Where is the countryside

Yesterday the autumn wind was blowing, and tonight the apricot blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River.

Du Simeng followed the palace servants to the outside of the hall, and then entered the hall alone.

Ning Shihong was wearing bright yellow casual clothes and bowed to write on the desk. When he heard footsteps, he stopped writing and turned around. He said with a faint smile, "Ah Lian."

Du Simeng, whose surname is Du and whose name is Lianzi Simeng, is the son of Princess Qingyan, the eldest daughter of the former emperor, and the cousin of the current emperor.He was born in Daning, northern Xinjiang, and grew up in the imperial capital of the south of the Yangtze River. He and the emperor are like a pair of bamboo horses, and they are childhood sweethearts.His biological father was Du Ruwan, a meritorious official in the Dingding Dynasty of the Ning Dynasty. Because of his meritorious service, he was named the King of Subei, so he was fortunate to inherit the title of Prince.

After Emperor Ning turned sideways, the half-drawn horse on the desk fell into Du Simeng's eyes.Ning Shihong asked casually: "How does Ah Lian feel?"

"The pen is strong and the file is magnificent. Brother Huang really has the ambition to swallow the world." Du Simeng recognized that the galloping horse on the painting was the best war horse of the Ning Dynasty.The meaning of Ning Huang's description of this thing is self-evident.

Ning Shihong took advantage of the situation and asked him a few things about the camp. Although he didn't show any more expressions, his voice revealed that he was happy at the moment.

The important military affairs have been mentioned by the general before the court, this time Du Simeng is a nominal lieutenant general, he went to the battle to practice, and he didn't have much contact with affairs, so he only talked about military affairs in a few words.As for the dispatch of troops to northern Xinjiang on the fifth day of next month, I just laughed and said: "The young hero of the marshal of the army and horses will surely be able to pull the head of Guizhou to the ground. At that time, the wives, concubines and daughters of the thieves will be captured, and they will be ordered to stand in a row and wear obscene clothes." Pants parade..."

Ning Shihong knew that he claimed to be suave, and shook his head with a smile: "I just wanted to praise you for your many military exploits. Uncle Du is the spirit of the sky, so I am relieved. But you are out of tune again."

Du Simeng chose a seat and sat down on his own. He laughed and said, "Buddha is about food and sex, and there are so many kiln sisters in the Qinglou Chu Pavilion in the imperial capital, waiting for the minister to redeem them."

Ning Shihong straightened his face and said: "Sister Yao is greedy for money and loves beauty, you are a young man, you can play around for a while, but don't waste your life in vain and ruin the royal dignity. It happens that you live in the palace this month, but If you like someone in the palace, just tell your brother. You can go out of the palace, but don't go to that kind of place. King Yu's visit to Beijing this time is probably for your marriage with Changning."

As soon as Du Simeng heard of Changning's name, Du Simeng immediately lost face, "No, no, whoever marries Changning will lose at least 20 years of life. I still have to save my life to accompany my concubine and demon concubine. That's it. Marry a man who is like a stranger and go home to worship, and don't want Changning. Just don't want Changning."

Ning Shihong's originally relaxed and indifferent face froze for a moment.He casually asked: "Really, why didn't he enter the palace with you?"

Du Simeng said: "Zimo's body is weak, and he is not able to get up in the fortress, and he is sick. If I hadn't waited for his condition to improve a little before leaving for Beijing, he would have confessed there. Even so, the bumpy journey now , It’s too late just after going to the ground, the whole emperor is waiting for you in the posthouse.”

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