091. Qincha

In Yunsongzhai, a breeze blew through the window. Liang Shenyu sat at his desk, listening to Wu Jie and Song Yan report on military affairs, occasionally making comments. When he heard that the Ministry of War was mobilizing five military camps, he raised his head slightly and asked, "Which camp is it being transferred to?"

The Jinbei Cavalry and the Imperial Guards both belong to the Five Armies, but the Imperial Guards are responsible for garrisoning the capital, patrolling Jinjing, escorting the emperor on tours, and guarding the imperial city, the treasury, and even the prisons, while the Jinbei Cavalry is the main combat force against foreign enemies. As for the other three armies, some are used for labor service, some are used for pacification, and another branch is the Imperial Inspection.

Liang Shenyu had already guessed which unit the Ministry of War was mobilizing.

"It's the Qincha Camp."

Wu Jie said.

The Xiongnu occupied the northwest of the Jin Dynasty. Before the Xiongnu launched an attack, the Western Sea countries were even more rampant. The Qincha Camp was the military camp that fought against the Southwestern Navy in the early Yuanguang period. After the southwestern countries surrendered, this elite army was renamed Qincha. The commander of this army was Rongcheng, Prince Ning of Danzhou, the elder brother of Emperor Yuanguang.

Prince Ning had only one son, who was born weak and died of illness early, leaving behind only one son, Rong Zhan, the current Prince Ning of Danzhou.

"The clerk from the Ministry of War has left the city?" Wu Jie nodded, and quickly added, "We can hold them back."

Liang Shenyu was silent for a moment, then waved his hand: "The Qincha Camp has been stationed in Danzhou for many years. They have the upper hand in water battles, but there is only one Danli River flowing through the city of Jinjing. Moreover, the Ning Wang branch lives far away in the border area, and even the Nine Princes Regent failed to alarm them. It is still unknown whether they are willing to wade through the Hunshui River."

Wu Jie narrowed his light brown eyes slightly, and the scar from his left forehead to the bridge of his nose made his brows look even more fierce. He whispered, "If the Marquis has the order, the Jinbei Cavalry will not be afraid to fight with the Qincha Camp."

Song Yan pushed him and said, "Don't shout for war and killing at every turn. Master hasn't given the order yet."

"Hold the troops for now." Liang Shenyu pondered for a moment, "Keep an eye on the Liu family. The troops from Dianzhou have been stranded in the capital for long enough."

Wu Jie replied, "Yes."

Liang Shenyu nodded, stacked up the annotated military documents, and waved, "Go back."

Wu Jie and Song Yan bowed and left together.

It was not the first time for the two of them to come to the Regent's Palace. They were about to leave as if they were familiar with the route, but they bumped into Yun Zhi and Xiao Mufeng who had returned.

"Who are these two brothers?" Xiao Mufeng smiled and waved when he saw that they were unfamiliar faces.

Wu Jie said succinctly: "Jin Beiqi, Wu Jie."

Xiao Mufeng widened his eyes slightly. Wu Jie was a general who was officially appointed as a general at the Jintai. He had made countless military achievements and his status in the Jinbei cavalry was second only to Dingbei Hou.

"General Wu, I am sorry for your disrespect." Xiao Mufeng said cheerfully, "My last name is Xiao, and I am a small captain in the imperial army."

"Prince Xiao." Wu Jie nodded slightly, and then bowed to Yun Zhi, "I have military duties to attend to. Governor Yun, I will take my leave."

After saying that, he pulled Song Yan and Xiao Mufeng past each other.

Yun Zhi was also very frugal with his words: "General Wu, take care."

The two of them had served different masters in the past and had rarely met each other. They were both cold and sarcastic, so they didn't even exchange greetings. After a few simple words, they parted ways.

Xiao Mufeng touched his chin and looked at Yun Zhi, "He knows me."

Yun Zhi walked into the yard without looking away, "You are the son of a noble, he will naturally know."

