Biography of Qingwu

Chapter 74 Secret Contact
Chen Qingwu and Jiang Mingyuan went back together, Gao Zhan said goodbye first, Jiang Mingyuan claimed to send Qingwu back to his room, and continued to walk with Qingwu on the corridor.

Lanterns were hung every two steps on the red wooden pillars, and the road was also brightly illuminated. Chen Qingwu and Jiang Mingyuan were walking side by side. Are you with King Anjing? I also heard from Gao Zhan, at first I didn’t believe it, but today I believe it.”

Chen Qingwu was poked at the center, and quickly waved his hands: "No, no. Nothing!"

Gao Mingyuan said: "Then why do you defend him like this and treat his affairs as your own? I am ten years older than you. I have experienced it all. I know everything. If you are ruthless, how can you give so much?"

Chen Qingwu's mouth was stiff, and he said, "Gao Zhan knows all about love and ruthlessness. There are no eggs under a nest. To keep Yingdu is to keep Cuicheng. Why did you pay for it? What nonsense are you talking about!"

"I don't force you to admit that you were brought up by me. I treat you like my own sister. Naturally, I am afraid that you will be too affectionate. In my opinion, you are always thinking of King Anjing, but he just sits back and enjoys it. My intuition is that he is not a good person. I reminded you again and again today but failed to stop you from helping him with all your strength. You have already invested all the troops in the city. Do you know? If the army is defeated, if King Anjing is ungrateful to cross the river and demolish the bridge, what do you do? You are usually cautious in marching and fighting, why do you pay all your attention to King Anjing without even thinking about it?" Jiang Mingyuan saw it very clearly these days, but his body In the game, Chen Qingwu didn't seem to notice it, and still rushed forward with all his brains.

Both of them stayed where they were, and Chen Qingwu was furious. He felt that Jiang Mingyuan was slandering King Anjing, and he also felt that he was secretly scolding himself for being stupid.

Jiang Mingyuan went on to say: "You are all about helping King Anjing, but what about him? Has he considered attacking Jinyang and you are short of manpower? If it weren't for the luck that day, I'm afraid the decapitated body is now gone. Chuanyu, you have made great contributions. Can he have any rewards? Can he make any promises? He even asked his own people to enter the city first to replenish military resources, and even the flag did not leave a place for our city army! These details are enough to show that he is not a Good man! I’m not a talkative person, I’m like a dumb person a lot of the time, I’ve talked to you today more than I’ve said in a year, I want you to be more rational and take precautions against people.”

Chen Qingwu's eyes widened with anger, and he pointed to the two flags fluttering faintly under the lights on the city wall, "He has hung the military flag of Cuicheng! Also, he made a promise to me, you just don't know, Also, helping him is not only for love, but also for my dream of becoming a female general since I was a child, for the sake of the common people in the world!"

Chen Qingwu ran away after finishing speaking, Jiang Mingyuan leaned weakly on the pillar, and muttered to himself: "Forget it, people are like this when they meet love, no matter how others persuade her, they can't make her wake up in time. , only to suffer, to be hurt, to be disappointed, and to despair.”

Jiang Mingyuan looked at the direction she was leaving, saw the lights in her room turned on, and sighed, "I hope you didn't lose the bet."

Chen Qingwu went back to the room full of anger, lay on the bed, and lifted the quilt over her head, feeling a suffocation in her heart that couldn't get out, and it was about to suffocate her to death.

On this side, King Anjing put down the Langhao pen in his hand. On the desk, seven or eight sheets of paper had been piled up, densely recording the past battles of the Marquis of the Kingdom of Wei. His handwriting was sore. King Anjing stretched his wrist, and Chen Ling stepped forward. Shake the last sheet of paper to let the ink dry faster.

King Anjing yawned and asked, "Last time I asked you to send Yingluo to Princess Qinghe, did you get a reply there?"

"Not yet." Chen Ling replied.

"Did it not be delivered to her?" King An Jing was a little surprised.

Chen Ling piled up the paper in his hand with other papers, picked it up and tidied it up, and said, "It was caught in the caravan, passed through Zhao Guo to Daliang, and was handed over from the caravan to Princess Ji. Eight circles, I received a letter from the caravan a few days ago saying that the goods have been delivered, I think Princess Lai Ji either didn’t find a chance to reply to the letter, or the letter is already on the way.”

King Anjing let out a cry, and was silent for a while. Chen Ling thought he had nothing to say, so he took the stack of detailed reports recording Marquis Wei's battles over the years and prepared to go out. Just as he walked to the door, King Anjing suddenly spoke again. Said: "You send another letter, just say, let her not intervene in the war, don't worry about my life and death, take care of yourself."

Chen Ling's body paused at the door, feeling sick for a while, and a look of disgust appeared on his face. King Anjing's play hard to get is really perfect. It's okay if he doesn't say anything. Once this letter is delivered to Princess Ji , with her affection for King Anjing and her "guilt", she will be desperate, even if she dies, she will send news to King Anjing.

What is the truth in his heart?Aside from Chen Ling's disgust, there was also a chill in his heart. If the lover who had been in love for many years was like this, what about him, who was born as a lowly slave, how long would he be able to get along?

Chen Ling suppressed the disgust and resentment in his heart, and said, "Yes."

It was almost squeezed out between the teeth, and he tried his best to hide his emotions, pretending that nothing had happened.

When walking through the long corridor, it was late at night, and the mansion was silent. Chen Ling kicked left and right in front of a pillar, venting his suppressed emotions fiercely.

He didn't stop until he saw blood on his fist, wiped the fine beads of sweat from his forehead, his angry expression gradually dissipated, and he returned to his expressionless face, and walked towards Chen Qingwu's room.

The door was knocked, and Chen Qingwu opened it. Chen Ling handed over the detailed report. Chen Qingwu took it and said, "Chen Ling, why do you look so ugly? Ah, your hand is hurt."

It was only then that Chen Ling realized that his hand was oozing blood again. He concealed it and said, "It's okay, I practiced with the prince and punched the wall."

Chen Qingwu thought to himself, what kind of kung fu was practiced at night, but he didn't say it, probably because he didn't want people to know, and Chen Qingwu didn't ask much. : "Then you go back and remember to take some medicine."

Chen Ling agreed, and Chen Qingwu put his hands on the door frame, ready to close the door.

"Miss Chen..." Chen Ling hesitated to speak.

Chen Qingwu paused and stopped, "What's wrong?"

Chen Ling had a premonition that Chen Qingwu would become the second princess of Qinghe, and the naked lamb in the arms of King Anjing.

He wanted her to escape, but he swallowed the words: "It's nothing."

"Rest early." Chen Qingwu didn't suspect him, sent Chen Ling away, closed the door, and looked at the stack of paper in his hand, which was densely filled with the deeds of Marquis Wei.

Sighed: "No sleep tonight!"

Turning from the first page to the last page, he yawned and said, "This Wei Guohou is still a character, he is a bit more powerful than Lianghou Xuhou, and he is difficult to deal with. However, who am I, who am I?" I am the first disciple of the Taiyi sect, and I am invincible in the sect. I am the female vanguard of the Cuicheng army, the female military division, and everyone praises me for my ingenuity. Hey! Marquis of the state of Wei! Return quickly!"

Chen Qingwu entertained himself in the room, singing with a very non-standard opera accent, and several opera moves were also extremely uncoordinated.

It was early morning, and the sky was about to dawn. Chen Qingwu walked in the footsteps of an actor, fell headfirst into the soft mattress on the bed, and fell into a deep sleep for a while.

(End of this chapter)