Tread thousands of dust

Anger gathered in Mo Fengyi's eyes: "This has nothing to do with you."

"Mo Fengyi...are you in pain now?" Kun Tongyao smiled presumptuously and contemptuously, "You will also be in pain..."

"Are you lying to me!" Mo Fengyi punched the wall behind Kun Tongyao, cracks opened in the wall instantly.

"Haha...haha!...Mo Fengyi..."

Mo Fengyi watched Kun Tongyao slump on the ground again as if he lost his strength, but pursed his lips indifferently, gave the guards a look and went out.

Kun Tongyao laughed and cried, cried and laughed, knowing that he was exhausted and fell asleep on the floor of Pipa Langyuan.

Back at the banquet, Mo Fengyi sat down and poured himself a glass of wine.

Xun Can pressed his hand: "You still dare to drink?"

Mo Feng opened his hand angrily: "Just drink a little."

"Three cups, no more." Xun Can grabbed Mo Fengyi's hand pouring the wine, and filled the cup for him himself, "It's because Miss Yin was kidnapped, are you in a bad mood?"

"No..." Mo Fengyi supported his head on his wrist, narrowing his eyes to look at Xun Can with great interest.

"What's the matter?"

Do you want to tell him?Mo Fengyi shook his head in his heart.

Farewell, Xun Can has been busy enough recently.

"Happy, my little junior sister is married."

Xun Can sneered: "Are you looking happy?"

Mo Fengyi pursed his lips and said in dissatisfaction: "Then what should I do?"

Xun Can took a sip of wine: "Anyway, that's not the case."

Mo Fengyi snorted and muttered: "Aren't you in a bad mood too, feel free to say that I..."

"We're about to go to war. Do you know what's been arguing in the court for half a month?" Xun Can's face turned cold. "Someone actually opposed the war because they were worried that the Qingfeng Army would not be able to defeat the Southerners."

Mo Fengyi let out a chuckle: "There are people like this...Even if you don't say that you are thinking of the border people, you can't be so stupid..."

"There are even civil servants who suggested that one state city be exchanged for the South-style retreat." Xun Can took another sip of wine, "These people... wanting others to destroy their own prestige, what are they afraid of?"

Mo Feng smiled recklessly: "War will cost the people and money, and the military pay and food alone can't cost ten thousand gold. Of course those people are not happy, but I really didn't expect them to dare to come up with such an idea...Take the people of a state in exchange for money." If we don’t fight this time, what about next time? Can we still send them away like this?”

Xun Can frowned and said that he couldn't figure it out: "Do you know the horror of this kind of person? For Beiyi, everything is worth it, and sacrificing some people is nothing. That's because they don't treat people as people at all. Those people are just a tool to revitalize Beiyi, but the revitalization of Beiyi is for these people, and now they are sacrificed, and they are said to be for them, don't you find it contradictory?"

"You don't have to think about raising soldiers for a thousand days, just hand over the Qingfeng Army to General Jiagui smoothly." Mo Feng's expression changed, and he said curiously, "The emperor has heard these bastard words What did he say?"

"Of course I refuted it back, but the emperor didn't really blame these silverfish, he just told them to shut up." Xun Can drank a little fast, and after a while he had already finished two cups.

Mo Fengyi saw that he was about to pour himself a third cup first, so he simply snatched the flagon over.

"You drink so much yourself, why don't you let me drink?"

"Wine can warm you up...I didn't have a quilt to cover me when I went back." Xun Can spoke a little dizzy with his big tongue. In fact, he has a good capacity for alcohol, but at the moment he just wants to get drunk, and he finally got drunk at someone else's table. He doesn't want to miss it.

Mo Fengyi frowned: "Is there a lack of quilt in the majestic first-rank general's mansion?"

"I didn't realize that A Yuan wasn't here until it was winter, and no one bought me a quilt." Xun Can lowered his head and looked at the table, "No one lit incense in the room."

Mo Fengyi flicked his wrist, and the wine deviated from the direction and spilled on the table.

Mo Fengyi dragged his heavy head, held his face and said solemnly: "Then let me do it."

The drunken man slowly raised his head and smiled: "Would you do it?"

