Thousand Miles of Bright Moonlight

It's night, everything is silent.

The restaurant selling sesame cakes in front of the cross street suddenly burst into yellow flames, and the fire quickly spread to the neighboring walls. In a blink of an eye, thick smoke billowed and the fire blazed into the sky.

The guards and patrol Jin Wuwei from Wuhoupu hurried over to put out the fire, and the sound of gongs, drums, footsteps, shouts, and yelling sounded.

An ox cart was parked in a dark corner of the street across the street. A horn lamp was hung in front of the car, and the lamp was marked with the emblem of the Zheng family.

The coachman looked nervous, and pushed Du Sinan with a sullen face into the carriage, and urged: "A Lang, hurry up, you can't stay in Jingzhao Mansion anymore!"

Du Sinan's clothes were disheveled, his hair was dangled, and his head crooked and draped over his head.

Before getting into the carriage, he looked back at the house that was mercilessly swallowed by the fire in the distance, his palms were cold.

The prince actually killed him.

Du Sinan knew that the prince suspected that he was too deeply involved with the second prince, but he believed that the prince was broad-minded and he was confident that he would be appreciated by the prince.

Unexpectedly, this time he had miscalculated, the prince would kill him so quickly.

Is the prince so taboo against the second prince?

Or... the person the prince really taboo is actually the seventh princess?

Du Sinan escaped from the dead, his thoughts turned, he lifted the driving curtain, and looked at the sturdy guard beside the carriage.

He slept just right tonight, Xie Qing suddenly broke into the house, pulled him out of the bed, and carried him on his shoulders. He ran over the wall and fled under the square wall. He was about to call for help when he suddenly smelled a strong wind. The scorching smell immediately reacted, and his liver and gallbladder were split with fright.

He is a counselor, he has never been to the battlefield, and he is afraid of death.

For the rest of his life, Du Sinan didn't want to lose his life in Jingzhao's Mansion, so he decided to go out to Beijing to avoid disasters before seeking a good opportunity.

Before leaving, he had a question.

"How can the princess enlighten me?"

The seventh princess sent someone to rescue him, and they would definitely threaten him with life-saving grace and force him to assist the second prince.

Xie Qing said blankly: "No."

Du Sinan sneered.

He fell into this embarrassing situation today, all thanks to the seventh princess, why should the seventh princess be ashamed?

Xie Qing handed a waist plate to the coachman: "You leave the city from the west gate. If anyone asks, you will say that you are the servant of the Zheng family. Your Royal Highness will ask you to leave the city to deliver a letter."

The coachman nodded for fear that he would be burnt to coke if he stayed.

Du Sinan sat in the carriage with a sarcasm smile on his lips, waiting for Xie Qing to be indulgent and to speak out to stay.

The wheels rolled and the carriage left the long street. After Xie Qing explained the matter, he turned and left.

Du Sinan waited for a long time, raising the curtain of the car, his expression stiff.

The coachman persuaded: "A Lang, the princess will not harm you. If the princess hadn't sent someone to wake us up in time, we would have been burned to death! Next time you see the princess again, don't be stubborn."

The princess's snow-skinned flowers looked like beads and jade, and when she stopped there, she smiled, and the flowers in Chang'an were all overshadowed.

Every time he saw the princess, he was so scared that he did not dare to say a word, but Alang was so indifferent to the princess, he was really incomprehensible!

Du Sinan couldn't figure out what Li Yaoying wanted to do. He neither wooed him nor got rid of him, but also tried to rescue him... What kind of medicine did she sell in the gourd?

"What does she mean?"

The coachman asked: "A Lang, you haven't heard the rumors in Jingli?"

Du Sinan frowned: "What rumors?"

The coachman sighed and whispered: "People in Beijing say that the seventh princess appreciates your talents, but you are only a white robe and you are born in a humble background."

Du Sinan rolled his eyes, he was most taboo from others to talk about his origin.

Knowing that his son did not understand his suggestion, the coachman shook his head: "A Lang...people like Xue Wulang say that the seventh princess wants you to be a steward!"

Du Sinan's pupils shrank suddenly, dumbfounded.

The next moment, he was like a green prawn thrown into the boiling water, his delicate face was blood red.

...

Xie Qing sent Du Sinan away and returned to the palace.

Li Yaoying sat cross-legged in front of the porch, lowering her head to check the accounts of the palace. She was pale green shirt, pomegranate red skirt, pink **** half-covered, and muscles like snow.

