Married to a nemesis

Eunuch Li gently placed the ginseng tea bowl on the table, thought for a while, and said: "There are still nine days left to return to the emperor."

Immediately after Zhou Huang finished his reply, he asked again: "Has there not been any letter from the court recently?"

Eunuch Li bent over: "No."

"Nian'er has been gone for more than two months, right?" Zhou Huang stopped writing and looked up at the candlelight in the distance.

I don't know if anyone has arrived, and no letter has been sent back.

"Forget it, it's been 65 days." Eunuch Li sensed that Emperor Zhou was thinking about the prince, so he suggested slowly, "If the emperor is worried, why don't you write a letter to the prince and ask him personally. gone."

"It's fine if you don't write a letter to your father, but I have to write to him." Zhou Huang remembered the prince who hadn't seen him for a long time, with a wry smile on his mouth, he picked up his pen again, "Besides, writing a letter is a woman's own thoughts. I didn't have that much thoughtfulness when I wrote it, that's their business."

Eunuch Li didn't know if Emperor Zhou was angry.

After Emperor Zhou lowered his head, Eunuch Li felt that the sound of insects outside had quieted down, and the hall was completely silent, so he couldn't help but hold his breath.

It was the first time that the emperor and the crown prince had such a long time apart.

In the past, no matter how busy the palace affairs were, Emperor Zhou would take time to visit Prince Zhou.

It seems that looking at the prince can cure insomnia.

Eunuch Li just stood aside and watched Emperor Zhou approve the memorial. Half an hour passed before Emperor Zhou was busy with government affairs.

After Emperor Zhou finished drinking the ginseng soup, the bell outside the palace rang.

Eunuch Li bent over to help Emperor Zhou tidy up the folded papers that fell on the ground, his voice was as soft as the wind: "It's time, the emperor should go to bed."

Emperor Zhou looked at the dark night outside the window: "Eunuch Li, if you meet me again, I won't be able to sleep."

Another hour passed before the candles in Emperor Zhou's bedroom went out.

But on the other side of the border, in the tent where Prince Zhou was staying, the candles were still burning.

There was a boy in black who was falling asleep at his desk. The flames wrapped around his body, casting a layer of warm yellow light.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and a general in gold armor with blood spots all over hurriedly walked in. He first glanced at Pei Qian who was standing in the corner, and then said anxiously to Yuan Ji Nian: " Report to Your Highness, the Song army has just attacked our camp, and our army has suffered heavy casualties."

In the past, Pei Qian was responsible for everything in the army, and he knew that Prince Zhou couldn't help much, but in terms of status, he had to tell Prince Zhou first.

"Okay." Yuan Ji Nian got up from the desk, raised his head and rubbed his sore neck, "Take me to have a look."

"This..." The general who notified was a little uncertain, and turned his head to cast a questioning look at Pei Qian.

A few days ago, Emperor Zhou wrote to say that he must always ensure the safety of Prince Zhou. The battle outside is still fierce. If something happens to His Royal Highness, they will also be sent to be buried with him.

"Prepare the horse." Pei Qian's face was calm, and she still looked confident.

Yuan Ji Nian naturally followed him out.

However, Pei Qian stood still and turned her face sideways. The faint candlelight softened the outline of half of her face, but with the green clothes and sneering tone, the night was chilled three points: "Your Highness pampers you, and your body is dignified. , How can you let the blood splash on His Highness's clothes, if His Highness is unfortunately scared and needs protection, you should stay in the tent obediently."

It is obvious that people are useless so don't make trouble.

The people who came were all Song people, so Yuan Ji Nian had to take care of them.

He walked up to Pei Qian in a few steps, strangled him to death tens of thousands of times in his heart, and smiled on his face: "But I also want to see Mr. Pei's heroic posture in killing the enemy."

I just want to see you defeated and devastated.

The general who was reporting next to him looked at Pei Qian's face, worried about the status of the prince, and was anxious, but he didn't dare to intervene.

Hurry up, the two masters, everyone will be dead by the time it passes.

"Okay." Pei Qian seemed to have thought of something, and an inexplicable light flashed in her eyes, "Then prepare two horses."

The general has pulled two horses over.

"Mr. Pei and I share a horse."

Yuan Ji Nian remembered that at the racecourse, someone said that Prince Zhou could not ride a horse.

Pei Qian was deliberately testing him.

In Da Zhou's situation, he was like wearing a tiger's skin and entering the tiger's den alone. He had to be on guard all the time. If one day the skin on his body fell off, his identity would be exposed, and it would be over sooner or later.

And now Pei Qian looks at him more and more like a person who has mixed into their group, and his every move is being watched by Pei Qian.

Pei Qian sat under the horse for a long time in silence, stretched out her clothes, and got on the horse.

Yuan Ji Nian looked at the horse's back, obviously able to turn it up by himself, but in order not to reveal his identity and fit the character of Prince Zhou, he had to pretend to be weak.

