His Majesty And Ministers

The army outside the city crushed the city, and the shouts of killing shook the sky.

In the yard, just after the drizzle, Li Tingqiu knelt on one knee on the wet bluestone slab and said, "I will take my leave."

Jing Ye leaned over and put his hands on his cold shoulder armor.

Li Tingqiu paused, raised his head, Jing Ye said: "Be careful, don't love to fight."

He gave a little help, and Li Tingqiu stood up.

Jing Ye was wearing a long cloak, the brim of the crimson hat made his complexion pale, and a few strands of forehead hair fell between his eyebrows.

Li Tingqiu's eyes darkened, and he couldn't help but stepped forward and said: "Chen..." Several generals behind him hurriedly stopped him: "General Li, it's too late if you don't leave."

Li Tingqiu had no choice but to get out of the hospital and mount his horse, all the way to the east gate.

Jing Ye stood where he was, watching the accompanying generals salute and leave.

The sound of horseshoes gradually faded away, and the sound of killing could be heard in the distance from the west.

Jing Ye stood quietly, and after a while, the rain fell from the sky, and there was another light rain, Ye Mao took an umbrella and hurried out of the eaves, covering Jing Ye's head.

"It's going to rain heavily, Your Majesty, let's go back to the house."

Hearing this, Jing Ye turned around and returned to the room before entering the door. He felt dizzy and staggered. If Ye Mao hadn't supported him, he would have fallen to the ground.

Ye Mao hurriedly helped him up, covered him with a blanket, and ordered the maidservants to add to the fire.

Jing Ye leaned on the leading pillow, watching him busy, and gradually fell asleep.

Before I knew it, it was evening, and the birds outside the window were weary.

A tame pigeon flapped its wings and sat on the window sill as usual.

Ye Mao, who was ordering dinner, saw this, and hurriedly signaled the maid to step back, and went to get the paper roll on the white pigeon's leg.

"Your Majesty, the capital has sent a message."

Jing Ye was exhausted, half dreaming and half awake, when he heard the voice, "Read."

When Ye Mao unfolded it, his heart sank.

Jing Ye tilted his head and said, "Still reading?"

Ye Mao tightened his throat and said, "Mr. Xu's treason..."

Jing Ye opened his eyes.

"Eighty thousand imperial troops have been dispatched to put down the chaos first." Ye Mao continued, "Go northwest quickly."

In the northwest, outside Yingzhou City, there is a canyon outside here. The terrain is dangerous and there are few people walking. At this moment, tens of thousands of troops are passing through in several ways.

It was noon, and the army took a rest by the stream in the valley to light a fire and cook.

Feng Ling tied the horse to the tree trunk by the stream, and washed his face with water. The stream water was clear, reflecting his tired expression.

"My lord." The soldier who followed him brought lunch and said with a smile, "I just made it and it's still warm. It's much better than the cold dry food a few days ago. You can try it."

"Thank you." Feng Ling took it and took a bite. In the past, there were all kinds of delicacies in the palace banquets in the palace, but now it seems that this mouthful of hot rice is not as good as it is.

Xiao Bing was squatting at the side, Fengling asked him: "Have you ever eaten?"

Xiaobing quickly nodded: "Eat it, it's delicious."

Feng Ling smiled and said, "What are you always looking at me for?"

The little soldier said: "I joined the army at the age of 14. I have been a soldier for two years. I have never seen a civil servant like an adult go to the battlefield. My mother said that a noble person like an adult should sit at home, drink tea and write, and should not come here. , crawling in the mud."

Feng Ling couldn't help laughing: "Your mother is wrong, serving the country as an official and being loyal to the emperor..." When the word "jun" was mentioned, she was slightly startled, and laughed at herself, "...Forget it, useless as a scholar."

Xiao Bing is a smart man, seeing that he has a gentle temperament and is not as arrogant as ordinary officials, he asked him a lot, and he was talking vigorously, when he heard footsteps behind him, he turned around and saw that it was General Yang Ziran, who was so frightened that he quickly saluted and said hello, and ran away with his head covered up.

Yang Ziran saw that he seemed to be running away, and wondered: "How come you can dance with you and forget yourself when you see me, but you are like avoiding cats and mice."

Feng Ling smiled: "You frightened many people during your military training, not just this one."

