Chapter 82:

"I have a younger sister, who happens to be..." Cheng Qianye glanced at the map, and randomly pinched a city less than twenty miles away from Zhengzhou.
"In Ancheng. She has always been brave and good at speaking. It must be appropriate to let her go to Ho Kyung as the Princess of Jin."
Among the crowd, only He Lanzhen, who was a nobleman, had a slight impression of Princess Qianye.
"Is the lord talking about Princess Qianye? The minister vaguely heard that the princess was separated during the Zhongmu chaos?" He Lanzhen asked suspiciously.
Why does this nasty straight boy ask so carefully? Cheng Qianye slandered Helan Zhen's belly in his heart.
"In fact, she was not separated. The situation was critical at the time, and her mother quietly sent her to live elsewhere. Later..."
Cheng Qianye didn't want to make up any more, she glanced at He Lanzhen.
He Lanzhen finally understood that the lord did not want to elaborate on this matter.
He thought in his heart: Maybe the lord let Princess Qianye stay in his place temporarily because of other intentions, and it has nothing to do with me, why should I go into it.
"Then it's settled. I personally go to Ancheng to send Chiba as an envoy. Cheng Feng, you organize a team of elite guards to protect the princess to Hokyo. Zixi you..."
Cheng Qianye didn't finish her words, suddenly someone grabbed her by the wrist.
"No!" Mo Qiaosheng's eyes were red, and he grabbed her wrist and said every word.
Everyone was taken aback by Mo Qiaosheng's actions.
Although General Mo was fierce and tough on the battlefield, he was always the most respectful and obedient in front of the lord, and he had never acted rebelliously at all.
What's wrong today?
Cheng Qianye patted Mo Qiaosheng’s hand and continued to finish.
"Zixi, you quickly drafted a letter of credence on my behalf, and sent it to the Queen Mother of Qun Rong. The princess has made an envoy."
"In addition, General Helan stayed in Zhengzhou, General Yu and General Mo..."
Cheng Qianye glanced at Mo Qiaosheng.
"You two, lead the troops out to frighten the dogs. To lay the foundation for negotiations ahead."
Yu Dunsu clasped his fists to lead the order.
But Mo Qiaosheng still stubbornly pulled the lord's arm, the palm of his hand was too hard, and even made her faintly hurt.
Cheng Qianye frowned slightly, "Let's go ahead and sort out your ideas, and discuss the details tomorrow. Bridge students stay."
After screened back everyone.
Only Cheng Qianye and Mo Qiaosheng were left alone in the partial hall.
Cheng Qianye was upset, rubbed his wrists, and sat down on the chair.
Originally, she reunited with the bridge student after a long absence. It should be a happy and happy moment.
But at this moment, she was worried and irritated, and her frowning brows were never loosened.
"I won't let you go." Mo Qiaosheng's voice sounded.
Cheng Qianye raised his head behind the desk,
The man stood in front of her against the light.
The afterglow of the setting sun projected from outside the door outlines the silhouette of the man who has battled through battle.
His shoulders are broad, his waist is tight, his limbs are slender, and his tempered body has a powerful beauty. The aura honed on the battlefield made people feel that what stood in front of them was an unsheathed fierce blade.
This is the first time Mo Qiaosheng has angered her.
Cheng Qianye found it very novel, and even the irritability in his heart was diluted a lot.
At this moment, Cheng Qianye suddenly realized that on weekdays, she was very shy in front of her, and the sweetheart who often blushed before her words, and shed tears at every turn, had actually grown into a majestic and truly upright general. Up.
"In any case, I won't let you take risks yourself." Mo Qiaosheng gritted his teeth.
He knew that his tone was already too presumptuous.
The lord must be very angry.
He is not afraid to scold or punish him, but his attitude may be disgusted by the lord.
But even if he tried to disgust the lord, he couldn't let the lord take such a risk. Even desperately, he has to stop the lord's behavior.
