When Uldroma woke up, he found himself in a luxurious palace.
She was startled and struggled to get up.
At this time, a man came from outside the hall. After seeing her actions, he hurriedly came to the bed and held down her shoulders.
"Don't move, you are still injured."
The man's appearance was like spring breeze, coupled with the worry in his eyes that didn't seem to be fake, made Uldroma relax a little bit of vigilance.
"Where is this?"
The man explained: "This is the Xiongnu. You passed out in a suburban forest next to the Xiongnu. I happened to encounter you while hunting. I saw you were injured and brought you back."
"Hun?"
Uldroma's eyes widened suddenly.
She drove aimlessly for two days and two nights, and finally arrived at the Xiongnu?
Uldroma looked at the man in front of him: "Thank you, Master, for saving me. I wonder what your name is?"
The man said calmly: "Yuwendu."
"Yuwendu." Uldroma read his name silently, and then his pupils suddenly shrank: "Are you the third prince of the Huns?"
The man looked at her in surprise: "Do you recognize me?"
Uldroma hurriedly shook his head and denied: "No, I don't know him. I just heard someone mention the name of the third prince."
After Uldroma finished speaking, he lowered his head to hide the defensiveness in his eyes.
She never expected that she would come to the enemy's camp!
I heard that the third prince was ruthless. If he knew her identity, he would probably chop off her head directly, right?
After thinking about the comments made by several generals on Yuwendu at the bonfire feast, Uldroma felt that the person in front of her was pretending so well that she almost believed him with his spring breeze!
She was feeling cold in her heart when Yuwendu's voice came from above her head.
"I wonder what the girl's name is? Where does she live?"
Ul Zhuoma hurriedly collected his thoughts: "To tell the third prince, my daughter's name is Zhuoma. She is from Mobei. She fled to the Huns because of the turmoil at home. Fortunately, the third prince rescued her and saved her life."
Ulzhuma did not hide the fact that she was from Mobei. The third prince must have recognized the Mobei clothes she wore when she came.
The third prince nodded: "I see. Since I met you in the suburban forest, it is fate. You can rest here to recover."
"Thank you so much, Third Prince! I have no way to repay the Third Prince's kindness to my virtuous daughter. Only, only..."
Uldroma was racking his brains to think of words, when Yuwendu suddenly came over and teased: "Is it the only way to agree with me?"
Uldroma raised his head blankly.
Yuwendu laughed loudly and raised his hand to touch her head: "Okay, I won't tease you anymore. Just take care of her with peace of mind. If you need anything, just ask the palace servants."
He stood up as he said this: "I still have things to deal with, so I'll excuse you now."
Before Uldroma could react, Yuwendu turned around and walked out of the room.
Immediately afterwards, two palace servants came forward and stood aside with their heads bowed respectfully.
"Slave Xiaotao."
"Slave Xiaoli."
The two palace servants introduced themselves first, and then continued: "If the girl has something to do, just ask the servant. The servant is responsible for taking care of the girl's daily life."
The palace servant's voice brought Uldroma's thoughts back.
She first looked at the respectful palace servants in front of the bed, and then at the magnificent palace in front of her. Coupled with Yuwendu's joke just now, a bold idea came out of Uldroma's mind.
The old Khan of the Huns is critically ill, and the heir to the throne has not yet been decided. If the third prince can get the throne...
She has no chance of getting the position of Keyun in Mobei, but she can still fight for the position of Keyun in Xiongnu.
Uldroma thought and suddenly became proud.
But after thinking that Shen Mingxuan had taken over his body, his face suddenly darkened again.
When she sits on the throne of the Huns, she will definitely cut Shen Mingxuan into pieces!
…
Half a month later.
Today is the Flower Festival in Mobei. Hu Yanji plans to take Jiang Jingyu out of the palace to experience the customs of Mobei on the streets of Huangcheng.
"do not move."
Jiang Jingyu, who was sitting on Hu Yanji's lap and shaving him, let out a sweet sigh.
The next moment, Hu Yanji's big palm was firmly placed on her waist and stopped moving.
Jiang Jingyu lowered his head, gently raised Hu Yanji's chin, and carefully cleaned the green stubble on his chin.
Hu Yanji looked straight at her with his deep eyes, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.
Jiang Jingyu, who was shaving him, paused when she saw the slightly raised corners of his mouth, and raised her head to look into his deep pupils.
"why are you laughing?"
Hu Yanji held her waist with one hand, took the razor in her hand with the other hand, held her fingers that were slightly red from holding the razor for a long time, put it to her mouth, and kissed her gently. .
"Laughing at myself, I asked you to come to Mobei by name to get married. I wanted to imprison you and make you suffer a lot, but I didn't expect that now I am imprisoned."
Jiang Jingyu raised her eyebrows and tapped the tip of Hu Yanji's nose with her green-white fingers.
"Where have you imprisoned yourself?"
Hu Yanji looked at her with burning eyes, and the big palm on Jiang Jingyu's waist slowly moved upward, not stopping until it touched her softness.
Eyelashes like crow feathers lowered slightly, he looked at Jiang Jingyu's chest and said word by word: "Imprisoned in your heart."
The pressure on his chest slightly increased. Jiang Jingyu glared at him and smacked the rebellious hand.
"No formality!"
After Jiang Jingyu finished speaking, he got up from his lap and walked briskly towards the window.
Hu Yanji leaned lazily on the imperial concubine chair, his eyes closely following Jiang Jingyu's figure.
He was wearing a large robe made of curved purple brocade, his eyebrows seemed to be blended with the spirit of a demon, and his movements of hands and feet showed nobility.
Jiang Jingyu walked slowly to the window. She leaned forward and stretched her hand out of the window. A colorful bird suddenly landed on the back of her hand.
Jiang Jingyu took off the creed tied to the seven-colored bird's leg and gently stroked its head: "Go."
After the seven-colored bird flew away, Jiang Jingyu couldn't wait to open the credo in his hand. The moment the familiar handwriting came into view, the longing in his eyes could no longer be concealed.
She read the contents of the creed word by word, and breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that all the shameful things that Lu Qinglu and Su Wanyi had done were revealed.
Fortunately, the emperor understood her hint.
In the last life, Gu Qinglu used his original body to rise to the top, but now all the scandalous things he did behind the scenes have been revealed, and his career path is completely cut off.
What awaits him for the rest of his life will be an indefinite prison sentence.
But Su Wanyi was deprived of her title and demoted to a commoner. From then on, Qing Deng was her companion and she would never be able to leave.
Su Wanyi has been tortured during this period.
Not only was her title deprived and demoted to a commoner, but the fetus in her belly also miscarried due to the excitement. Before she could recover, the emperor ordered someone to escort her to the temple.
The root cause of the disease has been completely eliminated.
Although the emperor spared Su Wanyi's life for the sake of Marquis Xuanping, how long she could survive in the deserted temple depended on her own fortune.
Jiang Jingyu folded the credo again, with a smile on his lips.
She turned around and saw Hu Yanji looking at her with a gentle face. Seeing this, she smiled and walked towards Hu Yanji briskly.
Hu Yanji flicked the sleeves of his robe, stood up slowly, and looked at Jiang Jingyu with a doting look in front of him, her little face pressed against his chest.
"Why are you so happy?"
