Acacia, don't be negative

Chapter 437 Armor
Nanshu respectfully said: "I don't dare, but for someone who plays the piano, the concubine's body is almost the same as a useless person, and I really can't bear His Highness's favor."

"If I say yes, you can do it. There is no second person who can take your place." He held Nan Shu's wrist, looked at the injured part of her ring finger, and said in a neither happy nor angry voice, "Or, you just Because of breaking this finger, do you want to escape from Ben Gong?"

Upon hearing this, Nanshu immediately committed himself, saying: "I dare not."

"Even if you want to, it doesn't matter." Nan Xirong changed his previous attitude and said, "You were originally forced to stay by my side, so it's normal to want to leave."

"Concubine body... I just don't know...what is concubine body in His Highness's eyes? Is it one of the tools and means to achieve the grand goal of dominance?" Nan Shu finally summoned up his courage and asked boldly.

Nan Xirong couldn't help but glanced at her more, loosened her chin and wrist with his fingers, and said with a cool smile: "If you really think so, after this palace completes and dominates the world, And you are useless as a tool. Do you want me to let you go?"

Nan Shu was taken aback, looking at Nan Xirong with a hint of disbelief and earnestness, and said, "Is Your Highness serious?"

Nan Xirong's eyes narrowed, and he smiled unrealistically, and said, "Naturally, when I am serious, I am quite serious. After I defeat Beixia and conquer Beixia's vast lands and mountains, I will let you go completely." how?"

Nan Shu couldn't be called unmoved.

You know, it's really hard to get her freedom out of Nan Xirong's mouth.But I didn't expect to hear him say it with my own ears.

Nan Shu asked hopefully: "Is Your Highness really willing to give back my concubine's freedom?"

"But before that," Nan Xirong's face suddenly changed, "You must be the hub of this palace. The hub is unique." He caressed Nan Shu's face affectionately, and Nan Shu felt as if he had been taken care of. The snake trembled as it crawled across it, but it couldn't escape.Then Nan Xirong spread his palms, found a long and curved armor from his sleeve, and helped Nan Shu put it on her broken ring finger, "It looks pretty good wearing this."

The beautiful armor is decorated, and it is not obvious that the finger is broken, and there is no need to worry about not being able to play the piano. In short, it looks very noble and beautiful.

If it was in the past, she thought she would be ecstatic, and there is nothing wrong with being a canary in a cage.But now, she is not as happy as she imagined in the past. This beautiful armor is like a lock on her ring finger, or it is more like a brand mark, making her unable to escape from the south for the rest of her life. The shackles of habit.

Nan Xirong asked: "Does Shushu like this style? If you don't like it, I will order someone to make you some other styles, so that Shushu can wear it differently every day."

Nanshu blessed Fuli and said: "Thank you for the reward, Your Highness, Nanshu likes it very much."

Nan Xirong got up, walked back to the seat, sat down with his robe lifted, and supported his chin with one hand, slowly narrowed his eyes, with a relaxed look, and said: "Then Shushu will wear this armor again, for Let me play a Jiangnan ditty."

Nan Shu responded with "Yes", and then plucked his fingers on the strings again. The blood beads from the fingertips that were cut by the strings overflowed again, and smeared on the white strings one after another. Suddenly it made people feel a little desolate.And the armor on the ring finger made a slightly harsh and sharp sound when it plucked the strings, but it didn't affect the continuation of the piano sound, even though it sounded a bit like the gorgeous brocade was cut by a sharp weapon.

Nan Shu opened his mouth, then opened his bright voice, and began to sing in a tactful manner.Although the sound of the piano was a bit damaged, it was the oiran who was once famous in Beijing. When she sang the tune, the tune immediately became softer, as if it was really misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, tender like water.

Nan Xirong closed his eyes, and tapped his fingers on the edge of the table again and again, listening quite obsessively, as if he had completely merged into the Jiangnan wind that was full of the city, amorous and romantic, and gradually appeared on his face. With a slight smile.

After the song ended, Nanshu's voice lingered in the air.Before Nan Xirong opened his eyes, he still recalled the taste: "Jiangnan, Jiangnan. Only in places like Jiangnan, mountains are mountains, water is water, a land of fish and rice, and a land of abundance. God is so unfair, why is there such a thing in Beixia? But I, Nanzhen, don’t have it. This Gusu is prosperous, with silk, tea, and waterways extending in all directions, and small bridges, flowing water, misty rain, and misty rain.” Then he chuckled like an evildoer, “Oh, such a Jiangnan is still in my pocket in the end. The prosperity and richness of Beixia will eventually belong to me, Nanzhen."

When he opened his eyes, the great ambition in his eyes was clearly visible.

Nan Shu supported the qin, and said humbly: "Your Highness, I am a little tired."

Nan Xirong waved to her and said, "Go down and have a rest when you're tired."