"Of course." Mo Fengyi tilted his head proudly, "Then do you remember that you asked A Yuan to treat me extra nicely, I have special treatment."

Xun Can nodded with fascination: "You're still jealous of her."

"You can remember this special treatment, A Yuan, she is really good to me." Mo Fengyi said lightly.

"I sent her to be buried that day...I saw her covered in bruises...I really wanted to tear up that princess!" Xun Can slapped the table, startling the guests at the next table. Yi hastily smiled and apologized, saying that he was drunk.

Mo Fengyi sighed and said: "Jiang Zhi has already pleaded guilty to the law, and in the eyes of Nanshi people... A Yuan betrayed her relatives."

Xun Can's third glass of wine had bottomed out: "Obviously her relatives abandoned her, causing her to be homeless and hungry..."

Mo Feng asked curiously: "Xun Can, are you drunk or not?"

"Alright..." Xun Can's eyes were erratic, but he still focused on Mo Fengyi, "Are you still drinking?"

Mo Fengyi shook his head, his head hurts a little, he really shouldn't drink, why does he get a headache when he drinks alcohol!

Xun Can's vision became more and more blurred until he lost all consciousness.

In the end, Ling Ziming found the two drunks and dragged them back.

County Palace.

Jiang Mang looked at the half-dark sky, propped his head up and drew on the rice paper boredly.

Seeing her decadent appearance, Yuzhi and Xiang Qianrong glanced at each other.

"Amang, the emperor specially asked me to come and see you. It must be very uncomfortable to be detained these days, right?"

Jiang Mang sneered: "Mother, don't you know if I'm comfortable? Didn't you send someone to guard here?"

Xiang Qianrong frowned slightly: "Princess, please be careful with your words."

Yu Zhi didn't care, she just sat down and said, "Are you blaming me?"

"Amang doesn't dare. This is the emperor's decision. He can gift my sister to death with a piece of white silk. Of course, he can also send me away. I don't dare to blame anyone." Jiang Mang wrote the pen, dripping ink from the tip of the pen, staining the fine paper .

Yuzhi sighed helplessly: "Since you know that this is the emperor's decision, you can't say anything more. After all, your current status is not the second princess of the southern style, but the princess of Beiyi's Yunxi, do you understand?"

Jiang Mang said angrily: "It's because I know this that I don't dare to complain! I want to watch you go out to attack my mother clan with my own eyes! Goddamn! Why are you going! Even if my sister did something wrong, it's just a matter of love." But, why did the emperor execute so many people so violently! What else can I do?"

"Do you know why Nanshiguo sent you to Beiyi in the first place? Why didn't the eldest princess go directly to quell the war with relatives?" Yuzhi asked quietly, "Ten years have passed since that battle, and it is also I will go out in command and bring you back to Beiyi, do you remember?"

Jiang Mang naturally doesn't remember anymore, she was only a cardamom year, and she was still a child who was not sensible.

"Why......"

Yu Zhi said coldly: "Because you, the second princess, are the most valued princesses of the Southern Style Kingdom. At the beginning, the Southern Style Kingdom Lord sent you, a saint, to Beiyi as a hostage to show his sincerity. The eldest princess later It's just a foil, it doesn't matter who she marries, the only thing is that she can't marry someone who will rule the world in the future."

Jiang Mang said in a daze: "You mean...the emperor never cared about my sister's marriage...nor did she care if her death would anger Nan Shi... .”

"That's right, Jiang Zhi is just a pawn in the southern style. But you are different. The people in the southern style value you, and we in Beiyi naturally do the same. That's why the emperor asked me to take care of you, and made you the princess, and even the daily necessities of life." Same respect as the princess."

Jiang Mang squinted his eyes and roared angrily: "That's why... that's why I can live in Beiyi... It's just because I am more important as a pawn! No one really cares about me! It's been many years, but it's just a pawn like my sister!"

Yu Zhi slapped the table: "Aman! Don't be confused! Did you treat you badly in Beiyi for so many years? Don't forget, it was your father who sent you here willingly!"

"So do I deserve this? I thought my sister and I could bring peace between the two countries, but in the end it was just a joke! I am useless! I was even taken as a hostage and threatened my people!"

Snapped!

