Chapter 407

At the beginning of September, the day before the arrival of the Liao mission, the list of officials and nobles who accompanied him to Qiushou finally came out.

It is a great honor to be able to participate in autumn hunting with the emperor. Being taken by the emperor is a manifestation of the emperor's heart, so every time the list of autumn hunting is surging, especially this time.

There is no other reason. Emperor Xiwen himself is not interested in Qiu Shou. What he decides is only the beauties and beauties brought by the harem. As for who to bring, it is the matter of the political affairs hall. Therefore, this time, it is not so much a test of who gets emperor Xiwen's heart as who stands in whose team.

As a result, the number of visitors this time became the largest in the Zhou Dynasty.

However, breaking her head, Ling Qingyu didn't expect to become one of them.

"Am I not a widow? I can't go out? What's the matter?" Ling Qingyu pointed to the official document and said.

Cheng Jiamei frowned, the fan in his hand tapped his palm, and said, "I asked Fan Zheng, and he said that it was Dong Xiang and Wang Xiang who asked you to participate. He said that it was the last war, when Xiao Sui was defeated by Yang Zhao, so this time he asked you to come forward and raise the national prestige."

"Cheat the ghost! Zhao has been killed in the war, and Yang fart national prestige!" Lingqingyu unknowingly burst into foul language again and asked her to participate. As long as emperor Xiwen saw Xiao Sui and saw the people who collectively forced Yang Zhao to death, she could not help but cut directly with a knife.

Although angry, he couldn't help but go. After asking Qiu Shou's rules and requirements, Yan Qi and Ying shisan began to get busy.

Because the houses in the paddock are limited, most people live in tents, and there are also restrictions on the number of followers that can be brought according to the grade. After entering the paddock, the restrictions are even more severe.

Shadow nine took Ye soul to the paddock to see the terrain in advance. Shadow thirteen was responsible for the preparation of all materials. Yan Qi got the list of people who went this time, and checked them one by one. It was dangerous.

The port of Shanghai has been established, the inland ships built in Quanzhou have been handed over to Longmen to run the Yangtze River, and the lines outside the sea have also begun to run through. This year, the weather has been good, and the products are rich. The output of farms and the purchase of shops have also been reported.

After being angry for a long time, Ling Qingyu had no time to think about it again and began to seriously consider her national economic map.

The autumn sun shines in from the window, making the study with the window open particularly bright. The smoke curls in the incense burner in the corner, and the taste is very clear and elegant. It's the fragrance made by Cheng Jia himself. Even Ling Qingyu, who doesn't like the fragrance, is very fond of.

Ling Qingyu is sitting at the desk, doing accounting and drawing charts in front of a pile of accounts and letters. Cheng Jia writes his national policy on the table next to him. After a while, Cheng Jia will put down his pen and order a pot of new tea and pour a cup of tea for Ling Qingyu. Ling Qingyu, who is completely immersed in his own affairs, usually drinks directly, and lets one side serve the desk. It is speechless, but it is no wonder.

Cheng Jia has seen Ling Qingyu's several plans and sometimes gives some suggestions, but most of the time, they do their own things. In the study, except for the sound of charcoal strokes on the paper, there is silence, but it is extremely peaceful.

Cheng Jia occasionally looked up and looked at Ling Qingyu holding a charcoal pen, occasionally frowning, occasionally smiling, occasionally giggling, his expression was so rich that he didn't feel a smile, and his heart just felt that he had never been so full and peaceful.

Years are quiet.

On September 18, after a grand ceremony, the brigade began to walk towards the paddock. The official road from the first imperial army to the last entourage out of the city, walked about ten miles.

Qiu Shou, Qiu Shou, hunting naturally requires soldiers. This time, not only the guard camp, but also Zhao Yinfeng, who escorted the Liao mission to Beijing, and his subordinates.

Zhao Yinfeng came back with a stomach of fire this time. According to what he thought, he should take advantage of this time to attack with Yelv on both sides to completely defeat Xiao Sui, and then go to fight Yelv and take the land of the Liao state as his own. But he was gearing up for the war, but he received the order from Zhao Mingliang and the old man not to send troops! Zhao Yinfeng knew that sending troops privately would definitely be investigated by the imperial court. However, Zhao Mingliang's letter forbids sending troops, not only forbids sending troops, but also cooperates with Xiao Sui to negotiate peace with Dazhou. Zhao Yinfeng knew that Xiao Sui must have Zhao Mingliang's handle on his hand. This is to use this handle to let the Zhao family come forward to solve the threat on Dazhou's side in order to get time to fight Yelu.

