Ye Qingwan looked at Nangong Muyun's departing back and cried and cried, she was really afraid that she would suffocate and faint from crying.

Just when he wanted to comfort her, she stopped crying immediately after seeing Nangong Muyun disappear, and reached out for Lin Xiao to hold her: "Uncle Lin, I'm hungry."

Lin Xiao was stunned, but still reached out and hugged her: "Miss, you...you are not sad anymore?"

"It hurts, but you still have to eat even when you're hurt. People are made of iron and food is made of steel. If you don't eat, you'll be hungry."

Ye Qingwan put her arms around his neck and spoke righteously.

Lin Xiao looked at her, and he suddenly felt that what his young lady said made sense.

"Your Highness, Lord Liu, please wait a moment. I will have someone take you in." After saying that, he walked back holding Ye Qingwan.

Nangong Fusang was confused by Ye Qingwan's series of confusing actions: "What does she mean? Is she sad or not?"

Liu Sheng shrugged, indicating that he didn't know either.

It seems that being sad is real, and not being sad is also real.

Soon, a waiter ran out of the mansion, lowered his head and led the two people in.

The two talked with the Prime Minister for half a night, and gained a deeper understanding of the art of war. Especially Nangong Fusang, he was so absorbed in listening that he didn't even realize that he had such a strong interest in leading troops to fight.

For the next few days, he left the Ministry of War and went to the Prime Minister's residence to discuss military strategies with the Prime Minister.

The prime minister did not find him annoying and always answered his questions. He also gave him many military books and asked him to study them carefully.

After a period of time, the Ministry of War could not come up with any good countermeasures and could only attribute it to the fact that there were no generals in southern Xinjiang who were familiar with naval warfare.

The emperor was a little angry. Dayu was not even afraid of the cavalry on the grassland, so how could he be afraid of a group of petty thieves in the remote countryside?

"My dear ministers, is there anyone willing to go to the southern border to lead the army?"

The flower center fell, and everyone lowered their heads, afraid that the emperor would see them.

Who the hell would want to go to southern Xinjiang? Those small border countries that can't win will hide in the sea, and will run away when you chase them, and turn around to harass you when you withdraw your troops. They are the most difficult to deal with.

Moreover, southern Xinjiang is remote and poor. Going there would be a torture. If you lose, you will be ridiculed. If you win, it will be even worse. You will most likely be asked to stay in southern Xinjiang permanently and will not be able to come back.

This is a thankless job, and anyone who does it would be an idiot.

The emperor naturally knew what they were thinking and was very angry, but there was nothing he could do.

He had sent many capable generals who had fought on the battlefield for many years before. They had even fought against the Grassland Cavalry, but without exception, they were beaten and lost.

In the end, the matter was left unresolved. The emperor was sulking, and when he left the court, he suddenly kept Liu Sheng.

Nangong Fusang grabbed him and whispered, "If the emperor sends you later, you must not agree."

Liu Sheng smiled and nodded: "Okay."

"I'll wait for you outside. If you have any problems, just shout loudly. I can hear you." Nangong Fusang said this before leaving with concern.

After that, I really waited outside the hall for a long time, but he never came out.

Father, you're not really going to send Liu Sheng to southern Xinjiang, right?

That shouldn't be possible. He is a civil servant and it won't be his turn to go no matter who goes.

No, let’s go in and take a look.

Nangong Fusang was worried and wanted to go in, but the eunuch chief was frightened and hurried out to stop him: "Your Highness, you cannot go in without His Majesty's summons."

"If the emperor blames me, I will take the responsibility." After saying that, he walked around him and reached out to push the door.

But before he could exert any force, the door opened by itself and Liu Sheng walked out.

"Are you okay?" Nangong Fusang noticed that he looked unhappy. "My father wouldn't really want you to go to Southern Xinjiang, would he?"

Liu Sheng shook his head: "No, let's go."

Nangong Fusang didn't believe it. He had known him for so long, but this was the first time he saw him look so bad. Something must have happened.

But no matter how he asked, Liu Sheng just smiled and refused to say anything, and he had no choice: "If the emperor really wants you to go, tell me and I will ask the emperor to go for you."

Upon hearing this, Liu Sheng suddenly stopped and looked at him with complicated eyes.

Nangong Fusang noticed that he had stopped and looked back at him: "Why don't you leave?"

He pondered for a moment, then smiled and shook his head, then walked side by side with him as if nothing had happened.

Just as I reached the Imperial Garden, a figure suddenly ran past me quickly.

Then someone followed behind: "Brother Mu Yun, wait for me."

Nangong Muyun in front frowned and said impatiently: "Don't follow me, I don't want to eat."

But the little figure behind him said persistently: "But Fanlou's soft pancakes are delicious, why don't you try a bite?"

"I don't taste it. I don't eat after noon. This is the rule in the palace."

"Why are the rules in your palace so inhumane? How can we have the energy to study without eating?" Ye Qingwan complained with a pout.

"I said I don't want to eat, can you let me go?" Nangong Muyun turned back angrily and stared at her angrily.

Ye Qingwan stood there feeling aggrieved, carefully protecting the soft brand in her hands: "Okay."

After Nangong Muyun scolded her, he felt a little sorry for her and reached out to take the soft-fried bread: "I'll eat it later, you go back quickly."

Ye Qingwan immediately smiled and said, "Okay, then Brother Mu Yun, you must remember to eat it, it tastes better when it's hot."

After saying that, he left happily.

The whole time, he didn't see Nangong Fusang and Liu Sheng beside him. After they left, Nangong Fusang said, "It seems that the rumors outside are true."

"What rumor?" Liu Sheng looked at him.

"It is rumored that the daughter of the Prime Minister, Ye Qingwan, is in love with my ninth brother. She chases after him every day and even claims that she will not marry anyone else in her life. Haven't you heard about it?"

Liu Sheng really hadn't heard about it. He was busy every day and had no time to listen to such gossip.

Besides, Ye Qingwan was only five years old, and Nangong Muyun was only seven or eight years old? She was already in love with him? Did she know what love was?

Nangong Fusang didn't notice his expression, and continued to talk to himself, "Speaking of which, Ye Qingwan is the only daughter of the Prime Minister. She is of good family background and good-looking. When she grows up, she will definitely be a beauty, if not stunningly beautiful. She is lively and smart, and she is more than suitable for my ninth brother."

"She's a nice little girl."

Liu Sheng glanced at him calmly and said, "Yes, it's a pity that he went blind at such a young age."

"Blind?" Nangong Fusang was confused: "Who is blind?"

Liu Sheng glanced at the direction where Ye Qingwan left and said expressionlessly, "Even if I'm not blind, I can't look down on your ninth brother."

"Tsk, when did you become so harsh?" Nangong Fusang said in a scolding tone, but he couldn't straighten his back when he laughed: "But I think you are right."

Liu Sheng said nothing more and left the palace.

Sitting in the carriage, he was silent all the way, looking at the people coming and going on the street with a serious expression. No one knew what he was thinking, and he didn't even notice that the carriage stopped.

"Young Master, we're here." Seeing that he hadn't come down yet, Shihu lifted the curtain.

He suddenly came to his senses, looked at Shihu, and then stood up.

"Young master, what's wrong with you? Are you worried about something?" Shihu could see that he was worried about something.

He was indeed worried. The emperor left him alone today, and his words and deeds implied that he wanted to arrange Nangong Fusang to go to southern Xinjiang.

Originally, the emperor wanted Fusang to go, so he should have kept Fusang. But he kept Liu Sheng instead, and the meaning was self-evident.