Politics and Non-Politics - Desire

As soon as Han Fei entered the room, he saw Ying Zheng standing in front of the window in uniform, wiping the sky with a brocade handkerchief. He raised his eyes and smiled at him, "Are you going to leave?"

Ying Zheng nodded, his long and narrow phoenix eyes were shining brightly, his tall and straight body seemed to come from ancient times, he walked up to the clean and dusty purple clothes, took his soft and cool hand, and pressed it against his forehead, "wait me back."

"Okay! I'll take the prince out." Han Fei replied softly.

Holding his hand, he walked outside the gate of the mansion.It is such a pair of slender hands that wrote the article that has fascinated me so far, and at this moment, these hands are in my palms.

Hold your hand and grow old together.

This is the simplest wish and the humblest wish between two people who love each other.

During this short journey, Ying Zheng sincerely hopes that this road will never end, so that he can always hold his hand.

However, after a song ends, people will eventually disperse. Is there any road in the world that has no end?

Han Fei's footsteps stopped abruptly at a hundred steps from the gate of the mansion, and Ying Zheng looked at him puzzled.

Suddenly, his waist tightened, and that person leaned against his back, hugging his waist tightly from behind.

"I'm waiting for you."

Ying Zheng didn't say anything, but nodded heavily in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Han Fei let go of his hand calmly, and watched as his firm and straight back gradually disappeared into the vast afterglow, leaving only a small red spot on the cape that was as dazzling as blood...

Ying Ling sat in the pavilion in the middle of the lake, cast a little bit of bait, and scrambled for the free food that fell from the sky. He smiled and watched the fish playing with each other in the lower reaches of the lake, and his usually pale face also showed some color.

Concubine Li came from Tingting from a distance, and saw her son who was obsessed with feeding fish at a glance. A face with heavy makeup could not help but show off, and it seemed that even the wrinkles were jumping a little bit, with the unique softness of motherhood. Called loudly, "Ling'er!"

Hearing the familiar call, Ying Ling turned her head, with joy on her face, she hurried over to support her mother, "Why didn't the concubine wait for Ling'er to find you by herself?"

Gently patted Ying Ling's hand that supported him, and replied, "It's nothing serious about me."

The mother and son sat down in the pavilion, and the warm breeze blew slowly, and the little red roses fell on the lake, stirring up little waves.

It was only then that Ying Ling noticed that behind Concubine Li was a beautiful young girl about fifteen years old, dressed in plain clothes, with a small and fair oval face, her eyes were like autumn water, and she looked like a heavenly figure.

Noticing his gaze, Concubine Li smiled slightly and said, "This is Ning Yan, what does Ling'er think?"

Ying Ling couldn't help but nodded, "The bright moon in the clouds is definitely a beautiful woman!"

The undisguised praise made the girl called Ningyan blush all of a sudden, blessed her body, her pink face was shy, and her voice was as sweet as an oriole singing, and said: "It is better to have mountains outside the mountains. The third prince is absurd, the little girl is just a person with no talent."

"Not only is she outstanding in appearance, she is also full of poetry and books, and is smart enough to take on great responsibilities." Concubine Li looked at Ning Yan beside her with satisfaction.

Ying Ling picked up the teacup, sniffed it lightly, and said slowly, "Then you can serve the Eighth Prince next to him. It just so happens that a servant beside him died just now."

"The Eighth Prince's personality is a little out of character. You should be by his side to advise him a lot, and you should always urge him to study, so that Concubine Shu will feel at ease." Ying Ling took a sip of tea and continued.

"Ning Yan was born in the south of the Yangtze River, and the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River is as picturesque as a painting. Although Yue'er is a prince and aristocrat, she has always been fascinated by such beautiful scenery." Concubine Li stared at Ning Yan's jade-like delicate face with deep eyes, "Do you understand? "

Ning Yan nodded obediently, and replied earnestly: "From now on, my little girl will definitely supervise the Eighth Prince to study, and won't let the empress bother."

