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Two months later, Duanwangfu, the capital of Nanpang Kingdom.

Several courtiers who came to discuss the government affairs with King Duan stood up and bowed to King Duan, and finally planned to leave. King Duan sat in front of the table and nodded to them with a faint smile.

The courtier said: "My lord has to pay attention to his body, he seems to have lost a lot of weight recently."

Several other courtiers also nodded, looking concerned.

Since the age of 15, the prince has been fond of his family and caring about his brother, so he doesn't stay in the capital much. He spends twelve months in a year, and it is estimated that he spends ten months at the border, learning about the enemy's situation, practicing military affairs, and other countries Exchanges and exchanges and defense against foreign enemies can be described as worrying about the country and the people.

Nan Pang can not be invaded by foreign enemies, not engulfed by the haze of subjugation, and has the current stability and peace. It can almost be said that King Duan survived night after night. He is already worried and weak. This month is good. It is easy to come back from the desolate and barren frontier. They used to be able to rest and enjoy a day or two in the capital, but they did not expect to lose a lot of weight.

Even the line of the jaw became clearer and tighter, and people always looked a little tired.

It wasn't haggard either, they talked in private, but Wen Jun looked a lot brighter.

Weird.

Jiang Huaichu waved his hand and said softly, "No problem, thank you for your concern, I will pay attention to it."

Only then did the courtiers heave a sigh of relief, and one of them exchanged glances with the others, and said with a smile: "My lord is going to marry a wife soon, it's rare for us to see him once, so we should congratulate him first, so that we can be happy."

Jiang Huaichu paused, and said with a smile, "Thank you."

The atmosphere was harmonious and harmonious, several courtiers exchanged a few words with Jiang Huaichu, and then went out like a spring breeze. The door just closed, Jiang Huaichu grabbed the plain handkerchief on the table, bent down and retched.

The concubine saw this scene as soon as she came in, and she felt distressed for a moment, but she still remembered to close the door tightly, walked quickly behind the young prince, stroked his back to comfort him, and asked softly, "Is it important?"

Jiang Huaichu got better, panted lightly, and slowly shook his head.

The concubine said angrily, "Why is it still like this after three months?"

Jiang Huaichu waved his hands and said with a smile, "It's much better."

The concubine looked sad and sighed distressedly.

As soon as the little prince was pregnant, he bumped all the way and went back to the capital after several twists and turns. During the month of riding in the carriage, it could be said that he vomited almost every day. His imperial brother was also ruthless, angry with Xiao Yun, and even hated him With Xiao Yun's child in his belly, he just cared about Jiang Huaichu not caring about the child. No matter how much he tried to persuade him, it was useless. He didn't ask the carriage to slow down for a whole day, and he never stopped to rest.

Finally returned to Duanwang Mansion, the capital of the country, was taken care of by people, and the fetus became more stable, she didn't vomit much, but she always felt uncomfortable with retching, and it didn't get better until after the first three months, but it wasn't like others Those who are pregnant will feel comfortable after three months, but they will still occasionally feel uncomfortable and retching in the morning.

The concubine said angrily: "If you like to toss people so much, don't be like Xiao Yun."

Jiang Huaichu paused his hand for sorting out the manuscript, and without speaking, he stacked the manuscripts together, stood up and said, "I'll go to Miluo Villa right away, and I may be back in two days."

The concubine nodded helplessly.

The child in the little prince's belly belongs to his Xiao family. The old man already liked the little prince, but now with the child, he likes it even more. He is still a child at the age of 95, and he has no companion. The child was so curious that he wished he could live in Prince Duan's mansion and pester him every day, like an old farmer staring at his crops. After being politely rejected by the young prince, he had no choice but to squat in Miluo Villa and write to him every day. He pretended to be sick and called him to come by crying.

Seeing that Jiang Huaichu was holding a lot of official documents, the concubine immediately reached out to grab them, her tone suddenly severe: "Don't read it after you go! How are you doing every day? If you can't bear it, no one else is like you. You are fine, you stay up all night..."

