Time flies by, and it has been seven days since Shengze left. Shen Qingqian has been extremely busy these days, doing various tests on the system at night, so that he has not had a good rest at all, let alone Ling Yun three days ago. Already headed outside the customs.
The Spring Festival of Jin Dynasty is approaching, which is also the Chagan Sage day for most tribes outside Guanhai. The temperature is getting lower and lower, and cattle, sheep and horses are no longer visible on the grassland.
Ling Yun went to the Jiayu clan alone.
He felt a little uneasy. The master had been gone for so many days. If things went well, that would be fine, but what if things didn't go well?
Fortunately, the master went to negotiate this time, and he held the bargaining chip in his hand that could give Princess Cheng Yu her full support, otherwise he would not have been able to let the master go alone before.
But a few days later, he was still worried, so he said hello to Liang Cheng and came out.
The winter outside the pass is really cold. No wonder every time this season comes, there are always tribes who want to scrape a layer of flesh from Da Jin's body.
Ling Yun quickly swept forward while paying attention to the movements around him.
His light skill is not weak, and he can run faster than ordinary horses in the cold wind. At this time, he has reached the territory of the Tuoyu clan, and he can reach the Jiayu clan after half a day's walk.
Just when Ling Yun was about to rest for a while before continuing on his way, a familiar figure came quickly towards him in front of him.
"Master!" Ling Yun waved his hands excitedly and hurried forward to greet him, "How are you? Are you okay?"
Shengze was dressed in a white fox fur cloak, with a golden crown on his head, and gold silk and brocade patterns on his feet. He looked exactly like a prince of the Jin Dynasty.
When the master looks like this, everything is obviously going well.
The two met, and Shengze stared at Ling Yun, who was full of excitement and was speechless, "Didn't I tell you not to follow me?"
"You have been gone for seven days and there is no news at all. How can I rest assured?" Ling Yun felt aggrieved, but he did not say anything.
Shengze knew his temper, helplessness flashed in his eyes, but he said: "Everything went well, my aunt agreed to my conditions, and Chengji of the Jiayu clan... he also agreed."
When talking about Chengji, Shengze's expression became a little strange.
"Did your cousin have to agree for the sake of the eldest princess?" Ling Yun guessed.
Shengze shook his head, his expression a little indescribable, "You also know this Chengji."
"Ah?" Ling Yun was confused, "I know him? Where do I know him from?"
He has never been to the Jiayu tribe so far, how could he know Chengji?
Shengze couldn't help but twitching his lips when he thought about the scene when he saw that person in the Jiayu clan's royal court before, "Shan Mancheng is Chengji of the Jiayu clan."
"What? Shan Mancheng...is Chengji of the Jiayu clan?" Ling Yun's eyes almost popped out of his head. This was completely unexpected. "No, how could he be Chengji of the Jiayu clan? He's not Are you from the Shan family in Yuncheng?"
Shengze moved his lips, but didn't say anything.
When he was sure that Shan Mancheng was Chengji of the Jiayu clan, he had already thought of something, but both his aunt and Shan Mancheng said that they only did this because of their deep feelings for Dajin and had no second thoughts.
As for the fact that Prime Minister Sheng Ze did not believe their words, he left it aside for the time being. After the two returned to northern Hubei, they informed Liang Cheng of the matter, which immediately led Liang Cheng to call a group of generals for a secret meeting.
I don’t know what was said specifically, but from that day on, the defense of the Northern Hubei Army was strengthened. However, half of the heavy troops previously stored outside the pass were quietly withdrawn, and some troops were transferred from other places, quietly. They arrived at the bank of Lanjiang River.
Naturally, Shen Qingqian didn't know about these things. The Chinese New Year was coming soon, and the vegetables and medicinal materials in the greenhouse were all growing beautifully. The winter had turned into a harvest season, and everyone in Huanxi Courtyard was very happy.
"Aunt Six, Uncle Cheng and the others are back. Grandma asked you to add two more dishes..."
