I summon all the famous generals in history in another world

Chapter 1087 Warm fragrant nephrite
(Alas, I can’t drive…)
"Jingwei, what do you think Zifu is doing right now?"

Su Ye suddenly turned around, and the agarwood dissipated into nothingness in the wind.

"But are you sewing clothes under the lamp again? Or..."

The voice stopped abruptly, but the window of the teahouse in front was seen half-open, and a woman in plain clothes was looking out the window, with a faded wintersweet in her hair.

Su Ye looked at the plain shadow and suddenly felt his eyes getting hot - that was Wei Zifu's favorite plum blossom hairpin, which he had personally pinned in her hair during the Lantern Festival last year.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, dyeing the streets of Qiandu pure white. Su Ye walked towards the palace city on the crunching snow. His white fox fur swept across the lanterns covered with icicles. Jingwei suddenly heard a very light sigh.

"It's time to think of a name for the child."

"Or maybe... Mother and Father have almost made up their mind?"

The lord's voice mixed in the north wind, sometimes far away and sometimes near.

Snowflakes rustled on the doorstep of the prince's mansion. Su Ye stepped over the threshold, stepping on the broken jade all over the ground. The fragrance of agarwood mixed with the vapor of snow formed a thin mist in the corridor.

This house was originally the villa of Prince Lu of the previous dynasty. At this moment, the icicles hanging from the eaves reflected the moonlight, looking like thousands of green frost swords hanging in the air.

But just after Su Ye entered the inner room, he suddenly discovered a beautiful figure appearing inside!

Su Ye immediately became alert, thinking that it was a young lady from a noble family who was sent by the old ministers of Daqian to warm his bed in order to please him.

Su Ye looked through the gap and saw a Jin Boshan furnace placed on the green jade table in the inner room. There was a familiar fragrance mixed in the curling sandalwood - it was the secret frankincense made by the Yin-Yang family, which required Kunlun snow lotus and South China Sea ambergris, and it took 9981 days to become incense.

His heart beat suddenly, and he took two steps at a time to open the Xiangfei bamboo curtain, only to see the moon-white drapery moving without wind. A graceful figure was reclining on the soft couch by the window. Her deep scarlet dress was rolling like the morning glow, and the oriental pearls adorned with the Nine-Di Crown in her hair shone brightly in the candlelight.

"Your Highness is finally back."

The woman propped her chin up and smiled slightly, playing with a bronze talisman on her fingertips. The cloud patterns painted with cinnabar cast tiny shadows on her snow-white skin.

"If it's any later, the incense ashes in this Boshan furnace will form a pair of lotus flowers."

Su Ye's throat rolled, and the smell of agarwood mixed with styrax rushed through his nasal cavity.

He was too familiar with this voice - last Mid-Autumn Festival, it was this clear voice that sang "Nine Songs: God of the East" at the Hengzhou Observatory, startling all the white cranes in the city to fly around the tower.

"Fei Yan?"

He took three or two steps to the front of the couch, and his golden silk belt swept the "Map of Qianzhou" off the desk. Suddenly, a silver bell-like laughter rang out from the inner room, startling the glass lamp on the desk and making it jump three times.

"How did you come?"

"It takes seven days by express horse to get from Hengzhou to Qiandu, in this icy and snowy place..."

Su Ye picked up the inlaid gold Boshan stove on the desk and watched the green smoke rising from the hollow cloud and thunder pattern.

"Your Highness has forgotten?"

"In three days it will be the twenty-third day of the twelfth lunar month, the Little New Year's Eve."

Feiyan's fingertips brushed across the gilded cloud pattern of the Boshan furnace, and the agarwood mixed with ambergris weaved into a fine web in the warm room.

Only then did Su Ye notice the newly pasted door god statue on the window frame.

"The overall situation in Qianzhou has been decided. Once Wei Qing has taken over Tianshui and Longxi counties, I will set off to return to Hengzhou."

Su Ye's fingertips stroked the "bountiful harvest" outlined in gold foil on the New Year's painting and he suddenly chuckled.

"At that time, let Wei Qing temporarily take over as the Grand Commander of Qianzhou, and all the Hengzhou Army, Yulin Guards, and surrendered troops will be under his command."

Feiyan paused, she knew that Su Ye's plan was to provide more protection for Wei Zifu, another confidante of Su Ye. Moreover, Feiyan had a good relationship with Wei Zifu and understood Su Ye's approach. Now that Wei Zifu was about to give birth to Su Ye's eldest son, Su Ye naturally could not treat Wei Zifu unfairly.

