Prime Minister, please pick me up

Chapter 392 Who Is The Clay Sculpture
About a hundred miles south of Cangzhou City, beyond the Bishui Mountains is the territory of Shuyue Kingdom.

There are two veins in the Bishui Mountains. The east-west vein is the dividing line between Moran and Shuyue Land. The north-south vein is connected to the east-west vein and belongs to the border of Shuyue. At one end is Yuchu.

Cangzhou City was recaptured a few days ago, and after discussion, they planned to take this opportunity to directly lead troops to the seven cities in the Bishui Mountains. Therefore, Cangzhou City left General Gu Shengu to guard the city, Lan Yu and Jing Xingzhi They each led 50 troops and marched along the two veins of the Bishui Mountains, intending to capture the seven cities adjacent to the Bishui Mountains by surrounding them on both sides.

Jing Xingzhi was dressed in a flamboyant fiery red brocade jacket, the silver armor gleamed coldly, and he wore a red single-cloth cape. Standing on a small hillside, the cool morning breeze made the robe rattle.

"I thought I would be the first to get up, but unexpectedly I was one step too late!" An elegant and gentle voice sounded behind him.

The visitor was dressed in plain white brocade clothes, with half black hair, and an elegant face. Although the corners of his eyes were tired, but still swallowed a faint warmth, he walked towards Jing Xingzhi with a smile.

Hearing the voice, Jing Xingzhi turned his head to look at the person, and smiled slightly, "Shuihan, morning!" The voice was not as ostentatious as before, but added a touch of depth similar to compassion.

Walking up to Jing Xingzhi's side, standing side by side with him, watching the sun break through the clouds and slowly rise from the east, Shui Han's eyes were also stained with a ray of light, "Xingzhi, do you think this war is still going to happen?" How long will it take?" Shuihan's voice was very light, very light, and there was a hint of helplessness that seemed to be there.

Jing Xingzhi shook his head, "I don't know, I heard that there is no big movement in Xihaiguan." Although Shuyue started the war this time, they all knew that Bai Weitan was the most troublesome person Therefore, when the war will end, it mainly depends on the side of the West Customs.

Shui Han is also a smart person, so he naturally knew what Jing Xingzhi meant, smiled gently, and said with some emotion, "At that time, I knew that Prime Minister Bai Weitan was Jinxue, the priest of Miaojiang, and he was leading the army to fight against Mo Ran. It startled me!"

Jing Xingzhi thought of the man in the snow suit with a clear face, and his voice was darkened, "Who isn't? Bai Weitan has guarded Moran for so many years, who would have thought that he was a priest of Miaojiang!"

"The world is changing and it's hard to budget." Shui Han said quietly.

"If it wasn't for this war, you would have already entered the palace and married Xingyue." Looking at Shuihan, Jing Xingyue smiled, and there was a bit of banter and banter between his words.

"That's right, it's all because of this war, so we can't hold a beauty back." Following Jing Xingzhi's words, Shui Han said with a bit of sadness.

Hearing this, Jing Xingzhi raised his eyebrows, "Would you like to hug a beauty? Are you afraid that you will be hugged back by a beauty?!"

Shui Han smiled, "That's right." Who told him to marry Jing Xingyue, and it was his imperial ultimatum to enter the royal family!

Jing Xingzhi glanced at the man beside him, and then at the clouds in the sky. After a long silence, he slowly said, "Shui Han, will you be too wronged for letting you enter the palace?"

No matter in terms of family background, appearance, or ability, Shui Han is considered top-notch among these honorable princes in Yuchu, and he felt aggrieved for Shui Han when he was allowed to enter the palace.

Shui Han curved his lips into a smile, with elegant eyebrows and eyes, "Who made the person I like become a queen!" It was a kind of light and loose tone, but the amber eyes were full of seriousness.

A long, long time ago, so long that he didn't even know when, in his heart, he could only let go of that figure.

Jing Xingzhi didn't speak, just stared at Shui Han for a while, then sighed softly.

Seeing Jing Xingzhi's expression, Shui Han was delighted, "Those who don't know think I'm your real brother!"

"Declare, you are older than me!" Shui Han was half a month older than him.

The corners of Shui Han's lips twitched, and then he lightly bumped Jing Xingzhi with his shoulder, and said with a smile, "If you really think I've been wronged, then you can persuade Jing Xingyue to stop making so many men in her harem in the future. Come in, but I'm afraid I can't help but kill them all!"

"Then how much can you tolerate at most?" Jing Xingzhi asked.

Shui Han was silent for a while, then slowly stretched out an index finger in front of Jing Xingzhi, without making a sound, just made a mouth shape, one, only this one!
"I can't tell, you're quite possessive!" Jing Xingzhi turned his head to look at the man beside him, a faint smile appeared on his fairy and elegant face.

