Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 493
The sound faded away, and in the huge Yichun Palace, only Xiao Huangmen's trembling echo echoed, while Fang Yiai and Li Chengqian were stunned at the same time.

Changsun Chong died, in the middle of Wuma Road, the place where Fang Yiai's surprise soldiers killed Ha Michi and almost wiped out his army.

But this time Wu Ma Dao set up an ambush to attack and kill Changsun Chong. Needless to say, the chief culprit must be the Turkic national teacher Ha Michi.

In an instant, countless thoughts popped up in Fang Yiai's mind, and as new thoughts emerged, they were forgotten like crucian carp crossing a river.

"My sister-in-law."

After a long while, the voices of people came back to Yichun Palace.

Li Chengqian walked to the tea table step by step with his broken leg, leaned on the handle of the chair and sat down, his eyes glanced at Fang Yiai, the joy of recovering from the broken body had long since disappeared.

Fang Yiai nodded and looked at the cloth shoes under her feet, frowning her brows so tightly that she almost squeezed out water, "Why did Chang Sun Chong die?"

"He didn't die sooner or later, but he died in the post of the military governor's office."

"Moreover, he was ambushed by soldiers and arrows in Wuma Road."

Fang Yiai muttered a few words with dull eyes, raised a glass and drank the distilled wine that she personally supervised to brew, enjoying the few familiar feelings from her previous life.

Li Chengqian sighed, straightened his body slightly, and said in a deep voice: "I can't blame my brother-in-law for this matter."

After the taste buds on the tip of her tongue completely lost the pungent and pungent nose brought by distilled wine, Fang Yiai put down the wine cup belatedly, and said in a mournful voice: "Your Highness believes, I am afraid that no one in the court will be convinced."

Hearing the helplessness in Fang Yi's heart, Li Chengqian slapped the table angrily, stood up and said, "Xiao Wangxin is it!"

After finishing speaking, Li Chengqian closed his eyes slightly, let out a suffocating breath in his chest, and said helplessly: "This matter. Xiao Wang"

The slightly hesitant eyes flickered several times, and the corners of Li Chengqian's mouth suddenly had a hint of gloom, "This palace supervises the country's regent, why should my brother-in-law be afraid?"

"It's all up to Your Highness." Fang Yiai stood up and cupped his hands, bowing and said, "I will take my leave first."

Looking at the slumped back of Fang Yiai's departure, Li Chengqian clenched his fists tightly. To this day, he is clearly aware of the difference between an ally and an annoying elder.

"Brother-in-law, but don't worry, I will walk with you all the way through this storm!"

Hearing Li Chengqian's quiet but extremely firm words, Fang Yiai suddenly stopped, turned around and cupped his hands and said, "Your Highness, Fangjun has endured this storm alone. It's just Yu'er."

Seeing that Fang Yiai gave up the asylum she proposed, and turned to Xiangcheng as a condition for forming an alliance, Li Chengqian was quite surprised, and hesitated: "Could it be that the love of children is not as good as the future in the eyes of the son-in-law?"

"My humble minister, Ben Buyi, I hope His Royal Highness will do more to deal with it."

"Okay!" Li Chengqian nodded and watched Fang Yiai walk out of Yichun Palace, then slowly sat on the Taishi chair, and murmured: "Fang Jun doesn't love glory, he only wants to make the family happy, so he is easier than Changsun Wuji." Hold back!"

Walking out of the East Palace, Fang Yiai jumped into Qingluo to take a sedan chair, and waved to the four bearers, "Go home."

Putting down the car curtain, Fang Yiai leaned on the seat, her hands trembling subconsciously, and the back of her clothes was gradually soaked in sweat until it turned into a vast ocean.

At this time, the invincible Fang Dudu with a gun and a horse, or the top of the commoner's list in the Gongyuan, has long since disappeared, and the handsome young man who is sitting in a sedan chair and rushing back to the Zhuangyuan's Mansion is just Fang. Jun, a false son-in-law who was resented by the Guanlong clan and the Xiao clan.

After being silent for a long time, Fang Yiai stretched out his hand to push aside the car curtain beside him, looked at the blue sky in the distance, kept silent for a long time, then gave a wry smile, and said something that he did not want to say or admit from the bottom of his heart.

"Ha Michi, you have won!"

Regardless of whether the defeated military division defending the country was intentional or unintentional, Chang Sun Chong had already turned into a hedgehog on Wuma Road, and this person was supposed to be Fang Yiai's.

"Chang Sun Chong, useless! Idiot! Extremely stupid!" Fang Yiai's slender palm tightly clutched the sedan chair curtain, and she had already cursed the dead Chang Sun Chong thousands of times in her heart.

Although Changsun Chong died, Fang Yiai was pushed to the forefront because of his death.

The eldest son of Changsun Wuji, the heir to the dukedom of the future country, and the new generation of Guanlong leader, just died in Wuma Road, in the barren mountains and dense valleys where Fang Jun became famous in the first battle.

