Chapter 799: She is alive

Long Xiaonan seemed to be careless and inquiring, but in the words, he was deterred with anger and self-defense. The next two military ministers did not dare to beak, and responded in unison: Emperor Shengming!
Seeing Mu Zhenguo's head bowed and silent, Long Xiaonan scratched a bit of discomfort in her eyes, but her tone of speech was surprisingly clear and gentle: Mu Aiqing had doubts?
Mu Zhenguo quickly arched his hands, hesitantly said: The old minister was undoubted.
Long Xiaonan nodded happily: He heard that the last battle, Mu Aiqing was the champion of the three armies, and the brave and fierce fighting style also caused a heated discussion in Beining. Everyone called Qidao Yong, so let Beining belong to this matter. If you talk to Mu Aiqing in the past, you can do more with less.
The emperor, the old minister Mu Zhenguo, heard his words, his face changed slightly, and he planned to say something.
Long Xiaonan waved and interrupted: Okay, the matter is decided on this, no need to talk about it anymore, and I have no more.
The two ministers of military planes retreated, Mu Zhenguo stood still and stood still, with a sad face on his vicissitudes.
The Royal Study Room returned to quiet for a while. Long Xiaonan, who was rubbing his brows, seemed to realize that Mu Zhenguo had not left yet, and glanced from the corner of his eyes: Mu Aiqing, what happened?
Mu Zhenguo knelt on one knee, respectfully hugged the fist: Thanks to the emperor for his kindness, but the old minister was just a martial arts man, clumsy and awkward, it is difficult for him to assume this responsibility. If the emperor let the old court to kill the enemy, the old court would bow without any complaints However, this exchange of ambassadors is really asking the emperor to choose another person. Then, the old minister came today and also wanted to ask the emperor to grace the old minister to sue the old man to return home.
Originally, Long Xiaonan's Jinkou Yuyan didn't allow beaks. Mu Zhenguo's blatant remarks, but also wanted to be light without officials, apparently offending Long Yan. A waiter on the side couldn't help secretly sweating for the general Mu. .
However, Long Xiaonan seemed to be moved by Mu Zhenguo's request. His attitude was not only the slightest imperial power, but he was also very good at it: Ai Qing said that it was extremely embarrassing, and you retired for many years. It is not easy to return to the North to take the lead in the country's calamity and lead the army to fight the battlefield. Nowadays, Guotai Min'an is really not good at letting you do anything.
At this point, Long Xiaonan waved his hand with some regrets: no matter what, you are allowed to resign and return home, but you just said that this other choice is not suitable for Ai Qing?
Mu Zhenguo was just about to breathe a sigh of relief in his heart, but when he heard the question from the back of Long Xiaonan, he suddenly fell into trouble.
The peaceful belonging of the emperor just mentioned does not seem to be faulty on the surface, but once it is carried out, it will change the taste, and there are many people who are interested in picking it out. The serious point may be that Gallo turned his back on Beining and turned his back on the evil. Reputation, so this is not a matter of candidate, but it should be implemented when it is not suitable at all.
But in the end, there is a king of a country. Mu Zhenguo has an opposition in his heart. He doesn't want to speak out at this juncture. He has more troubles, not to mention, since Long Xiaonan has been benevolent since he took office. Serving people with morals, going up to the court, and down to the people of Li Min, all called him a new generation of benevolent and righteous princes. In this way, Mu Zhenguo had no reason to set his beak and worry.
When Mu Zhenguo didn't know where to answer, Long Xiaonan's full-hearted voice sounded in his ear again: What did Ai Qing think of praying to the king? Although he ignored the administration of the DPRK, his status in the upper and lower courts is obvious to all. He is also the emperor's brother. He also has to give him a three-point politeness. If he is allowed to go to Beining, this will certainly happen. How about it?
Mu Zhenguo's expression shook slightly, and he quickly replied: The old man had lived in the mountain village for many years, and he had never asked the world about it, and he did not dare to say anything to the king.
Hearing the words, Long Xiaonan smiled elegantly: OK, get up, this matter will not be difficult for you, but at the moment, you really have to do something for Aiqing.
Mu Zhenguo bowed down and said: It is right for the emperor to deserve his destiny, the emperor please say.
Long Xiaonan turned his eyes to the night light of the pearl at the table, as if he saw something through the translucent night pearl, half a moment before he said quietly: I prayed that the princess had saved two lives in the past few years, and I never had a chance to thank After her, Ai Qing went back this time. If you want to see her, thank her on your behalf. If you have a chance, I hope to thank her in person.
I thought Long Xiaonan also asked what major missions to send, but I did n’t expect it to just thank Mu Ziling for saving him twice. Mu Zhenguo was a little puzzled in his heart. He clenched his fists: the emperor was serious, and the little girl was lucky to be able to heal that year. Emperor is the blessing of the little girl
Mu Zhenguo's words did not finish, Long Xiaonan turned his eyes and looked at him, his tone of speech was still elegant, but it seemed to have a bit of dignity: This time it was just a verbal conveyance, Ai Qing would not have to quit with his peers. ?
