The Pearl on the Emperor’s Crown

The two stood at one place, and Han Yunrong returned Xie Ying's four-dragon jade pendant to him, saying: "Qiu Qingsong will act according to the arrangement then."

"Okay." Xie Ying nodded: "Then it will be much easier."

Han Yunrong said: "Thanks to the charm of the son. Qiu Qingsong said that he would never do this kind of thing with another person."

Xie Ying curled her lips slightly, raised her hand, and patted Han Yunrong's shoulder twice.

Qiu Qingsong is the deputy commander of the march this time, and concurrently one of the ministers in charge of the encirclement. He is a paranoid and difficult role. Xie Ying knew,

Han Yunrong must have spent a lot of work, using the clues he discovered during the trial, and using both hard and soft, to win Qiu Qingsong over, it is by no means possible to win Qiu Qingsong over only by his personal charm.

He took notes of his uncle's wishes.

Xie Ying said: "I'm just about to tell you that you don't need to be distracted by Yiyi's side by then, just take care of Zhu Chuo."

Han Yunrong was silent for a while: "I have a count."

Xie Ying looked at the other party with a slightly changed expression, and said, "Don't count the emperor's work on his daughter. Otherwise, you will regret it in the future." Xie Ying knew that Han Yunrong's personality was extremely restrained, and he was a very difficult person to move. .

Han Yunrong said slowly: "I know, don't worry."

…

In Yangchun, Deze, everything is resurrected.

However, this spring in Luling is full of mass killings.

The vermilion Jing on one side was stunned, and it had long been inserted into the rolling hills. The cowhide drum reverberated vigorously, and the horns were ringing in the forest. Eight thousand knights and infantry were divided into four teams of "east, west, south, north", led by the big flag bearer, and flooded across the meadow and into the dense forest like a tide. The horseshoe galloping and shouting shook the mountain.

The siege has begun.

When the emperor and the kings entered the forest to hunt, the female relatives rode around the camp.

The princesses wore riding uniforms and tied their ponytails high with golden jade rings. They were all energetic, a little more heroic than usual. Not only the princesses, but also the ladies of the royal family who followed Shangluling this time.

With so many beautiful little girls, the exceptionally beautiful scenery attracted many civil servants stationed in the big camp to look from afar.

Although women don't enter the paddock, they always have to run on the meadow near the camp, otherwise they will come to Luling in vain. Zhu Yiben loves riding horses, and there is no one who doesn't race horses in such a place. Zhu Chuo was even more eager to try, and wanted to hunt a few small animals.

Zhu Yi wears a white riding outfit with a snowy satin satin tail pattern and silver trim. She rides a horse with pure black fur that she has always liked. She has soft black hair falling on her shoulders, and her slender neck is reminiscent of a graceful white swan. .

Zhu Chuo is in a riding jersey with a dark red brocade and magnolia pattern. Under the crotch is a pale chestnut horse. She rushes towards Zhu Yi from the **** at the other end of the meadow, knowing that black and white is the opponent's preference for riding.

Zhu Yizuo's dress like this is naturally eye-catching, but Zhu Chuo soon discovered a problem. Forget about other men, what is it that even Han Yunrong can't turn his eyes on?

Zhu Chuo wrinkled his nose slightly and glared at Han Yunrong dissatisfiedly.

Han Yunrong immediately noticed Zhu Chuo's stare, and saw that the other party looked like a little hedgehog, his Weidu face was angry at the first glance, and his eyes were even more warning.

But in Han Yunrong's view, such eyes are naturally not deterrent at all, they just feel cute.

Han Yunrong smiled, and Xie Ying was right... Lost, where would he find such a pure-hearted and passionate little princess.

Zhu Chuo became even more angry, Han Yunrong stared at the other girls without telling them, and smiled knowingly.

Zhu Yi was thinking in her heart that fortunately, Han Yunrong didn't need to go to the paddock so that she didn't have to worry about her brother. As for Xie Ying, Zhu Yi always thought about the trip to the underground palace, feeling that it might not be peaceful.

Finally in the afternoon, everyone's eyes were attracted by the emperor and his party who had returned from the siege, and they all welcomed them with shouts.

The emperor himself rode a horse in the forefront, and the kings, princes, military officers and some civil servants wore light armor and drove behind.

Xie Ying has a cold face, wearing a black soft armor and a long bow behind him, attracting the attention and eager whispers of a group of noble ladies.

Today is the first round of encirclement. The emperor wanted to warm up, relax his muscles, and practice the formation. He was not prepared to hunt as many beasts today, so the overall atmosphere was relatively relaxed.

But the day has been quite fruitful. When counting prey, tigers, bears, leopards, wolves, wild boars, lynx...everything beasts, not to mention other small animals.

It stands to reason that the emperor should be happy when he leaves the school, but on the way back to the camp, the emperor's complexion is extremely ugly.

Today Xie Ying was misled into the Tiefeng mechanism. According to his assumption, he would at least abolish the opponent's leg, but he escaped.

Later, both Xie Ying and Yan Fengqin were taken into the stone formation, and the emperor sent a master to assassinate them, but they ended in failure.

Because the great ancestor of this dynasty came from a family of military generals, he was involved in a mutiny and respected "Shangwu" as a legacy of the original right. It is the sons of these vassals who have lived in the border for many years, separated from the neighbors who can conquer the war, shoulder the responsibility of defending the enemy's invasion, and dare not slacken in the slightest.

The emperor had no adult sons. In contrast, seeing the sons of the princes was so good, his face was naturally ugly.

According to the rules, rewards should be based on the number and difficulty of the hunt.

