Tyrant I am from MI9

Chapter 188

Qing Xia smiled coldly, rolled her eyes, a bold idea had already formed in her mind, thinking of Qin Zhiyi and others' domineering appearance at the banquet, she couldn't help feeling murderous, since they are not benevolent, they can't blame themselves for being unrighteous .This group of people has repeatedly opposed Xuan Wangfu, and it is time to show them some color.Thinking of this, he gave orders to everyone.

Half an hour passed, everyone was still a little ignorant, only Li Zhentao and Lian Zhou had a little understanding, Qing Xia said in a deep voice: "You follow my instructions, remember to be careful, don't give away any rumors or cheating feet."

Everyone agreed, and retreated, Qingxia suddenly remembered something, stopped Lianzhou, and after everyone walked out, he said in a deep voice: "You send the pigeon to Penglai Consul Zhu, just say what I said before It doesn’t matter if it’s a bit slow, the drawings are so plausible, we must not let the people of Qin get it right away, it’s better if it’s delayed for three to five years.”

Lian Zhou nodded in agreement, and closed the study door.

Candles were flickering all around, and the breeze was blowing outside the window. Qin Zhiyan's study was facing the water. Outside was a lake with willow trees on both sides. There was a small pavilion in the center of the lake, which was very quiet.It was already late at night, no one was moving around, Qing Xia put on a cloak, slowly opened the door, and walked out, only to see the moonlight was bleak, the water rippling, occasionally there was the sound of insects, making the place even more quiet.

She slowly raised her head, looked at the southern sky, her eyes were blurred, and she said in an inaudible way: "Great Qin is rich and strong, and the intention of the Eastern Expedition is obvious. I can only win five years for you. With you If you have the ability to fight Qin after five years, I owe you, and there is only so much I can do for you."

The moonlight is bleak, and everything is still. Under the gloomy moonlight, the woman's figure floats like fog, making it difficult to see clearly.

After returning from the royal banquet, Qin Zhiyan fell ill. Eight witch doctors from southern Xinjiang consulted in the dormitory for three consecutive days, and finally walked out of the room on the fourth morning. The elder is out of the palace, Qin Zhiyan won't survive the end of next month.

Qing Xia personally went to the Zijin Gate and knelt down, asking for an order to enter the palace, but after two hours, she only got a box of pills, which said it could protect the life of His Highness the Third Highness.

After taking the medicine, her breathing eased and her condition improved. Seeing that Qin Zhiyan's complexion was finally no longer so pale, Qingxia's heart that had been hanging for several days finally let go. rise.

When she woke up, it was already noon on the second day. Qin Zhiyan was sitting in front of her in a green robe with wide sleeves and a soft face. Seeing her wake up, he chuckled happily.After the rain had passed, all that was left was constant worries and worries, but at this moment, a war suddenly broke out in Beijiang, and the Beijiang camp sent an emergency to Xianyang, asking His Highness the Third Prince to sit in Beijiang.Fortunately, the eighth prince Qin Zhixiang took the initiative to ask for a fight, which saved Qin Zhiyan from the trouble of dragging his sick body to the northern border.

In the early morning, the city of Xianyang was bustling with crowds. Compared with the strict level of security in the inner and outer cities of Nanchu, the streets of Xianyang seemed more lively.Early in the morning, Qingxia took the entourage of Prince Xuan's Mansion to Baitingpo in the north of the city to send off Qin Zhixiang who was about to go on a long journey.

Compared with the bustling scene in the Great Hall of Supreme Harmony that day, today's Baitingpo is much quieter, with only a few ministers from the foreign court present.Qin Zhixiang was accompanied by twenty personal guards, and he was dressed in cyan armor. His brows and eyes, which resembled Qin Zhiyan's, did not have the sickness in his eyes, and he looked sunny and handsome.Seeing Qing Xia coming, she smiled casually, ran forward, said to Qing Xia with a smile: "Sister-in-law San, you are here."

Qing Xia was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, although the King of Qin had proposed a marriage for the two of them, they hadn't married after all, and suddenly he called the third sister-in-law so affectionately, he couldn't react for a while.

"The war in northern Xinjiang is tight this time, and you may not be able to come back when you and the third brother get married. If you call the third sister-in-law in advance, it will be regarded as drinking the wedding wine of the third brother."

Qing Xia felt warm in her heart, and said in a deep voice to the only Prince Qin who was not on guard: "Last year, the snowstorm in the north was severe, and now is the time when it is at its worst. They got benefits last time, and this time they are like wolves. Coming in a storm. You are on the front line, you must be careful in everything, Zhiyan and I are in Xianyang City, waiting for you to return triumphantly someday and become another God of War in our Great Qin."

Qin Zhixiang nodded and said, "Third sister-in-law also take care of your health, I'm leaving now."

Qing Xia smiled slightly: "Be careful in everything."

When returning to the city, along the way, I kept hearing people talking about the spectacle of the group of white fish in the Weishui River traveling westward in recent days. Qingxia sneered inwardly when she heard this, but her face remained calm, everything was going on in an orderly manner. Go ahead, all you need now is patience and a good attitude to appreciate jokes.

