After a few light rains, the flowers and trees in the court grew more and more vigorous, and in a blink of an eye it was the day when the Prime Minister's Mansion held a spring banquet.

Li Zhongqian's expedition was just around the corner, and Li Yaoying was busy packing up for him, but did not go to the banquet.

In the prime minister's mansion, burning incense and hanging curtains, guests and friends greeted the door.

The little ladies of every family were surrounded by green beads and dressed in fresh clothes. They heard that the seventh princesses were not coming, and their faces were full of regrets, but they secretly breathed a sigh of relief: Qi Gong is mainly here, who still wants to see them?

Li Zhongqian remembered that he promised Yaoying to go to Qujiang for horse racing with her. After finishing the military affairs, the brother and sister brought only a few entourages, white dragon fish suits, and ran a few laps to Qujiang on horseback.

The day before the expedition, Li Zhongqian entered the palace to visit Concubine Xie.

Concubine Xie sat in front of the railing and watched the court ladies play on the swings.

The grass surrounds the stairs, the sun is warm, she doesn't wear pink or daisy, and she is dressed in plain clothes, smiling and talking to the maids around her, with a serene face.

Li Zhongqian came closer.

I just heard Concubine Xie beckoning to a small servant: "Erlang, your hair is messed up, come here, A-niang will comb your hair."

The little waiter smiled and responded. When he walked down the corridor, he hit the gloomy Li Zhongqian head-on, his face turned pale, and he stepped back and knelt on the ground.

"The king, forgive me!"

The little servant dared not look up, shivering.

Concubine Xie often confessed to the wrong person, always treating the maid Awei as the seventh princess, and the little servant as the second prince when she was a teenager. If they did not respond, Concubine Xie would panic and fear.

Later, Fengyu asked the little servant and Awei to follow the concubine Xie, pretending to be the young prince and princess, and the seventh princess also made them feel relieved, saying that they would not blame them, so he dared to answer the name of the concubine Xie with a humble body. The sound "Erlang".

Li Zhongqian said nothing.

Concubine Xie waited for a while, but didn't see the little waiter, she looked over, with doubts on her face.

Li Zhongqian and his mother looked at each other for a moment.

Concubine Xie looked blank.

Li Zhongqian retracted his gaze and said indifferently: "It's okay, the concubine is calling you, go."

The little servant took a long breath, got up, and trot.

Concubine Xie smiled and called him: "Erlang, go slowly, don't fall."

Li Zhongqian stood in the corner for a while, then turned and left.

Awei sent him out of the palace gate, seeing him look cold, couldn't help but explain: "My lord, don't blame your royal concubine..."

Li Zhongqian interrupted her calmly: "I don't blame Aniang."

He understood that this would be the case when A-niang was sick.

The guards waited outside the palace gate with the mount, Li Zhongqian took the reins, and his figure suddenly stopped.

"I asked you one thing, and you answered honestly without any concealment."

His tone was cold and majestic.

A Wei hurriedly said respectfully: "The king just asks, the slave dare not hide it."

Li Zhongqian asked: "Has Qiniang vomited blood like last year in the past few months?"

Awei was startled, thinking for a while, and shook her head.

"My lord, the princess has been taking Ninglu Pills and has never vomited blood."

Li Yaoying has been weak and sick since she was a child. Even though she has gotten better in the past two years, she has never stopped taking her medicine. The medicine is a pill made from dozens of rare medicinal materials, called Ninglu Wan.

Li Zhongqian didn't speak, his expression relaxed a little.

Last year, Li Yaoying suddenly convulsed and vomited blood, her life was hanging by a thread, and Feng Yu was helpless.

Li Zhongqian felt that his sister's illness was weird and guarded her for several days.

Yaoying didn't care, saying that she had only eaten raw fish meat, and her stomach was upset.

Li Zhongqian saw her in pain when he vomited blood, of course he didn't believe it.

Ask Feng Yu, Feng Yu couldn't tell why.

Later, Yaoying recovered quickly, her whole body was refreshed, and she didn't feel like she had been seriously ill.