"I have read your fortune for your Highness."

Feiyan suddenly held Su Ye's hand and stroked the palm lines with her fingertips.

"The Purple Palace is moving, the stars are shining, Your Highness will surely have the joy of having a baby on this trip."

Su Ye chuckled when he heard that, and his fingertips brushed the silver hairpin in her hair. How could he not know that this was a trick of the Yin-Yang School?

This Lord Dongjun of the Yin-Yang School is a rare genius in the art of Yin-Yang in the past hundred years. He is good at observing the stars and predicting fortunes. How could he not have predicted that his heart was beating like a pounding drum at this moment?
"On the eve of the Little New Year, women should tie five-colored silk ribbons for their husbands."

Feiyan suddenly took off the sachet from her waist, revealing gold, silver, red, yellow and green threads hidden inside. They glowed under the candlelight, symbolizing "five blessings coming to the door."

"Then I would like to see if Lord Dongjun's five-colored silk ribbon works."

He suddenly grabbed Feiyan's wrist, and the agarwood mixed with ambergris dissipated in the wind.

Feiyan did not answer, but just looked at him and smiled. Her eyes seemed to be filled with stars. The candlelight suddenly burst into a flower, casting the shadows of the two people on the Xiangfei bamboo curtain.

Feiyan suddenly picked up the cold teacup on the table, watched the jasmine floating in the tea swirling and sinking to the bottom, and suddenly remembered the sentence in the Yin-Yang classics: "The harmony of Yin and Yang gives birth to all things."

"Your Highness, do you know why I wear a wintersweet in my hair?"

She suddenly picked up the silver scissors and cut off the sparks from the candle wick. Su Ye looked at the silver hairpin in her hair and suddenly felt a sweet and fishy taste in his throat.

"because……"

Feiyan suddenly held his hand and stroked the lines on his palm with her fingertips.

"Winter plum blossoms stand proudly in the snow, and are the best for having children!"

Su Ye chuckled when he heard this, and the scent of agarwood mixed with the scent of ink weaved into a fine web in the warm room.

"Then I want to see if Lord Dongjun's wintersweet is effective."

He suddenly picked up the purple brush on the desk and drew on Feiyan's palm. The red ink was like a dragon flying through the clouds. With just three or two strokes, he connected "yin and yang" and "qian kun" into a circle.

Feiyan suddenly picked up the silver scissors and cut the jade belt around his waist. The scent of agarwood mixed with ambergris spread in the warm room, startling the swallows perched on the beams and making them fly into the pale blue sky.

Then she suddenly stretched out her hand and tore down the curtain. Twelve silver foil talismans fell to the ground, igniting a blue flame in the air.

Su Ye only felt the warmth and softness in his arms, and heard a very light sigh in his ears.

"I only hope that by this time next year, I can also hold my little prince in my arms and watch the dragon boat lanterns on the Hengzhou River..."

The candle in the inner room suddenly went out, and the moonlight cast their shadows on the Xiangfei bamboo curtain.

At the same time, outside in the mansion, snowflakes were hitting the vermilion door knocker of the prince's mansion. When Jingwei stepped into the corridor in his deerskin boots, he ran into three graceful figures standing at the corner of the corridor.

The red-dressed woman in the lead was playing with the silver pendant hanging on her chest, and the golden bells on her wrists jingled as she moved, just like the hairpins commonly worn by Hu girls from outside the Great Wall - but the sound of the bells contained the soul-captivating melody passed down from the Yin-Yang School, and ordinary people would lose two of their three souls if they listened to it for too long.

"Miss Jingwei has returned at the right time. Lord Dongjun is discussing matters with the Duke of Zhenguo."

The woman in red suddenly raised her eyes, and the hair around her fingertips suddenly ignited with blue flames, making the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows look even more enchanting.

Jingwei recognized that this was Da Siming, one of the elders of the Fire Division in the Yin-Yang School of the Tianwu Continent. In the Shenwu Hall under Su Ye's command, she was also one of the notorious femme fatales. She had used the Yin-Yang Hand Seal to roast hundreds of unruly people in Hengzhou.

Currently, under Su Ye's command, apart from Su Ye and Dongjun Feiyan, who is favored by Su Ye, few people can command her.

(End of this chapter)