As soon as he walked to the second gate of the North City Gate, he saw soldiers from the Jingji Battalion in the inner city escorting a group of men and women in coarse linen clothes, waiting to go out for inspection.Qing Xia's eyes are sharp, and when she sees an old woman in her fifties, she feels very familiar, but she has been sick and groggy recently, and she can't remember where she saw her.Seeing that Qingxia reined in his horse and stopped, Lian Zhou leaned forward and asked in a low voice, "Girl, what happened?"

Qing Xia shook her head slowly, and said: "Lian Zhou, go and ask, what happened to this group of people?"

Lian Zhou nodded in agreement, came back in a while, and said respectfully: "Girl, those people are from the inner palace. They said they committed a crime and they will be dragged to the Sima Bureau as slaves."

Qing Xia was startled when she heard the words, looked with fixed eyebrows, nodded slightly, and said: "Let's go, go back home."

Returning to the palace, he handed the reins to the servants, saw two soft sedan chairs parked at the gate of the palace, and asked the third steward of the palace while walking, "Who is here?"

The third manager, Zhang Yan, is a middle-aged man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks. He has a very unpleasant face, but he is very clever and loyal. Now the people in the palace have already regarded Qing Xia as the hostess, and quickly said with a smile: "It's a foreigner." The two thousand generals who went to Shangxi and Yanrong, the king is going to have a big birthday, and all the adults from all over the country have returned to Beijing to celebrate their birthdays."

Qing Xia frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Has Your Highness seen them?"

"No," Zhang Yan shook his head and said, "His Royal Highness arranged for the Second Steward to hold a banquet for the two generals in Tingsong Pavilion. His Highness is now on the Diaolou."

Qing Xia nodded, handed him the whip, turned around and walked towards the Diaolou.Along the way, people saluted respectfully, wore flowers and brushed the willows, and opened the door of the flower house in the Diaolou, a quiet fragrance came to the face. Qin Zhiyan was dressed in a blue gown, standing among the orchid grass in the room, holding a shovel in his hand The little flower hoe heard the sound and didn't look back, but continued to shovel the soil for a top-quality molan plant seriously, with a mellow and hoarse voice, and said very gently: "You are back, is the eighth brother gone?"

Qingxia's vigor was immediately removed, she walked slowly behind Qin Zhiyan, stretched out her arms and hugged his waist from behind, pressing her face tightly on his back.Qin Zhiyan was slightly taken aback, his body froze, he slowly stood up straight, put down the flower hoe, his two slender hands were covered with black dirt, and said a little funny: "What's the matter, have you been wronged? ?”

Qing Xia didn't make a sound, just shook her head frequently, rubbing her forehead against the clothes on Qin Zhiyan's back, slightly itchy.

Qin Zhiyan chuckled, raised his dirty hands, and said helplessly, "Yimaer, my hands are dirty."

Qing Xia is still holding him stubbornly, she is not at all like the sharp and calm mistress of the palace in front of the servants, nor the sharp-tongued and sharp princess in the Taihe Hall, on the contrary, she looks like a coquettish child with a muffled voice He said, "Qin Zhiyan, why are you so nice?"

The corners of Qin Zhiyan's mouth were soft, and her warm breath kept blowing on his back, as if the heat was blowing into his spine. His cheeks were a little thin, but he still looked so handsome, with a strong heart An's warmth, Qing Xia's thoughtless words made the virtuous king of Daqin quite confused, so he had to follow Qing Xia's words and say: "Yima'er is also very good."

Qing Xia suddenly let go of Qin Zhiyan's waist, ran up to him, stood on tiptoe, looked him in the eyes, and said loudly: "Tell me, why are you so kind to me?"

Qin Zhiyan gave a doting smile, stretched out his dark fingers to point at the tip of Qingxia's nose, and said, "Because Yima'er is also very kind to me."

Qing Xia stretched out her arms and wrapped her arms around Qin Zhiyan's neck, buried her head in his arms, pouted and said: "Qin Zhiyan, I will always be good to you."

"En," Qin Zhiyan smiled, and wrapped his arms around her, being careful not to let his hands touch her clothes, with deep smile lines around his eyes.

In the small flower room, there is the light and soft fragrance of orchid grass everywhere. Qingxia and Qin Zhiyan embrace each other. At this moment, she is no longer the troubled trouble of the four kingdoms, and he is no longer the one. The Great Qin princes who are so powerful in northern Xinjiang, they are just a pair of ordinary lovers in the world. They can look at each other and smile after hardships, they can move forward hand in hand after wars, and they can embrace each other quietly after life and death.

Suddenly remembered the matter of listening to Songguan, and said softly: "General Qianhu of Shangxi and Yanrong..."

"Don't worry about it," Qin Zhiyan smiled lightly, and said, "I'll leave naturally after a while."

Qing Xia nodded and said, "Whose is it?"

Qin Zhiyan's eyes were deep, he let go of Qingxia's body, picked up the flower hoe, and lifted up the green leaves of Molan, and said lightly: "The little princess of Yanwang's mansion was full of moon yesterday, and there are many people talking, so it is inevitable that some people will make mistakes. talk."

"You can't just let it go!" Qing Xia raised her brows and said angrily, "This is not the first time."

"Yimaer," Qin Zhiyan turned around, and said in a deep voice, "The trees in Prince Xuan's mansion attract the wind, but they are also hard to get in by splashing water. Now the Huns in the north keep knocking on the border, the south is severely flooded, and the east is severely drought. Provoking right and wrong at this time."

(End of this chapter)