don't fight the general

Chapter 42

Long before he arrived in the northwest, Yan Jing had heard people mention that the summer in Yunzhou was hot and unbearable, but at that time he wanted to leave the capital, but he didn't take it to heart, and now he finally experienced it personally.

In fact, he already hated summer. He hated the feeling of sweating and stickiness even if he didn't move. In previous years, when summer came, he almost didn't even bother to take a step out of the house. Now the summer in Yunzhou It's even worse.The sun is scorching the earth above the head all day long, draining the last trace of water in the human body, making people more lazy and tired.It is even more forbidden to go outside, so Yan Jing can only lie on the soft couch by the window in the study, quietly waiting for a breeze that occasionally blows on her body.

Yan Jing has been lying like this for most of the day, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. He was bored, so he started to count with his fingers - was it ten or 20 days ago that he and Cui Wei met last time?

Even he himself didn't know, when exactly did he start acquiescing to the friendship with Xuan Pinghou?Perhaps it started when he personally ended the grievances between the two in the small village that day, or that young man in the garrison camp that day dragged him to the school grounds without hesitation, or that young man happily took two horses with him that day. The horse ran to the palace.

The two of them never mentioned the past, or he just didn't want to mention it. Cui Wei's disposition has long since left those things behind.Anyway, I don't know when they started, and the two of them gradually became friends.Cui Wei would visit the palace without saying hello when he was free on a certain day, and he would occasionally send someone to the garrison camp to quietly deliver some food to Hou Xuanping.

They all tacitly didn't ask the reason, as if all of this was a matter of course, Cui Wei should come to the palace to look for him when he was free, and he should always miss the boy from time to time.

Because he didn't ask, Yan Jing didn't dare to confirm what Cui Wei was thinking in his heart, but he thought that Cui Wei's happiness when he saw him should be real, so that should be enough.As for what I'm thinking... I just need to be clear.

Originally, Yan Jing thought that such a day was not bad, but suddenly there was a little more turbulence in his life, which was as ordinary as water. He couldn't help but look forward to it every morning. The weather is good today, can Xuan Pinghou have a little free time?But it doesn't feel so good when expectations are always followed by disappointments.

Originally, Cui Wei would come here every few days, but recently, Cui Wei has become more and more busy, and he has less and less time to spare.The reason is also clear to Yan Jing. Some time ago, they quietly let go of the Beiliang princess, and the situation in the Beiliang court became more and more tense. Up and down began to be on full alert and devoted themselves to preparing for the battle. Of course, Cui Wei, the coach, would not find much free time.

Yan Jing understands the truth, but there is still a little disappointment that she doesn't want to admit.

He looked out through the open window, but there was still no cloud in the sky, only the sun was tirelessly shining in the sky.Judging from this sign, it will probably not be possible to wait for the rain that Yan Jing wants for a while.

Yan Jing looked at the window for a while, couldn't help sighing, lay back on the couch, and closed her eyes slightly.

Subtle footsteps came and went all the way into the room. Yan Jing raised her eyelids and glanced at Yin Ping who was hesitating by the screen: "What's the matter?"

Yin Ping originally thought that Yan Jing had fallen asleep, and was wondering whether to wake her up. He was startled when he heard the sudden voice, and then he remembered and replied: "Your Highness, there is a letter from the capital, it should be from Concubine Shu. .”

"Oh," Yan Jing lazily sat up straight, but still couldn't lift his spirits. He leaned on the soft couch, stretched out his hand towards Yinping, took the letter, and said as he opened it, "Mother Concubine It seems that there has been no letter for a long time, and it seems that the palace has been very peaceful recently."

Yinping responded, poured a cup of herbal tea back and handed it to Yan Jing: "Your Highness, you have been looking forward to a peaceful life in the palace, and you don't know when you will be able to take over Concubine Shu, so you don't have to Been thinking about it all day.”

While talking, Yan Jing had already read the entire letter, he threw the letter paper aside, took a sip of herbal tea, and then chuckled lightly: "I may have been affected by others after staying for a long time recently. I'm getting a little naive at first. If the palace can live in peace, I might as well hide in the northwest."

He put the empty teacup aside, and raised his chin towards the book case: "Help me grind the ink, I will write back a letter to my concubine."

Since they came to the Northwest, Concubine Wei Shu has always been very concerned about her. She would send letters every now and then. What's the matter?"

"It's nothing serious, but it's a bit troublesome." Yan Jing lazily got down from the couch, grabbed a pen from the desk, dipped it in the ink, and wrote two words lightly on the paper. The movements of her hands paused, and she couldn't help snorting again, "Didn't the mother concubine always want to find a marriage worthy of the emperor's eldest son, and now she really found it, it's just at this juncture Isn't it too much of a coincidence?"