Li Zhongqian had to put his doubts in his heart.

He saddled on his horse, and sighed slightly in the darkening twilight.

No matter what Yaoying is hiding from him, as long as she is okay.

Half an hour later, Li Zhongqian returned to the palace.

The front yard was crowded with people, laughed loudly, and the front hall was crowded with people.

Chang Shi led Li Zhongqian around the front yard and smiled and said, "My lord, the front yard is giving out rewards."

The corner of Li Zhongqian's mouth hooked: "Qiniang ordered it?"

Chang Shi nodded, and should be, every time the second prince set off or triumphantly, the seventh princess would order the steward to give rewards to the servants inside and outside the mansion.

The front yard was full of voices, and the inner yard was also a busy scene. The corridors were full of open cages. The maidservant came in and out holding a tray with boxes, and the sound of footsteps was mixed.

Yaoying stood in front of the door and directed the maid.

The splendid sunset was sifted through by the blooming branches of the tree, and lightly caged her.

Huaying lingered, she stood in front of the steps, slender, with curly lips and teeth. When she looked back, she saw Li Zhongqian approaching, with slightly curved eyebrows.

Born to have a pair of glamorous eyes half-seasoned with autumn water, thick eyelashes flicker, and spring ripples in his eyes.

"Brother."

She called him softly, smiling brightly.

As if taken from her glamorous complexion, the flowers in the garden trembled slightly in the dusky wind.

Li Zhongqian grinned at the corner of his mouth and raised his hand to brush off an apricot flower that fell on Yaoying's green temple.

He grew up guarding his petting sister.

Yaoying pushed Li Zhongqian into the house: "You will leave for the expedition tomorrow. You go to bed earlier tonight. No matter who posts the post, you are not allowed to go out for drinks!"

He was drunk when he went out for an expedition, and the officials who saw him off were all eye-catching.

Li Zhongqian raised his thick eyebrows lightly, and said in a long voice: "I see, housekeeper!"

Yaoying glared at him angrily.

She took care of everything, checked her bags, and stayed busy until the night before falling asleep.

I don't know if it was because of the heavy thinking in the past two days, Yaoying slept very restlessly.

She had a dream.

In the dream of heavy rain, she was buried under a corpse, breathless and unable to turn over.

There were dead people everywhere. She was soaked in the rain that was stained red with blood, and she was cold all over.

"Little Seven! Little Seven!"

A voice called her name anxiously.

The eleven-year-old boy, with a clear and crisp voice, tremblingly shouted over and over again: "Little Qi!"

In the pouring rain, he shouted so that his throat became hoarse, and he knelt straight in front of the dead pile, his hands were fleshy, and he turned one by one to identify the rotting corpses.

"Don't be afraid..."

"Brother is here..."

"Little Qi, don't be afraid..."

Yaoying wanted to call him, but her throat choked and she couldn't make a sound.

The long rainy night passed, and the rain still didn't stop, and the boy was still looking for it persistently.

I don't know how long it took, the body of the guard who was pressing on Yaoying was removed, and bright light poured down.

Eleven-year-old Li Zhongqian knelt in front of her with red eyes.

Yaoying looked at his face and couldn't restrain her fear anymore, tears fell: "Brother...I'm afraid..."

Li Zhongqian's lips trembled a few times, and his body trembled, hugging her tightly.

"Little Qi, don't be afraid, Brother A is here to pick you up."

Yaoying clenched his shirt tightly and cried.

The next moment, when the eleven-year-old boy went away, Yaoying found herself standing in a barren of sand.

The wind roared past my ears, the sky was vast, and the sky was full of yellow sand.

A light black steed leaped down the hill like an arrow from the string. The young man on the horse's back was strong and tall, with sword eyebrows and phoenix eyes, a dazzling golden armor, and his helmet gleaming in the scorching sun.

The war drums rumbling, and a group of cavalry wearing profound armor suddenly rushed out of the dark, like a big net, and rushed towards him.

