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"Your Highness, are we really going back to the capital right now?"

The interviewer was the youngest of the Habayashi guards, named Zhang Laoshi, and everyone called him "Zhang Laoshi".

Zhang Laoshi is a simple-minded person who is only 19 years old this year.

Yongchen was beside the stable, brushing the snow-white mane on the neck of the war horse with his own hands, and said with a smile: "Of course it is true. No matter how courageous your Highness is, it is not easy to blatantly defy the order." Although he blatantly defied the order, he It's not that he hasn't done it before, but Emperor Jinglong softened his attitude first, and he refused to go down the slope. If he became stiff, it would be really hard to recover.

Let's say goodbye for three years, I should go back and see my relatives.

"Don't you miss your parents?"

A question made the young and middle-aged men standing in groups in the stables lower their heads.

An older man laughed and said, "My parents are long dead. I don't want my parents, I just want my wife."

It made everyone burst into laughter.

"Your Highness, the dragon horse is looking at the real horse!"

Yong Chen is very approachable to the soldiers of the pro-guards, and these hundreds of people are just like his own brothers, he can call them by name and tell their history.Therefore, these people dare to joke with him in daily life.

This dragon horse was captured by Yongchen from Moon Lake in the hinterland of Roulan half a year ago.It is said that whenever the fog falls, the Roulan people will drive the domesticated mares into Moon Lake, and let them have sex with the wild horses by the lake, so that they can conceive and give birth to dragon horses.Dragons, horses and steeds are exceptional, galloping thousands of miles a day without getting tired, and not being startled by the sound of thunder on the battlefield, it is indeed a rare thing.

Seeing that His Royal Highness Seventeenth is in a good mood today, Zhang Laoshi knew that he was always generous, so he begged with a smile, "I only look at the greedy ones, how about letting the younger ones have a try?"

In this northern border, the sky is high and the emperor is far away. When the army is not in war, the hierarchy is actually not clear.

Yong Chen smiled and said: "Didn't you hear what General Han said? This war horse is like a daughter-in-law. If you want to ride my horse, fuck off!" Get used to swearing.

In this kind of environment, he still insists on being elegant and noble, without appearing humanistic, unless it is the elder brother of the prince.

Yong Chen couldn't do it by asking himself, so he simply became down-to-earth.

Being able to laugh and scold like Yongchen like this, Zhang Laoshi didn't feel it was a loss of face, he turned around with a smile and went to brush his horse again.

I don't know who was pushed out from behind and asked with a smile: "Your Highness, that war horse is like a daughter-in-law. If the princess wants to ride this dragon horse in the future-will you ride it or not?"

"No." Yong Chen didn't even raise his eyebrows, and gestured gently to Longma along the slender mane around his neck, looked at its big wet eyes, and teased it with a smile, "No one can do it except me, right? "

The dragon horse understood people's minds, and neighed long - his neck shook, and the water on Yong Chen's face was shaken.

Everyone laughed again.

Before leaving Huiyuan, Yong'an went to the Chinese army's tent to bid farewell to General Han Da.

Han Yue was obviously very dissatisfied, staring at a pair of eyes like hungry wolves, and said: "You have just made progress in your basic martial arts skills - don't delay on the way back. Don't slack off when you get back to Duzhong."

Yong Chen smiled and said: "I dare not. I am not willing."

Just kidding, the muscles and bones that have been honed out by practicing in summer and winter in winter.

Han Yue didn't say anything else, but his expression was much colder - although he was always cold.

Probably because he felt that after three years of nurturing young people, he still had to return to Jinxiu Township in the end.

Yong Chen explained: "I still have to come back, the general can rest assured."

Han Yue's expression softened a little, and he snorted coldly, "What's wrong with me?"

Yong Chen smiled and said: "I was wrong - when I come back, I have to ask the general to hold me high and don't lock me out of the city. When I came to Northern Xinjiang three years ago, I actually came here with punishment behind my back; now Probably because my father felt that the punishment was enough. When I went back this time, one was to comfort my parents; Come, or guard the border, or lead troops—however, there is a saying.”

"That's right."

This made Han Yue nod.

