Chapter 49 Chapter Six Thirteen Princes

After eight years, she finally came back here again. The winter day was high, and the snow field was flat. Chu Qiao sat on the horseback straight, looking at the snow field with flags and banners in front of her, and the colorful memories poured down like a flood that opened the gate. Eight years ago, it was on this snowy field that she opened her first eyes to the Simon Continent, and the monstrous bloody and disgusting killings swept across the sky, and she ran in the empty wilderness with her ragged clothes and bare feet There is nowhere to run.But today, time flies by and gallops away, but she is sitting on the horseback, facing the group of trembling children in the opposite cage, the bow in her hand is almost broken.

"Achu." Yan Xun stepped forward, turned his head to look, and frowned slightly: "What's wrong with you?" "It's fine." Chu Qiao shook her head, "I'm fine." There was a rumbling sound of the drum. Despite the cold weather, the man on the high platform in the distance was still beating the war drum with bare arms. Sweating profusely, with a red scarf wrapped around his head, he yelled loudly while beating drums.The servants of Mu He's family shouted in unison. Everyone was wearing high-grade soft armor made of sea sand and green leather, and a belt inlaid with gold around their waists. A group of people stood together. , It is inevitable that some nouveau riche are vulgar.

"The Muhe family is indeed the number one family of the Presbyterian Church. Hai Shaqing can serve as armor for the servants. It really is a high position, powerful and rich." Chu Qiao looked sideways, and saw under the cover of flags and flags, in a dark purple fur tent, sitting a young man with a handsome face and slender eyes. He was eighteen or nineteen years old, his face was as white as jade, and his lips were as red as blood. , wearing a windbreaker made of Nanhuang Yu Zhuo Ling, with a snow-carved collar, making her look even more graceful. This person is also Chu Qiao's old acquaintance, and he also pointed the arrow at himself in this land in this season.

Prince Jing Xiao took a sip of tea, leaned over with a smile, and said to the young son of Prince Ling, "Zhongyan, Prince Ling is considered a rich man, I wonder if you have equipped a personal guard with Hai Shaqing? " Zhao Zhongyan was in his early twenties, and he was considered good-looking. Hearing this, he chuckled and said calmly, "How can we, a small fan on the edge of Lingxi, have such a big hand? Jing Han, you must be laughing at me." "What's so great about Hai Shaqing, I'll use Bi Luosha to equip a guard, that's a big deal." Prince Jing Xiao and the youngest son of King Ling laughed when they heard the words, Le Yi, the eldest son of General Le Xing, put his hand on the shoulder of the young man who was talking, and said with a laugh: "Your Highness Thirteenth, if you really use Bi Luosha to equip a guard, then you can Even Prince Bian Tang will bow down to you."

Zhao Song raised his eyebrows and was about to speak when he caught sight of a delicate and thin figure behind the heavy guard banners out of the corner of his eye. Come back and argue with you." "Ha, you're here too!" Pushing away the many figures, the boy grabbed the girl's hand and shouted with excitement in his eyes. Standing behind Chu Qiao, Yan Xun narrowed his eyes slightly, but nodded lightly in an instant, "Your Highness Thirteen." "Senior Yan, I haven't seen you for a while, what did you do?" Yan Xun smiled and nodded, "I'm just an idler, wandering around Yingge Yuan all day long, and don't have anything serious to do."

"Hey, you are so modest." Zhao Song laughed, showing his white teeth: "A few days ago, Mr. Fu used your poems as a model for us to read, hey, you said you used such uncommon words, I read it for a long time, but I didn't understand it, and I was fined to copy it two hundred times, and Xiao Dezi is still writing it for me in the palace." "Oh? Has the Thirteenth Highness not graduated from the Imperial College yet?" "There are still three months," Zhao Song said while looking at Chu Qiao, he said with a chuckle, "In three months, I will be eighteen, and I can open the Yajian Mansion and marry the princess."

"Really," Yan Xun said, "Then congratulations to His Highness Thirteen." "No need, just prepare a big gift when the time comes." Zhao Song said with a smile, then pulled Chu Qiao's sleeve: "Your Majesty Yan, can I borrow someone from you for a while?" Yan Xun looked sideways at Chu Qiao, seeing that Chu Qiao didn't object, he nodded with a light smile. "Haha, Prince Yan, thank you so much! Ah Chu, come with me!" The figures of the two disappeared in the crowd after a few moments. Yan Xun was dressed in long black fur, with black hair and eyes like the sea. He gradually lost his warmth and looked into the distance.

"Ah Chu, look, what is this?" Chu Qiao picked up the golden box that Zhao Song had carefully protected, and when she opened it, she found that there were long wooden sticks with red powder on the top, which looked strangely familiar. "Matches?" The girl frowned slightly: "Is it used to light the fire?" "Ah! Ah Chu, you are so powerful!" Zhao Song was speechless and gave a thumbs up: "How do you know everything? This is the tribute from the Frangosa people from the western sea to the emperor. This is the first time I have seen it. , look, it’s just a stroke and it ignites, isn’t it amazing.”

Chu Qiao smiled lightly and nodded, stretched out her hand and flicked Zhao Song's forehead, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's amazing, you'd better put away such a magical thing." "Ah Chu!" Zhao Song covered his head and shouted depressedly, "I told you not to flick my head." Chu Qiao shrugged, "If you don't play, you don't play." "Ah Chu," Zhao Song walked around in front of Chu Qiao, and said seriously, "I have business to look for you, how could you follow Yan Xun to hunt in the field today? Do you know that Zhuge Yue is back, if you let him Seeing you, isn't disaster imminent?"

Chu Qiao's heart warmed, she patted Zhao Song's shoulder, and said, "Don't worry, I have my own solution." "Hey," Zhao Song sighed, "Anyway, you can always find a way, so I don't have to worry about it anymore." "No," Chu Qiao said with a smile: "You let me know that you are worried about me, even if you still treat me as a friend, I am very grateful to you." "Do you appreciate it?" Zhao Song suddenly became interested, and smiled and put his head together: "Then you don't go back to Yanbei with Yan Xun, and stay with me?"

"No," Chu Qiao vetoed, "Everything else is fine, but this is not enough." Zhao Song sighed immediately, drooping his shoulders, with an expression that I knew would be like this. Counting it, they have known each other for six or seven years.After entering the palace with Yan Xun.Everyone regarded her as Yan Xun's maid guard, no one ever doubted her identity, or investigated the origin of this young child.All the insiders around Yan Xun had died, and the servants of Zhuge's family had no chance to enter the palace to see her, but Zhuge Yue, the only one who knew everything, kept his mouth shut for some reason, and left the real estate a month after the incident. Huang, went to Wolong Mountain to recuperate, and never came back. Although each of these Celestial nobles had seen her in the original hunting ground.But these guys with eyes above the top, how could they take a second look at a disheveled little slave.Even Wei Shuyou, who had a deep hatred with her, just regarded her as Yan Xun's servant, and he came to Yan Xun several times to seek revenge, without any extraneous problems. However, such peaceful days changed after meeting Zhao Song.The little prince, who only had a relationship on both sides, recognized at a glance the little maid of Zhuge Mansion who had repeatedly teased him, but he was very kind and didn't say anything. When the royal family and nobles collectively fell into trouble, he secretly helped Yan and Chu, Help them tide over difficulties again and again. Seriously speaking, he can be regarded as the only friend of the two in the imperial capital. It's a pity that Zhao Zhengde is his father, and he is the prince of Daxia. Regarding this point, Yan Xun may never be able to let go of it.