Forget it, he can only feel wronged for himself.

"Master Pei, I can't go up, can you give me a hand?" Yuan Jinian looked up at Pei Qian, only to see the man's jaw raised proudly, his clean and slender neck raised, standing like a flower branch. .

Too proud.

After waiting for a long time, Yuan Ji Nian finally received a hand from Pei Qian.

The owner of the hand didn't even look at him, and he acted reluctantly, asking him to put down his hand was like killing him.

But right now it doesn't matter that much.

Yuan Jinian took his hand, stepped on the horse's stirrup, and sat behind Pei Qian.

Pei Qian ignored him completely, and the horse drove so fast that Yuan Ji Nian felt like she was going to fall.

"Let go." Pei Qian froze, her voice came coldly, and the horse slowed down a lot.

Yuan Ji Nian's hands came down from Pei Qian's waist belatedly.

If it weren't for riding so fast, which blind person would want to touch you.

However, when Yuan Ji Nian stopped, he still lowered his head to pay attention.

Under the cyan jade belt tightly girding the small waist of such a few feet, it should be able to hold it with one hand.

This is probably the so-called Yingying grip, but... a man with such a slender waist is probably suffering from kidney deficiency?

Pei Qian stared at the flames in the distance without squinting, and there was a dark arrow waiting to be fired under her sleeve.

The horse stopped, its tail was wagging, its ears were pricked up, and the sound of fighting ahead became louder and louder.

In the dark night where blood and murderous intent surged, one side of the sky was lit with fire, and Yuan Jinian's eyes and mind also moved to the place where the war horses were whining.

Pei Qian's legs caught the horse's belly, and the horse's hooves stepped on the wind, rushing directly into the chaotic battlefield.

The corpses lying on the ground under the horseshoes, depending on the attire, belonged to Song Jun and Zhou Jun.

But most of them are Song Bing.

Many Song soldiers with sharp knives rushed towards them, and Yuan Jinian subconsciously squeezed a jade pendant around his waist.

With a glance, he saw many familiar faces.

Yuan Ji Nian never imagined that one day he would see the team he trained with his own hands pointing a sword at him.

But he couldn't complain.

His shell is the prince of Zhou, a man of Zhou, an enemy of Song Dynasty, so it is natural to kill him.

Several blue rays of light flew out in front of him, pierced through the night, and accurately pierced the neck of Song Bing who was running over.

A group of people fell in response, holding blood-stained swords in their hands, and the fire and other people's blood were reflected in their eyes that hadn't closed in time, without a trace of expression, like a bottomless pool of stagnant water.

Yuan Ji Nian could only look at Pei Qian's back, he no longer had the courage to look at the corpse on the ground: "Young Master Pei, won't you let me get off the horse?"

Pei Qian turned his back to Yuan Ji Nian, his delicate lips curled up in a sneering sneer, and a look of contempt flashed in his eyes.

A delicate hand reached his chest, and Yuan Jinian was pushed off the horse by that hand.

"Why are you so careless, Your Highness?" Pei Qian sat on the horse and asked reproachfully, with anticipation in her eyes.

The Crown Prince that Pei Qian was talking about was like a piece of meat exuding fragrance, which immediately attracted the attention of all the Song soldiers around.

"The dog prince of the enemy country is here, kill him!" A fierce voice not far away pierced through the neighing of horses and the shouts of people yelling to kill.

Yuan Ji Nian was thrown off his horse and lay on the ground. There was an eager sound of hooves in his ears, and they were galloping towards him neatly.

Pei Qian's horse passed by him slowly, the horse's hoof kicked the dust on his face, and the horse's tail was still dangling from side to side on his face, which was consistent with the master's proud expression.

The man on the horse didn't look back, and walked away from his head with the horse.

Yuan Ji Nian felt infinite humiliation.

Even a horse would insult him!

What a Pei Qian, in order to test whether he knows martial arts, he just left him here to fend for himself, ruthless.

The author has something to say: Yuan Ji Nian: Today is the day he was cheated by his wife, and he must be taught to be a good man in the future!

I have an inspiration for my next book! !

Who would have known that my broken and old mobile phone with a small memory and slow response just crashed yesterday, I couldn’t even turn it on, and I couldn’t retrieve all kinds of information

but!After talking with my friends today, an idea suddenly flashed in my mind, and it has something to do with this mobile phone. I have already thought about the name of the next book, and it is called "The Demon King Has a Little Puppet"

The source of inspiration for this book is that I was the group leader in another class before school started, and I almost became the sports committee of another class. Then when I was talking to my friends, I suddenly thought of the stalk of being an emperor in an enemy country, but being an emperor is a bit involved. So in the end it was decided to be the prince of the enemy country!

Sure enough, inspiration comes from life!

2020-08-04