(forty-six)
This court debate was well known to the common people, and with the help of interested people, Yang Lihua was pushed to the forefront with the reputation of beauty as a disaster.
There are even some students who don’t understand and follow the trend without thinking.
At the gate of the Yang Mansion, from time to time there would be people filled with indignation and impassioned clamoring for Yang Lihua to put the people of the Northern Zhou Dynasty first and shoulder her responsibilities.
Don't slack off, don't shirk.
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Yang Lihua, who had been waiting with peace of mind to get her haircut, marry Yu Wenyun and become the Crown Princess of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, was a little confused.
From the time she was sensible, she knew that she would marry the next emperor of the Northern Zhou Dynasty.
Now, there are actually many branches.
"Mother."
Yang Lihua gently pulled Dugu Jialuo's sleeve, anxious.
She didn't want to leave her hometown, and she didn't want to marry a stranger she had never met just because of a piece of credentials.
Everyone said that the Northern Qi Imperial Palace was a man-eating cave.
In the Northern Zhou Dynasty, her parents could protect her, but in the Northern Qi Dynasty, she would be truly helpless.
By then, she will have rotted into a withered skeleton in the ancient well, and her parents may still know nothing about it.
"Lihua, don't panic, my mother is here." Dugu Jialu suppressed the helplessness in his heart and rubbed Dugu Jialuo's little head, his voice pretending to be calm and steady.
"Your father is facing the enemy at the front, and His Majesty will not be swayed by the ministers to let you get married."
Dugu Jialuo's eyes kept turning, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of every method.
"Lihua, don't go out during these days."
"Although people's words can be feared, they are always like the wind, and the wind passes without leaving a trace."
As long as she survives this storm, she will deal with those mistresses who have made things worse one by one. Does she really think that Dugu Jialuo will only settle for the beauty to take photos of her husband and godson?
No one should trample on the pride of the Dugu family at any time.
This is the glory of the Dugu family forged with her father's loyalty and her eldest sister's blood, and it must not be defeated by her hands.
Hearing this, Yang Lihua still nodded anxiously.
If she took to the streets at this time, some overly radical people might tie her up and send her to the Northern Qi Dynasty with gongs and drums.
Accompanied by the maid, Yang Lihua turned back three times and left Dugu Jialuo's sight.
As dusk fell, candlelight flickered, Dugu Jialuo sat at the desk, frowning, sighing, his face full of struggle and hesitation.
The sky was getting darker and darker, and candlelight seemed to be the only light in this place.
Can your Majesty really ignore the requests of all the people and unswervingly protect Lihua and the Yang family?
Once Yang Jian loses on the front line, public opinion will probably become even more heated, and then all the charges will be placed on the Yang family.
In addition, His Majesty is no longer the sincere young man he once was.
The love of childhood sweethearts and the friendship of many years of assistance are ultimately not worth weighing the pros and cons.
Not only Lihua, but also the entire Yang family was put on the fire rack. If you make the wrong move, everyone will despise you, and the reputation that the Dugu family has worked so hard to build will be ruined.
A piece of national certificate and a proposal for marriage can have such a miraculous effect.
The monarch of Northern Qi really studied human nature thoroughly.
At such a young age, he is as intelligent as a demon.
Given time, who else in this world can compete with him.
Dugu Jialuo couldn't help but smile bitterly when he thought of the idiot prince in the palace.
Now that Your Majesty is in charge of Northern Qi, you may be able to try your best to survive in troubled times. What if you can do that later?
Yu Wen Yun looked young at the age of three and old at the age of seven. Yu Wen Yun was dim, incompetent, and moody, and would only be a dead soul in the future.
The night was getting darker, and the maid who was personally serving me repeatedly urged me to take care of myself and go to bed early.
But Dugu Jialuo was still sitting in front of the desk, his eyes fixed on the candlelight on the corner of the table, which seemed like the last piece of driftwood caught by a drowning man.
After a long while, Dugu Jialuo, who was sitting there, let out a long sigh.
, the color of struggle is no longer visible, spread out the paper, sharpen the ink, and pick up the pen.
"Send greetings to Sister Lu."
Dugu Jialu would not write this letter unless he had to.
Lu Lingxuan, the female Prime Minister of the Northern Qi Dynasty.
If the eldest sister were still alive, she probably wouldn't have expected that when Lu Lingxuan was married to Ye Ting as a slave, her kindness in giving alms at will would become her life-saving straw now.
She and Lu Lingxuan had no intersection.
These connections and connections were all handed over to her by her eldest sister, who died young.
Speaking of which, the eldest sister is more like the daughter of the Dugu family. If the eldest sister is better, she may be able to lead the Dugu family to regain its glory, instead of being so hesitant and in a dilemma like her.
If it were the eldest sister, what would the eldest sister do?
Dugu Jialuo's letter recounted the already weak old relationship, hoping that Lu Lingxuan could remember her eldest sister's help and solve the Yang family's urgent need.
Or, point me to a clear path.
The night was thick, and this letter, which could not see the light, rushed to Yecheng.
A few days passed by in the blink of an eye.
At the border of Qizhou, the battle situation was tense and a strange stalemate was present.
But Yang Jian knew very well that Northern Qi had great potential.
This stalemate situation is the temporary result that he has tried his best to maintain.
Outside the Yang Mansion, there are still people doing good things, posting various limericks on the walls of the courtyard.
As we all know, the day the war situation becomes unclear, the situation will continue.
Lu Lingxuan, who was far away in Northern Qi, was also confused when she received Dugu Jialuo's letter.
She really couldn't remember when she had friendship with Dugu Jialuo.
Could it be that Dugu Jialuo was ill and sought medical treatment in a hurry? No one in the world knows that she and Gao Changgong are the two swords in His Majesty's hands.
Gao Changgong conquered the city and achieved the reputation of the unparalleled God of War.
And she sits in the court, is ruthless, handles His Majesty's secrets, and firmly holds the position of female prime minister.
Ask her for help, are you sure you're not dizzy?
Or was Dugu Jialu trying to bribe her?
The first time she got the letter, Lu Lingxuan did not open it, but hurried to the palace.
Qi and Zhou are at war, and if they are not careful, they may be suspected of colluding with foreign enemies.
She could not and did not want to hide it from His Majesty.
"Would you like to meet Miss Lu?"
Sunge, who was learning ink-making from an ink-making master, was stunned. If she remembered correctly, Lu Lingxuan had just left the palace an hour ago, right?
How could she not know when Lu Lingxuan loved official duties so much?
The master of ink making wisely withdrew.
"Why is sister so panicked?" Sunge asked while wiping the water droplets on her hands.
Lu Lingxuan lowered her head and held the letter in front of her forehead with both hands. "Your Majesty, Dugu Jialuo has written to me."
Sunge's hand froze slightly, feeling incredible.
Sun Ge did not accept the letter immediately, but asked puzzledly, "Sister and Mrs. Yang still have intersections?"
It really echoes the saying of Saint Kong that we are all brothers in the world.
"To be honest with you, Your Majesty, I have never met Dugu Jialuo, and have never crossed paths."
Speaking of this, Lu Lingxuan paused before continuing, "However, when I was convicted and sent to Yeting, Queen Mingjing once extended a helping hand to me to help me get out of trouble."
Lu Lingxuan still understands the principle of leniency for those who confess.
