Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

fraud?

After Qi Fei left, Song Yan frankly pulled Xu Huaiqing into the imperial tent.

"Why did you just tell General Qi directly?" Song Yan couldn't hide her joy and pushed Xu Huaiqing against the tent, her lips curled up uncontrollably, but it was obvious that she was trying to suppress it.

Xu Huaiqing coughed lightly, shifted his gaze uncomfortably, and fell into the shadows.

The light in the corner was not good, but it added a bit of mystery when it fell on Song Yan's body, and even the words added something else.

Xu Huaiqing's heart was pounding in his chest, as if he was about to break out of a cage, but he still replied casually: "If you want to say it, then say it."

It's as if he doesn't feel the slightest meaning to what he said.

Song Yan was happy. His Majesty in the corner didn't know if he had absorbed the essence of the moon, or else his exposed skin was white and glistening, as if emitting a soft light.

He almost trapped His Majesty under his arms, and he said frankly: "Your Majesty, I am very happy."

Xu Huaiqing hummed in a low voice, and the little Song Yan managed to understand when she moved her ear very close.

Song Yan followed Xu Huaiqing's eyes, perhaps because he was drunk, he refused to let go: "Then His Majesty is happy?"

The smell of alcohol lingered between the two, and they couldn't tell who it was, as if they were mixed together.

Xu Huaiqing's brows and eyes were helpless, but the aftertaste at the end of his eyes was very moving, and he followed Song Yan's words: "I am also happy today."

"What are you happy about?"

Song Yan was very interested, and the interest will not disappear in a short time.

Xu Huaiqing was very thirsty, he just wanted to deal with it, so he said: "What the queen is happy with is what I am happy with."

Is this perfunctory?This is simply pouring honey on the tip of Song Yan's heart.

Like love flowers.

Song Yan took Xu Huaiqing's hand, and opened her mouth in joy to confide in him what pleased him: "I'm glad Your Majesty has rectified my name. Some people always think that I came from a wrong path, but in fact I am the right one, in terms of qualifications If you don't want to be a favored minister, who should be, with this group of rough men, or with the upstarts in the court?"

As soon as the court upstart came out, Song Yan realized that something was wrong, and instantly closed her eyes and mouth.

Xu Huaiqing was curious, his eyes were full of innocence, his body was no longer restrained as usual, he looked more like a little white cat showing its soft belly, he looked at Song Yan: "What court upstart?"

Xu Huaiqing is now like a young man who doesn't know what to do, he is picking up his words, deliberately taking advantage of Song Yan's undefense to make silly remarks.

But Song Yan evaded the question and just pretended to be stupid: "I don't remember."

Seeing this, Xu Huaiqing nodded meaningfully, and did not say anything to tease Song Yan again.

But Song Yan couldn't see His Majesty's eyes now, so she was ashamed and annoyed and threatened: "Don't think too much!!"

It's not good for people to be too smart. It's just a reminder from the upstart in the court. His Majesty may know who it is in an instant.

Song Yan is a little depressed, Long, always has various shortcomings, such as being easy to compare.When Song Yan was a baby, she compared jewels and stones with the richest turtle, and for this reason she did not hesitate to use her claws to dig out shiny gems.

But among mortals, Song Yan inevitably compares herself with others, and this person is naturally Xie Zhuo.Young, high-ranking official, and capable man of His Majesty.

So how could he obey.

Annoyed, Song Yan went to kiss Xu Huaiqing, insisting that he empty his head.

Xu Huaiqing smiled and wanted to hide, Song Yan was so rare, he hadn't looked carefully yet.

But Xu Huaiqing obviously misjudged Song Yan's force value, because people who have experienced the battlefield will change a little bit, either calm or sharp.Song Yan, on the other hand, was calm in her hands, but her eyes wanted to eat people.

Xu Huaiqing stopped laughing, and couldn't even laugh.

The candlelight in the distance was flickering, and the two exchanged breath for the first time.

Xu Huaiqing took a deep breath, his stomach shrank into a sheet of paper, he leaned against Song Yan's arms, and said weakly, "I'm hungry."

He licked his lips, touched the cracked dry skin, and added: "I'm still very thirsty."

Song Yan hesitated, and finally the two walked from the corner to the bright place.

He poured Xu Huaiqing a glass of water and told him to drink it up before he said, "What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

Xu Huaiqing sat on the small pier holding his empty cup, raised his head and smiled dazzlingly: "I want to eat shabu-shabu."

He laughed triumphantly, but he couldn't feel the slightest bit of disgust.

Song Yan worked hard and gave Xu Huaiqing the stove first, then the kettle, and put all the necessary things at his hand before opening the curtain and going out.

They just drank a jug of wine tonight, the wine is good for warming up their bodies, but their stomachs are also empty, they won't be able to survive tomorrow, now it's time to eat some hot food to feel comfortable.

Not only Xu Huaiqing wanted to eat, Song Yan also wanted to, it is reasonable to cook the pot at such a leisurely time.

After about a moment, when Song Yan came back, two young cooks followed behind her. As soon as the two entered the imperial tent, they quickly set up the pot, and then put away a set of utensils, vegetables and meat lightly. Only then respectfully backed out.

Song Yan sat down and handed a pair of chopsticks to Xu Huaiqing, and the two waited quietly for a while before the pot started to boil.

Song Yan only brought a lot of things, and the two of them ate and ate, and it was midnight all of a sudden.

Xu Huaiqing touched his stuffed belly through his clothes, leisurely wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth with a handkerchief, and yawned lazily.

"Sleepy." Xu Huaiqing raised his arms towards Song Yan with sleepy eyes.

Well, Song Yan went over to pull Xu Huaiqing up, and the two of them washed up and lay down on the bed.