Jiang Mang's face was slapped to the other side, and Yu Zhi was so angry that she couldn't control her hand at all.

Yu Zhi clenched the right hand that hit her just now, and said forcefully: "Today is the big day of Ying's family, so the emperor allowed me and Rong'er to come and see you, I don't want to quarrel with you."

Jiang Mang's tears rolled down like nothing worth money: "It's... other people's big day... It's ridiculous... I used to dream of marrying His Highness the Crown Prince. .....I still feel sorry for not being able to marry him at the beginning! I should be grateful! Otherwise, I will definitely be scolded by my clan members now!"

Yuzhi looked at her goddaughter who was on the verge of despair and sighed: "At first, I couldn't marry the prince because the queen mother died of illness and needed to be cut off for three years, but now it's different. The war between the South and the North may still depend on you to calm it down." .”

Jiang Mang said with tears in his eyes, "...what?"

"This expedition is inevitable. Even if the crown prince is unwilling to go to war, he can't stop the emperor, but you don't want Nanshi to suffer heavy losses, right? You must know that no one deserves to die in a war, and no one deserves to die. The so-called death for the country is for glory, but it is just an excuse to trick the soldiers into killing the enemy, who is really willing to die on the battlefield, shrouded in horse leather?" Yu Zhi squinted at Jiang Mang, who was pear blossom and raining, "You still want to marry For His Royal Highness, this is a matter that was decided by the two countries a long time ago."

"...Godmother, now that the two countries are about to go to war, isn't it a joke for me to marry him!"

Yuzhi's voice was steady: "Early before the last war, your father had intended to betroth you to Prince Beiyi! Even if you were still young at that time, even if the second prince had not been established as the prince, your Fate is sealed! Unless you really want to hurt both sides, this marriage will only be postponed and not cancelled."

Jiang Mang sat down dejectedly: "Really...he doesn't want to marry me, it's been so many years...does he still want to marry me?"

"It has nothing to do with whether you are willing or not. You are the descendants of the royal families of the two countries. Marriage is not a child's play. Even if there is a war today, even if there are countless casualties in the two countries today! In order for the people to live a peaceful life tomorrow, you must get married! "

Jiang Mang murmured: "But I don't want to marry anymore... I really like His Royal Highness... But I don't want to marry him anymore..."

Yuzhi gave Xiang Qianrong a look, and Xiang Qianrong put a tube in front of Jiang Mang.

"This is a family letter from the Nan-style king. You have written many letters over the years, but the emperor forbids them to be passed on. You finally allowed it before you got married, and now you finally have a reply."

Jiang Mang's eyes lit up, and he opened it hastily, but there were only a few words, telling her to stay in Beiyi with peace of mind and never want to come back.

Jiang Mang took a deep breath, just grabbed the parchment, and then tore it up with all his might, without even looking at it again.

It seems that it was all decided long ago.

In the 23rd year of Yuanxu, Nanshiguo and Beiyi went to war again. Emperor Ronghe personally sent the Qingfeng Army to fight against it. General Jiagui Yushi was appointed as the commander, and General Lianshuo Li was the deputy commander. .

The first day of the first winter month of the same year was the Winter Clothes Festival. Emperor Ronghe specially planned to go to the northern suburbs to welcome the winter ceremony on the first day of the new year to pray for the army and comfort the souls of the deceased soldiers.

"October Shuo, Qin Suishou, send cold clothes..." Ling Ziming muttered to pack his clothes, "Why didn't the emperor hold the winter ceremony with such a big fanfare in the past few years, and this year is so active? All the officials are called to go, and it is really troublesome to leave the imperial city, and the prince is also busy."

Mo Feng smiled lightly: "Why, do you feel sorry for him?"

"How can there be..."

Xun Can said: "Isn't it because the army is going to fight at this time? To win a lottery and pray for the army can be regarded as letting the people see that the emperor attaches great importance to this war."

Ling Ziming pursed his lips and said disdainfully: "The Cold Clothes Festival was originally to worship the ancestors, to show filial piety, and not to forget one's duty. How could it have something to do with the army's expedition? Isn't this just selling dog meat on a pedestal?"