As soon as he came back, Zhao Yinfeng found the old man and repeatedly explained that this was a great opportunity. If he could take the opportunity to recover Yanyun outer Kyushu and even destroy the Liao state, it would be a great credit. But the old man just said, what if Xiao Sui simply gave up Yelv and concentrated on fighting with Zhao Jiajun? Then the Zhao family army was completely exhausted. Even if it was finally meritorious, it was not the Zhao family. Then he used a very strict tone to order him to follow Zhao Mingliang's command in the future, because he had passed the position of Zhao family patriarch to Zhao Mingliang.

Depressed, Zhao Yinfeng found Gao Wenhe who was still in Bianjing to drink. Then he heard Gao Wenhe say about the Mid Autumn Festival cultural meeting. Then he heard Gao Wenhe sigh that Yang Zhao was really lucky to marry such a wife, and his heart was even more uncomfortable. The Zhao family was the culprit of Yang Zhao's death. Although they always had a fighting heart for Yang Zhao and Zhao Yinfeng, they also sincerely admired him. A generation of generals actually died under a conspiracy, and he knew about it at that time but did not inform Yang Zhao, which became a thorn in his heart.

Not to mention the woman, Zhao Yinfeng couldn't help looking at the two carriages in the back of the team again.

Accompanied by high-ranking officials and families in Bianjing, the vehicles are more beautiful than one, and the servants are more than one. When the women's families poke their heads out to see the scenery, they are singing and dancing. Only in the Dingguo mansion, although the carriage was large, it was inconspicuous, there were not many guards beside it, and the woman didn't even show her head.

This woman is also a thorn in his heart, inserted in the depths of his heart he doesn't know. He usually can't remember it. Once touched occasionally, he has a very uncomfortable pain like a cone. Moreover, now because of the Zhao family, she has become a widow without children.

He withdrew his eyes and looked at the flying flags of the guards on both sides of the road, women... The next day after returning to Bianjing, Wang Huilan sent someone to meet him at Ci'an temple in the suburbs of Beijing. As soon as they met, Wang Huilan burst into tears and jumped up, frightening Zhao Yinfeng to jump back three steps directly, and then solemnly saluted and called the second princess, which made Wang Huilan stop, and then turned to rush on the table and cry. From what she said intermittently, interrupted by her painful cry, Zhao Yinfeng roughly understood her meaning. It was nothing more than that she was now very wronged, very painful and pathetic. She was framed and demoted as a concubine by the second prince. Now she was in a difficult situation in the palace, and so on.

Zhao Yinfeng was speechless. She didn't know what Wang Huilan specifically asked him for? After hearing her cry for two quarters of an hour, she couldn't help but prepare to leave. Wang Huilan said her purpose and hoped that Zhao Yinfeng would be directly loyal to the second prince, so that she could retain the throne of Queen when the second prince ascended the throne.

Zhao Yinfeng just bowed and left at that time. He didn't know whether it was Wang Huilan stupid or the kind of person he seemed to be very stupid and easy to cheat. This time, Zhao Mingliang left the second prince and 100000 new soldiers in Weizhou. There was a rift between Zhao Mingliang and the second prince. After the second prince made friends with heishuiguan, the rift became even bigger, so the second prince hit him? No, the second prince is not so stupid. He wants his wife. Now it's a concubine. To impress a border general with old feelings, you should directly find him to impress him with interests. In other words, it was Wang Huilan's own idea to ask him to help her with her previous friendship. However, how could she have so much confidence that they could really make him do this for her before? To say friendship, it should be the saving grace that he pulled her out of the trap three times when she was a child! Remembering the expression of Wang Huilan who thought he had promised when he left, Zhao Yinfeng suddenly felt that it was really a shame to be told that she was in love with Wang Huilan before!

Such a woman!

Shaking his head, Zhao Yinfeng stopped thinking about it and squinted at the front of the team. The team of the Liao mission was in front of the Zhao family. At this time, I was afraid that Zhao Mingliang secretly got on Xiao Sui's car again.