Yang Ziran shook his head, sat by the stream with him, and said: "You said that you are asking for trouble if you follow me to march thousands of miles instead of serving as a noble scholar?"

Feng Ling said: "When a man cultivates himself and governs his family, how can he study martial arts?"

Yang Ziran snorted coldly: "What is self-cultivation and Qi family? I still want to ask you, what's wrong with my Ying'er? You don't want to marry her, and you come here to hide from the marriage. It's not my exaggeration. Virtuous, know astronomy from the top and geography from the bottom..."

Fengling got a headache when he heard Taotao kept praising her sister, she hurriedly got up and said, "General Situ asked me to draw a map, let's go first."

"Don't run away, tell me clearly, which one do you like..."

Feng Ling was blocked by him, so she said, "At the turn of ten days."

Yang Ziran: "...?"

On the second day, he came out of the canyon and walked hundreds of miles into the city gate of Yingzhou. Feng Ling got off his horse and carried his luggage. Yesterday's soldier came to help him lead the horse and said with a smile, "My lord, what is that thing you are holding in your right hand? You never let go of it all the way." Pass."

Feng Ling said: "Paint."

Xiao Bing said: "It's not good to keep the painting at home? It's hard to memorize, and it's easy to break."

Feng Ling tightened her hand holding the painting, and said, "I can't bear it."

The two of them walked to the gate of the city, and there was a sound of horseshoes in the distance. When they turned their heads, they saw a big red flag embroidered with a machete and a bright moon.

Feng Ling saw that the cavalry in this cavalry were dressed differently and did not look like ordinary soldiers. They were all upright and agile, and couldn't help being surprised. The soldier explained: "These are ten cavalry from Pingyue City, not us. official army."

Ten rides per month.

Although Feng Ling is a scholar, she has heard of this name quite a lot. People all over the world say that wherever Pingyue's cavalry goes, there is absolutely no defeat.

While thinking about it, he heard the little soldier yelling "My lord, be careful!" Before he could react, he was swept to the side of the road by the wind of the whip thrown to his side.

Feng Ling rolled around in the dust, extremely embarrassed, got up coughing, and saw a white horse in front of him, on which sat a young man in red clothes, holding a broken iron long whip, with a fierce expression on his face.

Feng Ling glanced at him, then lowered her head and suddenly felt that her right hand was empty and the painting was gone.

"You're looking for it?"

Feng Ling looked for the painting on the ground, the young man raised his hand, and the scroll unfolded from top to bottom.

The person in the painting is Jing Ye, the young man is lying on the couch taking a nap under the afternoon sun, with warm brows and eyes.

Feng Ling stepped forward and said, "This is me..."

"When it is in the hands of the master, it is the master's." The young man put the painting back and said with a sneer, "I haven't asked you yet, why is there someone from the master in the painting you drew?"

Southwest, Bixue Pass.

Seventeen days later, the Xirong army retreated in a hurry when they learned that the rear camp had been attacked.Of the [-] elites that Li Tingqiu took away, less than [-] came back, although the rest survived, they were all wounded.

Li Tingqiu was seriously injured and did not wake up.

Jing Ye and General He sat in the hall.

Old General He took a sip of wine: "When you go to the battlefield, you are not born or die."

Ye Mao came in and bowed, "Your Majesty, the imperial physician is out."

Upon hearing this, Jing Ye got up and walked out.

Old General He got up and saluted, watched him walk out quickly, sighed and said, "Pay back what you owe, what a bad debt."

When Jing Ye entered the room, Li Tingqiu was still in a coma, and the servants were packing up the blood-stained clothes and clean basins. When they saw Jing Ye coming in, they bowed to the ground and left quietly.

Jing Ye went a few steps and sat on the stool beside the bed.

Li Tingqiu lay there unconscious, with his eyes closed, his lips turned white, and his upper body was covered with bandages, with blood seeping in some places.

Jing Ye looked at him for a while and said, "Just for that hydrangea?"

The room was quiet.

After a long time, Jing Ye sighed slightly, stood up and turned to leave.Suddenly I heard this person muttering: "Xia..."

Jing Ye turned to look at him.His lips parted slightly, as if he had something to say to the sleeping person.

After all, I was speechless.

"Xia?" Jing Ye read aloud, looked back at him, and finally walked out.

The door slammed shut.

The person on the bed moved his fingertips slightly and opened his eyes.