Jiang Huaichu turned his back to prevent her from robbing her, and said firmly, "It's the last half month, I have to finish it."

Concubine Tai was in a stalemate with him for a while, knowing that he was gentle and obedient on the surface, but in reality he was hard to shake, so she sighed.

The little prince never let her see it, and she also knew that his stomach must be getting bigger. It is midsummer now, Nanpang is in the south, and the weather is much hotter than Daning. She herself wore tulle, but the little prince Still wearing heavy satin.

He is resistant to heat and cold, but it's okay, he doesn't feel uncomfortable, but the loose clothes, heavy and impermeable material and the slightly loose belt probably won't be able to cover his stomach in half a month.

At her age, she has seen many pregnant people, and they are all like this. They don't show much in the first three months, and when they enter the fourth month, their stomachs start to swell.

The little prince himself had his own ideas. Once he came back, he would stay behind closed doors to deal with the backlog of business affairs in the past few months. At the same time, he would pre-arrange the affairs of the next few months, almost without a moment of rest.

He told her that he planned to live in seclusion in Miluo Mountain Villa after three and a half months, and would not come back until after giving birth.

The butler came to remind her that the carriage was ready, Jiang Huaichu nodded to her, and walked out holding the official documents.

The concubine looked at his thinner and thinner back from behind, feeling slightly uncomfortable.

After returning from Daning, the little prince became quieter and even bored. Although he still smiled slightly when he saw people, he was not as vivid and real as when he was in Beining. He put on the human skin mask he used to wear when he was King Duan, and turned back to Duan again. Fang Wang is a reserved and unattainable king. He is calm and unwavering. He seems to make people feel like a spring breeze, but there is an invisible sense of distance that is difficult to approach.

The person is like the moon above the head, the moonlight is clear and soft, but it is actually far away.

This is the invisible requirement and restriction of his identity on his temperament and behavior. There is no way to do it. He doesn't like to tell others what he thinks, and he can't understand what he is thinking.

Right now, he would only stare at her in embarrassment when he was talking about the child with him and clamoring to touch his stomach.

……

In the carriage, there was no one around, Jiang Huaichu blushed, slowly raised his hand on the cushion beside him, and gently touched his stomach.

The curvature there is getting more and more curved day by day, and when you put your hands together tightly, the protrusion is obvious, and you can feel the obvious curvature when you touch it.

Jiang Huaichu turned his eyes away, looked at the bustling market outside the curtain for a while, and then looked down again after a while.

He has to live in harmony with it for twelve hours every day, watching it grow from nothing to a little bit, today it is a little bigger than yesterday, and it is a little more protruding, and it is protruding so much without knowing it.

He has read a lot of medical books, and his stomach is bigger than the usual three-month-old.

It is growing rapidly, it feels so wonderful, full of vitality, a little thing is always with him.

Only his little things.

According to this momentum, I don't know if it can last for half a month.

Jiang Huaichu unconsciously held a smile, and poked it with his slender and white fingertips. The little thing seemed to be confronting revenge, and a retching desire surged in his throat. Jiang Huaichu was used to it, and he pursed his lips and swallowed. , When he calmed down, he whispered: "It's quite arrogant."

These words seemed to remind him of something, the smile on his face stagnated, his eyes faded away in the blink of an eye, and the playful man with slanted brows and thick facial features also disappeared in his mind.

Jiang Huaichu was expressionless.

It was really as if he owed him, he stopped torturing him, and changed to something small to torment him every day to remind him, lest he forget.

What's the point of remembering?Obviously I won't see you again for the rest of my life.

……

Miluo Mountain Villa is located in the territory of Nanpang, on Miluo Mountain not far from Kyoto, and it is only two hours away from Kyoto by horse-drawn carriage.

Because of the relationship between Miluo Villa and Nanpang, people from all over the world can go to Miluo Villa as long as they carry the token of Miluo Villa and go through the investigation of Nanpang defenders to ensure that they will not pose a threat to Nanpang.