Xie Qing asked: "Your lord, why do you want to save Du Sinan?"

Yaoying straightened up, rubbed her waist, and a string of golden curls on her wrist jumped out and made a light jingle.

"It's nothing, it's easy."

Everything hasn't happened yet. She doesn't want to kill someone because of something that hasn't happened. Du Sinan in his previous life was ordered to act. In this life, he will not be able to gain Li Xuanzhen's trust again and will not threaten Li Zhongqian.

Yaoying didn't expect Li Xuanzhen to attack Du Sinan cruelly.

The prince in the eyes of the world is not a narrow-minded person. He is approachable, kind to the tribe, respects counsellors, and appoints talents eclectically. That's why there are so many generals from poor backgrounds who are willing to follow him.

Why does he hate Concubine Xie so much?

Yaoying was out of God for a while.

As usual, Xie Qing stood quietly outside the half-rolled painting curtain of the promenade, his posture as straight as loose.

Li Zhongqian came back from drinking, his feet were vacant, his clothes half-open, and the wine dripping on his honey chest, he stepped onto the promenade with one deep foot and one shallow foot.

Yaoying asked the maid to bring the sober cane juice and let him drink it.

Li Zhongqian walked to her, sat down next to her, swept a few books of accounts and clerks with his generous sleeves, and fell to the ground.

Yaoying gritted her teeth with anger, slapped his arm, and rearranged her calculation plan.

"I've counted it for more than an hour! Brother, please go sit somewhere else and stay away from me."

Li Zhongqian was drunk and laughed, the more Yaoying disliked him, the more he squeezed toward her.

Yaoying smiled and pushed him: "Brother, you are drunk, go clean and don't bother me."

Naturally, her little strength can't push the tall and robust Li Zhongqian.

After making a fuss for a while, Li Zhongqian woke up for a few minutes. He held the table in one hand and the silver bowl in the other. He drank a few sips of cane juice. He turned his eyes on Xie Qing's face and wrinkled his brows.

"Little Qi, the Holy Spirit summoned me yesterday."

He put down the silver bowl and said softly, without a trace of expression on his face.

Yaoying shook her heart.

Not long after Li De became the throne, there were ministers in the DPRK who advised him not to fight again, and to rest with the people and resume production.

The land to the north of the Hetao in the west is barren and barren, and the more distant states of the Western Regions were occupied by different tribes decades ago.

If it's gone, it's gone.

The nomadic people in the north are prosperous, and sending more gold and silver treasures to win them over can turn fighting into jade.

Why ask for it?

In the south, Nanchu, Baiyue and other places and Dawei are separated by mountains, rivers and rivers. The government is corrupt, and the internal fighting is endless, and I will definitely not dare to go north to attack Dawei.

Not to worry.

A few days ago, Li De returned to Chang'an, where he hosted a banquet for several days to entertain the tribal chiefs and envoys from various countries to deal with the backlog of government affairs.

The minister was very pleased: the saint has now enthroned, and is no longer the general of Weijun, he should stay in the imperial city instead of leading troops to charge into the battle as before.

They were satisfied, but Li De had other plans.

He is not satisfied with occupying only one area in Guanzhong, and his ambition is to take down the loop in one fell swoop, and then regain the Western Regions.

However, the opposition from the DPRK was too strong, and the treasury was empty and unable to support the military needs, so he had to lead his troops back to Chang'an after regaining several counties.

Li De didn't want to give up.

The emperor can't go out of Beijing, the prince can. Li Jiaerlang grew up on horseback. Since childhood, he fought with his father and brother on the battlefield. The prince, the second prince, the third prince, and the fourth prince were all brave and good at fighting.

Before the big banquet in the palace, Li De gave armor and swords to the brothers Li Xuanzhen and Li Zhongqian.

At that time Yaoying knew that her father was going to send several brothers to lead the battle.

The apricot blossoms blooming in a tree in front of the porch are steaming with clouds.

The flowers are blooming, and they are like this every year.

People are not the same as flowers.

Yaoying started the calculation and asked in a trembling voice, "Brother, are you going to go on the expedition again?"

Li Zhongqian looked down at her, nodding slightly.

Yaoying's heart is heavy.

She can be careful of Li Xuanzhen, but she can't affect the situation of the battle thousands of miles away.

