Chapter 63: I have my own measures

Playing outside with Qi Yang all day, and then sending people to the palace gate, when Lu Qipei returned to Lu Mansion, it was almost dark.
Two lanterns hung outside the door that was not imposing, with dim light falling down, casting only a faint halo, illuminating everything hazily, but with inexplicable warmth.
Since Ayu's death, Lu Qipei has not left anyone close to him, and always likes to be alone when he goes out. At this moment, she returned with brisk steps and knocked the knocker on her own when she reached the gate.
The sound of "Kang Kang" spread far away in the night, and the door was quickly opened from inside.
Lu Qipei was about to go in, and inadvertently raised his eyes, but unexpectedly found that the person who opened the door to her at the moment was not the concierge—the person who opened the door was Qi Bo, and Qi Bo always had trouble waiting for her at the gate, and most of it was not. Good thing!
With this recognition, at the moment when he saw Qi Bo, Lu Qipei's originally good mood instantly sank.
Qi Bo opened the door and invited Lu Qipei inside. After closing the door personally, he walked into the mansion with Lu Qipei. He was two steps behind Lu Qipei, and before he could walk to the hall, he said, "My son seems to be in a good mood today?"
When Lu Qipei heard the words, he kept walking, but slightly pursed his lips, and replied, "It's okay." It's not good to just see you.
Qi Bo didn't seem to care about her answer, so he went on to say: "The book in the study, the son must have seen it. Your marriage date with Princess Qi Yang is not far away, so let the son think twice about where to go."
Lu Qipei finally stopped when she heard the steps here. She turned her head to look at Qi Bo. The pure black eyes rarely contained two points of ridicule: "What does Qi Bo mean? I am married to the princess, but you also have a share. Credit? I regret now, and want me to regret the marriage?"
Qi Bo was stunned by this, and then two points of joy came into his heart—he guessed it was correct, Lu Qipei was always a smart person, and she could piece together the truth of the matter as long as she gave her some clues. But now that she can say such a thing, she has obviously guessed something and is quite confident.
It's okay to guess it, only when you guess it can you be scrupulous, and only when you guess it can you converge.
Qi Bo thought this way, but he never showed anything on his face, and calmly replied: "The imperial decree to give a marriage, repentance and resistance to the decree is a serious crime. The old slave dare not think like this, let alone tire the son."
Lu Qipei was noncommittal about what he said, turning around and stepping forward, as if he didn't want to continue the topic.
Qi Bo couldn't help frowning when he saw this. He wanted Lu Qipei to take advantage of Princess Qiyang. After seeing the two getting along, he also vaguely noticed the ambiguity between the two. But for Qi Bo, he doesn't really believe how deep the friendship between the two women can be, not to mention the natural opposition between the two.
When Qi Bo wanted to come, Lu Qipei was a smart person. After she understood her identity and situation, she would definitely learn to constrain. And even if she can't learn to constrain, she will at least feel grudge when thinking about the identity of the two.
In this way, things remain within a controllable range.
But now it seems that things are far beyond his control, and Lu Qipei's attitude towards Qi Yang is not what he thinks... If she is stuck in the love of her children, what will they do? No other young master may let them choose!
Qi Bo felt a little sinking when he thought of this. Fortunately, at this moment, the teenager walking in front suddenly uttered, and a cold voice came out: "I know what Qi Bo is worried about, but I have my own measures about it. Your worry is unnecessary."
Lu Qipei seldom talked to Zibo like this, she was gentle, completely different from Lu Qicheng's sharp sharpness. To say that such a young master is better for the old servants who have been in power for years, but at this moment Qi Bo heard Lu Qipei's words, but he didn't feel the irritation of being offended, but he was relieved and faintly relieved.
Of course, if Qi Bo knew Lu Qipei's so-called sense of measure, he would have no sense of measure in the face of Qi Yang. The so-called secrecy means that there is no secret in the face of Qi Yang. I'm afraid I can vomit two or two blood on the spot.
But fortunately, he didn't know, so he finally watched Lu Qipei leave with a pleased look.
Qi Bo's reminder seemed to be a prelude, and the calm ceased for a while, and the atmosphere in the entire capital suddenly became tense.
The reason was that one early morning at the end of September, a battle report came hurriedly from the North. The messenger who sent the letter was tied with a white cloth on his head, which made people feel bad at first glance. In fact, he brought it and it turned out to be a terrible news-General Ji, who had guarded northern Xinjiang for decades, was killed!
Now the war in northern Xinjiang involves nearly a million soldiers and horses, Liang Rong and the two countries each account for half of the game, and the leader of Liang Guo's troops is undoubtedly the General Ji who has guarded northern Xinjiang for many years. As the head coach, he was in the battle, and nearly half a million Liang Jun listened to his schedule. But now that the coach is dead, the morale blow will not be mentioned for the time being. What is more important is who will take over and dispatch these 500,000 soldiers?
The Ji family is not without a successor. If the general Ji dies, the heirs he has cultivated can smoothly take over his subordinates. But now the situation is different. In addition to the original 200,000 soldiers and horses in northern Xinjiang, the emperor has successively dispatched nearly 300,000 soldiers and horses to the border after the war, and these 300,000 soldiers and horses originally had Each commanded.
