Chapter 100 Stubborn

Song Huaixi answered as he stood up from the couch and handed her the raisin pie: "Sister Lanfeng, try this, it's delicious."

There were some humble pies on the plate, but this kind of snack was rare in the military camp. Only Song Huaixi has these little gadgets.

"Really? Thank you Huai Xi." Lan Feng took it and tasted it. The crust of the pie was very crispy, and there were raisins inside. It is a very common thing in the Northwest.

Although there is yellow sand everywhere here, there are also some places with good water and soil. It's perfect for growing grapes.

The fresh grapes are tempered by the northwest wind, and their skins become shriveled, leaving only the sweet and sour taste inside. It goes really well with the crispy crust.

"Well, it's delicious, crispy, sour and sweet." Lan Feng agreed, holding the pie in his hand.

"Yeah, it's really delicious!"

Seeing that she liked it, Song Huaixi also felt happy. Then he said, "The uncle who made the pie said that it was made with freshly dried local raisins. It tastes sour and sweet and is delicious."

Song Huaixi doesn't like to eat overly sweet things, but this is very much to his taste. There is nothing good in the Northwest, and fresh vegetables and fruits are more expensive than meat.

He doesn't like to eat meat, and this snack is one of the few things he likes to eat after being here for so long.

Seeing him say it one by one, I really like it. Lan Feng said, "If Huai Xi likes it, eat more now. You won't be able to eat these freshly dried raisins from the northwest when you leave later."

Want to leave? Song Huaixi was a little surprised to hear this? Then he asked, "Sister Lanfeng, where are we going?"

"Go back to Beijing." There was a gleam in Sikou Lanfeng's eyes.

At the court, news of the defeat at the front reached the imperial court. There was an uproar in the government and the country.

General Xiao led an army three times larger than Zhao Fangye's, but his entire army was wiped out? !

The emperor was furious, his face full of disbelief. The whole person slumped down on the dragon chair.

He didn't believe that Zhao Fangye had such great ability. A sudden sense of crisis swept through his entire heart.

People in the government and the country were in a panic. They had already vaguely felt that the dynasty might be changing.

No one had ever thought that the unpopular eldest prince would have such ability.

The troops that were sent out have now been surrounded and the prince's life or death is uncertain. Once Zhao Fangye's forces move north, they will not even be able to resist.

The emperor was also panicked and angrily swept everything on the table to the ground: "A bunch of trash! All trash!!"

The current emperor no longer has any dignity after venting all the anger in his heart.

He barely regained his sanity and pointed at the ministers kneeling on the ground and shouted angrily: "No, send someone to stop him immediately. Don't let him enter the capital alive! Go!"

As he said this, he threw the thing at hand at the courtier on the ground.

The ministers below all knelt down, and those who were unlucky were affected by the emperor's anger and had blood on their foreheads.

What makes them even more embarrassed is that, apart from the imperial guards in the capital, where else can they use? What's more, the national treasury has long been empty.

Even if we recruit soldiers right now, we don't have the money...

But the emperor was so angry that no one would risk their lives to make him unhappy. I could only obey the order tremblingly and do it.

As soon as they walked out of the main hall, the wrinkles between the brows of the ministers of the Ministry of War were so tight that they could kill a fly. They looked at each other with helplessness in their eyes.

What to do about this is simply a fantasy.

As the saying goes, a good cook cannot cook without rice. Without money, how can they recruit soldiers and horses?

The ministers in the court who have been parasites in recent years have become rich, but now the situation is turbulent and everyone is watching. He plans to pack up and leave at the slightest sign of trouble. Who is willing to pay out of pocket?

It's really hard to be a human being.

Northwest, in the tent.

Zhang Yuan, who came to report on military affairs, saw Zhao Fangye sitting behind the desk with a piece of letter in his hand. There was a barely perceptible smile on his face.

He was also curious about what could have made the prince so happy, but he did not ask any more questions and stood in front of the table to report: "Your Majesty, all the soldiers, horses, and food have been counted, and the army can set out at any time."