"Tsk, what nonsense are you talking about?" Mo Fengyi was lying on the bed with a thermos in his arms, "The Emperor also named my name during the winter ceremony ceremony, but the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty seemed not very happy about it. The relationship between Jianghu and the imperial court is also in jeopardy now, I think the emperor may also intend to win me over, which can be regarded as an end to the previous smuggling and collusion."

Ling Ziming said thoughtfully: "Then this winter ceremony is very important? What do you mean?"

Mo Fengyi shrugged his shoulders and said: "Of course we must follow the emperor's wishes and reconcile with the imperial court. Don't you understand why the emperor agreed to let Xiaoxiao marry Ying Chaosheng? And he even issued a special decree to announce it to the world. This is Jiang Hu. The connection with the imperial court, otherwise, for a girl like Xiaoxiao who came from a commoner family, how could my aunt be willing to make her his wife?"

"Are you thinking too much...Princess Liyao really likes to smile. I have been to Yingfu before, and she doesn't seem to be pretending to smile." Ling Ziming slightly He frowned.

"I didn't say she had any objections to Xiaoxiao, but Ying Chaosheng is different from his father who only reads sage books. He is a man of official career, and my aunt also knows this. The girls from various families who were looking for him before It will be of great benefit to his promotion in the future, but then he immediately agreed to marry Xiaoxiao as his wife, don’t you think it’s too fast?”

Ling Ziming silently rolled his eyes, feeling helpless at Mo Feng's inexplicable reasoning: "That's the case, as long as their family smiles at each other, okay? What are you struggling with?"

Mo Fengyi said annoyedly: "I didn't bother with this...it's just...I don't think I should stay in the imperial city anymore...Old Pei told me before that those people There's movement again."

Ling Ziming's expression froze: "Mofu Mountain? Or Tangjiabao?"

"It's not just them."

Ling Ziming paused in his movements: "Go back to Pan Xiaotai?"

"Let's talk about it...after this Winter Welcome Ceremony, I don't want to think about anything right now..."

Ling Ziming looked at the winter coat in his hand, but clenched it tightly and said nothing.

Mo Fengyi squinted his eyes and said, "Do you still remember what Kun Tongyao told me earlier?"

Ling Ziming froze for a moment and realized: "Is the empress? Do you want this kind of slanderous nonsense?"

"But he's not the only one saying that..." Mo Fengyi said blankly, "It's even like this in my dream."

Ling Ziming said nervously: "Are you dreaming again? Are you still dreaming about your mother?"

"Not only her...but also my father, I always feel that it's not a dream but my memory...but I really can't remember anything."

Ling Ziming forced a smile: "Then don't think about it, why bother yourself? Didn't Mrs. Xingci say that this is your body protecting you, otherwise you will be in more pain now... ..”

Mo Fengyi lay on his back and stared at the roof: "Why did I forget..."

After speaking, Mo Fengyi became even more irritable, and started kicking the quilt, kicking the collapsed small table to the ground.

Ling Ziming sat beside him, took his hand and said: "Okay, okay, vent your anger like a child."

Mo Fengyi covered his head in the pillow, and roared in a muffled voice: "I'm so bored! I'm so bored!"

"Hey brother!" Ling Ziming slapped him on the back, "Don't move, you should catch a cold!"

Mo Fengyi really settled down, but he still lay down on the quilt and buried his face.

Ling Ziming seemed to be used to it, and got up to pack him as if resigned to his fate, and pulled the quilt from under his body to cover him again.

Mo Fengyi lay on the ground with his eyes closed for a while, then suddenly opened his eyes as if they were shining, and sat up suddenly, Ling Ziming was startled: "You are a fraud!"

"I thought of someone..." Mo Fengyi sat cross-legged in a daze, "She can definitely help me...Only she won't lie to me..."

Ling Ziming's heart trembled a few times, and he asked carefully: "Who is it..."

"Isn't the winter ceremony set up to worship the ancestors? You'll know that day." Mo Fengyi stared at the ground, and suddenly smiled, "I'm going to visit my mother that day."

"To the imperial mausoleum? It's very far away, can you come and go in time?" Ling Ziming watched as Mo Fengyi quickly got down on the bed, put on his shoes and ran out.

Mo Fengyi rubbed her head: "Look, this is the last chance."