Shui Han didn't take it seriously, "What would you do if there were other men beside Yu Qingchen?"

Jing Xingzhi was silent for a while, and said seriously without the slightest perfunctory, "No matter who those people are, silence them all!"

"That's it!" Shui Han tilted his head, as if he was looking at the clouds in the sky, and at Jing Xingzhi.

"By the way, we will attack the city in two days, have you discussed it with Lan Yu?" Thinking of this incident, Jing Xingzhi's expression became serious, but there was a hint of certainty in his good-looking eyes.

This time, together with Lan Yu, they are determined to take down the seven cities in the Clear Water Mountains in one fell swoop.

Shui Han nodded, "The news has been passed on to him." After a pause, he continued, "This young general, Mo Ran, is truly formidable. The one who kills the enemy in battle is not really formidable, but the one who can command the battle behind the scenes. It's really smart, that little general of the Lan family doesn't lack anything!"

"He doesn't seem to be a weak crown yet?" Shui Han asked curiously.

Jing Xingzhi nodded, "Lan Yu really shouldn't be underestimated." Then he added, "At the end of the year, the regent Prince Ran ran by his side to educate, except for Zi Yueran, who was a fuel-efficient lamp. Xu Luan, it's not easy!"

Shui Han frowned, as if thinking of something, "Actually, I've seen that regent before."

Jing Xingzhi was a little surprised.

"During the palace banquet back then, the regent came to Yuchu with the original Ninth Highness, your Ninth Emperor Uncle, and the current Qingmingju lord, Yi Che." Shui Han said slowly.

Jing Xingzhi sighed softly, "If Zi Lingmo hadn't died, her children would probably call me brother by now." Over the years, Uncle Jiu has never forgotten Zi Lingmo.

"She's turned into a pile of loess now, you'd better advise your Uncle Nine Emperors to put it down as soon as possible!" During this period of time, he also learned a little about Yi Che, at least Yi Che had saved his life before After all, I still don't want him to guard a dead person for the rest of his life.

Jing Xingzhi raised his eyebrows, "What? Are you looking for opportunities for your aunt?" Although Shui Xiyin did not return to Shui's home these years, she is Shui Han's aunt after all.

Shui Han shook his head, "My aunt and he are considered childhood sweethearts. I haven't liked her for so long, and my aunt won't have any possibility in the future." Moreover, he doesn't have much relationship with that aunt.

Jing Xingzhi shook his head, "Uncle Jiu's temperament is that he doesn't listen to persuasion, but in love, he has an unrepentant temperament!"

Shui Han didn't say anything else, love is always like a person who knows how warm and cold the water is, and doesn't allow others to make irresponsible remarks. Since Yi Che insisted, it must be that he himself thinks it's worth it.

"Where are you and Yu Qingchen? When are you going to get married?" When he said this, the teasing and teasing in Shui Han's words was obvious.Everyone knows that Yu Jiayu Qingchen resigned from the marriage contract with Jing Xingzhi before, but now after going around and around, this paper marriage contract fell on them again.

Jing Xingzhi was a little helpless, and shrugged his shoulders, "Believe it or not, this engagement will definitely be rescinded by Qingchen!" Qingchen is a man, so it is impossible to really marry him as the young lady of the Yu family and treat him like a lifetime princess!

Furthermore, even if Qingchen really wanted to, he didn't want to wrong him.

Hey... He is obviously the one being crushed, hmph... Next time, you must put Qingchen under your body!
Thinking of this, Jing Xingzhi's head suddenly became a little knotted, and the scene of the night before the expedition involuntarily appeared in front of him.

"What's wrong with you?" Shui Han tilted his head and saw Jing Xingzhi's dazed and thoughtful face, he couldn't help asking curiously, there was a bit of banter and joke in his eyes.

Jing Xingzhi blushed, covered his lips and coughed twice, cleared his throat and said, "It's nothing."

Shui Han didn't point it out either, and smiled slightly with curved lips.

West Customs.

Outside the courtyard, the bare branches of the peach tree had sprouted buds and brought a few tender green leaves. A gust of morning breeze blew, and the tender green leaves swayed gently. It was not stunning, but it had its own scenery.

Inside the room, Feng Qingchi slowly opened his eyes, with a bit of sleepiness on his face.

"You're awake!" Yan Luo's voice was clear and elegant, as if a cloud of smoke was rising up, it was pleasant to the ear, with a bit of gentleness.

By the carved wooden window not far away, Yanluo was dressed in sky blue brocade, holding a book in her slender hands, seeing Feng Qingchi woke up, put down the book in her hand, walked slowly to her side, hung Mou looked at her quietly and gently, "What do you want to eat? I'll make it for you."