Mu Zhenguo hesitated again. After the reaction, he responded quickly: The old minister didn't dare, but the little girl was away from home for a long time. The old minister might not know when to see her and bring the emperor's words to him.
Anyway, as long as Ai Qing has the heart, just step back. Long Xiaonan replied quietly and waved his hand to retreat.
Mu Zhenguo left the Royal Study Room and looked at the two gates behind him with a puzzling look, before shaking his head and leaving.
The Buddhist temple is partial.
Quiet, needle drop audible.
Emperor Taiwen Long Wenxuan was sitting on a Taishi chair, looking from time to time to Long Xiaoyu, who was also sitting nearby.
The two had no idea how long they had been sitting still, and no one spoke.
Seeing the son in front of him now, he didn't even have basic greetings. Long Wenyi was sighed in his heart, but his tone of speech was intriguing: You came here today, but you came to see him?
No. Long Xiaoyu was straightforward.
Long Wenquan's face suddenly became heavy again, and he patted the chair handle and shouted outside the hall: Feng Cen, I was tired, and I took my rest. It is now abdicated and not in power, but no one said that. Can see, let him go.
When Feng Gong, who was waiting outside the hall, heard the sound, lamented in his heart, and didn't dare to delay, he would trot into the hall immediately.
But just when Feng Gonggong's feet were about to step into the threshold, a gust of wind came suddenly.
I heard only a gurgling sound, and the gate of the palace closed, the poor Feng Gong was not only closed by the dead door, but he also fell into a fart.
You—Long Wenxuan was about to be angry, but the moment he looked at Long Xiaoyu, he was shocked severely, followed by infinite pupil dilation.
In his infinitely enlarged pupil, a wooden mule was clearly reflected.
This wooden cricket is not unique, even the workmanship is a bit rough, and several edges and corners have not been smoothed. It stands to reason that such a small piece of waste wood cannot get into the eyes of the lord who always respects and treats.
However, at this time, the respected and honourable emperor was staring at the imprisoned wooden cricket, and he couldn't move his eyes.
He stood up almost subconsciously.
I don't know if it's because of emotional fluctuations or other reasons. Long Wenyu just got together, and even before his feet moved, he almost fell.
Seeing this, Long Xiaoyu's eyebrows frowned slightly, and the next person had already come in front of Long Wenyu, holding him firmly.
Long Wenyu didn't let Long Xiaoyu hold the seat, but was a little excited and eager to the wooden mule in Long Xiaoyu's hands. His eyes were always fixed on it, and his mouth murmured: She she still She's alive
Long Wenyi repeated this a few times without knowing it, just as if thinking of something. She looked at Long Xiaoyu suddenly, with a questioning and affirmative tone: She is still alive, Jin Er is still alive, is your mother and concubine still alive? ? !!
Long Xiaoyu's indifferent look didn't change at all, and he didn't answer in a voice. He just glanced lightly on the chair and motioned him to sit down and talk.
Where can Wenwen Long sit down: Quickly, she-
Well, I sat and saw Long Xiaoyu's attitude sorrowful. Instead of being impatient, Long Wenyu sat down unexpectedly: You tell me, is she still alive?
Before waiting for Long Xiaoyu to make a noise, he looked at the mule in his hand like he was blame, and opened his mouth to himself: I am ashamed of you mother and son, I know that you have been in trouble for these years Things are not up to me, and now I do n’t want anything, just tell me if she is still alive, and I am satisfied. Really
Long Wenquan's words did not fall, and in his eyes full of resentment and self-esteem, another thing appeared unexpectedly, to be precise, a painting.
In the picture is a beautiful woman who looks very pretty, and the woman stands in a sea of ​​purple jacaranda flowers.
It is a static picture, but it is like the existence of a woman, which drives the whole painting to be alive. The skirt is fluttering, floating like a fairy, especially her agile eyes, as if it can cleanse the world ’s beauty, it is beautiful. People cannot move their eyes.
If we say that when we saw Mu Bangzi, Long Wenji was excited and shocked, but at this moment, when he saw the beautiful woman in the painting, his look was nothing but shocked.
Seeing Long Wenyu, who was still murmuring a second before, I couldn't hear anything in this second. Long Xiaoyu's thin lips slightly radiated, but the tone of the voice was calm and dull: It seems that you Recognize the woman in this painting.
Upon hearing this, Long Wenxuan pulled his eyes away from the painting almost immediately: I didn't know.
Long Xiaoyu laughed, this time she really laughed: Why don't you know? She is the wife of Ming Chen who was married three years ago, your daughter-in-law.
what? !! Long Wenyu heard that he almost jumped up from the chair again, but was pressed by Long Xiaoyu's shoulders, he could not move half a minute.
She she you say she is the daughter of Mu Zhenguo? Mu Ziling? Long Wenyi looked again at the woman on the painting, and looked at it carefully. Some trembling voices were mixed with certainty: not impossible, then Mu Ziling, I have met a few times. Although the child She's so cute, but she doesn't look like this