Yan all over the world

Chapter 158
I didn't turn my eyes away, and changed the subject: "How can the things in the Purple Nether Palace be with you?"

Father shook his head, turned around and stepped down, "Huai Su, now is not the time to tell you these things, so don't ask."

He walked a few steps and stopped in front of the first staircase. He seemed to hesitate before saying, "Huai Su, I hope you don't deal with He Lanyou less. Although this person is talented, he is unpredictable and cunning. , capricious and changeable, although you are smart, I'm afraid... not to mention you are still a girl..."

I blushed, already understood what my father meant, paused for a moment, and said: "I have severed all ties with this person, and we are strangers, so please rest assured, father."

Father smiled expressionlessly, and said: "It's best to have what you say." After a pause, he suddenly remembered something, and said: "The year is approaching, and it's time to bring your sisters back. Before the rest, the whole family should also have a good reunion."

I was stunned, then remembered that it was already the twelfth lunar month, and suddenly remembered a certain day that was coming to belong to someone, and remembered the excitement of that day in my childhood.

When I returned to Liubixuan, I saw a letter on the table, which was left to me by Jinxie, saying that he had something to go back to the villa, and asked me to take good care of myself.

I thought it was good to be like this, as my master, because of the grace of my grandfather's life, and because of my close relationship with my mother, I said that I and my grandfather are masters and apprentices, but in fact, I have always regarded my grandfather as my benefactor, and I am my master in name. But it's the job of a guard, which makes me feel that I have been wronged and owed him. How can this Prince Yan's mansion not be a place for him to be sad?It's okay to leave.

The days that followed could barely be considered clean. Li Jinglong retreated to Dezhou, and the Southern Army was not used to the severe cold climate in the Northland, so they would not choose to send troops in this season. The war entered a stalemate period, and his father ordered people to stay outside the city. The other daughters from the secret other business were brought back together—after all, the end of the year was approaching.

The end of the year is approaching, and even though it is a time of war, my father asked the palace to prepare for auspiciousness. Everyone is busy, but it seems that I have nothing to do, and I go to practice the undead camp with Mu Xin all day long.

Recently, I asked Yang Xi to pull the team into the mountains, and began to train the 500 elite soldiers in ambush, assassination, trap, and siege skills. I have 500 people, and the outstanding martial arts skills in the battle array are not enough to satisfy my appetite. In my vision , These [-] people must be proficient in martial arts, concealment, intelligence, and ambush.

I am also a lazy person, I can use my brain, but I do it myself but I am not sensitive to it. Yang Xi is naturally quite hard-working. He followed my idea and ate, lived and practiced with the soldiers. When Mu Xin and I came, we often stayed with him In the small tent, discussing the art of war and current affairs, his tent is furnished in a simple and orderly manner, except that there are more paintings than ordinary soldiers, depicting clear water and clear waves, lotus leaves in fields, and a pole girl coming in a light boat. , although I can't tell the face, but it is infinitely elegant, and there is a line of small words at the bottom: "Don't splash water when you are using the pole, be afraid of getting wet on the red lotus clothes." Make fun of: "But the woman you admired privately, pretended to entrust this lotus picker?"

Yang Xi, blushing and unable to speak, it was Mu Xin who helped him out, and said with a smile: "Huai Su, you are so naughty, who has never painted a picture or two of lotus picking, you have it in your study, but it's Brother Yang. This will make you laugh at me."

I stopped laughing, remembering that Mu Xin is also a lover of lotus, good at painting lotus. In the past, Xiping Hou Mansion listened to the Fengshui Pavilion, and during the flowering season, Mu Xin always stayed there all day, and couldn't drag it away.

But Yang Xi is a thin-skinned person. When we went back the next day, the painting was gone.

But there is very little time to sit and talk about calligraphy and painting like this. After all, the most urgent thing is to cultivate a strong army that belongs to me. I have to use my 500 people into five thousand to be able to fight in this hostile palace. In the battle against troubled times, protect me and the people I care about.

Occasionally, Mu Xin and I came back from our inspection tour at the base of the Immortal Camp in the west of the city. Passing through the market, we saw Beiping, which had gone through a massive siege. Gradually, the bustling energy gradually recovered, people set up firecrackers and lanterns one after another, stalls of all kinds of gadgets, and crowds of people in twos and threes on the street, shuttled with joy. Every time I saw this scene, Mu Xin told me that the common people were very Tough groups who know how to survive, as long as there is a little peace, they can struggle with great energy. On the contrary, those in high positions are always vigilant, very peaceful, and can also toss out nine points of panic. It is really helpless .

I asked him with a smile, lying drunk on the lap of a beauty, waking up and controlling the world, is a man's ambition, how can he not move his heart?

Mu Xin smiled, she had to, but she really didn't want to.

But I thought in my heart, if someone else answered this question, such as He Lanyou, how would he answer me?

Since He Lanyou and I went back to the palace that day, he lived in seclusion and left quietly within a few days. I guess he got the picture of the gods and shadows, so he would naturally do something. His subordinate is Feng Qian. Zi's ​​charming woman, one day before leaving, suddenly came to me and had a fight, and the fight was evenly matched, before leaving, she curled her lips and said: "You will be in bad luck if you fight with me, you should admit defeat. "

I just laughed.

The year of the first year of Jianwen is about to come and go, and in the tense and orderly busyness, it will pass peacefully as usual.

The 23rd of the twelfth lunar month is the day when the Stove Lord goes to heaven. On this day, the stove is worshiped, dust is removed, caramel is prepared, and sweet mouths are given to the Stove Lord, so that the old man will go to heaven and say more good things.

I was walking alone in the street, thinking about giving Mu Xin a birthday present.

I've always been a person who doesn't care about trivial matters. I remember his birthday, but because he has always been the most favored fourth son of the Xiping Hou Mansion, when he was in the Hou Mansion, every time he was born, the manor had to make arrangements. It was so lively that it was hard to forget.

Now he has abandoned his family and left his mother, and came to Beiping alone to live here as a guest for me. Naturally, the excitement of previous years will no longer be there. Mu Xin's temperament will not care about things outside of him, and he will not be willing to stay here King Yan's Mansion arranges for my birthday, but I feel uneasy. No matter what, he is always the one who worries about me on weekdays, and now he also treats me as a good show.

(End of this chapter)