"how?"

Yan Jing glanced at Yinping, smiled lightly, then shook her head, buried her head and continued to write a reply.

More than just a coincidence, the other party's family background is also worth pondering - the younger sister of He Ziran, the Shaoqing of Honglu Temple.This He Zi is only in his thirties, and he is not considered an important figure in the court, but he used to be a disciple of Zheng Jing, but the serious Zheng family faction, even though his mother and concubine have been in the harem for a long time, are very concerned about this. clearly.

What's more, Shaoqing of Honglu Temple sounds beautiful, but in the final analysis, he is only a fourth grade, and he couldn't get into the eyes of his mother and concubine before. He doesn't believe that it was because that Miss He was shocked that he let his mother and concubine take a look He chose her, after all, in the eyes of his mother and concubine, family background should be ranked first.

Take another ten thousand steps back and say, what is so special about that Miss He that impressed his mother and concubine, so what about the Zheng family, let Yan Jing, who hates him so much, marry his protégé family?According to the meaning in the letter, this marriage is already a sure thing, so it is worth investigating what the Zheng family did behind the scenes.

Yan Jing had never thought about his marriage before, and had always let his mother and concubine make troubles, but in this situation, he absolutely could not agree.

Yin Ping studied the ink and watched Yan Jing write more than half of the paper on the paper in a blink of an eye, every sentence was a rejection, and finally couldn't help but said: "Your Highness, you don't want this marriage?"

Yan Jing dipped his pen and snorted softly: "I don't dare to have this kind of marriage. I'm not lucky enough to be responsible for all kinds of tricks behind it."

Yinping didn't know much about these things, so he didn't ask any more questions. He studied ink for a while, and couldn't help but said: "But your highness is indeed not young. When I left the capital, I heard people say that The imperial concubine has already started to work on the marriage of His Highness the Second Highness, and you are several years older than the Second Highness, yet this mansion is still empty."

"What's wrong with being empty?" Yan Jing said indifferently, "It's better than marrying back to trouble. I didn't say that my mother and concubine have stayed in the palace for a long time these years, and they are getting more and more whimsical. I'm starting to believe it."

"Perhaps Concubine Shu is really anxious about His Highness's marriage. If the Second Highness really preempted her and gave birth to the eldest grandson before His Highness, then..." Yin Ping thought, "Perhaps Concubine Shu is just worried. this."

"Heh, so what if it's a long word?" Yan Jing lowered her eyes, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips. These people in the palace have been fighting each other for so many years, why haven't they realized that his father never cared about it? These.

Yin Ping propped his chin and watched Yan Jing write a few words, and suddenly said: "Your Highness is not satisfied with this girl, it's fine if you don't marry, but I'm really curious, what kind of person do you want to marry, Your Highness?"

Yan Jing's writing hand stopped for a long time, and a slight smile appeared on her lips: "Naturally, I want to marry someone I like."

Yin Ping shook his head, as if he didn't quite understand: "Then, Your Highness, how do you know who you like?"

Yan Jing lifted his eyes slightly, and glanced at the corner of the desk. There was a piece of paper on it. On the paper was the poem he wrote halfway that morning. He threw it away casually, but by some coincidence, he kept this piece and kept it on the desk.

Maybe he is waiting for the day when he will no longer be lazy and can finish writing that poem.

Yan Jing's fingers squeezed the pen in his hand vigorously, and then said softly: "I don't know too well, maybe I just feel happy unconsciously when I see that person, and I can't help but feel happy when I haven't seen him for a long time. I always want to find some reason to visit him, even if it’s just to take a look at him from a distance.”

Yin Ping tilted his head and looked at Yan Jing's face. He always felt that his Highness was a little different at the moment, but he couldn't tell what was different.It was as if something flashed across his eyes and disappeared in an instant.

While he was thinking, Yan Jing had put down the pen in his hand, blew on the ink casually, and then handed it to Yinping: "After sealing it, find a safe person to send it to the capital urgently, and you must send it to me personally." In the hands of the concubine mother, it must not be transferred to anyone."

Yinping accepted the letter and nodded seriously: "Yes, Your Highness."

"Well," Yan Jing got up, washed his hands by the sink, and suddenly said, "Didn't someone make a new robe a few days ago, and I will find it later, and then ask someone to go to Chunfeng Building to order a lion." Head, pack the food box and bring it back."

Yinping was stunned for a moment: "Your Highness, are you going out later?"

After Yan Jing washed her hands, she took off her outer robe and said, "It's too hot in the house, I'm going to find a cool place to escape the heat."