No matter whether Fang Jun is willing to admit it or not, this account must be settled on his head after all. Firstly, the eldest Sun Wuji has nothing to do with Ha Michi right now. A golden opportunity for revenge?

"Old hatred has not disappeared, and new hatred has been added."

Fang Yiai put down the sedan chair curtain that was almost torn off by him, sighed, and thought about the suppression of the Guanlongmen faction at the Eastern Palace Court meeting before, and the intuition of this prince consort of the Tang Dynasty told him that if the previous impeachment was a spring rain , then what will meet him next will be a violent storm, a torrential rain that can destroy everything.

Back at Zhuangyuan Mansion, Fang Yiai plunged headlong into the study room, standing in front of the desk to write and draw, as for what he wrote, I'm afraid even he didn't know.

"Why did Changsun Chong perish on Wuma Road? He really made me a scapegoat? What are Chubi and Rengui doing?"

Fang Yiai put down her penis and looked at the eloquent articles on the book case, but she didn't have the stinking and self-admiring taste of the past.

After the creaking sound of the wooden door being pushed open, Xiangcheng and Xie Yaohuan walked into the study one after another with light lotus steps, and looked at Fang Yiai who was bowing her head in thought, with a trace of hesitation and confusion in her pretty eyes.

"Official." Xiangcheng broke the tranquility in the study, walked slowly in front of Fang Yiai, looked at the "article" on the desk table that was made up of poems from various dynasties without a preface, and frowned: " Do all the officials know?"

Fang Yiai raised her eyes to look at the beautiful woman, and the mood of retorting gradually calmed down, "I heard Xiao Huangmen say it in the East Palace."

Walking to the tea table, Fang Yiai poured three cups of herbal tea and said with a smile, "How did Yuer and Huaner know?"

Xie Yaohuan sat on the right side of Fang Yiai, put the teacup in front of her husband with both hands, and whispered: "The coffin of Changsun Chong has been sent back to Chang'an."

"Oh? So fast? It seems that the soldiers in the Governor's Mansion are very efficient."

Fang Yi loved to laugh and talk to Yan Yan, holding a cup of tea while drinking tea, making it difficult for people to understand what was going on in his heart.

I saw the reaction of my husband with my own eyes, whether it was Xie Yaohuan, who was praised by Fang Jun as "Zhuge among women", or Xiangcheng, whose mind was as close as a monster.I just feel that the person next to the pillow in front of me, the young man, is very far away, so far away, as if he is in the misty mist.

"Aren't the officials worried?" Xiangcheng sat on the left side of Fang Yiai, picked up a lychee, and peeled it as usual, but his charming eyes couldn't lift the slightest bit of coquettishness anymore.

"How about worrying? So what if you don't worry?" Fang Yiai smiled wryly, looked at Xie Yaohuan, and said with a smile, "Huan'er, when did you return to the palace?"

"It's been two quarters since I returned home." Xie Yaohuan picked up a citrus and wanted to peel it off and hand it to her husband, but just stretched out her jade finger but she lost her mind.

Fang Yiai took the beauty from Xiangcheng, and nodded expressionlessly, "Oh, has Shu'er ever come back?"

"The princess and my servant returned to the mansion together." Xie Yaohuan put down the tangerines, looked at Xiangcheng, her beautiful eyes turned around several times, and then she seemed to make up her mind, and said: "Fang Lang, Changsun Chong was subdued on Wuma Road, and the chaos arrows

"Didn't Fang Lang think of the pros and cons?" After finishing speaking, Xie Yaohuan lowered her head slightly, somehow, today she felt afraid of meeting Fang Yi'ai's eyes.

Taking the tangerine held by Xie Yaohuan, Fang Yiai smiled wryly, "What are the advantages and disadvantages? It's nothing more than the world's discussion, Chang Sun Chong is just a scapegoat for me."

After finishing speaking, Fang Yiai stood up slowly, rubbed the citrus with three fingers, and said with a smile: "Yu'er, Huan'er, don't worry about me. I'll go to the wine room to have a look."

Just when Fang Yiai was about to walk out of the study, two soft sighs came from his ears, and it was these two soft sighs that became the last straw that overwhelmed Fang Yiai's emotions.

Standing still, Fang Yiai looked at the blue sky outside the door, let out a long sigh, and said in a low voice: "The black clouds are overwhelming the city and want to destroy it."

Both Xie Yaohuan and Xiangcheng are talented women who have read a lot of poetry and books. They could not help but get up after hearing the helplessness and hesitation in Fang Yiai's words. They wanted to persuade Fang Yiai to sit down and make an idea, but Fang Yiai's next sentence The words dispelled the thoughts in my mind.

"The light of the armor opens to the golden scales of the sun!"

In a hesitant state of mind, he vented his love for Fang, who had vented the old disease of "Wen Chaogong", slowly peeled off the citrus, put a slice into his mouth, and said with a wry smile: "I'm going to order the chef to make more banquets. I'm afraid it will be crowded."

(End of this chapter)