A few days ago, Zhao Fangye decided to attack the capital in one fell swoop, and the entire military camp had already begun preparations. Except for some injured soldiers who were left in the northwest to be treated. The rest followed Zhao Fangye to Beijing.

"Yes." Zhao Fangye did not raise his eyes, but held the letter in his hand to the candle and lit it: "The army will set out tomorrow and head to Yangshan Pass to join the army led by Sun Shuo."

"Sun Shuo?! Sun Shuo is in Yangshan Pass?"

He seemed a little excited when he heard the news about Sun Shuo. He hadn't heard any news about Sun Shuo for several months, so he was very surprised to hear it suddenly.

"Okay, okay! I'll arrange for the army to march out right away." After receiving the news, Zhang Yuan quickly turned around and went down to prepare.

He and Sun Shuo have a very good relationship. Having worked together with Zhao Fangye for many years, they are like brothers. It’s just that Sun Shuo followed Zhao Fangye when he returned to Beijing. He spent more time in the Northwest.

Zhang Yuan originally thought that Sun Shuo would also come back when Zhao Fangye returned to the northwest this time, but he didn't expect that he would be assigned by Zhao Fangye to do a secret mission.

But it’s no big deal. I’ll have a good reunion with him when we get to Yangshanai.

Zhao Fangye returned to the tent and saw Song Huaixi sitting on the bed with a sketchbook in his hand, but he was not interested in reading it.

A pair of blunt eyes were lightly closed, and he dozed off leaning against the bed.

She was obviously very sleepy, but she still stubbornly sat and waited for Zhao Fangye to come back before going to bed.

Zhao Fangye took off his outer robe and walked towards him, extinguishing the candles in the tent and leaving only one in front of his couch.

He always remembered Song Huaixi's little habit of sleeping with candles lit, and would leave a candle by his bed every night. Zhao Fangye's movements were so gentle that they hardly disturbed Song Huaixi.

Song Huaixi leaned against the soft pillow on the bed, his fair fingers loosely grasping the sketchbook. A pretty face with thick eyelashes drooping down, a small and straight nose, and moist red lips slightly opened.

She has a very well behaved appearance, pretty, clean and likable. Zhao Fangye pulled a chair over and looked at him quietly in front of the couch for a while. He could never get enough of looking at this jade-like person in front of him.

The more I look at it, the more I love it, and it's out of control.

Zhao Fangye couldn't help but reach out his hand to touch his long crow-feather eyelashes, giving the sleeping man some signs of waking up.

Song Huaixi felt a shadow covering his eyes. Before he could see clearly, he called out, "Zhao Fangye..."

The sleepy nasal tone carried a strong sense of attachment that he himself had not noticed. Song Huaixi blinked his eyes as if he was still in a dream.

Her hand unconsciously moved towards Zhao Fangye's neck, naturally and intimately.

"Awake?" Zhao Fangye's low voice was full of tenderness, and he held him on his lap according to his movements.

During the movement, Song Huaixi didn't hold the book firmly in his hand. It fell to the ground with a plop.

Song Huaixi seemed to be much more awake at the sound, muttering softly: "Oh, the sketchbook fell. I like this one the most..."

The warm breath sprayed on Zhao Fangye's ears, and the soft tone was inexplicably touching.

He freed one hand to pick up the sketchbook that had fallen on the ground and placed it on the small table in front of the couch, while stroking the back of the person in his arms.

Zhao Fangye smiled and asked knowingly, "Why don't you sleep if you're tired? Is Huaixi waiting for me?"

This was an obvious answer, but Zhao Fangye still wanted to hear it from him in person.

Hearing this, Song Huaixi squinted her eyes and hugged Zhao Fangye's neck like a little animal, then she wrapped herself completely in Zhao Fangye's arms and said lazily, "Well, I'll wait for you."

Song Huaixi always felt that if he fell asleep first, he would not be able to see Zhao Fangye coming back. Then he will see Zhao Fangye one less time today.

It lasted for quite some time throughout the night. For him, that was a long period of time when he couldn't see Zhao Fangye.