"If you want military exploits, remember to come back years ago. It's too late, but you won't be able to share." Han Yue grinned ferociously, his face becoming more and more terrifying.

"Thank you, General, for your suggestion." Yong Chen grinned and bowed.

So I went out of the tent of the Chinese army and packed more than a dozen sacks of northern Xinjiang specialties prepared by the subordinates, such as Dongguo pear, Ruaner pear, Bailan melon, and white apricot, and divided them into six portions.Emperor Jinglong, Concubine Shu, and the elder brother of the prince each gave a copy, and sent a copy to the mother's Yongpinghou's mansion, Master Cai's mansion, and Daiyu's Jia mansion.

Emperor Jinglong, Concubine Shu, and the elder brother of the prince naturally had tribute items with a written gift list, so there is no need to describe them one by one.

This time, Yong Chen was dishonest on his way back to Beijing. Instead of going straight, he turned south and crossed Lanzhou. After a delay of half a month, he arrived in the capital with more than a hundred people.

It was the mid-autumn season, just a few days before the Mid-autumn Festival.

As soon as he came back, he naturally had to go to Qianqing Palace to meet Emperor Jinglong first.

In the Qianqing Palace, Emperor Jinglong was meeting with his ministers on the river.

Yong Chen waited in the outer hall for a long time, and waited for the ministers and workers to retreat in twos and threes before hearing his name sung inside.

I haven't seen him for three years, but Emperor Jinglong didn't look old at all, probably because he had a new young son, and he looked refreshed.

Seeing Yongchen coming in, Emperor Jinglong was sitting cross-legged on the couch, hurriedly got off the ground and walked up to him with his shoes on, patted his shoulder and looked around, sighed: "Growing up - the boundary of northern Xinjiang is not a joke. If you are naughty in the future, I will send you to Han Yue's account!"

Yong Chen smiled and said: "The son is asking for the grace of the father - how about letting the son go to the northern border to defend the border?"

Emperor Jing Long choked, looked at him carefully, and made sure that the little bastard didn't mean to make him angry, because he smiled and said: "It's interesting." He patted Yong Chen's shoulder again, and sighed: "Just came back, no Talk about these things. Go to Yichun Palace to meet your mother and concubine—although she hasn't mentioned it in the past two or three years, I know that she blames me for letting you go to northern Xinjiang..."

"Mother and concubine dare not." Yong Chen said with a smile.

"Go, go to Yichun Palace to meet your mother and concubine, and also meet your younger brother..." Emperor Jing Long mentioned the Eighteenth Prince, his face turned rosy, "You haven't seen it yet, have you? Yong Ye is very energetic, little It's like a calf. It's not like when you were a child, suffering from three disasters and five diseases..."

Yong Chen agreed with a smile, and slowly withdrew.

He sat and waited in the main hall of Yichun Palace for a long time, drank three cups of tea, and then saw the aunt next to his mother and concubine come out to greet him—but it was a stranger.

The aunt bowed respectfully, and said with a smile: "Concubine Shu Guifei has been in poor health for the past few days, and I'm afraid that seeing His Highness will hurt each other."

"Is the concubine sick?"

"It's not that I'm sick, it's just that Qiuliang is tired..."

Yong Chen sat back slowly and picked up the cold tea, this was an excuse for not wanting to see guests, but it was the first time he saw his concubine use this excuse on himself.He was stunned for a while, and said with a smile: "In this case, please rest assured, mother and concubine. When will it be better, and when will my son come to pay my respects." He looked at the aunt and asked, "I don't know what to call my aunt?"

"My servant's surname is Zhao. She was originally the son of the Yongping Hou's family and served the old lady of the Hou's residence. Two years ago in the early spring, Concubine Shu brought the servant to come and stay in Yichun Palace to serve her." Aunt Zhao looks indifferent, but she is exquisite. With a temper, he answered all the words Yongchen didn't ask.

It turned out that after Yongchen decided to go to northern Xinjiang, Concubine Shugui asked such an aunt from her natal family to be by her side.

Yongchen nodded with a sullen face, and Aunt Zhao sent her out of the Yichun Palace.

