Chapter 434 The Wind Rises
Jiang Zifeng stroked his forehead.
"Mother, what are you talking about? This is something I brought for the princess."
Lu Qingyao looked at her son with satisfaction, he finally got it.
Open the bundle and take a look.
His brows were twitching.
Two pieces of wood that looked neither like humans nor like wood were placed on top so unscrupulously.
"Is this what you gave to the princess?"
Jiang Zifeng chuckled foolishly: "How could that be, mother? This is for Yandi and Miaomiao. I carved it myself... Will my sister like it?"
Lu Qingyao: "...This is for your brother. Let him carve it for you."
This kid has learned to play tricks.
I knew his brother would not be able to bear it and would help him.
Jiang Zifeng chuckled, "Mother really understands me. I've carved several, and these two are the best. But the facial features haven't been carved yet, so I need my brother Yan to help me finish them. I just don't know if my sister likes them."
"It's okay if you don't like dolls. I even prepared some delicious food for her, Cangzhou specialties, and lots of beautiful beads...
He said a lot of things in a flash.
"Didn't you say you prepared a gift for the princess? Where is it?"
"Mother, please look for it again."
Lu Qingyao rummaged through the books again and pulled out another bottle of wine: "Did you brew this yourself?"
Jiang Zifeng nodded. "I remember the princess loved to drink fruit wine. The wine from the north tastes great, so I asked someone to teach me how to make it. I brewed quite a bit and put it in the carriage. This is for you, mother, to taste."
Lu Qingyao and Xiuxiu looked at each other and smiled.
Fortunately, fortunately, I finally got it.
Although Princess Rong'an may not like to drink, she loves to collect the wine brewed by Feng'er.
If the taste is really bad, I can only change it secretly.
However, after traveling thousands of miles, only bringing back some wine seems a little lacking in sincerity.
If we talk about caring, Feng'er must be caring too.
But you can’t always give wine as a gift to a daughter-in-law who hasn’t married yet.
She looked at her son and said, "Feng'er, it's right to cater to her preferences, but the princess is not a drunkard. You can't always send her wine and not think of sending something else. If that doesn't work... just ask Liu Lang."
She originally wanted to let her son pick out some jewelry that girls would like.
But she was really worried about her son's taste in jewelry.
After all, Cui Liulang is the princess's cousin, so he must know the princess's preferences.
Jiang Zifeng nodded vigorously: "Mother is right, I will ask Liu Lang when I get back..."
"Don't choose those flashy ones. The princess likes simple and elegant ones."
"knew."
Jiang Zifeng followed A'niang's gaze and looked back: "A'niang, what are you looking at behind me?"
Lu Qingyao said she didn't want to see him, but she still wanted to say goodbye to Mu Yunji.
Some regrets cannot be made up for.
But it is better to say take care face to face than to leave with regrets.
"Where's your adoptive father?"
Jiang Zifeng shook his head: "I haven't seen him since I came back from the border. If you have anything to say to him, I'll tell him for you."
"Then...then please tell him to take care of himself for me. You should also take good care of yourself. I've already measured your clothes and will make you wedding clothes when I get home. Heal your wounds quickly. The princess is waiting for you."
Jiang Zifeng was a little embarrassed: "I understand, mother. My adoptive father said that I will be able to return to the capital soon. Please help me explain to the princess about Liu Qingqing's matter."
In fact, it was also written in his family's letter.
He wanted the princess to know the truth from the beginning, rather than hearing it from others.
He absolutely did not do anything wrong to the princess.
I hid from Liu Qingqing for quite some time.
It was mainly because of the complicated relationship that he didn't know how to deal with.
I don't like it, but I don't want to be forced to accept it.
So he could only escape.
Fortunately, fortunately it was just a misunderstanding.
"Well, mother will help you explain. Go back, it's going to rain..."
The rosy glow in the sky had long since dissipated.
The red clouds turned into dark clouds, and the wind began to surge.
The weather today is bad.
But it couldn't stop the carriages heading south.
After Lu Qingyao gave her son instructions, she left with the caravan.
The caravan was a real caravan, but the servants, porters and guards in the caravan were not real.
They are an elite force of 3,000 men.
These were the reinforcements that Lu Qingyao brought back for King Jing, and they could defeat a hundred enemies at once.
Just in case of emergency.
The carriage drove out of the city for a long distance before Lu Qingyao lifted the curtain and stuck her head out.
I saw a familiar figure on horseback in front of me.
She was stunned for a moment, then called Xiuxiu: "The storm is coming, let's find a place to hide and avoid getting wet..."
Xiuxiu looked up at the sky.
The dark clouds look like they are about to disperse. Doesn't it look like it's going to rain?
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Capital city.
The Chinese New Year has just passed, and the warmth of the festival has not yet dissipated.
The streets are still bustling.
In addition, good news came back from the border.
The entire capital city was immersed in joy, and they celebrated the New Year again after a previous bad one.
In the minds of the people, the Chinese New Year is truly over only after celebrating the Lantern Festival and watching the Lantern Festival.
After the victory, everyone in the capital was very happy.
But there are always exceptions.
When Prince Chen heard the news, he could no longer sit still.
what does that mean?
It means that the fall of Cangzhou was false, and it means that Mu Yunji and his army are coming back.
It means that his wishful thinking has failed.
No, we can't just sit there and wait for death. We can't wait any longer.
King Jing and the Crown Prince must be eliminated as soon as possible.
The day before the Lantern Festival.
Someone came from the Lu Mansion to take Miaomiao and Jiang Ziyan back to the Lu family.
They said their grandfather had returned.
Years ago, my grandfather asked the emperor for permission to retire from the army.
Although the emperor was unwilling, he had no choice. Whether it was due to pressure from public opinion or a change of heart, he could not allow a lame general to continue to go to the battlefield.
When my grandfather came back, he went to see the emperor first.
When the emperor received the good news, his mood improved and his illness actually got much better.
It was like a last ray of light, with a rosy complexion.
I can actually walk again.
General Lu was summoned immediately. I heard that he had a knife wound in his foot and was having difficulty walking.
He was also given a sedan chair.
When they met, both of them were shocked.
The emperor stared intently at the old man who was walking towards him with a cane and a staggering gait.
His hair and beard are all white.
His face was full of traces of time and there was a very obvious scar.
A bit scary.
He is completely different from the heroic General Lu of that year.
If the eunuch beside him had not reminded him, the emperor would not have recognized him at all.
He quickly offered him a seat: "Lord Lu, it's been so long since we last met. How come you've aged so much?"
General Lu cursed inwardly for a few words, then smiled and said, "Your Majesty, I haven't seen you for eight years, two months, and thirteen days."
He looked at the emperor, also a little surprised.
The emperor is also old and not much better than him.
Although he has a rosy complexion, he is so thin that he is just skin and bones. I heard that he is taking elixirs.
Doctor Jun said that that thing can directly burn a healthy person like you dry and drain your blood.
Until the oil runs out and the lamp goes out.
The corners of Emperor Xuan's mouth twitched.
Why do you remember it so clearly?
I just want to ask him for a reward.
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