"Yes."

General Nan Shu got up, turned around and walked out the door with the piano in his arms, when a spy came in outside, who seemed to have something important to report.Nan Shu walked out gracefully, turned right towards the door, hesitated for a moment, then stopped on the right side of the door, and listened intently.

The spy said: "His Royal Highness, the waterway of Huncheng has been blocked, but the guards at the city gate are very weak and vulnerable, they can attack. It's just..."

Nan Xirong straightened his body, and lazily said: "Just what?"

The spy said: "Su Jing, the war god of the enemy country, and Ye Song, the female general, have returned to Huncheng, and now they are in command of Huncheng."

Nan Xirong laughed, and said: "Last time they were not caught, so they escaped by chance, and unexpectedly returned to Huncheng. Last time they were lucky, but this time, they were not so lucky. Pass on the order, and the army marches towards the dark city."

When Nan Xirong got up and walked out of the gate, Nan Shu didn't dare to stay any longer, and immediately left quietly.

After he left the main hall of the prefect's mansion, he was led to a basement.This basement was originally used as a dungeon in the yamen, it was dark and damp inside, and a gloomy cool air rushed over as soon as one entered.

On the walls of the long and narrow corridor, faint fires were lit.He walked all the way to the end and stopped in a stone room at the end.There are a lot of ice cubes inside, all the ice cubes were taken down from the mountains and sent back with haste.

And among the ice cubes, there was a person lying impressively.The armor on his body was smeared with blood, and the ice was wet, and the ice had already been dyed bright red.His face was as pale as paper, but his eyes were open, and the pupils were cloudy.

Nan Xirong squatted down beside him without disdain at all, with a ghostly smile, and said leisurely: "It will be your turn, a dead man, to come in handy soon. Don't blame me, the two countries are at war, and you are everywhere. All bloodshed and sacrifices are inevitable. Besides, soldiers are not tired of deceit, so it is understandable for me to use you, but even if I don’t know how Beixia’s generals will react then, I find it interesting to think about it.”

When he got up to leave, Nan Xirong looked back at the person lying on the ice, then bent down generously, stretched out his hand to brush his eyes, and then left, the cloudy pupils had already closed.

The whole city of Huncheng was on alert, and when Beixia's spies discovered that Nanzhen's army was marching in the direction of Huncheng, they immediately reported to Su Jing.Su Jing ordered that all the people in the city evacuate to the north, and those young men who are willing to stay can fight against the enemy together, and those who don't want to stay can go north on their own.Even if the dark city turns into an empty city in the end, they will stick to it to the end.

However, just when the Beixia soldiers in the Huncheng thought that a desperate battle was about to come, they did not expect that the Nanzheng army had stationed five miles away from the Huncheng, and had no intention of attacking overnight.

The news that the Northern Xia army that was resisting the Nanzhen army was defeated in Liuzhou inevitably spread to Shangjing.It caused an uproar and panic among the people of Northern Xia and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty.

This capital seems to no longer have the prosperity of the past.

In this sunny season, it is suitable for spring field trips, but there are few pedestrians on the street. Even the pavements on the street are closed except for selling grain and oil, which are necessary for life. The pedestrians on the road are also making a living. I have to come out and walk around when I need it, and I just walk by in a hurry, not willing to stay for a moment.

The rare good weather at the turn of spring and summer was shrouded in the oppressive atmosphere of war.

It was also because of this war that the grain and oil market was in chaos. Some profiteers took the opportunity to drive up prices to make huge profits. In addition, refugees poured into the city. Because of the competition for food, they sometimes fought to the death in an alley. The bleeding can only be stopped if someone from the government comes forward to stop it.

For this reason, the measure Su Ruoqing took was to make an example to others.During the critical period, the laws and regulations of Beixia had to be stricter, and some especially rampant profiteers were taken to Caishikou and beheaded for public display, so that profiteers did not dare to be too active.And those refugees who made troubles were all arrested, tied their hands and feet with hemp rope, and hung them in rows on the city tower to dry for three days and two nights. As a result, no refugees dared to easily gather crowds to make trouble.

The imperial palace is always like a golden and gorgeous cage, trapping all the luxury in the world. It is bright and warm outside, but it is cold all year round inside.

In the palace, Su Ruoqing had to deal with a myriad of affairs and a mountain of official documents.He looked thinner than before, and his temperament was colder. He was mostly silent, but exuded a forceful aura, like a king living above the nine palaces, lonely and endowed with the air of an exile.

When Su Ruoqing heard the news of Su Jing and Ye Song's defeat, he sat alone on the low table under the windowsill and remained silent for a long time.All the official documents on the desktop fell to the ground, and Gui Ji quietly picked them up one by one.

After a long time, Su Ruoqing asked, "How is Ah Song?"

(End of this chapter)