The wooden door creaked in the quiet night, which made Liaoyang, who was sitting in the darkness, look up at the source of the sound: "Mr. Marquis came back so early today."

"Why don't you light the light?" If Mingyue did not come to pass the message today, it would be difficult for Pingyang Hou to see that there was something wrong with Liaoyang when he saw this scene.

The two have been married for more than ten years. If they want to say what Liaoyang cares about and what they are upset about, no one will know better than Pingyang Hou.

Before Liaoyang could reply, Pingyang Hou raised the candle wick. The slight light of candlelight gradually filled the gaps and darkness in the room, and illuminated half of Liaoyang's cheeks, which were frozen like a pool of stagnant water.

"Don't tell me, is your distress because Yue'er and Jue'er are not in front of you?" Pingyang Hou took the matter down, but he was not in a hurry to ask questions directly.

I think that what I saw Su Xianwei was nothing more than one thing, but that thing was that. Even if time passed, it would never shake the scars it left in Liaoyang's heart.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, it is not just a single Liaoyang that is affected by that incident. Even if it is him, many times he dreams of midnight, it is like a shadow, and a nightmare that lingers in his heart all the time.

"I heard from Your Majesty that the war in the northern border is not optimistic." In fact, what does Pingyang Marquis mean? It was already very obvious when talking about the affairs of the court.

"So, I went to meet Su Xian in the Japanese Palace." Since the words were so irrelevant, the eldest princess naturally had nothing to hide: "He told me that the burning of incense is too much, and the attracting of ghosts. If you put it together, what does he mean?"

After a moment of stunned silence, before the Pingyang Hou could speak, laughter burst out from his lips and teeth: "Liangyang, I'm just talking about you, I'm thinking too much, I'm worried about it!"

Worrying about nothing? She admitted that she might have had a big fight, but she would never be able to reach the level of worrying about nothing: "I have only one pair of children, do you know how many people are staring at them behind their backs?"

"If you worry about these things every day, you will be confused. At this time, even if you don't have the will to do something on purpose, you will definitely be stared at." This is not Pingyang Hou's exaggeration. If you want to spend it safely, perhaps pretending to be deaf and dumb is the best choice.

Unfortunately, Liaoyang never understood this.

Most of his life has passed, so the Marquis of Pingyang naturally does not expect to change some of the guidelines that Liaoyang has been following for many years in these days: "General Su is not the one who makes trouble. Besides, he should be the one who will go north tomorrow, and your worries are actually redundant."

After the hard persuasion of Pingyang Hou, Liaoyang was relieved: "Let's see tomorrow."

No one expected what this so-called tomorrow would mean once it arrived.

As soon as the sky was dawn, Su Xian stepped on his mount and straightened his armor. Although his old pupils were filled with sophistication and indifference, they were more confident and temperament that was sharpened by hundreds of times of wars.

Even the people who came to see each other off the street were hard to see the crowds crowded with people.

The winter wind blew up and raised the flag clearly, and the red base seemed to be splashed with blood.

This flag has been seen thousands of times, but it is the first time that I have felt so many times as I have today.

Su Xian's two eyelids jumped up one after another, and the sudden and powerful feeling made him unable to ignore it. So he pulled the reins and ordered the army behind him who were ready to go: "Start!"

Su Xian would never allow any factors that dared to shake his morale to the north. Even if the sudden uneasiness in his heart did have a bad impact.

"Driving!" A fast horse caught up quickly, and someone was wiggling his whip and galloping towards the direction of the army.

"Please stay, please stay." The man exhaled a large mouthful of white air from his mouth. The white air never dissipated in the cold wind and frost for a long time. In less than a blink of an eye, it blew on his face again with the strong wind, which made people shivered and shivered.

However, military information is important and I dare not delay it at all. The man could only keep increasing the strength of pulling the reins in his hand.

Finally caught up: "Gen. Su, please wait."

"Who?" Yang Pan, who was behind Old General Su, led people forward to stop him.

Like the old general Su, Yang Pan was the one that Su Yunqi asked to leave when he issued a military order in front of His Majesty that day. It was just because one was an old grandfather and the other was a father who had become a father.

But once and forth, if Su Yunqi really encountered difficulties in northern Xinjiang, how could Yang Pan sit in Kyoto and guard it? Shuang'er is a responsibility he cannot shirke, and so is the Su family army.

"The imperial edict is here." The man said nothing, but just raised the bright yellow thing in his hand high above his head and said loudly: "Su Xian received the edict."

The old general Su frowned immediately and turned over and got off the horse: "My teacher, Su Xian received the order."

What the imperial edict said was unexpected by Mr. Su.

He immediately felt a bang in his mind, and the blood seemed to be flowing backwards in his body: "You, what did you say?"

The old general Su fell into Yang Pan's arms, but fortunately, Yang Pan was quick-eyed and moved forward, so that he would not let Su Xian fall on the cold ground.

The man held the bright yellow imperial edict on both hands and covered the wrinkled hands of Old General Su through the fabric: "Gen. Su, Your Majesty ordered you to return to the palace immediately. I'm afraid it's too late..."

Su Xian is indeed different from ordinary people. Although he lost half of his life at the moment of the bad news, he could still cheer up.

The old general Su half-held Yang Pan's hands and shook trembling constantly: "Person Yang, please, please take me into the palace."

Yang Pan's lips turned pale. He wondered why the incident happened was the major general? It was not because he had a deep relationship with the major general. Everyone in the army had a life-long friendship. Even in order to escape the bad news of this reality, he would never have such a bad idea that this incident would happen to others.

He just didn't understand that the major general was brave and resourceful, and was always cautious and decisive. Although Su Yunqi was young, he had already seen the shadow of the old general Su in him.

Everyone in the army said that Major General Su must be blue from the blue. How could such a good general be?

After hearing the bad news, the old general Su felt as if he had drained all his strength and could not stand up. Although Yang Pan did not do so, he was also confused and confused as if he was talking to himself.

The man was anxious: "Deputy General Yang, you should take the old general into the palace first. It's better not to be too late!"

When he heard such news, even if he was as close as them, even the little in-house minister who worked in the palace could not help but tremble.

Yang Pan finally mobilized all his strength and helped General Su up: "General, go, let's enter the palace."

It took half a cup of tea to walk from the most prosperous long street in Kyoto to the palace. During this half cup of tea, every moment, the veteran General Su tried his best to bet on time.

He was not sure whether Su Yunqi could hold on for longer?
Chapter completed!