The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 44
She took Tsing Yi down the mountain.

It took the little girl four years to integrate into the human world, but she was still vigilant about everything.

Only in places she is familiar with, or around her, will she let go of the vigilance that comes from the instinct of a beast.

I want her to follow Yan Qinshi because Tsing Yi is cautious by nature, has excellent sensitivity to hidden dangers, and has a strong hand.

With Tsing Yi following Yan Qinshi, she felt more at ease.

But at this time, looking at Tsing Yi's tangled and questioning eyes, pure and clean, made her feel guilty for the thoughts she harbored.

"That's it."

Yan Qing rubbed Tsing Yi's little head, frowned, and smiled reluctantly, "You still follow me."

Seeing the joy in Tsing Yi's eyes, Yan Qing pursed his lips slightly and smiled helplessly.

Looking up again, Yan Qing told Yan Qin, "Be careful."

Yan Qinshi nodded solemnly to Yan Qing: "You too."

The carriage finally set off under Yan Linger's impatient urging.

Before leaving, Yan Ling'er specifically asked Yan Qing alone: ​​"How is Second Uncle doing?"

"I heard that your father died. I was so happy that I ate two big bowls of rice. I hurt my stomach and lay down."

Yan Qing told the truth, but Yan Linger was very dissatisfied.

"My father is dead, so you can't talk properly?"

Yan Ling'er gritted her teeth and looked at Yan Qing, "Do you have to die?"

Yan Qing raised his eyelashes to meet her eyes, and parted his lips slightly: "Shouldn't I ask you this?"

"I……!"

Yan Ling'er was at a loss for words, staring at her beautiful eyes, clenching her teeth tightly, her nails dug into her flesh, and fixedly stared at Yan Qing.

Nanny Xu's gaze was like a knife, piercing behind her.

After a long time, Yan Ling'er took a deep breath, turned around abruptly, and got into the carriage.

Before getting in the car, he finally looked at Yan Qing's face which was sextile to himself from the corner of his eye, and couldn't tell what state of mind he was in for a while.

The chariot and horse go away.

Yan Qing let go of his tightly clenched hands, his palms were wet.

The people from the household department even prepared the sedan chair, and when Yan Qing moved here, they immediately came forward to ask: "Little General Yan, let's hurry up too?"

Yan Qing nodded, took two steps, but looked back at the direction the carriage was leaving, eyes calm and slightly confused.

I went to the Ministry of Household Affairs to explain the details, and it took seven or eight days to finally confirm and process the household registrations of her father, brother and Yan Kangping.

During this period, Yan Qin sent a message saying that the bodies of Yan Kangping and the others could not be kept for a long time, and they would be buried after three days.At present, they have already set off to Fo'an Temple to take care of the Longevity Tablet and the Eternal Lantern.

After letting her finish her work, she can take a good rest and don't have to run away.

After sending off the messenger, Yan Qing just sat down when he was summoned by someone from the Ministry of War.

For seven or eight days in a row, the military department and the household department ran at both ends, and Yan Qing had no free time at all, except when he was questioned at the military department and the household department.

It is also difficult for the adults of these two films to ask repeatedly for several words for one meaning.

On the eighth day, everything was finally dealt with, and there was nothing more to ask, so the two departments released him.

Just after leaving the household department and getting into the carriage, Hong Zhuang handed over another note.

When Yan Qing unfolded it, his brows were furrowed, and his temples twitched.

There is only a simple line of words on the note, but it is enough to cause turmoil in the Wu'an court.

"The six princes suddenly fell ill, and died. The emperor mourned greatly and became seriously ill. He is the king of Duan to supervise the country."

After the morning court the next day, the news became known to everyone.

Yan Qing, who knew the news a day earlier, sat in the middle of Shanhaiju, stared at the four-character calligraphy and painting left by Yan Xiu for a long while, and never let go of his brows.

The current emperor has six sons.

The eldest son, Wen Zhemao, was enfeoffed as king of Su, and the land of Chuansu was [-] miles away from Beijing.

The second son, Wen Zhexian, was granted the title of Xianwang and the land of Fuyang, three thousand miles away from Beijing. It is located in the northeast, with barren land and many snow-capped mountains.

The third son, Wen Zhehan, was granted the title of King Duan and the land of Duanchu, thousands of miles away from Beijing, located in the southeast, where merchants, merchants and literati gathered.

The fourth and fifth sons died young, and the sixth son was less than ten years old. Due to the death of his biological mother, he was raised at the queen's knees.

Except for the sixth prince who has not yet reached the age of becoming a king, the other three princes, Wen Zhemao and Wen Zhehan, all have official positions in the capital and have never traveled far to the fiefdom.

Only the second son Wen Zhexian, a king, was sent to the fiefdom.

Therefore, except for the ministers of the neutral faction, the rest of the people in the court chose between Wen Zhemao and Wen Zhehan for the candidate for the crown prince.

Now that Wen Zhemao has lost power, the sixth prince has died, the emperor is in bed, Wen Zhehan is in charge of the country...

It seems that the candidate for the crown prince is already unclear.

However, if the emperor who gave up the eldest son he worked so hard to raise in order to recover the rights of the Li family would be devastated by the death of the sixth prince, he would be infected with typhoid fever and be bedridden with a serious illness...

She doesn't believe it.

What a coincidence.

The timing of all this was too much of a coincidence.

It's just that it seems meaningless to think about the reasons for all this now.

Wen Zhehan is in charge of the country, together with what An Ning, the chief executive said, that the emperor intends to make Wen Zhehan the crown prince's conjecture, it is enough to force Wen Zhemao to rebel!
Finally got to this point.

Yan Qing fell back on the chair, closed his eyes, and let out a long breath.

At this point, has she been tricked, who tricked her, and where has she reached?
Nothing matters anymore.

The chess game has already formed, and the chess pieces trapped in it can only follow the player's thinking and fall to a fixed place.

If you don't want to be a chess piece, you can only become a chess player!
On the second day Wen Zhehan supervised the country, Yan Qing received Wang Shuyu's greeting card.

Yan Qing didn't respond.

On the same day, the Zhennan Hou Mansion handed over the invitation letter.

Yan Qing still declined.

In Shanhaiju's study, Yan Qing sat silently.

Yan Qi came and went, telling her all the movements in Kangdu City.

Those officials and family members who were recuperating in the closed mansion seemed to have recovered from their illness suddenly, walking around with each other.

There is a tea party in this family today, and a poetry party in that family tomorrow.

Kangdu City, which had been silent for several months, seemed to come alive suddenly.

The entire city of Kangdu was full of vigor and vitality that had not been seen for a long time, except for the palace where the sixth prince had just passed away and the emperor was seriously ill, as well as Duanwang Mansion, Su Wang Mansion and Zhenxihou Mansion where two funerals were held within half a year.

On Wen Zhehan's seventh day in charge of the country, the sixth prince's first seven days, the Zhenxihou's Mansion, which had been closed for a long time, suddenly opened its doors.

A green shed car came out from the side door and went all the way to the outside of the city.

In the car, Yan Qing was clutching the letter paper sent back by the secret guard from Fo'an Temple, his eyes were red, and his chest heaved violently due to extreme anger.

Tsing Yi huddled in a corner beside her, carefully sized Yan Qing up, clasped her hands on the car board, and drooped her head.

"Sorry……"

Tsing Yi apologized softly, "I'm sorry..."

Yan Qing sank the breath in his heart, and said hoarsely: "It's not your fault."

(End of this chapter)