Li Zhongqian twisted Yaoying's face and said with a smile: "Don't worry, brother is not a forward this time, but is responsible for escorting grain and grass."

The tip of Yaoying's nose is slightly sour, and her eye circles are quietly red.

Every time Li Zhongqian goes out, she will have nightmares.

Dreaming of the yellow sand all over the sky, he was holding a blood-stained golden hammer and a broken armor, moving hard step by step.

The surrounding black and heavy cavalry are all Northern Rong cavalry.

His soldiers died one by one, with fallen corpses all around them.

□□ Through his chest, blood spurted out.

The enemy general was waiting for him to surrender.

The cavalry retreated. He stood in the sand, already dead, but his figure remained motionless, guarding the vast river and mountains behind him.

After a while, the vulture began to peck at his bones.

The towering figure crashed down, and the bones were thick.

Yaoying closed her eyes, concealed her sadness, and raised her hand to straighten out Li Zhongqian's messy clothes.

"Brother, there is no eye on the battlefield. You have to listen to other people's opinions and don't act recklessly."

Li Zhongqian responded with a smile.

After speaking for a while, he casually found an excuse to ask Yaoying to find something for him. When Yaoying got up and entered the room, he turned his head to look at Xie Qing who was guarding the porch, with his phoenix eyes narrowed and a cold expression.

"You are good at it. Why don't you go to the battlefield with this king."

Xie Qing remained motionless.

"Why don't you say anything?"

Li Zhongqian seemed to be smiling but not smiling.

At this moment, he did not conceal his domineering attitude and condescending domineering, arrogant tone.

"You are the general after Xie's family, swear allegiance to this king, this king can't be your master?"

Xie Qing knelt on the ground, cold sweat, but his waist was still straight, and said: "The king, the servant is the princess's guard, and only listens to the princess's orders."

Li Zhongqian's thick eyebrows raised lightly, and his bullying momentum received a few points: "Haoerlang should gallop on the battlefield and make contributions. With your martial arts, as long as you join the army, you will soon be able to emerge. This king will cultivate you well, and within a year, you can also Order a team."

Xie Qing's face was square, and he said solemnly: "Everyone has his own ambition."

Li Zhongqian's face was dark, his eyes were like swords: "Your ambition is to protect the Seventh Princess?"

Xie Qing knelt in front of the porch with a firm expression and said loudly: "Yes, my ambition is to protect Qiniang's safety and follow Qiniang. This heart can be a lesson from the sun and the moon!"

Li Zhongqian frowned when he changed his name.

...

Xie Qing is the son of the Xie family general. According to the rules of the Xie family, the servants of the world can participate in the annual competition from the age of thirteen. Those who win the championship will be sent to the army for promotion and reuse.

The Xie family was full of heroic families, and the trees fell down and scattered. Many families will quietly change their surnames and go their separate ways.

Some people chose to stay. Some of them stayed in Jingnan to guard the tomb of the Xie family, and the other part became Li Zhongqian's personal soldiers.

Xie Qing is the son of one of the family members.

As soon as he turned thirteen years old, he challenged other teenagers who were older than him, losing more and winning less. When he was seventeen, he finally defeated everyone and won the competition.

Li Zhongqian asked him what reward he wanted.

He shook his head and said no rewards, just wanted to be Li Yaoying's guard.

Li Zhongqian was furious, thinking that Xie Qing was guilty, and Xiao wanted Yaoying, so he drew his sword and chopped it.

Later the misunderstanding was resolved and Xie Qing became Yaoying's guard.

His former defeated generals went straight up in the army, and he remained unmoved, willing to follow Li Yaoying.

...

Thinking of Xie Qing's performance in the past two years, Li Zhongqian's expression eased a bit.

This kid has a nerve, his mind doesn't turn, he is very loyal to Xiao Qi, he listens to what Xiao Qi says, and he always remembers his duty as a servant, and never goes beyond it. Usually clean and self-conscious, taciturn, don't drink, don't linger about Fengyue, except for martial arts or martial arts.

Is a loyal servant.

Since he is willing to stay with Xiaoqi as a guard, let him stay for a while.

Yaoying walked out with the rustling sound of the long skirt with a scarf on the ground from the promenade.

Li Zhongqian waved his hand and motioned to Xie Qing to get up.

Xie Qing stood up without saying a word, returned to the front of the gallery, and continued on duty.

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Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Impatient, Yanmei, don’t stay up late to hurt your body, sincerely