"Hey, Brother Xiaoyun, wait for me." Xiao Mufeng took two quick steps to catch up, smiling and saying, "Why are you in such a hurry? What happened?"

Yun Zhi did not answer, but said calmly: "Your Highness has no time to follow me around, why not go to the capital and find a house that satisfies you?"

Xiao Mufeng exaggeratedly sighed, "To be honest with you, Brother Xiaoyun, all the wealth of my mansion has been donated to the prince. Where can I get the money to rent a house? You and I both serve the prince. I only hope that the governor will have mercy on me and let me stay for a few more days."

Yun Zhi sneered: "There is money to support those secret guards."

Xiao Mufeng paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "We are brothers, why would you ask for money?"

Yun Zhi stopped talking altogether.

Before he could find the prince, he ran into Marquis Dingbei who was about to return to his bedroom.

Liang Shenyu saw that it was Yun Zhi, so he stopped him and asked, "Are you here for the Qinchaying matter?"

Yun Zhi thought of the witch just now, and realized that Dingbei Hou had already known about it. He nodded and said, "This is a serious matter, and we should report it to the prince."

"The prince should be taking a nap." Liang Shenyu stopped him in the way and said politely, "I will tell him when he wakes up. He slept late last night, got up early today, and was busy in the kitchen until noon. Let him sleep a little longer."

Yun Zhi frowned and looked at him, "This is a serious matter."

Liang Shenyu was always polite and courteous, and smiled warmly, but he did not move a step, "I will tell the prince."

Yun Zhi was cautious and could not report it in person. He was somewhat hesitant in his heart, but in the end he just looked at Liang Shenyu deeply and said, "Sir, please help me. I will take my leave."

Xiao Mufeng seemed to be thinking about something, and only asked softly after they walked away, "Just leaving like that?"

"The prince believes him." Yun Zhi seemed to be sighing.

Xiao Mufeng nodded, and suddenly realized that something was wrong with the road. He had not been to the palace very often, and he was a little dizzy. "Isn't this the way back?"

"Who said we want to go back?" Yun Zhi said as a matter of course and walked briskly.

Go straight to the stove.

Usually the prince would leave food for him in the kitchen.

As expected, Rong Se also stayed this time.

So the two of them looked at each other in bewilderment as they faced the meal for one person.

Yun Zhi looked depressed. He took two pairs of chopsticks and handed one to Xiao Mufeng.

"Let's eat together."

"Thank you for your generosity, Governor." Xiao Mufeng was not polite and smiled brilliantly.

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A breeze blows through the hall, making the room cool.

Rong Se was lying on the couch, her black hair flowing in curls, her eyebrows and eyes calm and beautiful, like a painting in ink and color. Even without closing her eyes, she was still charming and lively.

The hairpin was placed beside the pillow. It was obvious that she was very tired. She fell on the couch, took off the hairpin and fell asleep.

Liang Shenyu wanted to reach out and touch his brow, but stopped abruptly as he was about to touch it, fearing to wake him up, and sighed softly.

"Why bother with those insignificant people and insignificant things?"

Liang Shenyu murmured in a low voice, frowning in confusion.

After a moment, he smiled silently again, and his eyes, looking at Rong Se, were tender and gentle, like a spring breeze.

"Forget it, just do as you like."

Liang Shenyu was about to withdraw his hand, but his fingertips felt a touch of warmth and someone pulled him back. He looked up.

Rong Se half-closed his eyes sleepily, clutching Liang Shenyu's fingertips for just a moment, then he grabbed his hand and pulled it to his chest, then curled up to the side, pressed that hand against his chest, and closed his eyes again.

Liang Shenyu followed his movements with interest, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Are you still not awake?

When Rong Se stopped moving, Liang Shenyu tentatively pulled his hand away.

As a result, the Regent held him down with even greater force and held him tightly.

Liang Shenyu's fingertips could touch Rong Se's heartbeat, warm and strong, unlike when he last saw his father and brother in Guzhuling, their bodies were cold and lifeless, as if they had merged into the red snow all over the mountains and into the ancient land of Dajin, without a trace.