The eyeliners scattered throughout the Miluo Villa will also keep an eye on these people secretly, to prevent them from having ulterior motives against Nan Pang, and once found out, they will be shot to death.

With this rule in place, people from all over the world who come to Nanpang to Miluo Villa will keep their own place. After all, it is on other people's territory, and Miluo Villa is famous all over the world for spies and killers.

These outsiders are only allowed to go to Miluo Mountain Villa. If they want to go to the heavily guarded Kyoto, they need to be approved by the Kyoto government.

The carriage was driving on a smooth and open mountain road. In the carriage, Xiao Yun blew a hooligan whistle and lifted the curtain to look at the lush scenery outside: "Master Xie, I haven't been here for many years."

Xie Zhexie looked at Xiao Yun happily following him out for an outing, his expression was indescribable.

At the beginning, he persuaded him to persuade him. Xiao Yun announced that he would personally attack Nanpang when he came to court within an hour, which was something he never expected.

What he didn't expect was that the civil servant who had been at ease for two years was hugging Xiao Yun's thigh and arguing that the country must not have a king for a day, and he would not let him go to the imperial conquest even if he died. The swords and guns that are about to rust, the Ministry of War is mobilizing troops from various places, patted its chest and assured the emperor that the mobilization of troops will be completed in two months, and troops will be dispatched to Nanpang, and they will definitely march to the border of Nanpang in five months. Ning Xiongwei, after a few days of entanglement with the emperor and his courtiers, and another half a month to quickly arrange the government affairs for the next half year, he sneaked out of Beijing with [-] elite soldiers and went straight to Nanpang...

Leaving civil servants, generals, and troops behind.

He could imagine the horror of the Manchu civil and military discovering that the emperor had disappeared the next day.

Xiao Yun only brought him along, and a few courtiers who had a good relationship with Xie Caiqing.

It's okay to be young, but Liu Yun is old enough to ride a fast horse for more than half a month because of Xiao Yun's torment, his buttocks were scratched by the horse, scabs formed, scratched again, and so many times, it has already grown calluses , They finally arrived in Nanpang in less than a month.

Now in order to go to Miluo Mountain Villa, even the only [-] elite soldiers were thrown by Xiao Yun fifty miles outside the city, it was really like an outing.

At last, it was also good. They arrived in Nanpang quietly and quickly. Nanpang probably didn't get the news that Daning was going to attack Nanpang at this moment, and the border was not under martial law against Daning people. Miluo Mountain Villa is also as difficult as reaching the sky.

Xie Zhe said: "The first batch of [-] cavalry in the capital should reach Nanpang in half a month at most. You... are gone. They must have marched quickly. The second batch of cavalry may take a month. A group of soldiers..."

Xiao Yun said impatiently: "Don't be in a hurry, eight thousand is enough."

Xie Zhe said cautiously: "There are more than 20 soldiers and horses in Nanpang..."

"I'm not here to fight!" Xiao Yun paused, and said with a lazy smile, "Of course, if you find Xie Caiqing, it would be good to beat Nan Pang along the way, so that you don't have to look at Jiang Huaiyi's stinky face again. He knelt down and bowed down to my son."

Xie Zhe said more cautiously: "That's only eight thousand..."

Xiao Yun frowned: "What's the hurry? Didn't you say that the first batch will arrive in half a month at most? I just need to wait for half a month in Miluo. That's my ancestor's site, that is, my site. He can Don’t protect me? Doesn’t the ancestor still have more than 20 private soldiers in his hands? No matter how hard he turns his elbows, I’m here. ?”

Xie Zhe heaved a sigh of relief, and was completely at ease: "Then how does Uncle Yun plan to find Xie Caiqing?"

Xiao Yun said lazily: "Isn't Mi Luo's intelligence network all over the world, why don't you just find someone and ask your ancestors directly, the number one in Nanpang is beautiful and capable, and has a close relationship with Jiang Huaiyi, isn't it hard to find?"

