Chapter 47: Show of affection

  Half a day spent in the book pavilion.

  Night red aya ears very quiet, the book pavilion is so quiet that only the smell of books and smoke and ink.

  After half a day of reading scrolls, her eyes were a little sore, she raised her hand and rubbed her brow, closed her eyes to rest for a moment, and heard a light footstep sound outside.

  "Your Highness." Butler Gu's respectful voice sounded outside, "Princess Jin Yang requests an audience."

  Night Hongya opened her eyes, her tone was light: "Take it to the sunken incense pavilion to serve tea."

  "Yes."

  Night red aya turned her head, looking at the still writing Ayame Mo, tone light: "This palace go out for a moment, you do not need to follow, stay here and continue to write."

  Ayamu put down the pen, respectfully answered yes, wait until the night red aya walked out, only to resume the pen.

  The beginning of the practice of writing is no different from a three-year-old child, although the number of words is not much, but the speed of each word written very slowly, even if only a dozen words, write thirty times also takes a little time.

  But people who practice martial arts can control the force of the hand, write out the word although not very good, but has a few force.

  After the night red aya left, by the way took away the book pavilion in the wisps of cold air, the surrounding area is quiet again.

  The young man stood alone in front of the case, the words he wrote down for a long time, before slowly put pen to paper.

  The princess's residence is very quiet, everywhere through the austere and solemn atmosphere. The evening haze enveloped the entire residence, making this cold courtyard seems to have a few more temperature.

  In the flower hall of the incense pavilion, King Consort Jin Yang sat alone on the lake, politely thanked her after the maid poured her tea, and then quietly gazed at the koi playing under the lake.

  The evening sun shone on her, and in the haze, the exquisite beauty of the princess looked more and more beautiful.

  Princess Jin Yang stood up and faintly blessed herself: "Greetings, Your Highness."

  "No need to be polite." Night Red Aya walked to the front of the column and sat down, accepted the tea handed by the maid, her tone was light, "What do you want from this palace?"

  Qin Xuejun bowed again: "My concubine came to make amends to the princess on behalf of my prince, I made the princess suffer today on the Peach Blossom Mountain."

  Suffered?

  Night red aya does not deny, voice indifferent as water: "Nothing. It has nothing to do with King Jin Yang, you do not need to make amends."

  "Today after this incident, my king is worried that Her Highness is in a bad mood ..."

  Night red aya stared at the lake, her tone remained detached: "This palace mood is not affected by anything."

  Jin Yang Wangfei slightly choked.

  Princess Protector of this nature is too cold, and speak so bluntly, even if it is gentle and calm such as Qin Xuejun, but also some can not continue.

  After adjusting her emotions, she said, "There is something that my prince asked me to ask Your Highness."

  "What is it?"

  Prince Consort Jin Yang turned her head and looked, "Could you please ask Your Highness to dismiss your left and right?"

  Night Red Aya did not say anything, only raised her hand lightly.

  The eight maids serving in the hall simultaneously blessed themselves and withdrew from the flower hall in a line.

  Jin Yang Wangfei took two steps closer and lowered her tone: "My prince said that if the emperor needs to use him in the future, he should, or not?"

  Need to use him?

  Night red aya silent, a moment to understand the Jin Yang Wang's meaning in these words.

  The third prince night Xiao Su is now in the battlefield, although there is no war report yet, but the border war will be how no one can say.

  But one thing is certain, with night Xiao Su's ability, it is impossible to obtain night red aya such a brilliant battle record.

  Even the war with the barbarians who lost and who won, for the time being can not be determined.

  If the third prince is not able to defeat the barbarians, the emperor is bound to send other military generals to assist - now the available military generals on the court in addition to the night red aya, only Jin Yang Wang Lu Yanzhi is the most suitable candidate.

  But Lu Yanzhi knows very well in his heart that the emperor will not let him go to the battlefield as a last resort, the military power in his hands is not enough to threaten too much for the time being, but the emperor does not want to let him continue to be prominent as a king with a different surname.

  Once he has established military success, it is not easy to fall silent Jin Yang Wangfu will rise again, which is not the result the emperor wants to see. So after the assassination of the night red aya, the court full of civil servants did not even think about it directly recommended the third prince, it can be seen that the ministers understand the emperor's mind.

  But today night red aya just handed over the military talisman.

  The King of Jingyang actually knows very well the intention of the night red aya handed over the military talisman, but he could not guess what the next plans of the princess protector, is handed over the military power and directly silent, or will continue to go to war later?

  If she has the intention of taking back the military power, then King Jin Yang will inevitably need to do something to cut off the possibility that he will go to the battlefield in advance, such as injury, such as a serious illness.

  Then the border if the war again, need the assistance of military generals, the protector princess must be the second choice, the military power will naturally return to her hands again.

  On the contrary ...

  "King Jinyang is showing goodwill to this palace?" The night red aya turned his head, eyes calmly looking at Jin Yang Wangfei, bland voice can not hear any emotion, so people can not tell whether this is a question or a sneer.

  Jin Yang Wangfei some wretched, "concubine ..."

  "You can go back and tell him that this option does not exist." Night Red Aya said, "Night Xiao Su although untalented, but against the barbarians are not yet defeated, of course, will not take much advantage is."

  After a pause, "As for the military talisman that my palace handed in, this matter does not need to worry about him, my palace has its own plan in mind."

  The Princess of Jinyang is a woman who doesn't know much about the court and warfare, and doesn't know much about the twists and turns, but after the Princess of Protection finished her last sentence, she suddenly understood that the other party actually didn't mean to sneer at them from the beginning.

  Her question was just a question, and a very calm statement of fact, and not much else hidden deeper meaning.

  So she was slightly relieved and seemed to understand why Lu Yanzhi had asked her to come.

  Although Princess Protector is a woman, cold nature, speak straightforwardly, but not tricky, she is willing to say things will be very dry to say, will not deliberately play mind tricks, unwilling to say things will simply not say.

  And her attitude towards herself ...

  Qin Xuejun has the illusion that night red aya whether the woman will be more tolerant? This morning on Peach Blossom Mountain, her attitude towards the fourth prince was clearly not as calm as it is now.

  Perhaps because she did not offend her, and did not speak to anger her, so there is this "preferential treatment"?

  The first time she stepped into the Princess protector's house, she said, "I don't want to be a part of it.

  The first time she stepped into the Princess Protector's residence, it was also the first time she dealt with Night Red Aya, and they were still far from familiar enough to talk.

  After asking a few questions that Lu Yanzhi explained, she barely got a positive response from Night Red Aya, and there was no need for her to stay any longer.

  The flower hall back to silence, the night red aya alone leaning on the railing gazing at the lake, indifferent eyes a deep as the sea, emotions obscure unpredictable.