Every male protagonist wants to fuck me

Chapter 227 And use the title to lure the king's heart (15)

The barbarians were pacified, and the celebration banquet of the Northwest Army was held in full swing. The soldiers drank and chatted around the fire.

Xi Ning sat in the main tent, wrinkled, not very happy.

The situation was different from what she had imagined.

There was an accident in Kyoto, but the person who had the accident was the Prince Regent...

She is now using the excuse to go back to escort the king, so there is no guarantee that she will not be regarded as a traitor.

But when she went back with the news of Wang Shi's triumphant return, she was afraid that the man would take away her military power, so she gave her a one-day prison tour package instead.

To go back is to die, not to go back... that is to die slowly.

It's dead anyway!
Xi Ning sighed, worry's hair was turning white.

Fugui couldn't bear to see her way of thinking that everything was going to be bad, and couldn't bear it.

[Host, practice is the only criterion for testing the truth, you have to try, don't just think about the consequences, you have to move forward. 】

Xi Ning sighed again with a blank face, and said in a low tone: "Fugui, you are becoming more and more like an old lady now..."

[…] It shouldn't have spoken, it should have watched Xi Ning kill himself.

The curtain of the main tent was lifted, and Han Zhang hurried in, knelt down without looking sideways, and said anxiously: "Forgive me, General, there is an urgent report at the end, so I broke in abruptly."

"No problem, what's the rush?" The expression on Xi Ning's face immediately became calm and indifferent, and the brows that were previously frowned have straightened and stretched.

Han Zhang did not delay, and spoke quickly: "There is news from the capital that His Majesty has been assassinated, and his life is in danger, fear, fear..."

Han Zhang lowered his head, not daring to say the next word.

Xi Ning almost sat up in a hurry, the accident happened so suddenly that her mind went blank, she just wanted to hurry back to the capital and go to Murong Jue's side.

She tore off the cloak hanging on the rack, tied it around her neck, and explained to Han Zhang as she walked out.

"I'll go back to Beijing first. You manage the affairs of the military camp well. Write me a confession letter tomorrow and send it back to Kyoto in [-] li. Return Your Majesty."

Walking to Han Zhang's side, Xi Ning patted him on the shoulder heavily, and said solemnly: "I will leave the northwest border to you. You must guard it for my father, please."

Han Zhang nodded solemnly, without saying much, but the crystal light flickered slightly in his eyes.

Miss's heart is not at the border, he is destined not to be able to keep her, although such a day has long been expected, but when it happens, he still feels reluctant to let go, after this farewell, he does not know when we will see each other again.

Seeing Xi Ning's figure without turning his head, Han Zhang kowtowed heavily to see him off.

The border is desolate, the plants are sparse, and it is even more disturbingly quiet after nightfall.

At this time, Xi Ning couldn't care about other things. He quickly calculated the nearest route in his mind, waved his horsewhip high, and wished he could reach the capital tonight.

However, the distance between the northwest border and Kyoto is not something that can be reached overnight.

Xi Ning drove for three days and killed three horses before arriving at the largest city in the northwest.

Another five days later, Cao Yuanting rushed to the General's Mansion in Lanhai City with a group of officials from the Ministry of Rites.

At that time, Han Zhang was cleaning the general's mansion up and down.

Cao Yuanting held the imperial decree, and Han Zhang led a group of soldiers to kneel down to receive the decree.

Cao Yuanting looked around, but couldn't help frowning when he didn't see any familiar faces.

"Where is your chief general? Let her come out to receive the order."

Han Zhang cupped his hands, and said neither humble nor overbearing: "I heard that His Majesty's Eucharist is ill. General Xi has already returned to Beijing first, and the pleading note was also written by the last general. It should have been sent to the capital by now."

Cao Yuanting tightened his hand holding the imperial decree, then stroked his beard and smiled, shaking his head helplessly.

That little girl, with all her heart and eyes full of His Majesty, only His Majesty can't see through, she really answered the authorities' fans, and the bystanders can clearly understand that sentence.

Cao Yuanting helped Han Zhang up with a smile, and handed over the imperial decree to him, with a much softer tone.

"Old General Xi died of illness. General Xi's elders are veterans in the army. On the day of His Majesty's empress ceremony, all generals, don't forget to go back to Beijing and have a glass of wedding wine."

Han Zhang was taken aback for a moment, and was a little dumbfounded: "The Empress Dowager Ceremony?"

"That's right, the Empress Dowager Ceremony." After Cao Yuanting finished speaking, he realized that he hadn't made it clear. He sneered, and then explained: "It's the old man who didn't make it clear. The purpose is to honor the last imperial edict set by the late emperor, and Xi Ning, the daughter of the general Xi, will be appointed as the empress. The grand empress ceremony will be in March, and all generals must not miss it."

Queen...

How come the old general never mentioned this matter?

Han Zhang was puzzled, but thinking of the chaotic situation in Kyoto, he immediately understood the old general's intentions.

It's just a pity that the major general is loyal, and the clear moonlight on the border is destined not to keep her.

Han Zhang received the imperial edict, smiled heartily, and happily entertained Cao Yuanting and his party.

Since the little general whom His Majesty has been thinking about has already returned to Beijing, there is no need for him to rush back. He can also serve two purposes by inspecting the border for His Majesty.

Cao Yuanting readily agreed.

Xi Ning hurried into the capital, and with the token given to her by His Majesty before leaving, she entered the palace without hindrance. She was so anxious that she didn't notice that the guards in the palace were obviously different from those in the past, let alone the guards on horseback. What an inappropriate thing to gallop in the palace.

When he arrived at the Hall of Zhaohe, Xi Ning got off his horse, pushed open the door of the hall, and strode towards the bed.

The door of the hall closed behind him, Xi Ning walked into the inner hall, lifted the curtain covering the bed, and his bright black eyes fell directly on the person in the mattress.

He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, his handsome face was pale, his brows were raised, and he seemed to be sleeping uneasy.

Xi Ning reached out his hand to smooth the wrinkles between his brows, but his wrist was grasped gently.

The man's dark eyes opened, the strength of his grip on the wrist continued to increase, and he pulled forward suddenly, pulling Xi Ning onto the bed.

How could a dying person have such great strength?
Xi Ning was worried that Murong Jue would be injured, so he didn't resist, and only after being pressed on the bed by that person did he realize something was wrong.

Just when he was about to struggle, the man leaned down, pressed her wrist on top of his head, and kissed her lips irresistibly.

Xi Ning, who couldn't stand the beauty's teasing, was quickly seduced by the kiss, and immediately put aside the doubts just now, and devoted himself to the youthful but very seductive kissing skills.

The cloak on his body was scattered on the bed, and the belt around his waist was untied. Xi Ning, who had hurried back to the capital, just fell into the gentle village, and then fell asleep unconsciously.

At night, the young and handsome king lifted the curtains of the bed, and got out of bed with only thin single clothes. He picked up the clothes brought in by the servant who didn't know when, and dressed neatly in an orderly manner.

Walking to the gate of the hall, the little eunuch respectfully presented the things His Majesty ordered to be carefully crafted, and lowered his head, not daring to look at the king in front of him.

People outside the palace don't know this temperament, but people in the palace are trembling with fear of this terrifying coercion. They dare not make the slightest mistake, let alone inquire about it privately. The less the better.

(End of this chapter)