He wandered aimlessly along the long corridor, looking up into the distance, the boundless sky above his head was high and lonely.

Xiangyu and Lianxi followed behind him, along with a group of eunuchs and court ladies, but no one dared to speak to him.

After walking recklessly for a while, Yong Chen came back to his senses, but saw that the garden flowers and plants in front of him were all familiar.

He actually went to Yuqing Palace.

The servant who came in just wanted to go in to report, Yong Chen grabbed the man's arm and ordered: "Don't pass the report."

He didn't know what mood he was in, so he stayed behind and walked towards Dunben Hall quietly alone.

The eunuch standing under the eaves of Dunben Hall recognized him a long time ago, so he was about to go in to deliver the report. Seeing Yongchen making a gesture, he hesitated for a moment, turned around and saw Su Danmo coming out, and hurried up to ask what to do.

Seeing Yong Chen, Su Danmo was stunned for a moment, trotted up, and said in surprise: "Well, my little Highness, His Highness the Crown Prince was still talking about it this morning—didn't it mean that you will arrive tomorrow?" Those old men who eat people but don't spit out their bones are entangled with His Royal Highness in there. This servant will report it now, so that His Royal Highness will be happy too..."

Yong Chen dragged him back by his fly whisk, and said with a smile: "I was afraid that the prince's elder brother would be anxious, so I said it a day late. I didn't leave immediately, how could I panic like this? Don't worry about me. I'll just stand in this courtyard for a while, and see you later when the prince's elder brother finishes his work."

Su Danmo saw that although he was smiling, he didn't look happy. Hearing the sound was wrong, he asked, "Your Highness, you are back now, do you still want to go?"

"What little highness? The current little highness should be the eighteenth prince Yongye." Yong Chen avoided answering.

Su Danmo snorted, "To be disrespectful, how old is the Eighteenth Prince? I'm used to this before, and it's only in our Yuqing Palace. No one will pick this reason... ..."

Yong Chen stood in the corridor with his hands behind his hands, listening to Su Danmo's rambling words, looking around, he felt that everything was familiar and made people's nose sore.Strange to say, he didn't feel homesick when he was in northern Xinjiang, but he felt homesick only when he returned to his former residence.The crane stone carvings in the courtyard, the lush pines and cypresses on the side, the sky is getting dark, and the tall red lanterns under the eaves—even the blurred and bright red light has a familiar temperature.

After an unknown amount of time, the mahogany door of Dunben Hall was gently opened from the inside.

A slender and thin young man came first, and sent out a few courtiers in blue official robes.

The young man's bright yellow clothes were covered with a royal blue cloak.

He was talking to the servants behind him, and walked in front of Yong Chen, walking quickly.

When he said something, he laughed, and the waves in his clear and clear eyes moved slightly, like stars shining on the dark blue dome.

He quickly walked in front of Yong Chen, bringing a breeze.

Suddenly, he stopped and looked back.

The servants followed suit.

Yong Chen half-knelt down, performed the state salute first, and said loudly: "My brother Yong Chen..."

Before the ceremony was finished, a slender jade-like palm was stretched out in front of him.

Yong Chen stretched out his hand to greet him in a daze.

Prince Yong Zhan held Yong Chen's hand, pulled him up, and said with a smile, "I'm back! It's a day earlier than what you wrote in your letter..."

Under the clear sky of an infinitely high autumn night, two brothers who hadn't seen each other for three years looked at each other.

The warm red light of the lanterns on the porch is blurred.

Yongchen looked at the elder brother of the prince in front of him.

He looks more calm than before, the original sadness is hidden, the original gentleness is also missing, only the innate nobility is more outstanding and eye-catching.

The most important thing is that even without a ruler to count, the prince's elder brother is still visibly reduced compared to three years ago.

Seeing that Yong Chen was in a daze, Prince Yong Zhan left all the officials behind him and led him straight to the Dunben Hall.

He smiled gently and said, "Why? After three years of separation, don't you dare to admit it?"

Yong Chen held the hand of the elder brother of the prince, suddenly moved forward, pulled him into his arms, and hugged him tightly.

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