Jian Sui Daye

Under the cold moonlight, on the hard and cold official road, there is a long brown dragon meandering, braving the biting cold wind and slowly marching forward. These people are Zhou Jun who escaped from Dingyang City. 3 people.

On the night of November in the northern country, the weather was already extremely cold, but the Zhou army had to suffer from hunger and cold, and marched towards the west with difficulty. A few months ago, when they came from the east of their hometown, they were so majestic and full of fighting spirit. But now he is like an eggplant beaten by frost, with a sluggish expression and a very embarrassed appearance.

The Eastern Expedition was defeated, completely defeated, and the majestic and unparalleled emperor of Zeng Jin was now asleep, lying in the carriage in the middle of the team, no matter how bumpy the carriage was, he was completely unconscious.

The news of Yu Wenyong's death wiped out the last ray of morale of Zhou Jun. They couldn't wait to return to their hometown. Only in this way can they feel safe, and only the warmth of home can wash away their exhaustion and fear.

However, even if they are determined to return home, the half-day non-stop rush has long exhausted their physical strength, and what is even more unbearable is the feeling of hunger and thirst in their stomachs. The colder the weather, the greater the consumption of food.

Suddenly, a person in the team fell limply to the ground and couldn't get up for a long time. The soldiers who were familiar with him hurriedly surrounded him and called out loudly.

"Gousheng, Gousheng, what's wrong with you, get up, get up,"

"Hold on, Gousheng, we're almost home, your mother is still waiting for you,"

However, no matter how his companions called, the fallen soldiers closed their eyes tightly and could no longer make a sound.

"Let's go, he's dead, dead," with a deep and sad sigh, everyone went on the road again, but their mood was extremely depressed and resentful.

The wind seems to be getting stronger, and the bright moonlight looks so dazzling and cold.

"General, the night is getting dark. The brothers have been on the road all night. Now they are exhausted and hungry. Do you think you should stop and have a rest, and continue on the road tomorrow morning?"

Yu Wensheng stopped in his tracks, pursed his lips and looked at the general in front of him, his beard and hair were covered with glittering frost flowers, which made his appearance in his thirties look very vicissitudes, within a day, Yu Wenyong passed away, Yu Yi failed in his rebellion, Wang Yi surrendered to the enemy and betrayed his master, Yang Jian was seriously injured, and even Yu Wensheng, who had been on the battlefield for a long time, was unavoidably shocked and at a loss what to do.

In terms of official position, Yu Wensheng is only at the first level of the Zhu State (Second-level Honorary Officer), and he is inferior to Yu Yi. Wang Yi is also under Sui Guogong and Zhu State General Yang Jian, but now he has to take the responsibility of escorting Yu Wenyong back. country's responsibility.

Although Yu Wensheng was also very tired, physically and mentally exhausted, hungry and thirsty, but he could only cheer up and urge the team to speed up.

"General Yuwen, the emperor passed away suddenly, and major events in the court have not yet been decided. We must send the emperor's edict to Chang'an as soon as possible to appease the people and stabilize the court. Otherwise, Xiaoxiao will take the opportunity to cause chaos and the country will be in turmoil. You and I will be the country's sinners." ,"

Yang Jian's heavy words during the day echoed again in his ears, Yu Wensheng couldn't help shivering, his tired spirit slightly lifted.

Yu Yi has always been highly respected and deeply trusted by Yu Wenyong, but he suddenly assassinated the emperor during the day. Yu Wensheng was deeply suspicious of this result, but Yu Yi was dead and there was no proof of his death. There is no way to doubt, and most of all, he is very clear that Yang Jian's words are true, no matter what, the will and Yu Wenyong's body must be safely delivered to Chang'an. This is the most important thing at present, and there is no room for hesitation.

"I can't stop," Yu Wensheng felt heavy in his heart as he looked at the eager eyes of the soldiers, but he hardened his heart and said sharply: "The Qi army is watching, and they may come after them at any time. We must continue on our way. hold onto,"

With that said, Yu Wenyong got off his horse and handed the horse to the guards beside him. He wrapped the cloak tightly behind him, took big strides, and walked forward against the cold wind.

Seeing that Yu Wensheng took the lead, Zhou Jun could only grit his teeth and continue to move forward even if he was unwilling to be reincarnated in his heart, but the speed was really not flattering.

……

The cold wind was howling outside and the snow was falling heavily, but inside the house was as warm as spring, especially the clear and charming voice like silver bells added a bit of warmth and vitality to the East Palace in winter.

"Hehehe, Your Highness, come on, come and chase after the slave's house,"

In the magnificent and majestic East Palace Hall of Chang'an City, a woman in a thin red shirt with a face like a lotus full moon giggled coquettishly, her crystal jade feet happily stepped on the soft and delicate carpet, jumping and running, Delicately like a beautiful elf.

Behind her is a richly dressed young man with a very handsome face, but there is frivolity in his eyes, especially the obscene smile at the corner of his mouth is very different from his noble clothes and this magnificent, majestic hall. Does not match.

"Lang hoof, stop quickly, or if the widow catches you, I will punish you,"

The starry eyes of the woman in the red shirt were half-opened, the water was shining brightly, Xia Fei's cheeks were as smokey as peach blossoms, her red lips were slightly raised, and she shyly said: "His Royal Highness calm down, I will not run away, I hope you will take good care of my family." The voice is waxy and soft, caressing the heart gently, making people unable to help but feel ripples in their hearts.

