Linxia is a small town, where Muslims and Hans have always lived together. Behind the town, there are still lush pastures, but in front of it, the scene becomes increasingly desolate. Looking up into the distance, one can see layer upon layer of military tents, with an atmosphere of fierce battle and slaughter that pierces the sky.
In the middle of the elegant tent, a bright yellow satin has already been hung up. Among all kinds of utensils, they are extremely exquisite. One by one, it seems to have a delicate and beautiful illusion of Jiangnan.
Yuanyu glanced at him, a hint of dissatisfaction flashing in his eyes, but he quickly covered it up. He untied the jade seal silk ribbon from his waist and played with it in his hand, and for a moment, he didn't even hurry to announce the two people's audience.
He led the Jingying and Forbidden Troops here, all along the way, only to see the uniforms neat and tidy, the three armies solemn, not only the Beifeng Army under Zhou Jun's command was extremely brave and fierce, but also the Xiangwangfu soldiers who were always considered "a mob" were very measured in their advance and retreat.
Yuan Qi thought of this, his face became even more gloomy, a cold and icy anger emanating from between his eyebrows.
Xiang Wang!! He remembered the title of this uncle, sneered in his heart, and put down the colorful silk ribbon in his hand on the nanmu gold thread case. With a slight hint, there were 'attendants' who loudly declared that the two men entered the account to see him.
The first to lift the curtain was a pair of slender white hands.
He is over forty years old, born with sword eyebrows and star eyes, with deep and profound light shining through his pupils. When he concentrates, there is a sense of majesty that is difficult to violate.
He wore no armor, just a black robe, yet no one could ignore him.
Is this the renowned General Zhou who can intimidate the Tartars and calm a crying child?
Yuanyi sat upright and still, their eyes met, a spark of electricity flashed between them, and they both withdrew.
After Zhou's rebirth, he became a robust and majestic middle-aged man. His eyebrows and eyes also had some resemblance to the Empress Dowager, but those narrow and long phoenix eyes were 'bright' and 'piercing', making people feel uneasy at heart.
This is the emperor's uncle, the first foreign surname king of the Qing dynasty. King Xiang Lin Qiangyu.
Yuan Qi was familiar with this uncle, although they didn't meet often. Today, when she saw him, she just gave him a cold stare without saying another word.
The two men sang "Long Live the Emperor" and after three kneels and nine kowtows, Yuan Xizong ordered someone to offer him a seat. Zhou Jun raised an eyebrow and sat down without any courtesy. King Xiang, however, remained kneeling on the ground, apologizing: "I have failed to repay the great kindness of Your Majesty, I really do not dare to accept such generous treatment!"
Yuanyu smiled warmly and said: "Uncle, where did you get this from?"
Xiang Wang's eyes flashed. It was crystal clear that he couldn't be forced to see, he firmly declined and got up, his tone slightly choked: "I have no way to defend myself below. Those soldiers are greedy for merit and falsely claimed credit, delaying the opportunity to win... I am willing to die a thousand deaths..."
Yuan Qi listened to his sincere and heartfelt apology, hating that he couldn't just kick him away. But instead, he "comforted" him, saying: "Uncle, don't be too self-deprecating... When I entered the town, I saw the soldiers in your mansion. They advanced and retreated properly, it's clear that you've trained them well."
The King of Xiang heard this "praise" and his voice became even more urgent, with a hoarse tone: "In short, I am guilty of death... Delaying major events, please ask Your Majesty to severely punish me, I have no second words."
Zhou Jun stood by, watching with a cold eye, only to laugh coldly. His lips curled up into a charming arc, as if in the streets of the capital, he would enchant countless young women to death.
The emperor thought it was nothing, but felt a bit tricky. He came with a heart full of anger and annoyance, but encountered Xiang Wang who took the initiative to speak out first, and at the foot of the stairs, he spoke with "voice and emotion combined". If he really wanted to investigate and punish according to the law, few people in the world would not scold him for being ruthless. This bellyful of anger seemed to have been doused with cold water, chilling to the bone.
He was lost in thought, but caught a glimpse of Zhou's cold smile and asked in a low voice: "General, what are you laughing at?"
"Long live the Emperor!"
Zhou Jun's complexion was calm and composed, and when the Emperor asked him, he replied loudly: "Your Majesty, I am praising... Your Majesty's heavenly authority is self-evident. In front of the imperial carriage, the appearance of King Xiang's temple... I only thought of an idiom, called 'as if two different people'!"
His voice is not loud, but the irony and sarcasm in his words are extremely biting.
Yuan Qi listened, his eyebrows raised high, and from past experience, he knew that this was a precursor to his great anger, and couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.
Only to see the curtain slightly moving, a woman in plain clothes was holding an eight-treasured inlaid mother-of-pearl lacquer tray with a 'jade' ceramic tea cup on it, slowly approaching the emperor.
Zhou Jun's internal strength was profound, and it seemed as if one could almost hear it. The guards saw the young woman enter and collectively let out a deep breath of relief.
He glanced sideways with his eyes, but instead took a cold breath - that icy and elegant demeanor was something he had rarely seen in his life!
Chen 'Lu' placed the tea cup on the imperial case above, and softly opened her mouth to say: "Your Majesty... this 'Jade' seal, should I take it away?"
Yuan Qi was startled by her words and only then realized that he had been feeling uneasy in his heart, having twisted the colorful silk cord into a knot. He smiled self-mockingly, looked at the two senior officials with different expressions in front of him, suppressed his anger, took off the 'Jade' seal, and signaled to Chen Lu to put it away.
"I dare not accept... This is the Emperor's own vessel, not something a subject can touch..."
A soft feminine voice, clear and distinct, seemingly discussing trivial matters, yet hinting at something more.
The newly appointed Jingying General and Imperial Son-in-law Sun Ming gazed out the window, seeing only thick dark clouds pressing down very low, knowing that it would soon rain.
He raised his hands, but didn't think of going home, just slightly opened his collar, enjoying the coolness and comfort of this moment.
He peered out of the window and saw that outside the camp gate, there were still many carriages loaded with gifts from all eight directions, and those who refused to give up were still entangled with the guards, feeling a wave of disgust in his heart.
These are all the family members of various dignitaries, each of whom cannot be offended but also cannot be received - these people have masters backing them up, and they are all flattering and fawning, then it's "the master of the house has something important to attend to, please ask your lordship to go and see him".
Sun Ming's eyebrows formed a "river" character, obviously helpless against this group of smooth talkers. He moved out of his home overnight, citing busy official duties as the reason for moving into the military camp, also because of this.
His personal bodyguard stepped forward to report, he waved his hand in annoyance----
"Not a single person is in sight!"
"Does that include me?"
Her voice was soft and gentle, yet he had a familiar strong tone. Sun Ming turned around in surprise: "How did you come?"
At the gate stood a woman, none other than his beloved wife, the eldest daughter of the previous emperor, Princess Yixing.
"Your temper is really big, you even want to drive away your own wife?"
