Chapter 362 Thunderbolt

Inside the red silk warm tent, beads of sweat rolled down the man's strong chest. Half of his face was sunken in the night, and his eyes were dark and wild.

The soft tent separated the candlelight, and the tent reflected the overlapping and undulating figures of the two. The flower tent shook violently, accompanied by the woman's delicate begging for mercy, she was really ashamed to others.

The chiseled copper hooks outside the tent were tied with knotted ropes and swayed violently. The corners of the gauze tent sprinkled on the pedals seemed to ripple with the wind, one after another. , mixed with annoyance. The man held the woman's vest tightly, breathed and heard each other, and hugged each other.

After quite a while, Zong Zhenglin regained his composure, and turned his head to stare at the woman lying softly on his shoulder, feeling both love and anger in his heart.

Kissed the side of her neck, leaving a deep mark. "Knowing that our hall is about to lead the army to go to war, today we are persecuting so hard that we don't want to let our hall do what you want. Even if you are more affectionate, you don't want to?" Recalling that she served her with unprecedented effort just now, Zong Zhenglin panicked, and even more so Very annoyed.

Rubbing her cheek against his neck, Mu Xiyao's arms around him tightened slightly with a waxy voice.

"It's because I have to get up early tomorrow, and I'm afraid I won't be able to get up, so I'll miss seeing you off with His Highness. Could it be that I didn't even allow my concubine to look at you enough before parting? gone?"

These words were so beautiful, every word hit Zong Zhenglin's heart, although the desire was still a little ready to move, but it was overwhelmingly suppressed by the love and affection that surged in his heart.

Knowing that she was reluctant, her eyes were so soft that they seemed to drown the little person in them.

Lifting her up slowly, she hugged her limp body and laid it flat on the bed. The creamy snow-like skin revealed a pink tenderness, and it became more and more beautiful the more she looked.

With his arms hanging above her, the man's eyes were full of wonder. Caressing her cheek with one hand, his phoenix eyes stared intently at her beautiful eyes. "Be good and wait for me to come back." After pulling back her temple hair again, Zong Zhenglin leaned over and kissed her eyebrows. With scorching breaths, every kiss is cherished.

Understanding what he meant, Mu Xiyao responded gently with trembling eyelashes. Looking up at his face carefully, this man, after the affair, revealed a faint aura of love, and he was extremely sexy and charming.

She reached out and hugged his waist, so obediently and softly. "You can rest assured, my concubine is definitely thinking about you, and I hope you will come back soon."

The sooner the better! Let's take our baby back to Shengjing and live a happy life...

Unable to see through the small calculations that Mu Yaonv was crackling in her heart, His Highness the Sixth Highness only thought that she was showing her little daughter's posture rarely, and she was coquettishly talking to him, and there was no way she didn't love her. Feelings of parting and farewell are mixed in a little rare, and now, I think about her even more closely.

The city of Shengjing is overcast, and the battle report has been transmitted from the front, and the army in the middle road has been blocked in the Kashgar area. On the East Road, they even encountered the 80,000 elite soldiers led by Mobei General Hu Heye. The two sides have been fighting bloody battles for three days. It seems that it is difficult to decide the outcome in a short period of time.

Zong Zhenghan held the jade white wine cup, his eyes were full of ambition that could not be concealed. "Pour the wine!" Si clung to the wine cup, leaned her breast on his arm, and pressed it against him alluringly.

Lifting his head and gulping it down, he lifted her chin, and Zong Zhenghan leaned over to feed her the drink. Seeing that the woman was blushing, choked so much that she rubbed her chest and coughed repeatedly, she laughed and tossed the wine glass, just like that, she threw down the expectant Si Shi, and strode out the door.

Two days ago, spies came to report and intercepted a secret letter outside Jingzhou City. Zong Zhenghan was overjoyed, but this secret letter was written by Zong Zhenglin himself. The letter mentioned that he and his party are now hiding in the caravan of Jita City, urging Xicheng to issue customs clearance documents, intending to deceive others, and passing through the two gates set by the Mobei people at the entrance of Moganling as traveling merchants.

Now that the secret letter has been sent to him by flying pigeons, with that powerful and powerful handwriting, there is no doubt that this matter can not be faked.

Now he is also powerless to send dead men to sneak into Jita City to assassinate him. After all, Xicheng is in the hands of Chen Jingliang, who is stubborn and recalcitrant. Since he issued a military order, he could not leave the city without a warrant.

Insidiousness flashed in his eyes, so if he couldn't do it himself, he could only borrow a knife to kill someone and end his life.

In October of the 15th year of Zhanghe, following the news of successive defeats in the war, even more bad news came one after another. The sixth son of the emperor, Zong Zhenglin, was seriously injured and temporarily sheltered in Jita City. Reluctantly, his identity was exposed, and was found out by Chunyu Jiahe, the general of Mobei Zhengxi. Now he has died outside the pass.

Emperor Yuan Cheng got the bad news and stopped court for two days. Concubine Shu's condition worsened, and she seemed to be in danger. The emperor couldn't bear it, so he specially allowed Concubine Shu's family to visit the palace. Fortunately, after a full day and two nights, he finally woke up.

