratified. In fact, the father came here because he wanted to ask Yang'er for help."

"..." Look, while talking about his heartache, he spared no effort to squeeze out my last use value, "Father, please tell me."

"I brought the memorial, you can see it."

An Qinyang accepted the memorial in doubt, opened it for a look, and closed it after reading only two or three lines.

"Wonderful raid? How could it be so sudden? The two countries have lived in peace for ten years. Something must have happened that violated their bottom line. Otherwise, why would they not hesitate to tear up the contract and invade our country?"

"I think so too. But now that they are coming in menacing ways, it's better to find a way to deal with them first? What's so strange about Yang'er?"

It wasn't that Emperor Anping relied too much on his sick son, it was actually the contract to ensure peace between the two countries ten years ago, which was negotiated by An Qinyang, who was only 12 years old at the time!

That unprecedented debate is still talked about by many ministers.At that time, Qili sent envoys to Anguo to congratulate him. He did not respect Emperor Anping in his words, but was very arrogant. Many civil servants couldn't help but fight with them, and the generals even drew their swords to face each other. The scene was once It was very chaotic and tense, but it was controlled by a light word from His Royal Highness, who was only 12 years old at the time.

He said: "How many acres of land does your country have? How many silver taels? How many troops? Can it compare with Anguo?"