Wen Zhizhi: "You have something to eat first."

A few warm eyes glanced at her and nodded.

Sitting down to eat with Wen Zhi, but I was warm and absent-mindedly thinking about the things in southern Xinjiang. When she didn’t eat much, she put down the tableware and said, “It’s going to take dozens of days from Lishui City to Beicheng, and wait for the reinforcements. It’s another dozen days. Can South Xinjiang last until then?”

Wen Zhi sighed a sigh: "The number is warm, you don't be confused, they must be rushing away, naturally it is much faster than when we came, and maybe a few days before the court got the news. This will send the reinforcements to come over."

The number of warmth hangs down: "I hope it is..."

"Are you worried about him?" Wen Zhi asked her as she asked.

A few warm eyes stagnate, slowly nodded, sucking the nose: "He is the best person for me after I went to the North."

Wen Zhiru understands that she originally thought that people who would really like Qian Qianmo would not be suitable for people who are warm, no matter how old they are, but she would probably understand if she said this. The number of warmth is dependent on Qianmo, probably because after the death of the country, Qian Qianmo became her only shelter, and the warmth will depend on the gentleness of this man.

The snow outside was getting bigger, and the warmth looked at the screaming snow outside the window, and my heart was evenly smashed into pieces.

She stayed in the yard for one night, and couldn't help but go out and ask the news the next morning. She could ask a circle in the city, but nothing was gained. The southern Xinjiang was still in the chaos, and there was still no news of thousands of inks.

A few warmers walked back and thought about the picture of holding her kiss before Qian Qian Mo, and remembered the words he said. For a moment, his nose was sour, he did not dare to enter the yard, and he sat down on the stone steps outside the hospital. Holding his knees, burying his head down, using his knees to lick the nose that was frozen and red.

Just like when Achi had an accident, she still didn't know what to do.

-

When Beicheng received news from the southern side of the country, it was after two days that the news that the emperor had received was that the king’s intention was to counter the rebellion. He had already cooperated with the southern dynasty and intended to break through the southern Xinjiang.

"Let his ancestors eight generations of shit! Laozi’s own brother, what kind of virtue, I don’t know? The situation in southern Xinjiang is not very clear. They must have been in trouble!” Ning Cheng is far from angry, a big one. It has long been a fire in the military camp.

This time, it was the southern Xinjiang that Qian Qianmo and Su Huang and Ji Xi left together. With their strength, it is impossible to easily break the city by the Southern Dynasties. The only possibility is that they want to rebel against the southern Xinjiang. The few generals... If they and the Southern Dynasties should be outside, the squadrons who had rushed to support would be invited to join the army.

He insisted on wrinkling and said: "No matter what the truth is, you must go to southern Xinjiang immediately after sending troops!"

Ning Chengyuan is about to say something. He heard that someone outside the camp did not care about blocking it. The person who came in was Shibuya. When he saw the shackles, he ran quickly. "Five uncles, not good, I am today. Into the palace to accompany the emperor grandmother, I ... I overheard the emperor uncle to decree the imprisonment palace, Sufu, Jifu, the emperor uncle does not believe in the four uncles..."

I don’t know what to say.

Ning Chengyuan was directly bombarded. "What does this mean for the emperor? Does he even believe in his own brothers?"