For Lan Jihua, this is a long and short two days, knowing that he can't fight, he doesn't make fearless sacrifices, two days, what he thinks about is not resistance, but to preserve strength, no one wants to be destroyed, as long as there is hope, Nanyuan will not be destroyed.

Time is limited, Lan Jihua can only pick the most important things for Long Sandao and Kang Yanlong to take away, in addition to several young clansmen of the Nanyuan royal family, there are also important documents passed down from generation to generation, some excellent crop seeds, precious pharmaceutical recipes, mineral resources distribution map, water conservancy fortress map...... and the elite soldiers and good horses of the southern plains.

There are not many things to take away, but they are the essence of Nanyuan, with those things, as long as you find a suitable place, you can live in peace, if you can break that curse, the population will slowly multiply, and the restoration of Nanyuan is just around the corner.

After arranging everything, Lan Jihua sat leisurely in the hall carving a small wooden figure, and Wei Chi was not easy to laugh at him, "The Dongyue soldiers have arrived in a blink of an eye, and Your Majesty still has the leisure to carve this." ”

Lan Jihua showed her the semi-finished product in his hand, "I carve a wooden figure for you every year, and I don't want to leave it today." ”

Wei Chi Bu blinked his eyes, suppressed the mist, and then took a serious look, "Your Majesty's craftsmanship is really good, and the carving is better than a real person." ”

Lan Jihua laughed, "Your mouth, it's really like smeared honey, I will carve it well and live up to your praise." ”

The husband and wife were talking and laughing, and an attendant ran in in a panic, "Your Majesty, Niangniang, the East Vietnamese Army is coming, ...... coming."

Lan Jihua scolded, "If you come, you're here, what's the panic?" I don't expect that he, Mo Ronglin, will not be able to slaughter the city. ”

The attendant's head hung from the drink, and his face turned red.

Wei Chi Chi was not easy to ask, "Where are the East Vietnamese soldiers?" ”

"It's out of town."

Another attendant ran in, "Your Majesty, the Prince of Dongyue asked someone to bring a message and asked His Majesty to go to the city gate to greet him." ”

Lan Jihua pulled the corners of her mouth and smiled, "My nephew is here, of course I have to go to meet him." He glanced at Wei Chiyi, who smiled and held out his hand to him.

Lan Jihua took her by the hand and said loudly, "Prepare the carriage, I want to go out of the city to meet my nephew." "It would be best to be able to solve the problem outside the city and not harass the people in the city.

The carriage drove out of the palace gate, the plain and warm streets were deserted today, there was not a single pedestrian, every family was closed, tens of thousands of East Vietnamese troops traveled all the way, it was impossible to have no movement at all, the people had already been trusted, although Lan Jihua did not leave the palace, he also knew that Dafan, a rich family with a little ability, had already dragged his family away. The DPRK and Chinese officials themselves cannot leave, and they also arrange for their families to go out to avoid them, and no one knows what awaits them, but they can avoid it for a while, which is the most common idea.

It was deserted outside, the sound of horses' hooves was particularly clear, the coachman drove the car, unhurried, walking smoothly, when he left the palace, the attendants knelt on the ground, and wanted to follow out, Lan Jihua didn't let it, at this time, he really saw everything, in his life, he enjoyed glory and wealth, and the supreme imperial power had it, those things were just passing clouds, life did not bring, death did not take it, he held Wei Chi's hand in the palm of his hand and rubbed it gently, nothing else mattered, at this moment, the beloved woman was by his side, He has no fear, no regrets.

When he arrived at the city gate, the carriage stopped, someone stepped forward and lifted the curtain, Lan Jihua jumped down, and saw the soldiers guarding the city standing in a row, with a dignified face, trying to behave like death in front of him, the emperor, but he couldn't hide a trace of panic in his eyes, Lan Jihua felt a little gloomy in his heart, and it was not that he really had no regrets, the only thing he couldn't stand was his people.

It was not easy to turn around and take over the captain, but she jumped down by herself, with a light and sluggish energy, it didn't seem like she was going to face a life-and-death matter at all, and she didn't discuss it with Lan Jihua, she fell to the ground, and waved her hand, "Open the door." ”

The soldiers looked at Lan Jihua, and Lan Jihua smiled gently, "The queen's words are my words, open the door." ”

Several soldiers stepped forward to take down the heavy wooden square, the city gate slowly opened, but there was no Dongyue army outside, only a group of dozens of people stood there, among them a young man with a long body, dressed in a crescent white robe, wearing a purple crown, his facial features were extremely marked, but his eyebrows were cold, he was clearly standing in the crowd, but it seemed that he was separated from the surrounding people by 108,000 miles, he held his head slightly high, his bearing was noble, and he had a natural kingly demeanor.

Lan Jihua was looking at Mo Ronglin, and Mo Ronglin was also looking at him. But after a short gaze, he had already waved his hand and saluted, "My nephew has seen my uncle." ”

This surprised Lan Jihua a little, it seems that the prince of Dongyue is planning to salute first and then soldier.

He smiled and said, "Come from so far away, why don't you bring a letter first, my uncle will go to the Shili Pavilion outside the city to meet you." ”

"How dare Uncle Lao's driving," Murong Lin said with a smile, "Let the queen mother know, and you have to count the nephews who are disrespectful." His gaze turned and fell on Wei Chiyi, "This must be my aunt." He bowed again, "Say hello to my aunt." ”

Wei Chi is not easy to say secretly, hey, the etiquette of the prince of Dongyue is quite thorough.

She is a Dongyue clan, although she is now the queen of Nanyuan, and her roots are still connected, she doesn't dare to accept his courtesy, so she avoided it for a while, and said with a smile, "Yesterday, your uncle talked to me about His Royal Highness the Prince, but I didn't expect to see him today." ”

Some things are well known to each other, but they still have to be polite and sloppy with each other on the surface.

Murong Lin smiled slightly, "My nephew came in a hurry, and I didn't say hello in advance, please forgive my uncle and aunt, and I bothered my uncle and aunt to pick me up at the city gate, my nephew really didn't want to go." ”

Lan Jihua arrived here, and he didn't understand Mo Ronglin's intentions, and called their husband and wife to the city gate, just blindly talking politely, not mentioning anything serious, and didn't see the Dongyue army, he didn't want to ask questions, so he asked tentatively, "My nephew has been tired all the way, I must be tired, please go back to the palace with my uncle to rest." ”

Murong Lin clenched his fists and arched his hands, "There is Uncle Lao." With a slight glance to the side, the retinue on the ground like flagpoles immediately moved, and the team was ready to go.

Lan Jihua noticed that there were two carriages in the team, the one in front was naturally Murong Lin's, but the one in the back didn't know who was sitting in it? The one who can ride in the carriage with Mo Ronglin, if it is not a noble status, it may be a female dependent, I have not heard that the prince accepted the crown princess, could it be his concubine, it is really a bit ...... to do this kind of thing with the female dependents Arrogance, lawlessness!

What he still doesn't know is that Murong Lin followed dozens of people into the city with him, so he wasn't afraid of an ambush in the city? No matter how short Nanyuan's troops are, it is still no problem to deal with dozens of people. If Murong Lin is either bold and reckless, he is fearless.

Lan Jihua thinks he has a brain, but he can't guess what medicine is sold in the gourd of the prince of Dongyue, he still remembers that when he was a child, Mo Ronglin had a chubby little face, a pair of big eyes, and he smiled when he saw people.

hr rds" author="Mozi Bai"

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