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  Su Wei was obviously a seasoned traveler, and at this time of winter cold, the prey had already hibernated. Yet every time, he could bring back various wild animals with his subordinates, and he was skilled in cooking*. Zhang Qi's food was personally taken care of by him, with a hundred varieties, extremely delicious.

  /Zhang Qi had something on her mind, but she hadn't noticed this noble young master, who had been washing his hands and making soup for himself all along.

  Moreover, he has a broad vision, his talent is outstanding, and his speech is humorous. He is also extremely good at observing people's words and expressions. Every time Zhang Qi has a request, before she even opens her mouth, he has already taken care of it for her.

  As a result, the originally exhausting journey was unexpectedly made enjoyable by him, and along the way, Zhang Qi, who had been worried and depressed to the point of losing weight, actually gained a few pounds thanks to his care.

  As for Ah Lu, she later thought better of it and quietly slipped out to attend to He Zhiyi, whom she had kicked. But in less than an hour, Ah Lu ran back with tears streaming down her face.

  Zhang Qi had not yet asked for a result, and Ah Lu ran up to the horse carriage again. Then, in that horse carriage, it was either bursts of laughter or shouting and scolding, or else Ah Lu would run back with tears streaming down her face, while He Zhiqi, full of energy, shouted her name from inside the carriage, asking her to come over, or else the two people's loud laughter would pierce through the mountains and forests.

  After observing for a few days, Zhang Qi's mind moved and he no longer paid attention to whether Ah Lu was coming or going.

  That evening, Su Wei rode his horse to Zhang Qi's side and pointed ahead, saying: "Ah Qi, before sunset, we can enter Beiheng Prefecture." He let out a sigh of relief and smiled: "Fortunately, it didn't snow." Squinting at the sky for a moment, he turned back to an old man with a high nose and deep eyes in the group and chatted with him in a low voice. Then Su Wei said to Zhang Qi: "Ah Qi, we are indeed lucky, in three to five days, it will snow."

  Zhang Qi smiled gently: "Yes, luck is not too bad."

  She slowly turned her head and stared blankly in the direction of Qi State.

  She stared blankly in the direction of Qi State, and Su Wei also stared at her side profile with a daze. In his eyes, there was a flicker of pity, tenderness, heartache, and melancholy.

  It's been a while. Zhang Qi came back to his senses and met his gaze, asking: "Wu Lang, how was the divination that day?"

  Su Wei lowered his head and said in a low voice, "Yuwen Hu is so overbearing that he will eventually bring disaster upon himself. I couldn't avoid it and have been fleeing until now." He didn't say that when he found out the concubine's daughter of Yuwen Hu's family was not Zhang Gui, he refused to marry her, but unfortunately Yuwen Hu wouldn't agree and kept pressing him step by step.

  He gritted his teeth and continued: "My father is dead, and my uncle was forced to agree. I have already promised that marriage, but this time when I go back, it will be to dissolve the engagement."

  At the age of twenty in virtual years, Su Wei was at his most handsome as a young man. Coupled with his travels south and north, he was well-versed in both literature and martial arts, making him an outstanding talent.

  Zhang Qi looked at him and thought secretly: I'm afraid Yuwen Hu won't agree.

  Seeing her dazed, Su Wei was also dazed. He stared blankly at Zhang Qi's black profile, thinking to himself: This engagement, I must cancel it no matter what!

  The little woman in front of him, who could die for the sake of Langling Wang's marriage, shows how much she values her reputation! She is so beautiful and deserves the best things in life. So this time, he must cancel the engagement and accompany her freely wherever they go.

  He originally still had a title and an official position, but in this chaotic world, that kind of title and position didn't have much significance even if he managed to keep them.

  Entering Hebei Province now.

  Beiheng Prefecture has been a military stronghold and strategic location since ancient times, a place that military strategists must contend for: "Three sides border the frontier, the most critical and dangerous. To the east it connects with Shanggu, to the south it reaches Pingcheng, to the west it borders the Yellow River, and to the north it controls the desert. It is the screen and shield of the capital, the guarantee of the Central Plains."

  During the Northern Wei Dynasty, Emperor Daowu Tuoba Gui moved the capital to Pingcheng, and from then on, Chinese history entered the period of confrontation between the Southern and Northern Dynasties. At that time, this place was known as the capital of Kyoto, which also governed Sizhou and Daiyin, so it was also called Daijing. "The imperial city is prosperous, the Buddhist Dharma is flourishing, the divine diagrams are wonderful, and the pagodas are towering", there were more than 100 temples in the capital, with 2,000 monks and nuns.

  Years ago, the previous emperor even relocated three thousand households of powerful families here.

  As a former Kyoto, Bei Hengzhou is quite prosperous and bustling. This prosperity and bustle, 56 books cold, just cleared up for a few days, the thick snow on the official road had just begun to melt, and he rushed to Bei Hengzhou in person, and the news was transmitted to Lanling Wangfu in Jin Yang at the first time.

  Having received news from the Ministry of Works, Old Fang hastily made his way towards the main hall.

  In the main hall, Prince Langling was wielding a long sword. Behind him, on the roof of the Song Dynasty house, half of the snowflakes had melted, but they still piled up in drifts on the eaves, and the gutters were spotless and white.

  When Fang Lao rushed over, the sky happened to float a few snowflakes again. Those snowflakes floated on Langling Wang's black hair, floated on his dark clothes, and floated on his icy, majestic, and beautiful face. With just a slight movement, they melted away, turning into small streams that flowed from his forehead, face, and nose tip, flowing down his lonely eyes, as if carrying the eternal sorrow of the ages.

  Seeing Fang Lao arrive, he wiped away the snow water flowing across his face and turned around to ask coldly: "What's going on?"

  Since Zhang Ji's death, the county king seemed to have lost his ability to cry or laugh. He was always so indifferent, expressionless, and looked at anyone with a blank face. If it weren't for the snowflakes that resembled tears, he would have almost forgotten the despair and sorrow that permeated every corner of their home.

  Fang Lao hastily stepped forward and bowed his head to report: "Your Highness, Xiao Mo has rushed to Beishuo State, and he set out this afternoon."

  Beishuo State? Langling Wang furrowed his brow and said, "In the past month, he has sent people to Beishuo State three times..." At such an important time, what could be happening in Beishuo State that would make him spare manpower amidst all the hustle and bustle, even disregarding the snowstorm outside?

  Is it?

  His heart skipped a beat, and Lang Ling Wang's voice was hoarse as he said, "Who's there?"

  Several guards walked out.

  Looking at them, King Langling ordered: "Immediately dispatch ten men, led by General Li, to rush to Beishuo State. Remember, find out what Xiao Mo is up to!"

  "Yes."

  With a cold face, Langling Wang said in a low voice: "Also, bring all the people close to Xiao Mo here. No matter what means you use, I want to know immediately why Xiao Mo went to Beizhou! Moreover, on that day, the big fire started so fiercely, relying solely on the brocade and wooden beams of the Golden House is impossible. I want to know if Xiao Mo played a role in it!"

  People also said that on the third day before the great fire, Zhang Ji ordered twenty pieces of brocade to be moved into the Golden House. Everyone thought she liked seeing good things in the Golden House, so they listened and didn't report this matter to him.

  But now he thinks about it and still feels that there might be some secrets behind that big fire.

  Maybe she's not dead, how he hopes she's not dead!

  "Yes!"

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