Jiang Qing

The garrisons in the large state capitals are roughly two to three thousand. In order to save time, Mei Shao and Ling Che chose the large states along the way, and waited for several state capitals to be dispatched, and then submitted them to Zhao Zhen. Most of it has passed.

As the sky was approaching daylight, Mei Shao squinted in the side hall for a while, Ling Che glanced at his hand supporting his head, and moved several times as he wanted to move forward, but hesitated to speak.

Mei Shao was still closing her eyes, but she knew what he wanted to say, yawned and said, "General Ling, go, I'll be watching, if your majesty asks, I'll answer for you."

Ling Che pursed his lips. After all, he was a bit introverted, and he thanked him after a while, "I will definitely be back before dawn."

Looking at the back of him leaving in a hurry, Mei Shao remembered that when she and Bai Bingchen went to Cangshan to pay homage in the next year, they ran into the car driver of the eldest princess' mansion and stopped at the foot of Cangshan. Ling Che was watching, but she didn't see Zhao Jinghe people.

Probably Zhao Jinghe went to worship on Cangshan Mountain.

She has never dared to go up the mountain to see her brother's tomb in person. It was not until the last conversation in Luofengzhai that she had been tense with hatred and heartstrings, and she let Ling Che come with her. Cangshan, even if Ling Che could only stand at the bottom of the mountain at this time, it was enough to see Zhao Jinghe's attitude towards him eased.

She is such a temperamental person, she hates it so much that she spares no effort, and after learning the truth, she will not impose her emotions on others for many years.

This was a good start. On Ling Che's face, Mei Shao finally saw a little of the youthful radiance he had in the racecourse back then.

Whether it is Ling Che, Zhao Jinghe, him and Bai Bingchen, or the current Li State, they are all developing in a good direction. Such a trend is already hard to hope for.

I have been walking in the dark for a long time, and I always have to look for a little light before I dare to go on.

Drenched in morning dew, Ling Che went back to the Eldest Princess' mansion alone. His robe wrapped in mist was somewhat steamy. He baked outside for a while to make his body less damp, and then went to Zhao Jinghe's bedroom. .

Ling Che has a house in Pingdu that was bestowed by Zhao Zhen, but he has only returned to Pingdu in the past six months, and most of the time he always runs between Pingdu and Jinxi. If he lives in his own house and sees Zhao Jing And the number of times will be less.

Although he was introverted and unable to speak, after what happened at Luofengzhai, he clearly felt that Zhao Jinghe's attitude towards him had softened, so he couldn't bear to let go of this opportunity.

It stands to reason that imperial gifts are absolutely indestructible. Ling Che stood in the corner of his house for two nights, looking expressionlessly at the random things that he found on the ground - hoes, axes, saws... ...

General Ling, who was used to holding the Taichu knife for a while, didn't know where to start. The next day, as the first autumn rain fell in Pingdu, Ling Che walked out of the house. Behind him was a house that had collapsed half of the eaves.

When he told Zhao Jinghe that Qiu Yu had damaged the girders and half of the house collapsed, he felt so guilty that he couldn't fool her with such absurd reasons.

Zhao Jinghe only raised his eyebrows upon hearing this, glanced at him with a half-smile, and asked, "Is that the house His Majesty gave you?"

With just one glance, Ling Che knew that she had seen his clumsy lies, and for a moment her ears felt a little hot, and she didn't dare to have any thoughts, and without waiting for a reply, she stammered a "hmm" and was about to leave.

Zhao Jinghe stopped him from behind.

"Move here."

Ling Che almost thought he was hallucinating, and turned around stiffly.

Zhao Jinghe lightly tapped the ground with his toes, and said, "Just move to this room."

Ling Che's face turned red suddenly, he lowered his head slightly, not daring to look up at Zhao Jinghe.

The place where Zhao Jinghe pointed, where he stepped on, is her bedroom...

Zhao Jinghe didn't seem to see his embarrassment, but still had a cold face, got up and pressed the creases on his clothes, and said flatly: "Since the general has moved to this palace, if he lives in another courtyard, I'm afraid his reputation will be bad." , let’s live in the outer room of the palace’s bedroom.”

"I...I don't care about fame." Ling Che hesitated, "It's too close, will you be unhappy looking at me?"

He knew what Zhao Jinghe meant. After all, he and she had the name of husband and wife, and Ling Che was the leader of the army. If he slept in a separate room, it would hurt his prestige if it spread, but he didn't care about these false names, he cared even more Yes, if Zhao Jinghe is too close, will Zhao Jinghe feel uncomfortable looking at him? After all, she doesn't like herself at all...

Zhao Jinghe paused as he walked out, and there was no emotion in his voice, "It's barely bearable."

Ling Che stayed in the Princess's mansion just like this. Although he could not stay at the mansion for a long time, Zhao Jinghe was probably asleep when he came back at night, but he was very content to see her and say a few words. up.

Ling Che entered the room lightly, alarming the maid who was watching the night, he quickly made a movement of silence, the maid nodded knowingly, and went out.

Zhao Jinghe turned his body sideways, facing the inside, and was deeply asleep.

Every time Ling Che couldn't return home at night, he would call someone to inform him. Even if he didn't say anything, Zhao Jinghe acted as if he didn't hear him. Ling Che is used to telling her where he is when he goes out.

He even hoped that Zhao Jinghe would slowly accept him as if he had accepted him to live here.

