[Dieting is so uncomfortable. 】

Crunchy.

On the white wasteland, the mechanical and boring footsteps are like a never-ending lullaby, although it may not make people fall asleep, but it constantly deepens the tiredness in everyone's heart.

Even an iron-clad man like Sun Shaozong, after a long time, he couldn't help but become irritable.

He casually ripped open his neckline, and let the cold wind like a small knife cut his chest indiscriminately, and then he felt a little more excited.

Seeing that it was still like a walking corpse in the four corners, he raised his voice and shouted: "Feng Xin, you start singing a military song to refresh the big guys!" ”

Feng Xin, who was in front of the team, paused, turned his head and lowered his mask, and said with a bitter face: "My lord, you see that we are facing the wind, he ...... He can't open his mouth. ”

"Then sing with your head down!"

Feng Xin was helpless, so he had to hunch over and avoid the wind, and roared at the top of his throat: "Brothers, Du Teniang listens to my old Feng's trumpet: the cloud is from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, fame, fortune, dust and earth - get ready!" ”

"The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, and the dust and earth are fame.

Looking at Shenzhou, the people are bitter, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren.

Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of heaven.

Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord.

Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, kill all Hu Erfang and stop ......"

The heroic singing rose into the sky, echoing in the mountains and forests with the cold wind, startling countless birds and beasts, and also making the accompanying Jurchens look at each other and be in turmoil.

Sun Shaozong just yelled a few words, and Xu Furen's personal followers hurriedly came up with his hat on his head, saying that the master invited Master Sun to come over and speak.

When I looked back, I saw that the Jurchen mastermind Hu Libo was pouting and chasing after the carriage, saying something incessantly, most likely protesting to Xu Furen.

Sun Shaozong snorted, unhurriedly arrived in front of the carriage, replaced the driver who was driving, and forced back Na Libo with a sharp gaze, only then did he raise the door curtain a little, and asked with a smile: "What does Old Xu have to order?" ”

I saw Xu Furen poking his head out of the car, with a calm old face, trembling his beard and spewing out a mouth full of hot mist: "Your previous proposal to adopt the orphan of Herrisule is not impossible, but you must first try to find out how much influence Herisul has in the Zhesheli Department." ”

Just looking at his expression, everyone would think that he was scolding Sun Shaozong for the sake of Fang Cai's war song.

Sun Shaozong's face was stiff, and he turned his face to the side, as if he dared to be angry but didn't dare to speak, but he said in his mouth: "That's natural, what the imperial court wants is chips and handles, and it doesn't want to raise a few wine bags and rice bags." ”

After several considerations yesterday, Sun Shaozong still did not agree to Nahiyama's request - after all, this matter is not only not a small risk, but also has an obvious conflict with the court's gentle policy.

However, he immediately proposed that the Great Zhou court could come forward and adopt the sons of Nashiyama and Herisul.

In this way, when the son of Herisul grows up, whether he wants to avenge his father or intends to compete for the position of the patriarch of the Jesheri tribe, Da Zhou can smoothly support him.

Nashiyama tried to bargain several times to no avail, but finally reluctantly accepted this condition.

So the two sides agreed that when the mission returned from Jianzhou, they would quietly bring the son of Herisul back to Dazhou.

And then ......

It's just a sleepless night - when it comes to the fat meat in his mouth, Sun Shaozong has rarely refused, especially this kind of beautiful meat that is different from each other and does not need to be responsible afterwards.

"Hmm."

Xu Furen's face softened slightly, but in the eyes of outsiders, he was still displeased: "If there is something to do, Sun Shaoqing might as well contact the Hu girl again on the return trip - the old man heard that she was reluctant to leave when she left, and if she worked hard a few times, it would be a good chess piece." ”

Speaking of which, he was already teasing, but his expression did not show the slightest abnormality, showing the true nature of the play.

Sun Shaozong sneered: "I'm afraid that the boss has misunderstood, but the mother-in-law is not reluctant, but ...... It's just that there are some mobility issues. ”

Xu Furen finally couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this, and only after a while did he shake his head and sigh, and retracted into the carriage a little sadly.

…………

Beijing, Jingren Palace.

Concubine Jia Yuanchun stood sideways in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, stroking her slightly bulging lower abdomen, her eyes were soft and gentle, almost dripping honey.

At first, when several Taoist priests clamored one after another, saying that she must be the prince in this child, Jia Yuanchun's heart was nervous, for fear that once he lived up to the emperor's expectations, he would fall into a more miserable fate than Concubine Rong.

It wasn't until a few days ago that the imperial doctor consulted and unanimously concluded that there must be a baby boy in her womb, and the burden on Jia Yuanchun's heart was relieved.

At the moment, his fingertips touched his slightly stiff lower abdomen, and a thought involuntarily flashed in Jia Yuanchun's mind:

Will this kid be the future emperor?

"Mother."

That's when it happened. Suddenly there was a voice hugging the qin outside the door: "The slave is back." ”

As if he had been burned, Jia Yuanchun quickly moved his hand away from his lower abdomen, and then calmed down again before he raised his voice: "Come in and talk." ”

Huqin entered in response, and carefully locked the door, and then came close to the front and reported in a suppressed voice: "I heard that Gonggong Xi said that he didn't do anything else today, and he was talking about "Popularizing Law and Going to the Countryside". ”

When he first arrived at Jingren Palace, Jia Yuanchun was notoriously deaf to what was going on outside the window.

But since she decided to be pregnant with a dragon son, she has begun to change, but she still adheres to the principle of listening more, talking less, and not doing.

As for whether this principle will be exceeded in the future, it is uncertain.

""Popularizing the Law and Going to the Countryside"?"

Jia Yuanchun raised his eyebrows and blurted out: "Isn't it what Sun Jiaerlang played last month?" ”

"Yes, yes, that's what Sun Shaoqing proposed!"

Baoqin nodded again and again, but then he was puzzled: "I heard that this matter has been pressed for more than a month, and it is not too early or late now, so I choose to discuss it when Sun Shaoqing is not in the capital, and the slave always feels that something is not right." ”

Jia Yuanchun didn't pay attention to her this time, just lowered his head and muttered silently.

When Sun Shaozong was not in the capital, his proposal was discussed, which was clearly meant to suppress him, and he did not want him to lead the innovation of Dali Temple.

Considering the close relationship between Sun Shaozong and the crown prince, and now together with Xu Furen, he has been 'assigned' to the borderlands, so the speculation has also come true.

But......

Your Majesty has been acting too much lately, is it too 'vigorous'?

She was only four months pregnant, and she wantonly suppressed the prince's party like this, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she was eager for quick success......

Could it be ......

Jia Yuanchun's heart was full of gloom, as the most favored concubine in Jingren Palace, she naturally noticed that Emperor Guangde had worked hard in Jingren Palace in the past two years, and he had already hurt his roots.

At present, he favors Fangshi and pursues the way of immortality; On the one hand, he is so eager for quick success......

Could it be that His Majesty's life is not long in coming?! I want to talk about "Detective of Red Mansions" with more like-minded people, pay attention to "excellent reading literature" on WeChat, talk about life, and find confidants~