pungent peasant girl

Chapter 429 He Likes Her
She remembered all of Mo Yun's kindness at once.

It's not that she can't understand him.

Not long after he was born, his mother and concubine left.

Concubine Yue Gui loves him and also hates him. During the upbringing of Concubine Yue Gui, who loves and hates him, what kind of torture has he experienced in his heart.

His heart may also be barren.

And no matter what kind of feelings he has for himself, no matter whether the feelings should be right or not, he really treats her well.

But Mo Yun was at fault in the end, rebellion should not be done, he was the one who brewed the killing halberd of corpses all over the place.

Her eyes were hot, and she couldn't help but shed tears.

The cold wind blew across her cheeks, making them sting.

She suddenly remembered that winter had already begun.

"Princess, princess—"

Luoying's urgent call pulled her back from her thoughts.

She turned her head, and it was Luoying who came up to call her, "Princess, come down quickly, the son-in-law saw you at the gate tower just now, he sent someone back to the city, and asked someone to take you back to rest."

"I see, I'll come."

Meng Qianyan wiped away tears, followed Luoying down the city wall.

Under Luo Ying's coercion, she found a place to lie down.

Outside the city, the fighting continued.

The voice is getting weaker and weaker.

Come to think of it, this battle lasted for two days and two nights, everyone's body was covered in blood, and sometimes it was even impossible to distinguish between the enemy and me.

The whine of the horn sounded again.

I don't know which side was the first to call for gold and withdraw troops.

A temporary truce is also good.

Meng Qianyan's heart felt a little more at ease, and his eyelids couldn't hold back any longer, so he closed them slowly.

I don't know how long I slept, but the faint fragrance of gardenia came from my nose. Such a fresh smell is very special in this blood-stained world.

Meng Qianyan opened her eyes, and she saw Luo Ziyan, who was crouching in front of her, looking at him deeply.

His eyes were like stars, shining brightly.

She laughed, and stretched out her hand to caress Luo Ziyan's cheek, "Ziyan, why do you always have the scent of gardenias on your body, and I have never seen you use any sachet."

Luo Ziyan pressed her hand and held it in his palm, "I don't know, I seem to have it as long as I can remember. I asked my mother, and she said that I was born with it."

Meng Qianyan laughed out loud, "It turns out that Ziyan of our family is born with a strange fragrance, and I only now know about it."

Luo Ziyan pinched the tip of her nose, "It's been a few years, and I only noticed it when I slept next to me every day."

"Who makes your face so beautiful, I look at you every day, and ignore other things."

"You, it's been a few years, but my face is still my favorite."

"Hee hee hee, what are you doing to me?"

"I really can't help you."

Luo Ziyan was helpless, and his eyes were filled with pampering again, "By the way, Luoying made soup. It's still hot on the table. Get up and eat some."

"Then have you eaten?"

"Of course I ate it. These are all left over from me."

"Really?" Meng Qianyan got up, got out of bed, picked up the soup on the table, and at the same time noticed that it was another dawn outside the window.

She drank the soup in one gulp, "By the way, when did the war stop?"

"Yesterday evening."

"So I've been sleeping for so long. How about the war?"

"They all suffered heavy losses, similar to the last time. Mo Yun couldn't attack, and we couldn't defeat him. It's a stalemate." Mentioning this, Luo Ziyan's eyes filled with melancholy, "Poor so many soldiers."

"It's not a way to go on like this."

"That's right, Mo Yun is right, the winner is the outcome."

"What are you going to do?"

Luo Ziyan said: "For the time being, no more fights."

"do not fight?"

"Yes, I've thought about it. If we continue to fight like this, there will be a lot of harm but no benefit, and the Mongolian country in the north is still eyeing us. If we take advantage of the situation, the consequences will be even more unimaginable."

"But what if, Mo Yun still wants to attack?"

"Then I will only defend the city and not fight any more. By the way, Qianyan, come into the palace with me."

"Alright, I'll make some preparations."

In the morning, it's already the next morning.

There was silence in the palace.

The palace people who are always chattering have calmed down in the past few days, either doing things honestly, or staring at the sky in a daze.

The battle outside is urgent, and there is no good news to report.

I don't know who will be the master of this palace in the future.

No one dared to speak out, so they all remained silent.

In Chengqian Palace, Mo Ling and Mo Yao were there, Concubine Yue Gui and Mo Lianyi were also there.

Luo Ziyan and Meng Qianyan walked in.

Mo Lianyi rushed into Meng Qianyan's embrace, "Sister, sister."

"Oh, Lianyi, what's the matter?" Meng Qianyan squatted down and showed a big smile to Mo Lianyi.

"Lianyi is afraid. People in the palace say that brother Yun is killing people, and he has killed many people."

Mo Lianyi frowned, her eyes were full of fear.

Meng Qianyan held her in his arms and hugged her, "Lianyi, don't be afraid, those are adults' affairs, it's not murder, it's war."

"What is war?"

"Little Tuanzi, you don't understand now, but you will understand when you grow up. You have to know, no matter what, our Lianyi will be fine, no one will hurt Lianyi, brother Yun also likes you."

Mo Lianyi nodded with a half understanding.

"Okay, come on, sister will take you out for a walk."

At this time, Luo Ziyan had already saluted and stood up straight.

Concubine Yue pulled him over, "Come on, Ziyan, don't stand still, come sit here, you must have worked hard after fighting for so long."

"Fortunately."

The emperor nodded, "Sit down and talk first."

Luo Ziyan was silent for a moment, "Father, Prince, I won't tell you about the battle, you should know about it."

"Yeah, after fighting for so long, there is no winner. In fact, you are Ziyan, otherwise, you might have lost."

Mo Ling's face was pale, not as rosy as it was a few days ago, and he felt very uncomfortable, "Maybe, Mo Yun is the one who is suitable to be emperor, father, or else, let's give him the throne, he is right, The throne belongs to the strong. If we continue to fight like this, the soldiers and the people will suffer too much."

"No." The emperor patted Mo Ling's shoulder, "Son, you are wrong, the throne belongs to the benevolent."

"The benevolent one—" Mo Ling was stunned.

"A-Ling has little experience, mentally she can't bear to be normal." The emperor looked at Luo Ziyan, "Ziyan, tell me, what are you thinking now?"

"Father, this is what I think. I don't want the soldiers and the people to suffer any more, and I am afraid that the Mongolian country will take advantage of the fire. I want to procrastinate and stop fighting. Let's wait for General Yue Gan to come and let Yue General Gan encircled Mo Yun's rear from the west, attacking from front to back, and we will try to capture Mo Yun in time to end the war."

After Luo Ziyan finished speaking, the emperor thought for a while, "Don't say it, you are right. This is a matter for the royal family, so why hurt the innocent. Then, you can continue according to your own ideas."

(End of this chapter)