Ying Ling waved his hand to signal Ning Yan to back down, and waited until the person walked away before asking, "Won't Concubine Mother tell her the specifics?"

Concubine Li shook her head, with a smile on her face, and said: "As long as I can share the worries of your concubine Shumu, there is no need for this."

"Really?" Ying Ling followed his mother with a smile on his face.

Staring at the pale faces of her parents and children, Concubine Li was worried, and asked softly, "Is your body okay?"

Seeing her mother's worried expression, Ying Ling held Concubine Li's hand reassuringly, "My son is fine."

"He said it's okay! It's been several months, and his hands are still so cold!" Concubine Li held his hand instead, and continued, "It seems that I should try to find a quack doctor. The doctor's name is..."

"Mother absolutely can't!" Ying Ling quickly stopped Concubine Li's words, and said in a low voice, seemingly helpless, "Not to mention whether it can be cured, even if it can, now is not the time."

Concubine Li sighed, her brows frowning lightly, she didn't know that the time hadn't come yet.However, seeing her parents and children suffering from diseases all year round, as a mother, she wished she could take her place.But the reality is that I can't do anything about it. This kind of worry is like boiling a frog in warm water. I know it clearly, but I can't resist it at all...

Noticing her mother's obviously depressed mood, Ying Ling quickly changed the subject with a smile, "Mother, concubine, you know that the West Qin and Liao Rong are about to fight the North Falcon and Lou Yi allied forces."

Concubine Li nodded, sensitively noticed her son's intentions, her heart was full of warmth, "Is Zheng'er leading the army?"

"Yes." Ying Ling stood with his hands behind his back, looking at the distant and blue sky, and said slowly, "The patron saint of China, everyone says so."

Yingzheng led the army to the north, and the army was divided into three groups: the left, the right, and the middle. Looking around, the banners covered the sky, and the spears and spears looked like forests. The young faces were full of determination and confidence, and the military was extremely prosperous.

Jia Ting and Meng Qi rode on the two sides of Yingzheng respectively, and asked, "Have you thought about which generals we will send to lead the army this time, my lord?"

"Just send the group who have just been promoted to generals." Ying Zheng replied decisively.

Although the answer is the same as I expected, I still can't help but feel a little bit puzzled, "Would it be a bit too risky to send all the new generals...?"

"What's the risk! How can you make progress if you don't let go of your hands and feet." Ying Zheng looked at the sunset in the distance, his eyes full of fighting pride, "Besides, we are still behind them, so there is nothing to be afraid of!"

Meng Qi also followed suit, "Your Highness is right!" Then he teased Jia Ting, saying: "Could it be that General Jia is afraid of being robbed of credit?"

When Jia Ting heard this, his eyes were like bells, and he retorted loudly, "When did my old Jia become such a narrow-minded person! On the contrary—" Jia Ting talked quickly and accidentally drew the fire to Ying On Zheng Zheng, "My lord, don't feel itchy for a while, beat up those bastard grandchildren early, when the time comes..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Jia Ting received a cold slap from Ying Zheng, and his desire to survive made him shut his mouth immediately.Immediately put on a "beautiful smile", "Mo, Mo, Mo means, uh, this, they still have to learn a lot from the prince... Hahahahaha" laughed a few times, Jia Ting I can't wait to find a seam in the ground and get in, I blame myself for being stupid...

Yingzheng's eyes were even more frosty, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, "Jia Ting, are you itchy?"

Although Ying Zheng has an excellent appearance, he is always unsmiling and always gives people a sense of unpredictable power.These subordinates want to see his smile on weekdays, it's like a flash in the pan.

Meng Qi watched this rare scene from the sidelines, and he laughed!He laughed!He actually laughed!Carefully looking at Ying Zheng's face, trying to minimize his presence, he couldn't help giving Jia Ting a thumbs up in his heart, General Jia is really a real man!But at the same time, he silently lit a candle in his heart for Jia Ting.Brother Jia, it's not that brothers don't help you, but that the prince is not easy to mess with!Uh... Speaking of which, I really want to know how the prince will clean up this thing that is not afraid of death?