The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 229 Straightforward
Angui led the order to go.

The emperor's straight back relaxed, and he sat behind the table case, looking at the seal of mountains and rivers on the table case in a trance.

Back then, when I was studying at the Imperial College with Wu Ren, Fu Zhiyue and others, they were close friends who talked about everything.

Talk about ideals and ambitions together, and complain about the unclear government.

The three originally made an appointment to ascend the throne in Japan, and they would assist them to clean up the court controlled by this family.

But he didn't want to, before he was enthroned, Wu Ren was ordered to lead the army in Xijiang.

After he ascended the throne, Fu Zhiyue also went to Eastern Xinjiang, and was recommended by Xu Xiangfeng to become the deputy general of Zhendonghou at that time.

After Zhendonghou got old, he was recommended by Xu Xiangfeng, and Fu Zhiyue took over the position of Zhendonghou.

Friends from the past, now I don't know who my heart is for.

Wu Ren can probably be trusted.

Although the Yan family rejected the imperial court's involvement in the affairs of Xijiang, they always adhered to the contract of the five families, and they were still able to entrust Wu Ren, who was sent by the imperial court, with important responsibilities.

The soldiers under the sincere people are always simpler than those in other places, not to mention that Wu Ren doesn't like planning at all.

There are not many people he can trust now.

Compared with those who don't know the basics, Wu Ren is much better.

The six guards of the capital were handed over to Wu Ren just in case.

If possible, he hoped that the imperial edict he left for Meng Shulan would never take effect.

It's just that the world is impermanent, and no one can determine the final outcome before the dust settles.

The dim setting sun falls from the window and fills the hall. Light and darkness are intertwined, and everything in the hall is woven into an ancient picture scroll with old silk threads.

The emperor tilted his head in the dim light, seeing the setting sun outside the window like fire.

Under the west-slanting sunset, the desert is boundless.

The roiling heat wave is transpiring on the sand and gravel, distorting the Gobi desert under the reflection of the residual brilliance.

In June, the daytime temperature in the western Xinjiang desert was frighteningly high, but at night it was as cold as winter.

Meng Shulan climbed up the steps, stepping on the shadow of the battlements cast by the afterglow.

Going up to the tower, one can see the man standing leaning on the battlements and watching the setting sun in the distance.

The fire-like setting sun fell on her body, coating her with a layer of gold, blurring the slightly sharp eyebrows and eyes, adding a bit of softness.

The scattered black hair was blown by the wind and sand in the desert, but the people watching from a distance were not moved at all, as if there was something magical in the sand dunes in the distance, which attracted all her attention.

"looking at what?"

Meng Shulan walked slowly behind Yan Qing, shook off the cloak in her hand, and put it on her thin shoulders, "It's cold at night, your injury is just a little bit, don't stand on the tower for a long time."

"Leaving this time, I'm afraid it will be difficult to see this lonely smoke in the desert again."

Yan Qing gathered the cloak that was draped over his shoulders, but said, "It's just a small injury, and it's been healed for a long time. I grew up in this desert since I was a child, and I practice martial arts diligently. The cold doesn't hinder anything. It's you ..."

Saying that, Yan Qing turned his head, looked at Meng Shulan's slightly thin clothes, and frowned slightly, "Although the previous poison has been cured, the body has also suffered a great loss, so we need to be careful not to catch the wind and cold again."

Meng Shulan replied with a smile based on her words: "I have been here in the frontier for four or five years, and my martial arts are not very advanced, but it is enough to keep fit. The cold is not a problem."

After finishing speaking, he put his hands on the battlements, imitating Yan Qing's appearance, looking at the boundless desert, but his peripheral vision always fell on the people beside him.

Seeing that Yan Qing was not happy with his jokes, and was always frowning and staring at himself, Meng Shulan's fingers on the battlements were slightly bent, and the palms of his hands were sweating, but he turned his head and said with a brisk smile: "My poison is cured. It's been more than a month, and I have been recuperated by Mu Lao, and now I am well. Even Mu Lao said, I am as strong as a cow now."

As she said that, Meng Shulan took two steps back and opened her posture as if to prove it, "If you don't believe me, let's make two moves? I definitely can't beat you."

Meng Shulan said something funny, and carefully looked at Yan Qing, whose face was cold and serious under the light of the remaining twilight, and the palms of his clenched fists were wet.

"Meng Shulan, I should have told you not to put yourself in danger."

The setting sun has completely fallen below the horizon, and when the cold wind blows, it will cover the sky with wind and sand, scratching people's exposed skin.

The cold voice was low, but the words were clear. As the blowing wind and sand fell into the ears, it seemed to scratch the bottom of people's hearts.

Thinking of the time when his consciousness was sluggish, the person in front of him whispered sadly in his ear to stay, Meng Shulan's flattering smile fell down, his eyes half closed, like a child who did something wrong.

"sorry."

Meng Shulan withdrew her posture, stood up straight, lowered her eyes and apologized, after a short silence, she turned her head away, avoiding Yan Qing's grasping gaze on him, looking at the boundless twilight, with a low voice, "But if you never , I probably still do.”

Yan Qing's eyebrows were deeply furrowed, and his thin lips were tightly pursed. He knew that Meng Shulan's decision was right, but he still felt a nameless anger because of his words.

Yan Qing remained silent, but Meng Shulan turned her head suddenly, looked at Yan Qing with a smile, and said, "Ah Qing, do you know? Before this battle, I never thought that one day I would fight to protect my family and the country." And almost lost his life.”

Yan Qing didn't answer, but just looked at him deeply.

Those slightly long and narrow Danfeng eyes reflected the firelight from the city tower, but there was a thin layer of shimmering light, like a scene of stars.

My own shadow is reflected in the middle of this galaxy, dull and indifferent.

She probably guessed what Meng Shulan wanted to say.

He originally had a free and easy temperament, seemingly gentle and gentle, affectionate and righteous, but inside he was cold.

The elder brother once said that Meng Shulan is heartless, he only cares about what he cares about, but he can gamble everything for what he cares about.

"I have no intention of family and country, and I have no righteousness for the world. I am a businessman, and I only value profits. The principle of a businessman is that when dealing with people, he only wants to make a profit, and he should not pay his heart, otherwise he will lose everything."

Meng Shulan said slowly, the self that was deeply hidden by her, "If I hadn't met you, I would probably have become a very good businessman. Just like the ancestors of the Meng family for generations, guarding the wealth of the country, traveling between countries In between, you can deal with the dignitaries of various countries, and you can spend your whole life in the clouds and wild cranes."

"That was my ideal life."

Meng Shulan smiled, with a bit of sarcasm, "Doesn't it sound like a philistine?"

"Life is alive, each has its own ambition."

Yan Qingdao, "For profit, for fame, for others, for oneself, as long as you don't do things that are harmful to nature and morality, selfishness is not a bad thing."

Meng Shulan was startled, and then smiled again: "It's obviously a fallacy, how come you say it, but it seems reasonable?"

"This is the truth."

Yan Qing spoke seriously, but Meng Shulan laughed lowly.

(End of this chapter)