Zhao Yinfeng had a terrible guess at what the old man and Zhao Mingliang were thinking, but he didn't want to face it, so he had to continue to be his general.

The paddock is a little away from Bianjing. When it was night, the army stopped halfway to rest. Each family set up their tents in the designated area. The servants were busy fetching water and cooking. Some of the masters' men went hunting, some of the women's dependents rested in the tents, and some of them walked outside surrounded by servant women.

Autumn hunting is the best time to meet. Not only the female relatives can see those young men in fresh clothes, but also the teenagers can peek into the style of those young girls.

Yan Qi didn't bring too many guards. Su Mu and Xie Sanlang didn't bring them. Only he and Ying jiuying 13yelu four plus Wang Zuo's twelve guards. On this occasion, it's impossible to bring too many people. On the other hand, if you really have something to do, it's impossible for many people to solve it. In addition to their guards, Bai Wei and two servant girls followed along. After all, in this open place, people saw that Ling Qingyu had only men to serve, so they didn't know what would happen.

auzw. Ling's food was brought by herself. As soon as the meat on the grill smelled, Cheng Jia found it. Www. 68mn.

Looking at the tent, Cheng Jia casually sat by the fire and asked, "why don't you come out?"

"Are you kidding?" Shadow thirteen glanced at him and turned the meat on the grill over.

Ling Qingyu is still a widow after all. It's impossible to say that she came here to see her joke this time. At this time, she can make a public appearance there.

"Isn't Alan's mask still there? Just let her look like a servant girl." Cheng Jia laughed. It is said that Mrs. Yang has never gone out. He used to think so, and he was heartbroken for this for a long time. As a result, where can he go out? Wearing a mask, this man ate all the delicious stalls in the streets of Bianjing.

"She said it's better to be honest here. After all, there are too many enemies. She's not afraid of 10000, just in case." Shadow thirteen handed Cheng Jia a piece of roasted meat and said.

Cheng Jia nodded, took the meat and bit it, then got up and said, "I'll stare at her then." After entering the paddock, there will be an emperor's worship ceremony. These guards can't go in, but at that scene, no one should be stupid enough to find Ling Qingyu's trouble.

There were all kinds of eyes nearby. Cheng Jia took the plate, took a few pieces of meat under the eyes of Ying shisan, and then walked leisurely back to Cheng Fu's territory.

Cheng Xiang leaned against the couch in the tent, and aunt Yue was rubbing his shoulders and beating his legs. She watched Cheng Jia come in, salute first, and then continue to beat Cheng Xiang's legs.

"Go and have a look." Cheng Xiangwei closed his eyes and gave an order. Aunt Yue answered, got up and walked out of the tent.

Cheng Jia put the plate in front of Cheng Xiang. The rich meat smell made Cheng Xiang unconsciously open his eyes and then sit up.

Looking at his father biting a piece of meat and enjoying it on his face, Cheng Jia smiled and said, "my brother is almost five years old. Should my father let him enter school?"

Cheng Xiang was slightly stunned, and then nodded. His first wife left him a son and a daughter and then died early. His son showed great talent since childhood. Moreover, he was also very emotional for the aunt who was promoted by the personal servant girl at that time, so he didn't renew his strings, but concentrated on cultivating his son. Later, he became the prime minister and the prime minister, and his business was busy, so his son couldn't take care of it. Fortunately, this son was really successful. Even if no one took care of it, he became the youngest champion of Dazhou, After that, he didn't care about the son. And the little son born to Aunt Yue, he didn't care about it. Now when Cheng Jia mentioned it, Fang remembered that Cheng Bing was also five years old, but he was still raising it in front of aunt Yue. It was really not good.

But this son, who has never bothered himself, now really gives him a headache. Living with that woman, he doesn't say it, and he also semi openly takes a stand, making him a prime minister who has always been a centrist, very passive.

"Father, the Dong family and the Wang family are too rampant. If they ascend the throne, it will certainly be detrimental to us and Qingliu. Father, have you ever thought about the fourth prince?" Looking at the prime minister's resentful eyes, Cheng Jia twisted a piece of meat and asked with a smile.

"The fourth prince?" Cheng Xiang sat up unconsciously, and his eyes deepened when he looked at Cheng Jia. Behind the fourth Prince is the Deng family, which is also a scholarly family, and is most popular with emperor Xiwen. Emperor Xiwen privately mentioned to him several times that he wanted to make the fourth Prince the crown prince.

