Chapter one hundred and thirty-two

Because of Qing Yan's decision, the dead partners, the political opponents who were killed, and the innocent people... Yunli finally began to be confused. So, is it right or wrong? It is Yunli's "task" that pushes confusion to a climax. The seven emperors supported by Qing Yan finally acceded to the throne. After the old emperor suddenly died of sudden illness, there was nothing wrong with this. However, before he could share the sweetness of the fruits of victory, Yunli was stunned by the new queen's order to declare war on the country. Not to appease the people, but instead Daxing military forces, and so handed over the border military power to san huang female who had been clearly and secretly opposed to her own side... Yunli rubbed her eyes three times when she received the transfer notice and imperial edict conveyed by the Ministry of War, and severely pinched herself before she was sure that she did not misread the will. What else can Yunli do? Nature had to worry about the war, while transferred to the rear responsible for hay. Day by day, as it is now, escorting hay trucks or counting account books and supplies. Later, when Yunli realized that Rin showed signs of defeat and Chen's army took a lot of advantage, only because Rin was unprepared and many hidden advantages had not been brought into play, she wrote to Qing Yan anxiously, tactfully suggesting that the war might require more vigilance, not celebration. However, Qing Yan not only trumpeted the small victory, concealed Chen Guo's losses, but also belittled Lin Guo's ability. At the same time, in his casual letter back to Yun Li, he secretly inserted a secret decree. As soon as winter arrives, grain and fodder will be seized. It is necessary to let San Huang's female youth know how to defeat in winter-this is what Yunli read from the secret decree that makes people feel cold. Perhaps, there is nothing wrong with harming one's political opponents in this way. Yunli tried to find a comfortable reason for himself again. But if the new emperor and his master can so quietly cut off their sisters who have already expressed their submission, regardless of the lives of the people and the comments of officials... No, perhaps, I won't ignore the discussion of officials, as long as I launch a scapegoat for delaying fighter planes, such as detaining the delayed hay... No! Yunli prevented herself from thinking any more, but it seemed difficult to succeed. So Yunli can only wonder what will happen in the future, while being confused... She also suddenly remembered that before this, Qing Yan took her pregnant husband, Qin Yun, and her only husband, who was only two years old, to live in Beijing on the grounds of convenient care... If Yunli only regards Qingyan as a master, it may not be so upset and heartbroken. But it happened that Qing Yan saved her life. She grew up with Qing Yan. Even six years ago, she always forgot to regard Qing Yan as her most intimate friend, who could joke, complain and share happiness with her. How can you not be confused? Yunli could not even control himself to regret and doubt. How good would it be if he had thought of a way to leave Qingyan early? She may, really is wrong about Qing Yan... "My Lord! Lord Yun!" Suddenly, an anxious voice called Yunli back from the chaos. Yunli just opened his eyes and saw the soldier who had been riding a horse and serving beside him. He anxiously grabbed his right hand clasping the reins and broke it... There are blood marks left by fingernails and rough reins in the palm, and faint blood stains overflow slowly. Strangely, Yunli does not feel pain, perhaps because she was too nervous before? "What are adults thinking? So don't cherish your body!" The soldier was really worried about Yunli, and said angrily, taking out ointment and white cloth that could bandage the wound from the package, and he was in a hurry. Yunli stayed for a while and finally forced himself to smile, saying, "Thanks to you..." Laughing is really reluctant, because in the moment of staying, Yunli's mind suddenly surfaced with the idea: This bodyguard, who has been following himself to serve himself and who can be called a friend through his life and death, could it be arranged by His Royal Highness Qing Yan to monitor himself? Between thoughts, Yunli heard a hoarse, rough but gentle voice calling: "Lord Yun!" Cloud glass side face to see. A woman in gray, dressed in plain gray, carrying bowstrings, long arrows and whip, straddled a bordeaux horse with broken steps and smiled warmly at the cloud glass. "Lord Yun, I have been walking for almost two hours." The woman bowed to Yunli on the horse. "The horse is tired. Take a rest for half a moment before going on the road!" Cloud glass nodded and agreed, but his eyes stared at the woman's face.