On the second day of Emperor Xuan Jing's wedding, Changjing became uneasy early in the morning.
The shouts and curses in the posthouse in the south of the city were soaring, which attracted the surrounding people to gather at the door to watch the fun, and it was blocked.
The Nansang envoys were beaten in the middle of the night.
Not only was he beaten up, but he was also put in a sack and thrown into the stable behind the post house, where he slept on horse dung all night.
When he woke up from a coma, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.
What's even more despicable is that I don't even know who is responsible.
There was a commotion in the post house. The envoys from various countries shied away from each other and only said that they had slept to death at night. They did not take action and heard nothing.
It's a shameful sarcasm, probably because Nan Sang had done too many things and was pressed into bed by a ghost in the middle of the night.
The Nansang envoy group was outnumbered and had no choice but to suffer the loss. Knowing that there would be no benefits if they continued to stay, they cursed at the post house and immediately set off on the road back to Nansang.
Tianbao and his entourage had a good night's sleep in the tea house. When they woke up, the good things in the post house had ended and the excitement was not caught up, so they could only listen to the gossip.
After lunch, the group also boarded the ship back to the place of exile.
He didn't say goodbye to Wei Li in person, but only informed him via a letter.
When Wei Li received the letter, he was in Luanfeng Palace and had just finished lunch with the queen.
"Your Majesty, it may still be too late to rush to the dock outside the city." Gan Cairou reminded softly.
The emperor, who had a normal expression during the meal, felt visibly disappointed after reading the farewell letter.
She could make the emperor reveal his true emotions. The people in the Exiled Land were more important to the emperor than she thought.
Wei Li folded the letter and put the small jade-colored medicine bottle that came with the letter into his sleeve. He smiled and said, "No need, we will meet again in the future. If you rush at this time, you will only get hurt. My senior brothers and sisters will not give me face for such a joke."
His words sounded half-true, like a joke.
"That medicine bottle——"
"It's just an ordinary tonic."
The man didn't want to say anything, so Gan Cairou didn't ask any more questions, but her fingertips tightened and felt a little cold.
Before entering the palace, the old nanny of Gan Mansion specially taught her how to distinguish various types of medicine for a period of time in order to prevent her from being plotted after entering the palace.
She smelled the faint medicinal fragrance that came out of the jade bottle just now, and it had the unique smell of musk.
The emperor doesn't want her to... be pregnant with an heir.
She lowered her head and smiled bitterly. The emperor didn't want to, so she just followed him.
No harm.
After calming down, she took a deep breath and spread her white palms towards the man opposite her. "Your Majesty, please give me the medicine and I will take it right away."
She asked him calmly so that he would not have to think of ways to coax her to take the medicine.
Wei Li got up and dressed up, and was about to go to work in the imperial study room. Hearing this, he was stunned for a moment, "What medicine are you taking?"
"I know that what you just hid is a child-avoiding drug, so I can take it myself. Your Majesty, I am with you. I don't ask for anything else. I just ask that you and I can respect each other as guests, without any need to hide and suspect. No matter what, I will Keep your duties and responsibilities in mind and take care of the harem for the emperor——"
Wei Li was silent for a while, then waved his hand to dismiss the eunuchs and maids waiting nearby.
After the hall was clear, he took out the jade bottle from his sleeve, showed it openly to the woman, and said helplessly, "This is indeed a Bazizi pill, but it was not taken by you, but by me. Since you want me to be honest, Duke Fukong, I won’t hide it from you. This medicine is not prepared for you. It’s just that I don’t like the royal branches and leaves to spread too widely. It’s enough that my heir, the Queen, will be born for me.”
He took back the medicine bottle again, and stared at the dumbfounded woman sitting opposite him. He couldn't help but laugh at her appearance, "I have accumulated a lot of official business in the past few days and rushed to the imperial study room to deal with it. Queen, I may leave." Already?"
Gan Cairou stood up mechanically, relying on the etiquette she had adhered to since childhood, and sent her off respectfully, "I respectfully send you off to your Majesty."
"There's no need to send it off. Queen, what I just said is to be kept secret." The man strode away.
After the steady footsteps disappeared, Gan Cai fell back onto the chaise chair with a soft cry, eyes wide open, chest heaving violently, scarlet color spreading from behind her ears, quickly dyeing her fair ears red.
…
At the end of April, new news reached Dai Viet.
A group of more than thirty people from the Nansang envoys died outside the northern border of Nansang, only five kilometers away from the Nansang border.
Dai Viet naturally made waves again, with heated discussions everywhere.
Except for Dai Viet, the rest of the countries were calm.
Even Nan Sang showed no special reaction, as if the deaths of those people were insignificant.
But people with a keen sense of smell have begun to smell the storm hidden behind the calm.
There is a hint of storm coming.
Nansang Palace.
In the imperial study room, Yan Changkong and the Supreme Emperor sat opposite each other.
The old man's anger became thicker and thicker, and his eyes were full of a coldness that could not be dispelled. "The countries and the place of exile have become one. Bai Yu has the method of restraint. Now he treats Nan Sang as a joke and tramples on me at will." Bullying. Can’t wait any longer, let’s do it.”
Yan Changkong's lips tightened, "Grandfather, we are not sure of victory."
"Then let's fight with our last ditch! If Bai Yu is not eliminated, the plan of reunification will be shelved forever! The plan to unify will be shelved forever! Countries have joined forces to suppress Nan Sang in various fields. If we take a step back, our national strength will be weaker!" Yan Chongming's eyes gleamed coldly. Flashing, "If this status quo does not change, one day Nansang will be truly stepped on by all the countries!"
Another point.
He is old.
Can't wait any longer.
Once he is gone, with Kong'er's temperament and no one around to put pressure on him, he will never take another step forward!
Nansang cannot stop here.
A last-ditch battle against all odds, we must win!
Yan Changkong looked at the faintly crazy old man in front of him, his fingers trembling, and after a long time he couldn't close his eyes, and responded in a hoarse voice, "Everything is according to the plan of the emperor's grandfather."
…
It’s hot summer in June.
Greater Vietnam-Sang junction.
Yuan's army camp.
"General! There is something strange happening in Nan Sang!" The deputy general rushed into the commander's camp, his eyes bright with excitement, "There is a large army gathering on the other side of the border! Nan Sang is indeed determined to be evil and has begun to extend its tentacles again! The officers and soldiers of the Yuan family's army are on standby at any time and listen to the general's command! "
The gray-haired man sitting in the tent stood up. Even though he was nearly sixty years old, he was still energetic, his eyes were bright, and he was full of iron-blooded aura.
"Why, are you so eager to fight Nan Sang?" Duandao scolded with a smile.
The lieutenant-general was full of pride, "Back then, the general specially requested Ying and led the Yuan army to station here. Wasn't it just to keep an eye on Nansang's dogs? It's a pity that after so many years, Nansang would rather fight with other countries via the East China Sea than fight with us. Come on! We have finally waited for this opportunity! Yuan Jiajun swears to defend the country to the death and kill Nan Sang Dog!"
"Be wary of arrogance and impetuosity when marching and fighting," Duandao said steadily, stretching out his big palm, "Bring me the border map! Get on the sand table!"
"Got the order!"
