When Jiang Ling received Zhou Jing'an's letter, Zhou Jing'an and his group were ambushed on their way back to Beijing. Like Shen Qingru's men, they were all death squads. After being defeated by them, they all committed suicide by taking poison.
On the official road, more than a dozen men in black were lying on the flat road, and the scene was quiet for a while.
Xiang Feng walked over, his face solemn, "No one is alive."
Zhou Jing'an walked over, threw the blood-stained long knife to Ye Song beside him, and squatted down to check a man in black.
He turned his face, his expression paused, and with a flick of his fingertips, he tore off the fake mask on his face.
Everyone around gasped.
Because the skin revealed under the fake face was dark, the eye sockets were deep, the cheekbones were slightly high, and the lips were thick - he was actually a Nanzhao person!
Everyone's expressions were solemn, and the rest of the men in black also had their masks torn off. Without exception, they were all Nanzhao people.
But Zhou Jing'an smiled softly.
His eyebrows were slightly raised and his eyes were bright.
It seems that this time the base for child trafficking in Ezhou was wiped out in one fell swoop, making them so panicked that they sent people from Nanzhao.
It seems that this time they are really forced into a corner.
Zhou Jing'an looked at the wounded soldiers who were being bandaged and waved his hand, "Set up camp here and rest for a while."
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In mid-January, the weather was getting colder and the capital had already seen several snowfalls, which had given the solemn imperial palace a fresh coat of paint. The red walls, green tiles, black bricks and white snow created a beautiful scene.
The palace maids who were sweeping the floor were diligently sweeping the snow aside. The eunuchs and maids from Fengyi Palace were working with their heads down, but their faces were full of joy.
There was a burst of hurried footsteps coming from the palace gate, and the thick boots made a "crunching" sound on the snow. The palace servants only caught a glimpse of a bright yellow color from the corner of their eyes, and immediately knelt down to salute.
The bright yellow figure ignored them, waved his hand for them to get up, and walked quickly towards the main hall.
His steps were hurried, almost jogging.
As soon as he entered the main hall, the warm air smoked by the charcoal fire hit his face, dispelling much of the coldness he had brought with him.
He looked directly at the bed in the main hall and stopped at the woman who was leaning on the bed and looking at him with a faint smile.
"The emperor is here." Zhou Ning'an called him softly.
Feng Yu responded and stared at her closely, his face full of joy. He took off his cloak and warmed himself by the fire before daring to go over.
He grabbed Zhou Ning'an's hand and kept glancing at her lower abdomen.
Seeing his dazed look, Zhou Ning'an smiled, poked his forehead, and said softly, "Doctor An said it's been two months."
"It's been two months?" Feng Yu placed his hand on her belly blankly, feeling excited but also a little sad.
He leaned over and held Zhou Ning'an in his arms. All the palace people in the room wisely left. Only two people were left in the main hall. It was warm like spring, and the charcoal fire crackled.
"Ning'an." He called her, his voice choked with sobs.
He stroked her back and held her whole body in his arms.
"Whether you're a man or a woman, I won't let you suffer anymore."
Four years ago, when Ning An gave birth to Hua Xu, he was in pain for a whole day before he successfully gave birth to her. He waited outside the door all day that day and did not go anywhere. He even put aside his government affairs for the time being. He was so worried that he did not eat a single bite of food or drink a sip of water.
Listening to her cries of pain inside, he wished he could suffer for her.
When she woke up, I hugged her and cried.
Zhou Ning'an was stunned when he heard his words. His heart softened, his nose felt sore, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.
She hugged him, smiled and joked, "What? Do you think I'm too old and ugly, and want to find someone else to have a child with?"
Zhou Ning'an knew that Feng Yu was reluctant to let her suffer. If it weren't for the empress dowager's urging for a grandson, he wouldn't even want this second child.
Because of this matter, Feng Yu and the Queen Mother had many quarrels.
She saw all these things.
Feng Yu frowned and said hesitantly, "You know that's not what I meant. There will be no one else in my life except you."
"I know." Zhou Ning'an lifted his face and saw that he tilted his head awkwardly, not wanting her to see his red eyes.
Zhou Ning'an smiled slowly and said softly, "I know what you mean."
Seeing her so gentle, Feng Yu's ears couldn't help but feel hot.
He stroked her cheek and said seriously, "I'm serious. I only want this one. Two daughters, or a boy and a girl, are all enough."
Feng Yu didn't care about royal bloodline or pure bloodline. There were many talented people in the Feng family's side branches. If they were trained well, they could also inherit the throne.
He just didn't want Ning An to suffer because of him anymore.
Feng Yu looked serious and earnest.
Zhou Ningan smiled brightly, her peach blossom eyes were tender and tender, with a hint of red at the corners of her eyes.
"Okay." She replied softly.
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Zhou Jing'an and his group encountered another attack, also by Nanzhao people.
Their bodies were all brought back to the capital, and the group finally returned to the capital on January 20th.
The prisoners and the bodies of the Nanzhao people were all sent to the Ministry of Justice prison.
Zhou Jing'an did a good job, Feng Yu praised him highly and gave him many gifts.
This talented young master once again became a sensation among the ladies of prominent families, so much so that whenever he went out on the street, people would come up to him and greet him, their eyes glued to him.
Zhou Jing'an didn't care much about all this.
He just missed Jiang Ling.
In the blink of an eye, nearly a month had passed and he hadn't seen her for a long time.
Chang Shu walked up the stairs slowly and saw Zhou Jing'an sitting by the window on the second floor of Qingfeng Teahouse, enjoying the view. There was no one else around. She quietly straightened her clothes and hair, walked up to him leisurely, and greeted him.
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