And Rongse is alive.

Alive and well before him.

It is the only peace of mind he can grasp.

"It's my turn to catch you, Prince." Liang Shenyu whispered, "What are you worried about?"

No one answered.

Liang Shenyu looked at Rong Se's gentle sleeping face and thought of the ruthlessness of the Regent when he first took office. He felt it was inappropriate. After a long while, he asked softly, "Where are you from?"

Rong Se was still in a dream.

In my dream, I saw a desert of yellow sand and a blood-stained battlefield in the northern desert. The sounds of fighting and swords cutting into flesh were real and clear. There were flashes of swords and shadows everywhere, and someone could fall down at any time and never get up again.

The sounds of weapons, under the setting sun in the northern desert, were cruel and tragic.

Apart from weeds, there were only a kind of small white flowers on the barren land, clustered together into large groups, and the snow was splashed with bright blood.

Everything around was so real, until a figure in silver armor and a red cloak appeared in the field of vision. In an instant, that figure was the only clear and distinct figure between heaven and earth. He was sitting high on a horse, wearing a hunting cloak, holding a three-foot-long green sword, and the blade was covered with frost.

Like a cold peak that has stood at the border since ancient times.

In an instant, arrows rained down, landing on the ground with blazing flames. The wild grass was instantly ignited. The surroundings were filled with panicked shouts, miserable cries, and roars. In the chaos, the scene in front of the eyes was hazy as if covered by a veil.

There was only fire all over the mountains, engulfing everything. The young general with great vigor could no longer be seen, and the blood-stained white flowers on the ground were also engulfed.

Rong Se was extremely anxious, but he could only act like an outsider, unable to even shout. A hysterical but silent roar was suppressed in his throat.

So I woke up suddenly.

He sat up from the couch almost suddenly, sweating all over and still in shock.

"Prince?"

A familiar voice was right beside his ears. Rong Se raised his eyes hastily and met Liang Shenyu's slightly worried eyes. There was a breeze blowing, and his underwear was soaked with sweat, and the wind made him feel cold all over.

Completely awake.

Rong Se then realized that he was holding Liang Shenyu's hand tightly, his palms were full of cold sweat. The dream just now was vague but real. In the end, the sky was full of flames, which was more tragic than the sunset.

"My Lord."

The voice was low and gentle, carrying care and worry. Rong Se was embraced in a warm and familiar embrace, with warm lips pressed against his ears and the gentle voice wrapped around his neck.

"What's wrong with you?"

Feeling his warm body, Rong Se felt a little relieved. He rubbed his forehead tiredly. When he touched his cheek, his hands were unexpectedly wet.

He cried.

"It's okay... I just had a dream." Rong Se wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, but the uneasiness in his heart had not completely disappeared.

How could he have such a dream?

In the past, he would only recall the gloomy first half of his life, but after that he seldom dreamed of those bad memories. He hadn't had many dreams since he traveled to Dajin, and the only one about Liang Shenyu was the time when he was a young man stumbling in the snow.

What happened this time? He could remember every blade of grass and every tree clearly on such a realistic battlefield.

"Qiangzhou..." Rong Se opened his mouth and realized that his voice was hoarse, "Is there a kind of white flower? Very small, and there are many of them."

Liang Shenyu pondered.

For some unknown reason, Rong Se suddenly started to tremble slightly, tears fell from his eyes, he bit his lips tightly, and let out a sad sobbing sound, which made him at a loss.

"There are many wild flowers in the north of Qiangzhou. You are talking about the sweet alyssum, right?" Liang Shenyu patted Rong Se's back, soothing him a little clumsily. "What's wrong?"

It really exists.

Rong Se pursed her lips, fell into Liang Shenyu's arms, and said softly: "It's okay, just hug me."

Liang Shenyu hugged the man tightly as he was told.

Rong Se snuggled up to him tightly, still thinking about the dream.

Since it concerns Liang Shenyu, he has to think more.