It took a moment for Mo Qiaosheng to react.
The lord was not angry, nor arguing with him, but looked at him with a pair of dripping eyes.
Mo Qiaosheng felt a little flustered in his heart, and his aura fell in an instant.
Cheng Qianye laughed, she beckoned,
Then she took the man who was unwilling to walk to her and told him to sit next to her.
She put her head on Mo Qiaosheng's solid shoulders, where she found a support of her own.
So she didn't hesitate to rub her cheek hard with her own mind, and finally sighed comfortably with the suffocation that had accumulated in her chest.
"Qiaosheng, I may not be a qualified monarch." Cheng Qianye leaned on Mo Qiaosheng and closed his eyes. She doesn't mind letting the person she likes see her weakness.
The lord's limp body leaned on him, and Mo Qiaosheng froze.
He deliberately wanted to raise his arms to relieve the lord who rarely showed weakness. But that arm seemed to be petrified and couldn't be lifted at all.
He had no choice but to stammer and said: "Why, how could it be, there will be no better monarch than you in this world."
"Being a qualified monarch cannot have too many personal feelings. The interests of the country must always be placed on personal interests."
Cheng Qianye opened her eyes, she left the warm support and sat upright.
"It's my waywardness. But if I were to sit here and watch Zhang Fu die, I would rather be wayward once."
"Lord, you..." Mo Qiaosheng knew in his heart that it was going to be bad. The determination he had finally built up, under the soft words of the lord, seemed to collapse easily. He could only make the last effort, "Just for Is it worth saving a person's life?"
Cheng Qianye pulled out a small amethyst from his purse and placed it on the table. He threw the other gems aside with a clatter, and gathered them into a pile.
"Qiaosheng, look." Cheng Qianye compared the lone crystal to the small gems of various colors clustered on the side, "If this represents life, let you save one party and send the other party to die, Which side would you choose?"
"Naturally, it is the party with more people."
"Then what if this single gem is me?" Cheng Qianye pointed at the amethyst.
"Then I must choose the lord." Mo Qiaosheng stretched out his palm and pushed the pile of gems aside.
"Therefore, there is no right or wrong in life, and there is no absolute right or wrong in a person's choice. It just depends on what your heart is. This time I want to follow my own mind and I want to save Zhang Fu."
Cheng Qianye looked at Mo Qiaosheng squarely: "Hashisheng, help me. Only if you deter Inu Rong on the battlefield, I can win the negotiation."
Mo Qiaosheng knelt down and held Cheng Qianye's hand. He spoke several times, but was speechless, and finally nodded hard.
Cheng Qianye cupped his face and kissed him lightly.
"Don't cry, Hashio. Every time you go on an expedition, my mood is the same as you are at the moment. This time, you stand behind me and look at me. Okay?"
...
Cheng Feng received the frame of the Princess Qianye on the way.
The princess's ceremonial guard was surprisingly crude.
No, she didn't have any honors at all, not even a handmaid, she was sitting alone in the carriage.
Zhumo Qiaosheng took a few entourages and drove to them.
The princess is noble, and Cheng Feng led the carefully selected guards to greet her and kneel to greet her.
The curtain was lifted, revealing half of the lotus face.
Cheng Feng didn't dare to look up, only vaguely saw the black brocade lining the neck of the deceptive Aoxue in the car window, and a little bit of vermilion lips above him, smiling beautifully.
"On this road, I will trouble Chang Zuo Su and you all." A soft voice sounded.
Cheng Feng was humble, but he was shocked.
The voice of the princess and the lord are so similar, they are indeed twin brothers and sisters.
He glanced at Mo Qiaosheng on one side, and asked, where is the lord?
Unexpectedly, Mo Qiaosheng turned a deaf ear, his eye circles seemed to be red, and he stared at Princess Qianye's car window unceremoniously.