The young man laughed, his phoenix eyes surging with bloodthirsty cold light, and he waved a pair of golden urn hammers, and charged forward without fear, his snow-white cloak flying.

Yaoying stumbled and ran towards him.

"Brother!"

She yelled at him desperately, her voice hurting like a knife, "Brother! Look back! That's a trap!"

Li Zhongqian couldn't hear anything, so he moved on with his sledgehammer.

The gloomy whoosh pierced the air, feather arrows roared like a rain of locusts, and half of the sky was filled with dense black spots.

The gleaming arrows penetrated his breastplate, one after another, all over his body.

He was lifted off the horse by a dozen long guns, rolled, and stood up again, standing in front of the slope, his flesh and blood hands raised the double hammers again.

Yaoying pushed him, beat him, and cried and scolded him.

Li Zhongqian stood there motionless, covered in blood, his robes torn apart, and the light in Feng's eyes slowly dimmed.

The hovering vulture swooped down, the dark brown sharp beak biting his body.

Yaoying rushed forward, driving away the vultures like crazy.

"Let go of my brother! Let go of him!"

The vulture flapped its wings and pecked Yaoying fiercely. She was hurt all over her body. She hugged Li Zhongqian tightly with scars.

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"Brother!"

Yaoying woke up from her dream, wiped the corners of her eyes, her fingertips were wet.

She had a nightmare again.

With the candle in one hand, the maid opened the veil and took a photo of her face.

"Your lord, are you dying?"

Yaoying was in a cold sweat, her clothes clinging to her skin coldly, humming absent-mindedly, her hands still shaking.

She often had this dream, but no nightmare was clearer than this one, as if it had happened.

The moonlight filled the Xuan window, and the quiet water outside the window was so quiet.

Yaoying fumbled to find the jade box by the pillow, opened the lid, and the bright moon beads with the size of pigeon eggs exuded a soft and clear brilliance.

She held the Mingyue Pearl, remembering what she had seen in her dream, and her heart was upset, so she simply got up and walked out of the yard to the north house where Li Zhongqian lived.

Li Zhongqian was conceited in martial arts, and his guards were rushed to the outer courtyard to take care of him. Only two errands were left in the North House.

Yaoying walked in all the way, but the guards did not dare to stop her.

The two child servants were sitting back to back and dozing off. When they saw her coming, they stayed for a while, thinking it was a fairy dreaming. After a while, they suddenly became sober.

Yaoying made a booing gesture towards them, and walked inward, standing outside the screen, opening the tent and looking inside.

She didn't want to wake Li Zhongqian, just look at him and make sure he is alive.

The bed was empty.

Yaoying stayed for a while.

A low smile suddenly sounded in his ears: "The black lamp is blind, what is Xiao Qi looking at?"

Yaoying screamed in shock, and subconsciously smashed the thing she was holding in her hand.

As soon as she let go, she reacted and flew forward, suddenly slipping under her feet, and she lost her center of gravity and dropped her head toward the screen.

"Beware!"

Li Zhongqian was also taken aback, and grabbed Yaoying's waist and helped her stand firmly.

With a bang, Mingyuezhu fell to the ground.

Yaoying felt distressed for a while, bent over to pick it up, and just took a step, her ankle tingled extremely.

When I just pounced on it, it seemed to have my foot slapped.

She hissed with pain and breathed in.

Li Zhongqian frowned slightly, and raised his voice to call the boy servant to enter the house and light the lamp, pick up Yaoying and send it to the bed in the east house.

As soon as Yaoying entered the yard, he heard movement. He happened to be not sleepy, so he got up and waited for her to come over.

There was no light in the room, and she didn't see him standing in the dark, so she opened the tent and looked inside.

On a whim, he deliberately frightened her out loud.

How could you think of scaring her like this?

Yaoying looked straight at the glimmer in the corner: "Wait, pick up the moon pearl first, don't break it."

Li Zhongqian frowned, and his voice was low: "Let's see if you are still on it."

Yaoying leaned on the couch, tried to twist her right foot, breathed a sigh of relief, and said: "It's okay, just twist it, it will be fine in a while."

