When I Ditched the Protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Before the fifteenth day, there was an urgent report from the border customs to the capital of Xiao Zhou.

The Turks have broken through the Protectorate of the Capital. Taking advantage of the current time when the rivers in the north are freezing at full speed, 30 cavalry have been unable to dismount all the way.

If they are allowed to cross this river, they will be able to enter the Central Plains like a long sword and penetrate into the heart of the capital. , facing the little emperor's uncontrollably panicked eyes.

"King of Zhenbei..."

The little emperor changed his title today, and Su Mingxiu understood the meaning in an instant.

Most of Xiao Zhou's military power is in her hands, so Su Mingxiu's intelligence network is more developed than that of the imperial court. Half a day ago, she had already known the news that the general currently guarding the north died of a serious illness. Knowing that the other party's physical condition was deteriorating this winter, Su Mingxiu had already asked the little emperor to send a new person to take over to guard the border.

It's a pity that the veteran is dead before the newcomer arrives.

Presumably the Turkic side had already made several preparations. First, they came here in the name of congratulating the little emperor on her birthday to find out the reality of her, the King of Zhenbei, and at the same time, they were always paying attention to the situation at the northern border.

Now knowing that Su Mingxiu's subordinates are not in good health, and that she herself was absent from the entire palace banquet, she gathered all the news and headed south resolutely.

During this half day, Su Mingxiu had assembled the soldiers outside the city, and even got to know the food storage situation of Xiao Zhou's treasury first, and now entering the palace, he just asked the little emperor to approve the food and grass first.

The Turks burned, killed and looted all the way, but now it is the midwinter season, and the implementation of the strategy of fortifying the walls and clearing the fields will come faster than other seasons. As long as the next city guards can hold on, when the imperial reinforcements arrive, the Turks will not have food and grass to support them, and they will not be able to fight. protracted war.

After she raised her hand to greet the little emperor, she explained the current situation in an orderly manner, and finally concluded: "As long as this battle is over before April next year, the treasury will be able to support it—the reason why the Turks can quietly bypass The Duhufu is mostly in collusion with the Marquis of Linyang who is entrenched in the northeast, and after the ministers send troops, the emperor still needs to be alert to the news of Linyang."

After entering the Palace of Qinzheng, every word she said was related to the plan of this battle, completely omitting those redundant steps of asking for a fight and resigning. Everyone standing in the Palace of Qinzheng knew clearly that the face of For the extremely vicious Turkic people, only the army of King Zhenbei can fight against them.

After she finished speaking, the little emperor sitting on the golden dragon chair took a deep look at her, and then ordered the cabinet and the six ministries to fully cooperate with King Zhenbei-

The lights of Qinzheng Hall were lit from one night to another.

When the wax oil on the candlesticks flowed to the point where the tray could not fit, the courtiers in the hall came and went like flowing water, and in the end only Su Mingxiu and Xiao Miyun were left. They looked at each other, and after a long time, it was Su Mingxiu who spoke first : "Why does the emperor have such a dignified expression?"

She raised her eyebrows lightly, "Your minister is still here, even the Turkic people cannot pull you down from the throne."

This is... a bit arrogant.

Wearing a heavy uniform, the seated person who was solemnly wrapped by the golden dragon pattern laughed for a moment, his tightly knit brows loosened a little, and the expression on that immature face relaxed.

But maybe she has gradually learned how to steer the ship of power, and her aura is completely different from those young girls.

But the person who spoke was Su Mingxiu, King of Zhenbei, so... Xiao Miyun felt that his abnormal heartbeat had finally returned to its usual appearance after receiving the battle report.

Her eyes lowered slightly, and she saw a section of dark color exposed from the wide sleeve of Su Mingxiu's hanging left hand. It was the birthday gift she gave to the other party earlier - Su Mingxiu was still wearing it.

The skin at the end of Xiao Miyun's eyes stretched out, and he was about to speak, when he heard the sound of clockwork coming from outside. He instinctively looked at the sky outside the hall, and realized that it would be dawn soon.

As soon as the sky dawned, the three armies were about to set off, and as the leader of this war, King Zhenbei was about to leave the capital.

Seeing that the little emperor seemed to have thousands of words and didn't know where to start, Su Mingxiu smiled lightly, "As soon as I leave the city, Master Wang will rely on the capital for logistics."

Xiao Miyun got up from the dragon chair, "I will see you off."

A bit of surprise flashed across Su Mingxiu's deep black eyes, and he immediately thought that it would be good for the little emperor to come forward, and the emperor would send him off, which would surely inspire the soldiers' morale.

The wind outside the city is howling, vividly reflecting the coldness of this winter.

Xiao Miyun originally felt that he was wearing thick clothes, but after standing on the city wall, he still felt that the wind was biting into his bones.

But when she saw the black soldiers standing under the wall, she tried her best to hold her expression... So many people were going to fight against the Turkic people in a place farther north and colder than the capital. What.

She has read a lot of words to boost morale, and now her mind is full of articles about Zheye, but her eyes glanced at the red lanterns on the top of the city, which were specially hung for the festival, and then looked at the black armored army below. , thinking that many people will not be able to pass this year's fifteenth.