Cheng Feng led the motorcade far away. Looking back, Mo Qiaosheng was still leading the horse, standing still.
What's wrong with Hashio? Cheng Feng shook his head.
Cheng Qianye sat in the carriage and touched her hair. It was a long time since she was dressed and dressed, and she was a little uncomfortable. She was very proficient in dressing up in her previous life, but the hairstyles that women combed in this period made her difficult, but fortunately, the hairstyles of women from Jin countries were relatively simple, as long as they had a pair of sideburns in the middle of their long braids and some ornaments on their heads.
If it is changed to the Wei State or Song State where Yao Tianxiang is, she needs to comb the temples, then she can't bear it.
However, remembering the long-lasting stunning expression that Qiao Sheng showed when she saw her walking out wearing a deep robes, it still greatly satisfied her vanity.
Cheng Qianye lifted the car curtain and looked back. The black figure still stood at the end of the road, refusing to leave.
Cheng Qianye was also a little nervous about going to Hokyo.
But at this moment, seeing the figure of Mo Qiaosheng sending her away, she was inexplicably full of confidence.
She shook a fist and said to herself in her heart: I can, I will definitely bring Zhang Fu back.
Inside Ho Kyung’s Qiu Official Office,
No Zang Pei Zhen looked at the Han man who was hanging on the shelf in front of him, feeling agitated in his heart.
He remembered that he had been played around by Zhang Fu, who had no power to restrain the chicken, and he admired Mr. Zhang very much. Mr. Zhang called him shortly, and his heart was filled with fire.
Can not wait for his tightly drawn a flogging or beating on meal outlet.
But this person is a weak scholar who can't stand torture. After only a few tossings, he is already half-dead. If he is not serious, he may really send the person to the west, then his aunt will be blamed. .
The Queen Mother has not been in a good mood recently, and she can't afford to provoke her.
My aunt didn't know what she thought, since she had torn her face, banned her majesty, gave the queen to death, and the whole Liang clan was annihilated. Why did he keep the life of this Han Chinese?
The man with his head hanging on the shelf opened his mouth slightly, and a mouthful of blood dripped down in a string.
"I said you don't be stubborn, can't you explain it honestly? I haven't time to accompany you to toss with you." Wu Zang Pei Zhen frowned.
Zhang Fu raised his head and gasped for a while: "What does the general want to ask? Fu knows everything."
Without Zang Pei Zhen stood up and waved his hand: "Then you say, why did you betray the Queen Mother?"
Zhang Fu said weakly: "I have already said it, because your majesty has lured him with a lot of money."
"Nonsense." Nozang Pei Zhen patted his thigh. "You are obviously a meticulous work sent by Jin Yuehou to provoke the mother-child relationship between the Queen Mother and Your Majesty!"
Zhang Fu reluctantly smiled: "As long as the general thinks it is, that is, I only ask the general to be merciful and save me a little life."
"Are you kidding me?" No Zang Pei Zhen jumped up and grabbed Zhang Fu's face, "Do you really think I dare not kill you?"
The face in his hand was bloodless and had a weak breath.
Pei Zhen really didn't dare to use force without hiding, for fear that he would pinch people out with one effort.
He waved his hand irritably, and said to the warden next to him: "You come, you come, use your set of tricks that will only make people painful, not let people die."
Old Li sat bored in the corner of the cell.
The adjacent door was opened by the jailer.
A unconscious man was dragged in and thrown on the ground.
"Brother, Brother Zhang, okay?" Lao Li called to the "neighbor" who would distribute food to him
Zhang Fu lay motionless on his stomach, without seeing any new injuries on his body, but his pale complexion and cold sweat on his head showed that he had suffered cruel torture.
"Damn, those beasts will use these tricks." Old Li snorted.
The author has something to say: Cheng Qianye: You stupid author, can you write articles? I am a female protagonist anyhow, except for the first chapter, I only wore a skirt for the second time. You said I was wronged.