The emperor said to the kings: "The officials will go back and change their clothes first, and then they will come here to share the food they caught today."

Everyone naturally responded.

The cooks and soldiers in charge of logistics have prepared hot pots and seasonings for a long time, and quickly processed the prey they obtained into a picnic for everyone to eat. The peculiar strong scent of roasting and the delicate scent of snowy bone soup floated far away on the meadow.

The monarchs and ministers enjoyed a picnic with piles of bonfires, and the female family members also met in the big tents of the imperial concubine and others to enjoy the game hunted by the men.

If there was no mention of marriage, Zhu Yi would definitely enjoy such a life.

She finished a small half-dish of thin slices of venison dipped in sauce, mixed the orange water with the sake tea and drank it together, and the taste was particularly good. Zhu Yi ate, turned his head and looked around, and was surprised to find that Zhu Chuo, who was just beside her, had disappeared. But she thought of her brother inexplicably...

Zhu Chuo is indeed with Han Yunrong now. She pressed the other person on the tree trunk and interrogated the other person: "Why are you looking at my sister today?"

Han Yunrong knew that the best answer was not to admit it. He lowered his head to the menacing little princess: "I don't have one."

"You obviously watched it! You said, do you think Princess Xizhen is more beautiful than me, so you have that kind of thought for her?"

Han Yunrong said: "Princess, I swear no." He knew that Zhu Chuo liked to hear him swear, so even if he thought this behavior was naive, he still chose the most acceptable way for her to answer.

He approached her ear: "I swear I only touched the princess alone...that kind of thought."

Zhu Chuo's cheeks were hot immediately, and the kind of thought she said meant liking, how did it feel that the man said it seemed to have changed its taste, it made people blushing. It feels like I want to do bad things with her.

She raised her head and saw that his expression was still very serious, and she felt that she was thinking too much. Zhu Chuo blinked and asked, "Han Yunrong, do you want to kiss me?"

The man was quiet for a moment, let out a low laugh, and pulled Zhu Chuo into his arms and hugged him tightly.

The monarch and his ministers enjoyed themselves, and when the banquet was over, Xie Ying pretended to be drunk and returned to his tent, and saw a dark shadow swaying outside the tent.

He thought a little, got out of the tent, and followed the other person to the dark place. The surrounding light is extremely weak, and the two of them didn't make any discounts.

Since it was Yan Fengqin who brought the people out, he said first: "Should we continue to join forces? The emperor's ten thousand soldiers is not a joke."

Xie Ying looked at the other party and sneered: "Could it be that you drank too much before?"

Yan Fengqin didn't think that Xie Ying's ridicule was ridiculous, and said: "The emperor should have known that his son was killed by the two of us in the underground palace. He must take revenge for everything. However, the generals of the underground palace plan that you are the mastermind. , The prince also made you crazy, the emperor hates you more than hates me."

"All killed?" Xie Ying said lightly, "Isn't Zhu Xiujing still dead? The Yan family hid Zhu Xiujing, so that he would be a puppet one day?" Zhu Xiujing is Zhu Chuo's brother, Concubine Shu's. son.

Yan Fengqin laughed dryly. As expected, he did not hide the truth from the other party. He avoided Zhu Xiujing's mention and said, "If we are both dead and the princess falls into someone’s hands, it’s better to follow me, you. Say it?"

Xie Ying's eyes were cold: "Whether you die or not, she has nothing to do with you. Yan Fengqin, what idea did you make, I still don't know?"

"Xie Ying, you have to be clear, we have to wade through the muddy water of Luling first. How about...?"

Xie Ying's tone was still disdainful: "If you ask for help, show your sincerity first."

At the same time, a black old eunuch, like a ghost, entered the emperor’s tent, which was surrounded by three floors and three floors, and said to the emperor with a weird voice like ventriloquism: "The emperor, The old slave saw Yan Fengqin and Xie Ying leaving the camp one after another. The old slave did not dare to follow, fearing that they would not be able to hear the conversation."

The emperor almost smashed the bowl of sober soup in his hand: "The depth of scheming and endurance of these two sons really surprised me. Hei Yin, what do you think is the possibility of catching them alive with this arrangement?"

"I'm afraid it's very small, it's easier to kill directly."

The emperor's hoarse smile echoed in the tent, and it was a little horrible at night. "Xie Ying hasn't fallen into trouble since he was born. He definitely feels that everything is under control. Even if he is allowed to die, I will let him taste what pain is before death."

…

When Yan Fengqin returned to the tent, he was indeed drunk. While removing his robe, he called Chuan Shui. He quickly stopped, staring at the bulge in the bedding on the couch, and squinted his eyes.

When he walked to the couch, he saw the girl with a pair of pretending to be calm, but in fact she looked at him with panic eyes.

It's just that the other party's mouth was covered by a white silk band and knotted behind his head, unable to speak. He lifted the quilt and saw that the girl's slender wrist was tied in this way. She was wearing a light pink silk-faced quilted middle skirt. Yan Fengqin's eyes moved down her graceful curve, and her ankle wearing white Luo socks was also **** by silk belts. Both feet flicked uncomfortably.

Yan Fengqin's temples suddenly jumped up, his eyes flushed red by the scene in front of him, he took a few breaths, calmed down for a moment, and then the Jin was pulled up to cover the opponent again.

The man came to the tent door and asked Yan Zheng outside the door angrily: "Who came to my tent before, you don't know?"

Yan Zheng was taken aback: "It was Zhou Yan who was guarding the door before, so I came here. What's the matter?"

Yan Fengqin said slowly: "No matter, if it is Hei Yin's old thing that has been in the coffin, no one of you can stop it."