Li Zhongqian did not speak, took off the socks on her feet, took the lamp handed by the child servant, and carefully checked.

Confirming that her right foot was indeed sprained and there was no internal injury, he helped her put on the socks, got up and walked to the front of the screen, picked up the moon pearl, and delivered it to her hand.

"It's not a rare baby. If you fall, you will fall. I will find you a better one."

Li Zhongqian's tone was severe.

The screen in his room was a large floor-to-ceiling screen inlaid with mica stone. If she had really fallen off just now, she would definitely be bloodied. That's not a joke!

Yaoying was holding the moon pearl, blowing it up and down, and said with a smile: "Brother, I like this one."

He didn't mention anything that scared her because of his mischief. She was delicate and well-behaved.

Li Zhongqian sighed helplessly. Seeing that Yaoying was covered with cold sweat on her forehead, she asked softly: "Did you have a nightmare again?"

Thinking of those dreams, Yaoying's heart tightened, nodded, raised her face, and looked at Li Zhongqian with unblinking eyes.

His expression was tense, as if he was afraid he would be gone in the blink of an eye.

Li Zhongqian didn't ask much, and gently said: "It's okay, those are all dreams."

Yaoying's eyes drooped with a hmm.

She has said the words too many times, so there is no need to repeat them.

Li Zhongqian sighed, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Xiao Qi, brother promises you that he must come back alive. If brother is defeated, he will surrender the opponent. No matter how they humiliate me, it doesn't matter if I kneel and kowtow in front of the battle. Brother will definitely come back alive."

Yaoying raised her face, her eyes widened, and she looked at Li Zhongqian in disbelief.

As Li Jiaerlang, his grandfather's family is also the famous Xie family, how proud Li Zhongqian can say such heroic shortness?

In the book, he was surrounded by cavalry, and he fought to the last moment without showing any fear. He swallowed his last breath after killing several cavalry.

Brother must be afraid that she would be worried, so he said this to coax her to play.

Yaoying's heart swelled sourly, her eye circles were reddish.

Li Zhongqian raised his hand to scratch the tip of her nose, and said with a smile: "Brother speaks and counts."

Yaoying always thinks that he still has the strength of a family, and thinks that he is upright and upright, fighting for the country, and would rather die than surrender.

He didn't dare to let Yaoying know, in fact, he had changed a long time ago.

What does the Li family do with him?

What did Wei Dawei do with him?

What does the life and death of the people have to do with him?

What kind of people in the world, troubled times, a hundred-year plan, internal and external troubles... he doesn't care about it all his mother!

He only needs Xiaoqi to go well.

The moonlight is like water, and a place is clear before the screen.

Li Zhongqian picked Yaoying on his back and escorted her back to the room.

Yaoying talked to him for a while, calmed down, and lay on his back honestly, wrapped his arms around his neck, and said, "Brother, I'm waiting for you to come back."

Li Zhongqian smiled and responded.

"It's the end of summer when you come back." Yaoying calculated the time, "I want to go hunting in Xiyuan."

Li Zhongqian smiled and said, "Okay."

"Dongdu has a dragon boat race every year, and we take A-niang to Dongdu to stay for a few days."

"good."

No matter what Yaoying asked, Li Zhongqian agreed.

Her voice became increasingly blurred.

Li Zhongqian looked back and found that Yaoying was asleep lying on his back, her bright face was on his shoulder, her right hand clenched a fist, and she did not forget to hold the moon pearl tightly in her sleep.

He smiled.

She is so busy these days, she must be exhausted.

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In the morning of the next day, Yaoying sent Li Zhongqian out.

She stood on the city wall without a drapery hat, holding on to the arrows, watching the army go south.

Li Zhongqian was riding a horse, turned around and waved a pair of golden hammers in her direction.

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Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmine: A Mei, Bai Zhou Meng Zhou, Nine Heavenly Girl

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Jian Mu Xin'an, An Ya Mei, a watermelon cook, Qing Yao