All the women in the palace wished that Concubine Shu would die early, but that woman actually survived with all her life. Concubine Yan De was unwilling to move her fetus, but it aroused the fury of Emperor Yuan Cheng, and ordered her to stay in the palace without edict.

At the residence of His Highness the Sixth Prince, ever since the woman inquired about the news, He Lian Minmin's body went limp, and he felt his eyes darken. He couldn't hold on for even a moment, and passed out on the brocade couch.

There is no way to hide such a big event. It is not an exaggeration to say that the prince's mansion has collapsed.

In Fanghua Garden, Su Linrou cried hoarsely, and even a whole set of high-quality glazed teacups were swept to the ground by her, and she didn't care about her heartache. Lying on the desk, at this moment, he could only complain to Nanny Dai.

"Mommy, how is it possible? How could His Highness say that if you don't have it, you will be gone? The concubine is still so young, if it wasn't for the fact that my father sent the concubine to choose..."

Mother Dai was terrified, and hurried forward to cover her mouth. If you are waiting for your life, how can you yell casually. Even if you have such thoughts, you must never have them!

This Su Linrou only thought about herself, felt that the future was bleak, and couldn't help feeling resentful. Wan Jingwen was dumbfounded, staring at the ceramic vase with two ears and fish pattern, as if she lost her soul.

He traveled thousands of miles to serve the sick, but his goal was not fulfilled, so why did he lose his glory and wealth in the end?

In Luocheng, Mu Xiyao held the Guanyin palm in her hand, looked around for a moment, the more she looked, the more energetic she became.

"Master, this thorny grass grows all the way. Haven't you seen enough?" I don't know where the master is attracted to this thorny thing. I don't want a good crabapple, but I have to give the house a fresh look. The ones that are placed are also replaced.

"Little girl, you know what's going on, go to work." Waving Hui Lan interrupted, Mu Xiyao carefully wiped the specially selected porcelain urn with a silk handkerchief.

It has been seven days since Zong Zhenglin left. At this time, rumors spread in the city that His Royal Highness the Sixth Highness died outside the pass, which only made her laugh secretly. There is no taboo really, to use this matter to lure Zong Zhenghan to take the bait.

She just wanted to borrow the line of the Western Jin Dynasty to lay out some things ahead of time. Who would have thought that this man could kill two birds with one stone, even cheating death.

He was smiling and lowering his eyes, intending to continue to take care of the Guanyin palm, but suddenly stopped, his eyes suddenly lit up. Could it be... Looking towards the north with vacant eyes, Mu Xiyao's brows and eyes were crooked with a smile, and her mood was unprecedentedly happy.

On the last day of October in the fifteenth year of Zhanghe, above the early court, the Minister of the Ministry of War was reporting the situation of various battles to Emperor Yuan Cheng. Everyone in the Palace of Qinzheng kept their eyes on each other, cautious and cautious.

The bad news came a few days ago. For some reason, the person sent to confirm it has not responded yet. The emperor has been inexplicably irritable these days, and has reprimanded several confidants. With the six officials in a row, none of them can get a good face from the morning court.

Now, listening to Minister of the Ministry of War's utterly unassuming reply, the hall was even more silent and depressed.

"Report—" a loud and clear voice pierced the sky. From outside the hall, it came from far and near quickly.

The soldier's feet were blown by the wind, his face was full of ecstasy, and he was almost tripped when he stepped over the threshold. After staggering a few steps, his knee slammed heavily on the ground, and he held up the emergency message in his hand.

"Great victory in Mobei! Nahan is in a hurry, His Highness the Sixth Prince has led troops to besiege the city, and has already forced the capital to surrender!"

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Yu Wei felt as if she was about to be torn apart, her whole body ached. Her mind was particularly chaotic, as if two consciousnesses were colliding fiercely, without any concern that her master would collapse at any time.

Finally overcoming the heart-piercing pain, Yu Wei slowly opened her eyes while lying on the bed.

Surrounded by rooms decorated in light blue, there was no one in the room except her. Not far away, on the white dressing table, there is a pot of pink and purple carnations, which are blooming just right.

This is not a place she is familiar with, but another Yu Wei's dormitory.

She was originally a second-rate singer. She had worked in the entertainment industry for more than ten years, and she had only released two albums with a total sales of less than 30,000. Or because of the opportunity to be taken care of by someone next to a rich second generation.

Afterwards, he took on a few movies in a mediocre manner, but they were all just inconspicuous supporting roles. He was suppressed by others all his life, and there was no hope of becoming famous at all.

Her family background is only moderate, her parents are both university lecturers, and there is an older brother on top.

Yu Wei's aptitude is only average, no matter how hard she tries, she can't catch up with her outstanding elder brother. The two siblings are often compared by teachers and parents, which made her very rebellious when she grew up, eager to break free from her parents' discipline and do what she likes.

So after the college entrance examination, Yu Wei applied for an art university without permission, and her father was so angry that she immediately kicked her out of the house. According to her father, the Yu family has been a scholarly family for generations, and there is no such a disobedient and self-willed daughter as her.