He had a keen sense of hearing, and the wind in the middle of the night in the northern region was next to his ears. Song Yan moved Xu Huaiqing, only to realize that His Majesty had already fallen asleep on his back, and still leaned his head.

Song Yan was happy for Xu Huaiqing's unconscious closeness to him, and felt sad again.

What is sad.

He thought he was free tonight, this bed is so big.His Majesty thought he would be free tonight, so he could cook the pot.

In the end, Song Yan had no choice but to pull Xu Huaiqing into his arms, and then fell asleep following His Majesty's regular breathing.

Before falling asleep, Song Yan was still thinking that His Majesty's breathing is so hypnotic.

……

The next night, the expected snow fell one after another, each piece was the size of a goose feather, and two or three strokes could cover the other colors on the ground.

So it didn't take long for the barracks to fall into a vast expanse of whiteness.

It was snowing heavily, and except for the patrolling soldiers, everyone was hiding in tents.

If there was no military situation at this time in previous years, many generals would go to the border towns to find some fun or spend the heavy snow comfortably in houses rented or bought, but the Holy Majesty is still here, and the practice of previous years is obviously not going to work. .

So the generals lived in tents honestly, and visited each other more often.

Xu Huaiqing thickened his clothes and sat in the imperial tent with a group of old generals to drink.That's right, they first visited Xu Huaiqing's place first, after all, the first is respect, and the second is familiarity.

Don't talk to the old general about being reserved at this time, they won't see the Holy Majesty for a year, if they don't know each other now, when will they.

It is not uncommon for civil servants who go to court every day.

Qi Fei took the cup: "Your Majesty, this old minister respects you."

But before he handed over the wine glass, Zhao Zuqian on the side blocked his wine glass very smoothly, and then presented his own wine glass.

"Your Majesty, the old minister also respects you."

Xu Huaiqing's body was clean, his lips curled slightly when he heard the words, and he touched the veteran's wine glass.

Seeing this, Qi Fei turned around without anger: "General Song, I respect you, old minister."

Song Yan sat on the side, and hurriedly said straightly that she didn't dare.

"This junior respects you." As he spoke, he raised his wine glass.

Qi Fei smiled and drank, looking at Song Yan with extremely kind eyes, and by the way, cast a glance at Zhao Zuqian, in which he was extremely deliberate.

Zhao Zuqian didn't look at it, cursed lightly, and turned his head.

Qi Fei ignored him, stroking his beard contentedly, who didn't know that he thought the Holy One was drinking the wine toasted by him.

After a while, the atmosphere became a little bit drunk. The old generals could not drink too much, but they drank big bowls, and their eyes were not clear at this time.

After hearing the sound of swords and swords being exchanged outside for a while, Qi Miao lifted the curtain and came in, feeling the coldness all over his body. He felt alive after entering the tent. He handed a letter to Song Yan with a serious expression, and said in a low voice: "Yes. Govalliu."

"What about others?" Song Yan asked.

Qi Miao: "Dead, died of a hunger strike."

Song Yan nodded and said bluntly, "It's none of your business."

Qi Miao's body immediately loosened up, hey, and then retreated neatly before his grandfather found him.

After Qi Miao left, Song Yan opened the letter, and saw a few words on it, but they were all filled with unwillingness and pain, half of which came from Song Yan and the other half came from his birth.

Song Yan rubbed his nose. He knew that he had brought an unreasonable blow to Gowa, so that Gowa was still depressed and wanted to fight Song Yan again before he died.The words above are brave, and it seems that the courage of breaking the boat has been used.

In despair, Song Yan read the letter again. Ge Wa resented Song Yan, but the resentment was even worse.

Resentment was condemned to go to hell, so that his relatives hated him, and his neighbors stepped on him. In the end, he could only hide in a caravan. After several months of bumps, he was sent to a place full of snow.

Gova came to the northern border and joined the Xiongnu. He knew Chinese but did not speak Chinese, trying to integrate into the Xiongnu.

Even if the Huns ordered him to kill people, he would be happy, because no one here knew what the black lines on his face meant, and no one knew what life he was sentenced to.

In the end, Song Yan's gaze stayed on Gowa and wrote triumphantly: Even if I go to hell, I will bring many people to be buried with me, it's worth it!

This sentence is in Chinese, and the rest is in the language of the Huns.

Song Yan's heart was indescribably complicated, Gewa should have belonged to the Han army.

Sentence?He didn't even dare to judge anyone, whoever dared to judge would live a crooked life, and God's job would be robbed.

Song Yan quietly handed the letter to Xu Huaiqing, and the slightly drunk His Majesty said lonely: "It's a pity."

Song Yan thought the matter was over, but the soldiers outside the tent rushed in to report: "Your Majesty! There is an old man who came outside the barracks in the wind and snow. He said yes, he said he wanted to save a destined person."

Standing there, Xiao Bing added: "I see that he doesn't have a single piece of snow on his body, which seems pretty good."

Han people have always been in awe of this kind of thing, let alone have some supernatural powers.

A group of old generals looked at Xiao Bing curiously, and Xu Huaiqing asked someone to invite him in.

A moment later, an old man with a fat white rabbit strode in. He was thin and dark-skinned, but he was covered with white clothes. The contrast was obvious, and the light came out from his teeth when he grinned.

The old man has good teeth.

As soon as the old man entered the door, he fixed his eyes on Xu Huaiqing, his eyes brightened: "This old man is here to save the poor."

As soon as he said these words, the eyes of the old general in the tent lit up instantly, and Song Yan also drooped his head instantly.

And Xu Huaiqing covered his lips with his wine glass, and sneered, only six words in his mind.

Mystery, liar!