Chapter 41: Looking at My King
With his care and warmth on her face, her body and mind were not drunk by wine, but by love, almost like a snowman encountering the warm sun, melting in an instant.
Picking her up, Zhou Shengchen walked slowly to the door of the house.
Opening the door, the cold wind hit his face. He hugged her tightly and walked to her residence.
But she still didn't notice it and just let him carry her forward.
Cheng Xi was notified and hurried out to greet him. Seeing again the scene where Prince Xiao Nanchen wrapped Shiyi in a fox fur quilt and carried him back, she didn't say anything more at this time.
Coming closer, she was about to say hello, but first she smelled that both he and she smelled of alcohol.
"Is the girl drunk?" Cheng Xi asked.
"What? Do you want to blame Eleven again?" Zhou Shengchen said indifferently as he walked.
"How dare you, slave? I just want to ask, Your Highness, if you need me to make a bowl of sobering soup." Cheng Xi said quickly.
"No need, just go and arrange the bed." After Zhou Shengchen said that, Cheng Xi quickly ran forward.
Putting Shi Yi on the bed, Zhou Shengchen sat next to her and looked at her quietly.
"Your Highness is also tired. Please go and rest. I will take care of you here. Miss Nao will be fine." Cheng Xi said in a low voice.
This little girl is very nice, but I can't tell what her eyebrows are. Or maybe it has something to do with the fact that she received strict instructions from Lady Jiansan, and she always said things that sounded right but didn't make sense in reality.
"If something happens to Eleven in the palace, do you still want to survive?! You can go and rest, I will sit here and take care of her." Zhou Shengchen said unhappily, Cheng Xi quickly bowed and saluted, and walked quickly Withdrew.
Holding her hand, Zhou Shengchen looked at her peaceful and sweet smile and couldn't help but murmured: "Shi Yi, you are lucky enough to live in the palace. I am going to Zhongzhou and will be with you when I come back soon."
Either Shiyi didn't sleep peacefully, or he had a tacit understanding.
What Zhou Shengchen said to himself, she could vaguely answer.
She also used force on her hands. She closed her eyes and murmured anxiously: "Zhou Shengchen, don't leave."
Caressing her hand, Zhou Shengchen said comfortingly: "Don't worry, I'll be fine."
Jian Shiyi's body and mind seemed to be calmed down by his words, and his expression stabilized.
Zhou Shengchen sat beside her silently, guarding her quietly.
"Zhou Shengchen, if I can't see you, I won't miss you or worry about you for a moment." Nao Shiyi continued to talk in his sleep.
Zhou Shengchen was moved after hearing this and couldn't help but shake her hand again.
The sky is getting dark, and it is time to wake up from sleep. There was still his warmth on her hands, but she couldn't see him.
Feeling anxious, she clearly remembered him carrying her back and sitting next to her again.
Lifting the fox fur quilt, she quickly walked to the door and pushed the door open.
The cold wind rushed in violently, and she ran to the main hall of the palace without any scruples.
After asking several guards one after another, she regretfully heard that "His Highness only led the troops on the expedition."
She thought about running out to chase him, but she was worried about being blamed by him who was concerned about her safety.
After thinking about it, a smile appeared on her face.
Someone found a long ladder and leaned it against the eaves. She once again climbed up firmly regardless of the danger.
Looking down or behind would definitely frighten her. But she just looked forward and upward, filled with hope.
When she reached the eaves, she told herself to be careful, because if she didn't break it, she would not be blamed by him, nor would she let others be blamed for it, and she could continue to stand high and look at our king.
When she reached the ridge of the house, she raised her eyes and looked outside the city. She saw a black torrent with a neat military appearance, rolling towards the east, as unstoppable as the overflowing spring water.
Unable to confirm which one of them was Zhou Shengchen, her tears rolled down one after another, and she could only think silently in her heart: My king is safe.
At this time, Zhou Shengchen led 30,000 elite troops to the east. In the prison car in the queue was Prince Xiao Yan of Nan Xiao who looked calm.
While marching, Zhou Shengchen ordered the scouts to go out to investigate, and accordingly adjusted the speed of his march.
When he arrived at the border of Xizhou, he ordered his troops to stay temporarily.
Feng Qiao came to ask, Zhou Shengchen looked east and said slowly: "I can't do useless work. I need to get news from King Guangling and Taifu Taifu before I can continue to move forward."
Feng Qiao accepted the order and went to talk to Xiao Yan.
After ordering someone to open the cage, Feng Qiao personally helped Xiao Yan out: "You are feeling depressed in here, right?"
"It's okay. I still have a lot of hard work, so I don't mind it." Xiao Yan said nonchalantly.
Hearing what he said, Feng Qiao looked at the prison car and couldn't help but feel distressed by his words.
It was difficult to speak directly, so she had to curl her lips and said: "It seems that this general is too troubled?"
Xiao Yan quickly saluted and said: "I take the initiative to endure hardships just to get what I want. How can I really be willing to do this!"
"Well, this is still a sentence." Feng Qiao nodded and said, "This general thought that you really like to work hard."
After smiling, Xiao Yan had no choice but to explain: "When a large army travels, it is inevitable that it will encounter craftsmen. Only by doing a decent job can I hide it from those people."
Feng Qiao immediately held up her hands and said: "Brother Xiao is indeed a perseverant person, I admire you!"
Quickly holding her arm, Xiao Yan said he didn't dare, and then continued: "How dare you let the general be so polite."
"Okay then." Feng Qiao said with a smile, "Don't always call me 'I', and I won't call you general. We,"
When she said this, her pink face couldn't help but turn red.
Seeing her embarrassment, Xiao Yan was someone who had experienced love affairs between men and women, so he quickly answered: "If General Feng doesn't dislike it, how about we call each other brother and sister?"
Feng Qiao was about to answer "yes", but hesitated and said, "You are the prince after all, how dare I?"
"I think it's good to call him that." Zhou Shengchen said with a smile as he approached.
Seeing his smiling face, Feng Qiao couldn't help but think of the conversation she had with him that day - if I order Brother Xiao and General Feng to become brother and sister, will you always treat each other as brother and sister in the future?
Her face immediately became even hotter. She looked at Zhou Shengchen, then at Xiao Yan, then quickly lowered her head and walked away.
As soon as she turned around, she was so panicked that she almost collided with military advisor Xie Chong.
After giving the gift, she was about to leave, but she heard Xie Chong smile and say: "I think His Highness's idea is a good one, why don't we just settle on it."
Military advisor Xie Chong was indeed responsible for the imperial court keeping an eye on Zhou Shengchen, but it was an indisputable fact that he had a deep friendship with Zhou Shengchen and the officials in Xizhou.
With his sophisticated eyes, how could he not see that Xiao Yan and Feng Qiao had feelings for each other? Even Xie Chong was well aware of Zhou Shengchen's thoughts, who wanted to facilitate this matter.
Seeing him say this, Zhou Shengchen urged again.
Amidst everyone's chatter and laughter, Xiao Yan raised his hands and said seriously: "Brother is stupid and incompetent, so my little sister has been wronged."
Feng Qiao definitely couldn't say such polite words, but she still raised her hands and replied sternly: "Brother, please be polite, little sister."
Everyone witnessed and cheered for the two of them.
"What a good thing."
A young man's voice came, and everyone couldn't help but turn their heads to look.