It is even very likely that I will never be able to return to Dazhou to reunite with my family, and I will not be able to say a word of those words.

In the end, her eyes fell on the figure at the front.

King Zhenbei wore a pure black robe and rode on a horse of the same color. Against the backdrop of the white snow on the road, he was particularly eye-catching. He looked at the other party's expression from afar. After a long time, she moved deeply towards the army under the city wall. bow down.

When he got up, the little emperor's voice came out in a tense voice, "Every inch of the land of the Great Zhou depends on the protection of heroes and soldiers. I wish everyone a safe return!"

"The fifteenth day of the first lunar month is the Lantern Festival, and it is a day for everyone to reunite. But only by keeping the Turks outside the gate of the northern country, can there be countless Lantern Festivals in the future. I hereby promise that on the day of the triumphant return of the soldiers, the rewarding ceremony will surely be It is more grand and grand than the Lantern Festival celebration that I missed today!"

Su Mingxiu, who was sitting on the horse, heard her words, a slight smile appeared in his eyes, and his lips curled up slightly.

This little emperor finally looks decent.

In fact, the sound on the city wall can't be transmitted too far, especially when the little emperor has no internal strength.

But the generals who were in the front row with her could hear them clearly, and the order after order was passed on, and the crowd erupted!

I don't know who shouted the first slogan first, and everyone behind them shouted together, like an overwhelming wave, resounding through the world: "Kill the Turks! Protect the Great Zhou!"

"Kill the Turks! Protect the Great Zhou!"

The black Zhenbei King's Army Flag fluttered away in the air as the army marched away. Xiao Miyun looked at the mighty black dragon-like team, and his gaze was always on Su Mingxiu's figure. In fact, she really had a lot to say. want to say.

I want to tell this person, in fact, on the night of Chinese New Year, I really wanted to ask you to watch the fireworks. After so many days, do you still remember what happened that day?will you be mad at me

I also want to say that if you wear the peace talisman I sent you, you must return safely from the battlefield. I am still waiting for you to grow into a good emperor who will not let you down under your watchful eyes.

But in the end, until the figure turned into a grain of black rice, even Cheng Qing went up to the city wall to persuade her to return to the palace, so as not to suffer from the cold outside, Xiao Miyun still didn't say a single redundant word-

As soon as this battle was fought, battle reports were handed out to the palace every day like snowflakes.

At the same time, the king of Zhenbei left the capital, and the signal sent made many internal forces ready to move, and the supporters of the emperor saw a positive side.

But more is the dissatisfaction with the imperial court being controlled by two women, the external war is not over, and internal troubles have arisen again.

One night, Xiao Miyun was awakened by the movement outside the window.

Just in time to see Sun Feiyan retracting his sword, the armor shone coldly under the moonlight.And there was a line of scarlet running down the edge of the scabbard, and the blood on the palace road had not been cleaned up by the palace staff.

Seeing the little emperor coming out with his clothes on, she knelt down on one knee and pleaded in a polite manner, "Your Majesty has been disturbed, you deserve death—"

"I'm not disturbed by General Sun, get up."

Xiao Miyun knew that the palace was not very peaceful recently, the assassins were much more active than before, it was Sun Feiyan and her subordinates who were handling these matters, she did not step out of the Qianyuan Hall, so as not to cause trouble for the imperial guards, she simply stood at the threshold He sat down on the stairs, looking at the silver moonlight on the steps like flowing water, a little lost in thought.

Sun Feiyan heard her ask, "Are there any new battle reports?"

"No."

"Oh, I just had a nightmare and thought it was real."

"Uh..." Xiao Miyun was also used to her reticence, and smiled to himself, staring at the bluestone board in a daze, smelling the faint smell of blood floating in the air, and after a while he said to himself: " You saved me because you felt guilty in your heart; she saved me because she treated me as someone else..."

Not for her.

But why, why did she miss that person?

What is so special about Su Mingxiu?

She is not even as good-tempered as General Sun, at least the one in front of her can be rubbed by herself.

As if hearing what was in her heart, General Sun, who was standing beside her, suddenly said, "Your Majesty, you are more exposed, please go back and rest."

"Well," Xiao Miyun got up and walked into the hall, "It's really time for me to sleep, and I have to go to court tomorrow."

Since the Turks were driven north to the border of the Protectorate, there have been fewer battle reports from the north, which made the little emperor, who was looking forward to the news every day, feel uneasy.

Winter is over, and spring is ushering in the recovery of all things.

But until the end of April in the world, there was no news of the army returning to the court.Because of the special relationship between Xiao Miyun and Su Mingxiu, it was impossible for her to issue a gold medal and imperial decree to recall him, so she could only suffer in her heart.

Until one day, news came back that the army had penetrated into the grasslands of the Turkic court, and King Zhenbei led his army to hunt down the fleeing Khan alone.

On the same day, there was news of a drought in the south.

After listening to the news, the emperor sitting in the court hall was silent under the bead curtain, and deeply grasped the armrest of the dragon chair with his fingertips, so hard that he turned white.