"...yes."
Wu Yi shrugged and left.
He had followed the general for a long time. The general was very serious at the moment, but he swore on his own life that the general was very happy.
He could feel it.
Inside the room, Yan Qinghe steadied his hand holding the painting scroll.
His expression softened for the first time, and his eyes were filled with a complex and tender look.
He had made the decision never to return to the capital, never to see His Majesty again, and never to marry, but to remain stationed on this frontier.
Unexpectedly, I received a portrait.
Like a wisp of fire in the cold winter, a ray of light in the darkness.
Yan Qinghe felt as if he had suddenly come back to life.
Something inside me started beating again.
Two hours later, Yan Qinghe closed the portrait, then unfolded Murong Yue's letter, looking at it from left to right.
Even though it was late at night, I still called over an internal affairs officer.
"Two pounds of soybeans, soaked in water for two days..."
"Have the kitchen make it this way; I'll use it tomorrow."
The steward was a little puzzled after hearing this. "General, although the weather is cold now, the kitchen is warm. If these soybeans are soaked for two days, they might sprout."
Yan Qinghe replied without hesitation, "It's nothing."
Your Majesty is never wrong, and it doesn't matter if you are.
"Yes, General."
The official in charge of the internal affairs received this strange task, and he didn't know where the strange recipe came from.
After leaving the house, he had a conversation with the military doctor.
The two decided to prepare medicine for the general, just in case he got diarrhea.
Two days later, when Yan Qinghe returned from his afternoon inspection of the border defenses, Wu Yi had already prepared the meal.
Yan Qinghe always ate and drank with everyone, but sometimes he would not be back in time for meals, and the kitchen would save food for him or give him extra meals.
Tonight's dinner included two bowls of something a bit strange.
The dishes are a pale off-white color. One bowl is sprinkled with dried scallions, while the other is sprinkled with a layer of white sugar.
Wu Yi explained, "When the kitchen staff tasted the food themselves, they felt that both sweet and savory were acceptable, so they made both. Please try them."
Even the general's meals, if prepared separately, would be tested for poison separately.
Looking at Yan Qinghe, Wu Yi felt...pleasure for the first time with the Great General?
The general has been very happy these past two days, probably because he received a return gift from His Majesty.
Yan Qinghe waved his hand gently, and Wu Yi withdrew.
Now it's time to enjoy the delicious food...
Over the next two days, Yan Qinghe drank his diarrhea medicine while thinking about preparing a birthday gift for Murong Yue.
Murong Yue's birthday is in May, so her trusted confidants must set off at least by mid-April.
It's already February.
Yan Qinghe felt that time was running out, and he wrote his letter to His Majesty again and again, but he was never satisfied with it.
On the second day of the second lunar month, the dragon raises its head.
A spring breeze swept through the capital, and a gentle spring rain fell softly in the middle of the night.
Early in the morning, after the rain stopped, the sun actually came out.
Outside the capital, a large number of carriages and horses were already waiting.
We waited for His Majesty's imperial carriage to arrive before entering the hunting grounds.
Xiao Yuanshuang and Xiao Yuanche still came.
Murong Anle's reasoning was, "It's better to guide than to block. The spring hunt lasts three days. Instead of keeping them in the capital, it's better to take them to the hunting grounds to cause trouble."
"Could it be that Lord Qi is unable to guard against people?"
Qi Yuan didn't give Murong Anle a friendly look, but he still contacted the Ministry of War to strengthen defenses at the spring hunting grounds.
Xiao Yuanshuang wore a veil, a light purple brocade robe with cloud patterns, and a pure white fox fur cloak.
Standing in front of the carriage, it was quite dazzling.
Many noble families were seeing the third princess of Yue for the first time, and her figure and demeanor alone were enough to captivate them.
They had heard about it before, but at the time they only knew that the Third Princess might be going to the Qing Kingdom to discuss marriage.
Most people's attention was on the second prince, and they didn't pay any attention to the third princess.
But now, several young men from prominent families are considering whether or not to marry her.
As the saying goes, lust is a double-edged sword; some people not only started thinking about it, but also took action.
He wanted to strike up a conversation with the Third Princess.
Unfortunately, the area was surrounded by imperial guards, making it difficult to move around.
Xiao Yuanshuang glanced at the young noblemen who were being held back outside, then lowered her head shyly.
She was all too familiar with that look.
During this time, Li Xuanji made her lose confidence, and only at this time could she be sure that her charm had not diminished.
This Li Xuanji is no man at all.
Um?
etc?
Could Li Xuanji really not be a man?
At that moment, a bright yellow procession approached from afar.
Nine pure white horses pulled a small, cottage-like carriage, which slowly approached.
Beside him stood the Imperial Guards, dressed in bright yellow robes.
The sound of synchronized footsteps and the clashing of weapons mingled together, sending chills down one's spine.
Leading the way was Qi Yuan, fully armed. Tall and imposing, riding a heavy horse and clad in heavy armor, he exuded a menacing aura as he approached step by step.
On the other side was Li Xuanji, also riding a white horse.
Li Xuanji rarely changed out of his blue and white robes, but instead put on a dark red robe, which, along with his half-black and half-white hair, complemented his appearance.
His expression was ethereal and aloof.
He looks more like a celestial being from another world.
The noisy discussions at the scene instantly subsided, and then everyone knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Murong Yue's imperial carriage.
Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor! Long live the Emperor!
The sound lingered in the countryside.
The people who were isolated outside also knelt down and shouted "Long live the Emperor!"
When the ambassadors and Han Qi, the military commander of Yue, realized what was happening, they also knelt down.
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