General Ji has a high prestige in the army. Even if the reinforcements are scattered, he has the ability to arrange it properly and dispatch it like a hand. But it's different after changing others. The younger generation of the Ji family doesn't have his prestige means.
Furthermore, General Ji died suddenly, and there was no decree to appoint a new commander in the DPRK, and the command of the Northern Xinjiang War Bureau suddenly became a mess.
The prince looked black after seeing the battle report that he sent, and his sword eyebrows were even more frowned: "The third brother is in northern Xinjiang at this time, and he is the prince and the supervising army. If he stands up to lead the situation, it should be Can hold people..."
This was not because the prince deliberately spoke ill of the emperor while the third prince was away. Instead, it was all facts. If he is not the third prince who is going to the Northern Xinjiang Supervisory Army this time, he will definitely stand up immediately, even if he doesn’t know anything about military affairs, sitting in the handsome position can calm the military’s mind, and then listen to it. Admonition is waiting for the imperial court's new appointment.
Of course the emperor understood this truth better, so his face would only be darker than the prince. Before he even waited for the prince to finish speaking, he waved his hand and said, "It's nothing more, that counsellor, what can I expect from him?!"
Hearing this, the prince was silent for a moment, but he bowed and asked for orders: "Father, please go to northern Xinjiang."
The latest report from Northern Xinjiang has not yet been sent back, but as far as the previous situation is concerned, it is really not good. The generals were in their own hands, and the soldiers rushed, losing two more cities in just a few days, and even ruining the situation that had been difficult to stabilize before General Ji.
At this time, it is not enough to send a general of the generals to northern Xinjiang at will, and more importantly, there must be a person with sufficient status to calm the military's mind. The so-called princely conquest is the most useful method at this time. It is conceivable that the emperor will not go to northern Xinjiang, so taking a step back, letting the prince, the prince, go to northern Xinjiang to stabilize the military will be the best choice.
But the emperor hesitated when he heard the prince's request, and said after a long while: "This matter is not in a hurry, let the coach decide first."
The emperor obviously valued the prince too much than the three princes, so that in such a situation, he still did not want him to take risks. But no matter how the superiors in the palace make decisions, after the news of the death of the general in the season spread throughout the capital, panic spread.
In late autumn at the end of September, the weather had already turned cooler, and a few days of autumn rain made the sky darker, just like the mood of the people in Beijing at this moment, which makes people feel depressed at a glance.
Lu Qipei stood under the porch with his hands on his shoulders, looking up at the endless drizzle outside, and finally couldn't help but whispered: "Even General Ji died in battle. Does he really want to bring Rong Di to the capital..."
Autumn rain fell, knocking her whispered voice down in the wind and rain, no one heard it except herself.
Inside the palace on the other side, Qi Yang braved the autumn rain to rush to the East Palace. As soon as I entered the front hall gate, I couldn't care about the dampness of my skirt, so I hurried to the prince, and asked, "I heard, the emperor, you want to invite you to northern Xinjiang?"
The prince raised his head from the official document, and faced Qi Yang's rare frown, solemnly: "This matter does not require the emperor's sister."
Seeing him like this, Qi Yang knew that his trip to northern Xinjiang was 80% unchangeable. But looking at the worried but still high spirited prince in front of her, and thinking about the crippled and desperate person in her memory, how could she not be moved?
Raising his hand to grab the sleeve of the prince, Qi Yang rarely escaped his emotions: "Brother Emperor, the battlefield is dangerous, can't you not go?"
The prince met her gaze, his serious and hard face was still a bit soft after all, but the decision he made was not acceptable: "No." After answering categorically, he said: "Beijing needs someone to stabilize the military. Father cannot go, so he can only go alone."
Qi Yang was silent when he heard the words, and suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness.
But immediately, this powerlessness turned into resentment, resentment against Xie Yuan, the culprit responsible for the current situation.
The prince saw her biting her lip in silence, and the final coldness could not be maintained. He raised his hand and touched Qi Yang's head like he did when he was a child, and softened his tone to comfort her: "Just stay behind to stabilize the army. There will be no danger, don't worry."
Qi Yang wanted to say that in the previous life, you just went to Northern Xinjiang for a cutscene, and in the end you could come back lame. Now the situation in Northern Xinjiang is not comparable to that in the previous life. Do you have to save your life in Northern Xinjiang? !
However, Qi Yang couldn't say these words, and she couldn't even accuse the prince of ignoring his own safety and going to a dangerous place. So in the end she just bit her lip tightly, and said, "Brother emperor is here to bring more guards. Especially on the battlefield, there are no swords, and the secret guards are too late to stop the rescue. It is better to use a personal guard."
The crown prince finally couldn't help but smile after listening to her advice like this: "I see, please relax."
After laughing, thinking of something, the prince took out the wooden box from the side and handed it to Qi Yang: "Your wedding date is near too. I am afraid that the emperor will not be able to meet you to marry you, so I will give you the gift first."