"The fourth Prince is polite to the corporal and friendly to the scholars, and he has no strong background. He is bound to rely on our Qingliu to get support, which is much easier to control than the Dong and Wang families who regard us as enemies." As if he didn't see Cheng Xiang's eyes, Cheng Jia lowered his eyes and said.

"Jia'er, we'd better not participate in the prince's affairs and just stay on the sidelines." Cheng xiangshen said in a voice.

"If my son understands." Cheng Jia responded, then pushed the plate closer to Cheng, got up and left the tent.

He knows too well who his father is. He is said to be the head of the clean stream. In fact, he is the most powerful person. No matter who is the second prince of the eldest prince, someone must defeat him. How can this kind of thing happen with his father's mind? He has been silent about the establishment of the prince, only afraid that he has ideas in his heart. Today, try it, and it's true.

In this way, when both Cheng Xiang and Xiwen emperor think the time is not ripe, they will not decide the crown prince. In the future, the competition in the imperial court will be more dangerous! However, these have nothing to do with him. As long as someone picks up this head, they will naturally fight for it. As long as they can't help it, and then give a fatal blow, the imperial dynasty will collapse.

I don't know how long such a happy day can last

Because Yan Qi's appearance was too beautiful, Ling Qingyu asked Yan Qi to sit in the carriage with him instead of appearing outside. After reading so many gossip handed in by the red chamber, it can be concluded that the high-ranking families in Bianjing are really the headquarters of dog blood drama. If the women's families don't say it, the men go too far. In addition to those who pick up the ashes and rob the good people, there are also many people who like chrysanthemums. Most people keep so many beautiful boys for the purpose of purging fire. Although Yan Qi is old, his appearance and temperament are more and more beautiful, thinking that if he is liked by others

"I'm still * * at such an old age, I'm afraid I can't even return my life." Like talking to herself, Ling Qingyu didn't pay attention to what he said.

Yan Qiyi smiled, hugged her waist from behind and said with a smile, "don't worry, I won't let anyone touch me. Besides, my chrysanthemum, didn't you have a good time?"

Ling Qingyu's face rubs red, and a slip becomes eternal hatred!

Seeing that her face was red and angry, Yan Qi couldn't help hugging her more tightly, and then kissed her lips.

"Yan Qi, this is outside..." Ling Qingyu just said a sentence, his mouth was blocked more tightly, and then he was liberated with a light cough from the shadow who brought in the food, and he stared at Yan Qi more angrily.

Yan Qi just chuckled, waved Ying shisan out, and then took her hand and poked it in from his skirt. He laughed in a low voice and said, "can I teach you another move today?"

With her curvaceous body lying on the cushion, her beautiful hips cocked up, and her eyes were like silk. She teased her with water mist. With her warm palm, she held her hand and went to her hip groove. Ling Qingyu only felt her nose hot. She quickly raised her head and slapped her hand on that hip, saying, "still playing!"

Yan Qi chuckled, turned over, took a handkerchief and helped her wipe the line of nosebleed. He hugged her and said with a smile, "if you like it, admit it. I also like being made like this by you." when he said it, he stuck it up again and said with a smile, "I like both the front and the back."

Ling Qingyu stares at him sideways. After knowing Yan Qi for so many years, he now knows what this person's nature is like. He is simply a goblin! In addition to martial arts, Yan Qi learned sex in the red chamber. In order to revenge Wang Yi, she specialized in Chrysanthemum learning. How to make the back happy was a fine learning, so it was possible for a cautious person like Wang Yi to learn his way. After Ling Qingyu got drunk that day, Yan Qi began to teach Ling Qingyu everything she learned, so that she could really understand and experience how to make men chrysanthemum happy, Looking at her struggling, shy but curious appearance seemed to be very happy for Yan Qi, so that he would never tire of flirting with her from then on.

"Yan Qi, you..." he shot him up and down with bad eyes, and Ling Qingyu snorted.

Lying on her shoulder, Yan Qi frowned twice, and then whispered, "I will only do this with you. Don't worry. If someone touches me in the future, it must be my body."

"Yan Qi!" Covering his mouth, Ling Qingyu said angrily, "don't say that!"

"Well," Yan Qi took her hand with a smile and said, "I know, even the body can only be touched by you, okay?"