Ling Che half-bent, just about to sit on the edge of the bed, but stopped again, still afraid of disturbing her, he just stretched out his hand to gently tuck her in the quilt, and the eyes that fell on her face were tender, presumptuous and greedy looking at her side face.

After about half a cup of tea, Ling Che hesitantly stretched out his hand to touch her drooping black hair.

Her black hair was slightly cool and smooth, which was the touch he imagined. He was a little reluctant to let go, but after all, he only paused for a moment, then looked back, turned and walked out of the room.

The maidservant who kept watch at night was still guarding a small stove outside, on which a pot of tea was simmering, and saluted when she saw him come out.

"It is made of scented tea according to the general's order."

Ling Che lifted the lid and took a look, silently added a few pieces of charcoal, and said in a low voice, "It's dry in winter, put some Yuntai ice chrysanthemums in. I'll bring them in after she wakes up."

"Okay." The servant girl agreed, and said with a smile: "Last time, the princess praised the green lotus dew she drank in autumn was good."

The corners of Ling Che's mouth curled up into a smile, and he said, "That's a bit complicated. When I come back, I'll write a prescription for you."

He glanced back and said softly, "Don't tell her I prepared it."

There were some slight noises from inside the screen, the maid hurriedly nodded, brought tea and walked in.

Through the screen, Ling Che could see her getting up, the pale skylight filtered through the hollow screen, and cast some fine and blurred light and shadow on the ground.

Ling Che turned around and went out the door without going in for a second look.

When the maid entered, Zhao Jinghe had already got up, half-sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the carved screen, without the slightest languor in his eyes when he just woke up.

"The eldest princess slept late yesterday, drinking tea to moisten her throat."

Zhao Jinghe took a sip from the maid's hand, paused, and finished the cup in small sips.

"Another kind of tea?"

"Yes." The servant girl paused for a moment, and said, "It's been a while since the princess drank the tea last time. The servant girl was afraid that the princess would get tired of it, so I changed it to a different kind."

She doesn't like to drink plain water, and she doesn't like to drink soup for meals on weekdays, but the little girl who came to the house not long ago makes good tea, which can always coax her to drink more.

"Who were you talking to outside just now?"

On this kind of matter, the maid did not dare to lie, and replied truthfully: "The general came here, stayed for a short time, and left."

A trace of unclear emotion flashed across Zhao Jinghe's eyes, and he asked, "I remember that the general sent someone back yesterday to say that he is leaving this morning?"

"Yes." The servant girl glanced at her face, hesitated for a while, and asked beyond the norm: "Your Highness is going to see off the general, the general has only left for a short time, and I should be able to catch up now."

Zhao Jinghe was stunned for a moment, and after a long silence with downcast eyes, he said, "Forget it."

The servant girl helped her wash, put on her clothes, and retreated with water.

Zhao Jinghe stopped her suddenly, as if he had made up his mind, but the words he said were still flat, without any emotional fluctuations.

"Go call a boy, go to the gate of the city to meet the general, and say... I heard that the paper candles in Jiangnan are exquisite, so I asked him to pick a few good ones, bring them back, and do something for my brother." use."

"Okay." The servant girl looked very happy and hurried away.

Zhao Jinghe stared at the hollowed-out screen in front of him, and thought of his shadow cast on the screen, as if it had been printed on it, as if he was born in her princess's house.

The corners of her mouth curved slightly.

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Outside the east gate, a wind blew up, and Ling Che's cloak was rattling violently.

"Master Mei, Lord Bai, send them here." Ling Che stroked the horse's head, with a look of determination in his eyes.

Behind him followed two personal guards, each of whom brought two or three good horses, with their slippery tails swirling.

The dark city gate suppressed his black clothes even more chillingly.

Bai Bingchen took out a letter from his pocket, handed it to Ling Che, and said, "I have to trouble General Ling to find an old man named Zhang Huailiu after he entered the city. You can know what is going on in Benzhou. He is Mrs. Mei’s mentor, and this is Chongjin’s autographed letter. If you show it to him, he will cooperate with you.”

Ling Che was stunned for a moment, took the letter from Bai Bingchen, and was about to ask Mei Shao why Bai Bingchen gave him the letter written by himself, when he suddenly remembered the first time they met on the racecourse that year, he suddenly realized that when he looked at them, there was There was some envy faintly.

"Last year in the arena, you even won Xue Xiu's favorite disciple. When you come back victorious, let's have a good fight." Mei Shao clenched his fist and gave him a gentle hammer on the shoulder, saying familiarly.

This punch immediately shortened the distance between the two of them, and Ling Che also smiled, "It's a great honor."

"General—General!" A man who looked like a servant chased him from the city gate on a horse.

Ling Che recognized the person from the Princess Mansion, and his heart overflowed with anticipation. He sat up straight and looked behind him.

Until the boy ran up to him, he didn't see the car of the princess mansion.

Concealing a little bit of loneliness, Ling Che asked, "What happened?"

In order to avoid suspicion, Mei Shao and Bai Bingchen consciously took a dozen steps aside when the boy arrived, just in time to see Ling Che's dim eyes brighten up little by little.

The dull man laughed with a touch of emotion, Ling Che bent his eyebrows and eyes in a good mood, got on the horse, with the Taichu long knife behind his back, facing the wind and boldly said to the people who were seeing him off: "Let's go!"

Swinging the whip and stepping on the horse, splashing dust, Ling Che's back gradually disappeared on the horizon.

Behind him, the fiery red "Ling" flag followed closely, rushing into the long wind.

The author says:

There is another update tonight.

Zhao Zhen: How could the house I gave you be so easily damaged!