"There's no rush for this."
Hua Mingqiao realized that he had been a little too hasty. His niece-in-law had just arrived in Beiling and must be very tired. "You should have a good night's rest first. I will inform Brother Tang that you have arrived in Beiling."
Ye Zelin nodded.
Hua Mingqiao immediately went to pass on the message.
"Aunt, Fushu is very good to Yuezheng. She often teaches Yuezheng to recognize words. Now Yuezheng already knows more than a thousand words." Ye Zelin talked about Yuezheng's recent situation.
Huo Linglong and Hua Mingqiao's parents were far away in the northern border. Even if he and Hua Fushu sent letters from time to time to inform them of Yue Zheng's recent situation, Huo Linglong and Hua Mingqiao would always keep Yue Zheng in mind.
Huo Linglong said gratefully, "Thank you and your niece for your hard work this year in helping us take care of Yue Zheng."
"It's not hard. Yue Zheng is very well-behaved and sensible, and easy to take care of." Ye Zelin said. After a year of getting along, he regarded Yue Zheng as his own brother.
"Fushu and I don't have any children yet, so taking care of Yuezheng is just a way to gain experience. When we have children in the future, we won't be so flustered." He smiled faintly.
Huo Linglong put down the rag in her hand, stood up, and bowed deeply to Ye Zelin. "General Ye, Huo Linglong would like to thank you and my niece."
"General Huo, you're welcome." Ye Zelin returned the greeting.
Huo Linglong smiled and said, "My nephew-in-law, please don't call me General Huo. I'm no longer General Huo."
Ten years ago, she was a female general of the Northern Border Army.
Ten years later, she was just Huo Linglong of the Huo family.
Ye Zelin changed his tone, "Aunt."
"The room next door is ready. You've come such a long way, go over there and rest."
Ye Zelin left the room and went to the next room. When he lay on the kang covered with bedding, the fatigue in his body was relieved at this moment.
He closed his eyes and fell asleep in a short while.
In the capital, the general’s mansion.
The lights in Guanju Pavilion were brightly lit. Hua Fushu listened to Sanqiao's report, "Miss, there's a letter from Qinzhou saying that Yin Jiujiu and the others have begun to secretly enter the capital in batches."
"very good."
Hua Fushu held a silver needle between her fingers. With a flick of her hand, the needle pierced the sandalwood screen not far away. "Tokyo is about to undergo a dramatic upheaval. We should start preparing now."
"pretty!"
She looked at the silver needle nailed squarely on the screen and admired her own skills even more. "By the way, when will Yin Jiujiu arrive in Tokyo?"
Sanqiao said, "According to the distance, we should be there in two or three days."
Hua Fushu picked up another silver needle and shot it out. "Qiao'er, how did Nie Huaixin come up with this idea? He actually wanted to assassinate the commander of the Imperial Guards. This idea is excellent, but it's easy to alert the enemy. But at this point, whether it alerts the enemy or not is no longer important."
Hua Fushu now has a very clear understanding of the situation of Ye Zelin and the others. This war, which seems calm but is actually full of twists and turns, has entered the stage of the final decisive battle.
If one of the arms of King Qinghe is the 100,000 northern lions, then his other arm is Zhang Huai, the commander of the imperial guards.
The commander of the imperial guards commands all the imperial guards in the palace, but Zhang Huai is the Prince of Qinghe's man, which means that the Prince of Qinghe has already controlled the entire palace. As long as the Prince of Qinghe gives an order, he can rush into the palace at any time and force His Majesty to abdicate.
Nie Huaixin's idea was to assassinate Zhang Huai and allow His Majesty to regain control of the imperial guards.
For this purpose, Nie Huaixin found Hua Fushu, hoping that Hua Fushu could help.
Nie Huaixin is Ye Zelin's good friend. Both of them want to help His Majesty get rid of Prince Qinghe and support Prince Qin to take the throne. Hua Fushu can naturally help, and she has been dragged into the game by the Majesty in the palace a long time ago. How can she not help?
Hua Fushu brought Yin Jiujiu to the capital to help Nie Huaixin assassinate Zhang Huai.
I have to say that Ye Zelin and Nie Huaixin are really good friends. They even have the same idea. One wants to change the leader of the Northern Border Army, and the other wants to kill the commander of the Imperial Guard.
"I'll send a letter to Master Nie tomorrow, telling him that Yin Jiujiu will be arriving in the capital soon."
Hua Fushu stopped Sanqiao and said, "No need. Wait until Yin Jiujiu arrives in the capital and then tell Nie Huaixin that there have been a lot of people stalking our house recently, so it's best to stay out of the house as little as possible."
Sanqiao immediately understood Hua Fushu's intention, "I'll ask Si De and Nan Xing to be more careful, so that no one can really see anything."
"I trust you to do the work. I'll leave everything to you. You also need to be careful in the mansion. Don't let any random people sneak in easily, as it will be detrimental to the people in the mansion." Hua Fushu simply instructed Sanqiao.
Sanqiao Fu said, "I'll spare you the trouble. I promise to keep a close eye on our house. Not even a fly can get in."
Two days later, Yin Jiujiu arrived in the capital as scheduled.
Five days later, the commander of the imperial guards, Zhang Huai, was stabbed to death in a teahouse.
After Zhang Huai was buried, His Majesty Zhao Zixu appointed Jun Shouyi, the deputy commander of the Imperial Guards, to take over the position of commander of the Imperial Guards and take charge of the Imperial Guards.
When this matter reached the ears of King Qinghe, he did not get angry but laughed instead. Zhao Zixu thought that by getting rid of Zhang Huai and letting Jun Shouyi take over as the commander of the imperial guards and take charge of the imperial guards, he could control the imperial guards. Little did he know that everything was within his expectations.
Because Jun Shouyi is also his man, and the imperial guards are still under his control.
That night, Prince Qinghe had a rare dream.
He dreamed of the late emperor, his brother.
In the Imperial Garden, it is spring, with flowers in full bloom and butterflies dancing.
A ten-year-old boy in brocade clothes was waving a whip and whipping a boy of the same age as him. The boy being whipped was in tattered clothes and covered with bruises.
The huge imperial garden was filled with the painful cries of the beaten young man, the triumphant laughter of the young man in brocade clothes, and the ridicule and onlookers of the onlookers.
"Zhao Si, if you say three times loudly that you are a dog, I will consider sparing you."
The young man in brocade clothes is his half-brother, and his biological mother, Concubine Xian, is the most beloved woman of his father.
"You, don't even think about it!" Even if the ten-year-old Zhao Si was beaten and humiliated like a beast, he would never compromise.
The young man in brocade clothes whipped down again, leaving another flesh-wrenching scar on Zhao Si's back.
"Little like——"
When Zhao Si was about to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a familiar voice.
A young man in white clothes, about fourteen or fifteen years old, rushed over, protected him under his body, and took the whip from the young man in brocade clothes.
"Brother!" Zhao Si opened his eyes wide and looked at the young man in white.
He was about to ask his brother when his brother had already grabbed the whip that the young man in brocade clothes was swinging at him again. His brother pulled hard and snatched the whip away.
Zhao Si watched his brother whip the young man in brocade clothes.
"Zhao Zhong, you dare to hit me!" The young man in brocade clothes was furious and pointed at his brother and questioned him.
Then, Zhao Si saw his brother whip the young man in brocade clothes again, "If you hit my brother, I will hit you."
"What are you standing there for? Capture these two for me!" The young man in brocade clothes ordered the palace servants.
A group of palace servants rushed forward upon receiving the order, but my brother brandished his whip, making them afraid to move forward...
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