Deposed Empress General

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Chapter eleven: not disappointed

As soon as the **** declaring left, Wang Yunzhao said, "What does it mean, Your Majesty? Is it possible to give the Lord a title, and the beasts and acted by the Prince can no longer be blamed?"

Mu Rongyan held the imperial edict in his right hand and slowly exerted his strength: "He sent his prime minister here, which meant to be peaceful. This reward ..." He turned to look at the left wolf and asked, "What do you think this reward is ? "

Zuolanglang thought for a moment, and said, "I think the imperial edict still has the following."

Everyone was stunned, Murong Yan said, "Keep talking."

Zuo Canglang said: "Your Majesty sent his Prime Minister last night, in fact, it sounded a wake-up call for His Royal Highness. Next, of course, it is to appease. Whether it is to appease His Highness, or an old minister who reads the old feelings of Concubine Rong, Make a look. However, if the reward is too thick, it will embarrass the prince and leave a guilty conscience. And the reward is too thin, and it will be difficult to heal His Highness's wrath. So he first puts down a trivial grace. Reward. When His Royal Highness thinks this is the case, and the courtiers are gradually silent about it, then come down to a solid reward. In this way, Your Highness may become angry and happy, and others will be sincere and convincing. As far as ugly. "

Murong Yan left the imperial decree on the table, waving Wang Yunzhao and others to retreat, and when there were only two people left, he asked Zuo Canglang: "So what do you see, what is the reward of the Queen's Queen's queen? ? "

Zuo Canglang lowered his head and said for a long time: "The situation of the subordinates is unknown to the DPRK and they cannot speculate on the divine will."

Murong Yan nodded and said: "Now in the DPRK, Chu Jun has been established, and the ministers are no better than his father and prince. The situation is not complicated. Wu Chengjing is fair, impartial, and a rare scholar. Wen The masonry is cultivated by the father and the king, and is loyal to the father. Others, no matter the queen, princess, or prince, do not buy any of his accounts. Therefore, the father relied heavily on him. "

Zuo Canglang said: "His Royal Highness is saying, His Majesty will send His Royal Highness to Wen Shuaiying Camp?" Murong Yan acquiesced, Zuo Canglang asked: "But Her Highness and Girl Jiang's marriage ..."

Murong Yan said, "Don't you see it yet? The father will definitely transfer me away from Yandu, otherwise my elder brother, how to marry his brother-in-law?"

The left wolf froze. There was a sudden noise outside. Murong Yan turned her head and asked, "What's the matter?"

A maid in an apricot dress broke in from the outside, kneeling in front of Murong Yan: "Second His Highness!"

Murong Yan frowned slightly: "Eyun. Why is it so panic?"

The maid named Huiyun knelt down on the ground, looked at Murong Yan, and then glanced at the left wolf. Murong Yan said, "It's all our own. Don't shy away."

Only then was Yunhuai head on the ground: "Second lord, my lady let the slaves come to see you secretly, please meet with her anyway." He said, come up to Ropa. Murong Yan raised her hand and took Ropa. The upper two lines are in lower case. The handwriting is long and soft. The exquisite magnolia flower is embroidered at the end, which is fragrant and faint.

He said, "Tell my lady, I will go to the appointment on time." Huiyun made another noise before retiring.

Zuolanglang said softly, "Is ... Miss Jiang's maid?"

Murong Yan said a word, and finally brought Ropa into her arms, saying, "Come with me."

There is Gushe Mountain in the north of Jinyang City, and there is a horse farm under the mountain. Jiang Bilan invited Murong Yan to meet here. She wore a white gauze skirt, covered with a light green loose flower gauze, and a girdle with a girdle, fresh as a new sprout from a branch in early spring.

Seeing Murong Yan, her Yingying beauty gradually became wet, like a deep pond overflowing the clear spring: "Brother Yan!" She ran to Murong Yan, and the whole person was buried in his arms.

Mu Rongyan hugged her slowly, her black pupils looming away, which was the immense amount of seawater she couldn't see through.

Zuolanglang retired to the side of the peach blossom with interest, far away from the pair of sloppy people in the pasture, and no longer looked over there. It was a bunch of grapes hanging too high, she didn't know it.

"That day ... it wasn't my voluntary! It was the prince and my dad, they ... I ..." She couldn't weep, and Murong Yan's chin pressed gently against her head, saying, "I know, I know."

Jiang Bilan's tears were like broken beads hanging on her long eyelashes. She lifted her head and asked, "Can you betray me?" Murong Yan was slightly stiff, and said, "I won't." A horse with a scarlet horse passed by, Jiang Bilan followed the horse and said, "Remember when I was young My brother also taught me to ride a horse. "She bit her lip slightly, and her red lips were tender, as if the juice of a flower would come out.

When I was a kid ... Murong Yan seemed to remember something, saying, "Well, my mother-in-law was very disciplined when I was a kid. Every time I teach you to ride a horse, I will be punished by my mother-in-law."

He downplayed, of course, more than just punishment. The woman's face was twisted in her memory, and after a while, she turned into a little sad dust. She wanted him to give in, she wanted to cry and runny, and asked him to beg for mercy. Ask him to grow as she wishes.

She shattered his pride and pride and trampled into mud.

Jiang Bilan's eyes were like shiny drops of water: "At that time ... I didn't know anything. Brother Yan never said it, I thought ... just to reprimand." Then I accidentally saw your wound and saw blood soaked in your Clothes. Her eyes were moist. "Then my father shut me down for a long time, and you don't come often when I come out."

Murong Yan almost forgot, was he really stupid at that time? Or ... have been in love since then? The girl was as dazzling as a flower since she was a child. Did he come over again and again because he liked to watch her laugh and listen to her voice?

The feeling of childhood, a little bit blown by the wind, like oncoming sand. It turned out that he had wonderful things at that time.

He helped Jiang Bilan to get on the horse, his eyes thawed from the depths of his pupils, and melted a little: "We always want to grow up."

Jiang Bilan looked like a peach blossom, and Murong Yan turned on her horse and sat behind her to control her horse. His thick, strong arms rubbed over her hands, and the bulging muscles blushed. His breath ran through his ears, Jiang Bilan didn't dare to look at it, and Pink Cheek was already hot.

Murong Yan slightly clamped the horse's belly, and the steed slowly walked on the grass. The retrograde wind helps the flowers to pluck grass, with a slightly bitter but fresh breath. Wen Xiang nephrite was full of arms. He shook the reins and the horse began to run. Her long hair twitched across his side, itching slightly.

After a long time, she suddenly said, "Brother Yan ... you ... marry me through the door. Or take me away, we leave here and go to the place where we are only two people." The water was getting stronger, and then the bank was broken. The sound was like a mosquito, scattered in the wind.

Murong Yan lowered her head and saw that the spring breeze was soft. In the golden sunlight, she lifted her face slightly, crying like tears and having a beautiful face. That slowly rolling teardrops can melt the heart of any man.

"Don't cry." He raised his hand to wipe the tears on her face and said softly, "Murong Yan will only love you for the rest of her life."

He slowly hugged her and felt the nephrite warm fragrance, tears burning. Don't cry, if I am king, you will be the last. Mountains and seas do not dry up, this promise is not disappointed.

The left wolf was standing far away from the trees and peach blossoms. He was like a rock and stone, like the best guard, and he didn't pay attention to his words and actions. The sunset was gradually sloping, and the flowers fell into the boundless grass.