Feng Qingchi didn't get up, lay on the bed and looked into Yan Luo's eyes, "Are you not angry anymore?" Last night, Yan Luo was very angry because of the injury.

Sitting down by the bed, Yan Luo sighed helplessly, stretched out her hand and squeezed Feng Qingzhi's cheek, "After being hugged by someone all night, the anger in my heart has gone down, the fire that was lit on my body How are you going to solve it?"

Hearing this, Feng Qingchi blushed, nestled in the brocade quilt and looked up at Yanluo, and found that there was indeed a blue shadow in his eyes, and moved his eyes, "How about I help you with my hands? "

Yan Luo's delicate face froze slightly.

Seeing Yan Luo's expression in his eyes, Feng Qingchi raised his eyebrows, "You can't go too far, I'm hurt, if you don't use your hands, should you use your mouth?"

Ruyu's face froze completely, faintly half darkened, she looked at Feng Qingchi angrily, but she didn't know if it was anger or something else, she couldn't say a word for a while.

Seeing Yanluo like this, Feng Qing raised the corners of his lips, hooked his lips into a smile, and said with a half-smile, "Yanluo, so you are just a clay sculpture!"

Yan Luo: "..."

The corners of her lips twitched, and a hint of meaning gradually appeared on her elegant and somewhat lazy face, "Is it made of clay?" While speaking, he leaned down slowly, and his slender hands had already reached in from under the brocade quilt. "Do you want to try, who is the clay sculpture?!"

Feeling the hand slowly gliding on his waist, Feng Qingchi's body froze.

Yan Luo pursed his lips, moved his hand up slowly, and finally landed on his chest. Looking at Feng Qingzhi's froze face, he raised his eyes and brows together, "Who is the clay sculpture? Huh?"

Especially the word 'um', which deliberately prolongs the tone, which is extraordinarily charming.

Feng Qingchi pushed Yanluo away, with an unnatural expression on his face, "I'm hungry!"

"Hungry?" Yan Luo's eyes deepened, and he looked Feng Qingchi up and down even more seductively, even his tone was charming and playful.

Feng Qingchi's face froze and froze, he reached out to cover Yanluo's eyes, "Don't look!"

Yan Luo smiled lowly, her voice was deep and sweet, like long-lasting mellow sake, extremely pleasant to hear.

"Hurry up and cook, I want porridge, green vegetable porridge with shredded fish." Feng Qing said angrily with a delicate little face.

"Okay, I'll go right away!" Yan Luo smiled softly and fondly, lowered her head and pressed a kiss on Feng Qingchi's forehead, then turned and left.

Looking at the back of Yan Luo leaving, Feng Qingchi blushed and smiled, thinking of something, her face paused for a moment, and her eyes were stained with a dark color in an instant, and she couldn't say no. It came out deep.

Yan Luo didn't leave for long, and soon came in with steaming porridge.

Feng Qingchi had already washed up, sat in Yanluo's position just now and watched him counterattack the scroll on the desk, saw Yanluo come in, and smiled at him.

The early morning light came in through the half-opened window and fell on Feng Qingchi's body. Her face was fair and delicate, and the pale golden warm sun coated her charming face with a layer of warm thin orange. A smile, clear and bright, even Yanluo, was shaken by her smile.

"It smells so good!" Feng Qingchi put down the scroll in his hand and said with a smile.

Yan Luo came back to his senses, put the tray in his hand on the table, took a porcelain bowl to fill a bowl for Feng Qingchi, and beckoned Feng Qingchi to come and sit down.

Feng Qingchi sat down at the table and took a sip with a spoon.

"Is it delicious?" Looking at Feng Qingchi's face, Yan Luo's jade-like face showed a look of anticipation.He doesn't cook often, but he still hopes that Qing Chi will like it.

Feng Qingchi nodded, took a spoonful and handed it to Yanluo's lips, and Yanluo took a bite.

After breakfast, Yan Luo asked someone to come in and clean up the dishes.

Neither of them left the room, Yan Luo was dealing with government affairs, and Feng Qingchi was reading a book on the side.

I don't know how long it took, Yan Luo put down the reviewed secret booklet, then walked up to Feng Qingchi and took the scroll out of her hand, "Your injury needs to be remedied."

Feng Qingchi didn't speak, and looked at Yanluo to get the medicine box.

Looking at Feng Qingchi's wound, Yan Luo frowned, and her voice became a little colder, "The wound should not touch water, it seems that you have learned so much medical knowledge for nothing!" Just now she clearly understood it when she was taking a bath. Did not take the wound to heart.

"I was sweating during the fight yesterday." Looking at Yan Luo's expression, Feng Qingchi said silently.

