Luo Zhaoyun was chatting and laughing, and while being polite to Xiao, he focused on the elder, showing his elegant and graceful side, without any other strange gazes.

Xiao felt relieved in his heart, trying his best to shift his emotions from that matter and not think about it.

"I heard that Your Majesty is going to be the emperor in person again?" Princess Nanyang asked.

Luo Zhaoyun's eyes turned around, facing Princess Nanyang, nodded slightly and said, "Yes, the Turks are coming again, heading straight to Chang'an, threatening the stability of the country. I will personally lead the troops to stop it."

Princess Nanyang nodded, looked at Luo Zhaoyun, and sighed: "The swords and swords on the battlefield are ruthless, please be careful. This time it is related to Dahua's safety. I wish Your Majesty a great blessing, defeat the Turks, and give the people of Chang'an a safeguard."

"Of course, Your Majesty will be able to sweep the Turks in person." Queen Yang Caiyu has a nearly admiration for her husband. In recent years, he fought south and north. In the Great Sui Dynasty, he started to fight at the age of fifteen and was promoted. He has always made great achievements and gave people strong confidence.

Luo Zhaoyun smiled and said, "It's not that amazing. It's not as good as a war. There is no general who always wins. The natural weapon god is actually inseparable from planning, being cautious and adapting to changes. However, there is no need to worry this time. I have made it clear and don't worry about it."

Xiao and Princess Nanyang nodded when they heard this. They were all women and did not understand military affairs. Since Your Majesty was confident, they would not ask more questions.

Luo Zhaoyun chatted with the three girls for a while here, leaving them to stay in the palace and asked them to spend more time with Queen Yang, and then left Fengyi Palace Garden.

The sunset was setting, the sky was already hazy, and the palace was about to hold lights one after another.

Luo Zhaoyun was walking towards Empress Changsun's bedroom. At this time, a guard rushed to the guard of honor and reported to someone outside the imperial city that he had asked for a visit with His Majesty's gift.

"Can it be her?" Luo Zhaoyun was curious and immediately ordered the eunuch general manager He Qin to pick up the people with the chief guard and take them to the Liangyi Hall of His Majesty's bedroom.

In an instant, shortly after Luo Zhaoyun returned to Liangyi Hall, a figure wearing purple clothes and cloak came outside the hall, and was investigated by the guards, and found that there was no weapon, so he let it enter.

Luo Zhaoyun sat on the bench in the front hall of Liangyi Hall, sat down with his feet hanging down, holding tea soup in his hand, and stared at the person coming in.

It was a slender figure, wearing a gorgeous silk cloth, with a neon skirt and collar, and a curved hem was wrapped around and tailored, making the woman's figure perfectly displayed.

She took off the cloak that covered the back half of her head, and the beautiful hibiscus cheeks became clearer, her eyebrows were picturesque, her eyelashes were slender, and her eyes were faint blue. When she saw Luo Zhaoyun, she felt a bit affectionate.

"Tuyuhun Murong Ziyan, pay homage to His Majesty Dahua, long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long live long, long live long live long live long live long, long live long live long, long live long live long, long live long, long live long, long live long, long live long, long live long, long live long, long live long, long

Although Luo Zhaoyun had long guessed in his heart, he was still a little surprised when he actually saw this girl.

"Zi Yan, how could it be you? Why did you suddenly... come to Chang'an? Do you miss me too much?" Shen Luo smiled slightly, and was still very happy with her arrival.

Back then, he attacked Tuyuhun and met Murong Ziyan and Suozhe. It has been several years since then, and he gathered together and shared weal and woe.

It was Luo Zhaoyun who destroyed Tuyuhun, and the one who helped her rebuild her country was still Luo Zhaoyun.

Murong Ziyan felt the enthusiasm of His Majesty Dahua. If it were a woman in the Central Plains, she would be shy and reserved when she heard such explicit love words. However, the princess from the plateau accepted it very directly and nodded slightly: "I miss you a little, but I don't think so much. Who told you not to go to Tuyuhun to see Zi Yan, and there were no letters to send you, you cruel man!"

Luo Zhaoyun was ashamed that he had been fighting in the Central Plains, and pushed him all the way from the west to recover Chang'an. After half a year of his founding, he left Hangu in the east and destroyed Luoyang Wang Shichong, Wagangshan Li Mi, Hebei Dou Jiande and others. He was simply running nonstop. Not to mention getting out of Tuyuhun, his idea of ​​writing a letter was stranded.

"Hurry up and flatten, there is no need to be too polite." Luo Zhaoyun went over to help and helped Murong Ziyan up. The two stood close together, looking at each other, and they all had the joy of reunion after a long separation.

A feeling that was once suppressed by the two of them appeared again at this time and the rebound was even greater.

In the past, one of them pretended to be a grand career and the other pretended to restore the old country, so they did not have the love of their children, so they separated in a hurry.

The relationship seemed to be a little short of time and ended suddenly.

Murong Ziyan returned to Tuyuhun and began to appease the tribe, support Suozhe to manage the tribe, eliminate opposition forces, etc., and thought that it would be difficult for him to meet him from now on, and he would probably find a right-hand man on the grassland to marry him. However, it was too difficult for such an excellent man to have a certain emotional foundation to find such an outstanding man from the grassland.

Those men from the Tuyuhun tribe, whether they look handsome, literary talent, martial arts, abilities, heroism, etc., are naturally far inferior to Luo Zhaoyun. Without comparison, there is no difference. Murong Ziyan would rather stay alone in the empty room. When she is tired, she holds a collection of Luo Zhaoyun's poems and essays and read it. When she recalls his voice, appearance, smile, and every passing of each other, she also feels very fulfilled.

When we met today, she came with some kind of mission, which made Murong Ziyan freely release a fierce horse in her heart.

"Your Majesty, have you really thought of Zi Yan?"

Luo Zhaoyun gently stroked her beautiful hair and beautiful face, and had a special feeling in her heart. She was once covered up and deliberately buried. At the moment of meeting today, those feelings that had never thought about were suddenly poured out. It turned out that deep in her heart, Murong Ziyan also occupied some of his positions.

"I thought about it, in fact, I often think of you, and the time we met each other. But in the past two years, I have no time to worry about you. However, Zi Yan, I am still very moved and happy when I see you. Welcome to Chang'an, the woman I like!" Luo Zhaoyun said very naturally, without pretentiousness, nor deliberately sensationalism, all of them come from the heart.
Chapter completed!