Xie Zhe was taken aback, thinking that he was really stupid, with Mi Luo's ability, finding Xie Caiqing was indeed effortless.

"Hey——Xie Zhe, look," Xiao Yun pointed to the outside of the curtain, "Someone went up the mountain with us."

Xie Zhe looked in the direction of Xiao Yun's finger, and on the wide mountain road, driving alongside them was a low-key and extravagant carriage also engraved with Miro's imprint.

Looking at the horse's coat color and figure, you can tell that it is a thousand-mile horse, and the coachman is also a young man with a firm face and a brocade suit.

The man on the carriage is absolutely powerful and rich.

Xiao Yun said: "I don't know which country's dignitaries came to ask the ancestors for medicine."

"No matter how expensive it is, it can't be more expensive than Uncle Yun." Xie Zhe said jokingly.

Just as he was talking, the carriage arrived at the narrowest part of the entire mountain road.

At the innermost side of the mountain road stood a few men wearing clothes with Miro's mark, which should be used to maintain order in this most dangerous section. All of them looked upright, and waved to the two carriages from a long distance, signaling to stop.

Xie Zhe lifted the curtain and watched: "Two cars should not be able to get through."

Xiao Yun said casually: "It's okay, let's give in. As a great grandson, I have to do my best as a landlord, right?"

"His Majesty--"

"Why?" Xiao Yun frowned, "Mi Luo insists on letting us go first?"

After all, his horse is much more expensive than the carriage beside him.

Xie Zhe completely opened the left curtain with an indescribable expression.

The few men outside seemed to be afraid that they would not stop the carriage, so they trotted towards them from a long distance, waving their hands to signal them to stop, and now they had formed a wall of people in front of their carriage. .

The smile on Xiao Yun's face suddenly disappeared, and his face darkened.

Xie Zhe tugged at his sleeve fearfully: "My lord, we won't fight for this advantage—" "I'm going to fight! Fucking blind, who do you look down on! I was going to give in, but now I won't! "Xiao Yun pushed Xie Zhe aside, squeezed himself to the window on the left side of the carriage, and said loudly like thunder, "Hey, all of you come here!"

On the carriage not far ahead, Jiang Huaichu was whispering "The Analects of Confucius" to the child. When the movement of turning the pages stopped, he couldn't help laughing after a few seconds, and he was hallucinating.

The carriage slowly stopped.

Jiang Huaichu raised his head and asked softly, "What's the matter?"

Ruya, who was driving the horse in front, lifted the curtain, and said with a blank expression: "The idiot from an unknown country behind is trying to snatch us through, it's okay, Wen Xing and the others will take care of it soon."

"...I see." Jiang Huaichu said.

Ruya lowered the curtain.

On the other side, several men trotted over.

"Who do you look down on, I want to pass him first!" Xiao Yun put his big arm on the window, pulled aside the curtain with one hand and fixed it on top of his head, sitting in a very luxurious and unrestrained posture, unrestrained and unrestrained.

The men didn't even have the slightest bit of embarrassment on their faces, and said firmly, "No."

Xiao Yun's face darkened suddenly: "Can't you see that my horse is more expensive than his?!"

Wen Xing said apologetically, "It's not because horses are expensive or not. He is the nobleman of our old owner."

Xiao Yun was stunned for a moment, then smiled lazily: "Can he be more expensive than me?"

Wen Xing said without hesitation: "No one is more expensive than him."

Xiao Yun's expression froze, and he untied the token around his waist furiously, and threw it to Wen Xing. Wen Xing hurriedly took it, looked at it, turned his attitude 180 degrees, and bowed respectfully: "So it's the great-grandson of the old owner. .”

Xiao Yun raised his eyebrows and smiled, and glanced at Xie Zhe, with a sense of showing off, he looked out of the window and said generously: "Can I pass now, my lord?"

Wen Xing waved his hand: "Stop this side, let that side pass!"