Without saying a word, Feng Qingchi applied medicine to Feng Qingchi, but Feng Qingchi directly rested his head on Yanluo's lap and closed his eyes.

After taking the medicine, Yan Luo didn't move, but continued to let Feng Qingzhi lie on his lap.

"Yanluo, when I came back yesterday, I met Luoxi!" Feng Qingchi's tone was inexplicably low and bitter when he said this.

Yan Luo froze for a moment, a little surprised by the beautiful eyes.Everything became clear in my heart in an instant.

The person who fought with Qing yesterday... probably Yin Luoxi!

At this time, she and Yin Luoxi started fighting, and it was considered a breakup. The friendship of so many years must have been broken last night!

"I hurt her with my own hands!" Feng Qingzhi's voice was very soft and indifferent, almost dissipating into the air as soon as he uttered it, and even her heart was pulled hard, causing severe pain.

When I met Luo Xi, she was seven years old.

She was 21 years old when she was beheaded for public display.

14 years of acquaintance, 14 years of friendship.

In the past, they were able to risk their lives for each other, but now... they have ruined all friendship with their own hands!

Yan Luo looked down at Feng Qingchi, her eyes were soft and pityful, and she stretched out her hand to caress her pale cheeks, "Don't think so much, you still have me... and Ziyuehen, Lan Yu He Yu Qingchen!" The last three names were added after he paused for a while.

Where Feng Qingchi couldn't see, the slender and beautiful eyes were stained with helplessness.

After all, he...can't accompany Qingchi through the four seasons of the year, through spring, summer, autumn and winter!

Yu Chu.

Jing Xingyue just went down to court, and after returning to the imperial study, a dark-clothed dark guard quietly appeared in front of her, "See Her Majesty the Empress."

"But there's news from the border?" Jing Xingyue looked at him with serious eyes, and his voice was majestic.

The dark guard handed over the wooden whistle tied to the carrier pigeon's feet to Jing Xingyue.

Taking out the creed from the wooden whistle, Jing Xingyue spread it out and took a look, his eyes narrowed fiercely, and his deep and majestic face changed in an instant, the white and sharp face was unpredictable.

"Your Majesty?" The dark guard looked at Jing Xingyue's expression, and there was a hint of worry in his indifferent eyes.This is news from Cangzhou City. Could it be that something happened to King Jin?
Jing Xingyue took a deep breath, settled her mind, raised her eyes and glanced at him lightly, "Go down!"

The dark guard took a deep look at Jing Xingyue, and finally left.

In the main hall, only Jing Xingyue was left standing alone.

Sitting stiffly on the chair for a long time, Jing Xingyue never changed her position. The note in her hand was tightly held in her hand, cold sweat broke out in her palm, and the expression in her eyes became deeper and deeper.

Brother Wang and Lan Yu teamed up and planned to capture the seven cities belonging to Shuyue in the Bishui Mountains. She didn't care if they were just cities, but Bi Qingyun and Murong Xuan were leading the battle.

She couldn't understand Bi Qingyun's character very well, and he would definitely resist to the death.

Moreover, judging from the news from Shuihan, he and Brother Wang are bound to win this attack.

Slowly closing his eyes, the deep indifference faded from his face, and instead he added a little helplessness.

What should she do? !

She is the queen of a country, so she should consider the whole family and country, but in that case, what should Qingyun do? !

After an unknown amount of time, Jing Xingyue slowly opened her eyes, which were stained with a dark color.

Walking to the desk, took out a piece of plain white rice paper, picked up a brush and dipped it in ink.

Putting down the pen, put the brush on the Guiyan aside.

Staring at the ink stains on the rice paper for a long time, hesitant in his eyes, finally took another breath, folded the rice paper, opened the window, took out the glazed porcelain whistle that had been treasured at his waist, and put it on his lips very slowly I took a puff.

Not long after, the vigorous eagle flew out from nowhere, flew back and forth a few times in the blue sky, then swooped down, moving towards Jing Xingyue like lightning.

Finally, it slowly landed on Jing Xingyue's shoulder.

Jing Xingyue touched Goshawk's head, and put the rice paper creed into the wooden whistle on its feet.

"Go!" Holding it in both hands, he sent it to the sky, flapped his wings a few times, and the vigorous eagle leaped towards the sky again.

Seeing the eagle flying up into the sky and gradually turning into a black spot, Jing Xingyue's eyes also darkened a little, as if they were dyed black, dense and misty.

Looking away, Jing Xingyue stood directly against the window.

"Brother Qingyun, this is the last time I will do it for you. From now on, I will never owe you again!" A deep and thin sentence slowly overflowed from the lips, and Jing Xingyue's eyes were full of tears. gray.

(End of this chapter)