"Haha," the young man couldn't help laughing wildly when he heard the words, "Sao Tiaozi, are you really afraid of being punished by the widow? I'm afraid it's too late for joy." go.

"Ah," the woman in the red shirt suddenly turned pale, and wanted to escape, but was grabbed by the young man. He raised his right palm and slapped her upturned buttocks fiercely. Moaning softly, his slender body was suddenly as soft as water in the young man's arms, his face was pink and his cheeks were peachy, his eyes were about to drip water, his vermilion lips were moist, his nose was whistling, what a word of temptation.

Looking at the beautiful woman in his arms, the boy's breath was stagnant, his eyes suddenly burst into a scorching light, without hesitation, he immediately lowered his head to grab those half-closed lips, caressed and tasted them wantonly, at the same time, the boy His hands wandered restlessly over the woman's body, causing the woman to tremble slightly, and eliciting moans from her throat.

"Show the hoof, let's see how the widow punishes you." After fondling for a while, the woman in red was half undressed, having a good time, with a faint blush on the exposed white skin, constantly stimulating the senses of the young man, Finally, he couldn't suppress the desire in his body anymore, and with a sudden force with his right hand, with a "hiss", the cloth shattered, and a seductive carcass appeared in front of his eyes.

"what,,"

In the long cry of refusal and welcome, the boy and the woman in red finally merged into one. In this harsh winter, gasps and groans were intertwined, playing the original movement of human beings.

After a long time, the cloud and rain subsided, and the boy sat contentedly lying on the woman's breast, his scarlet tongue kept teasing the bright red buds on the woman's chest, until the latter was panting softly, lazily and powerlessly.

"His Royal Highness, I have an urgent matter to report to you," just as the young man was about to score twice and went to Yunyu, a familiar voice suddenly came from outside the hall.

The movement of the young man's hand only paused for a moment, and then it lingered on the woman's delicate skin again, and said displeasedly: "I am busy, I will talk about it later," the young man turned over and started to talk to her again. The woman lashed out.

"Your Highness, it is urgent, there is no time to delay,"

There was another noisy voice from outside the hall, which made the young man frown, with a sullen expression on his face, and said coldly: "What's the matter?"

"This matter is related to the fate of the Great Zhou, and it is even more related to the future of His Highness. You must tell His Highness in person,"

"Hmph," the young man pulled off the scattered clothes not far away and covered the woman's body, while he was naked, looking at the gate of the palace with cold eyes, "If you talk nonsense, be careful of your head,"

"Don't dare," the people outside the hall hurriedly agreed and pushed the door open, with their heads lowered, as if they didn't notice the lewdness in the hall, or they didn't dare to look at it.

"His Royal Highness, the humble Zheng translation." This person is in his early thirties, handsome, tall and straight. He looks like a good-looking talent, but his brows are somewhat gloomy and frivolous, and his exploitative lips can be seen that this person is a bit mean.

"Justice, don't you know the rules of the widow?" The young man, the prince of the Northern Zhou Dynasty Yu Wenyun, looked coldly at the middle-aged man who was kneeling on the ground, and said coldly, "If what you say doesn't satisfy the widow, you will know the consequences yourself. "

"Don't dare to be humble," Zheng Yi (worded Zhengyi) kowtowed in a hurry, and said sincerely and fearfully: "His Royal Highness, the Eastern Expedition has failed, and the Emperor has returned to the West with his troops, and he will be able to return to Chang'an in three days."

Hearing this, Yu Wenyun raised his brows, his face suddenly darkened, his eyes were full of hostility, and his words became more and more cold: "This is what you want to talk about, don't you think I don't know about it?"

"Your Highness, please calm down and listen to the humble officer." Zheng Yi quietly glanced at Yu Wenyun, who had an ugly face, and continued: "Your Highness, two days ago, the emperor died of a serious illness in Dingyang, and he drove west. Now, Yang Jian, Duke of the Sui Dynasty, Guoyu Wensheng led his troops to escort the emperor's body to Chang'an,"

"What?" Zheng Yi was interrupted by Yu Wenyun before he finished speaking. He looked at Zheng Yi in shock and asked in disbelief, "What did you say, the emperor passed away?"

"Yes,"

"Boldly translated by Zheng, what is the crime for lying and cursing the emperor," Yu Wenyun yelled sharply, full of murderous aura.

Zheng Yi raised his head suddenly, looked directly at Yu Wenyun, and said in a deep voice: "His Royal Highness, even if you are a lowly official, you will never dare to deceive you. The messenger sent by Sui Guogong is now outside the East Palace. If you don't believe it, you can ask it yourself. ,"

"The emperor has passed away, and there is no one in the court. I'm afraid there will be monsters and monsters taking the opportunity to make trouble. His Royal Highness must make preparations early. This is also the purpose of Yang Guogong sending someone to deliver the letter." After a pause, Zheng Yi continued: "Yang Guogong said, His Royal Highness You only need to keep Chang'an stable, and when he sends His Majesty's last edict, you will be able to ascend to the Great Treasure and assume great power."

"Okay, okay, okay, hahahaha," Yu Wenyun was stunned for a moment, then suddenly laughed out loud, looking crazy, with tears in the corners of his eyes, he was stroking his ribs, where there was a foot-long, faint The red mark was caused by Yu Wenyong's whipping.

"Father, you died too late, too late,"