Love for a lifetime and return for half a lifetime

"I know, I'm so calm!" Shen Ruyue frowned slightly, when Su Mubai disregarded the objections of the officials and started a war with the Turks, and was about to take Qishan City straight away, so she almost went to intercede.

But the casualties in this battle were too heavy.The officials knelt down and begged the emperor to take back the order, and she happened to ask King Khan to submit the letter of surrender.This saved the Turks.

"Master, you are very unhappy here. Let's go back to Turkic!"

Shen Ruyue smiled and shook her head, everyone has their own obsession, her obsession is Su Mubai, but Su Mubai's obsession is the dead Feng Qingge.

It's all the same, parting because of love, asking for nothing.

And in Yinchuan, a hundred miles away from the imperial capital, the largest brothel, Tianxianglou, is a bustling scene.

In the elegant hall of the building, there are all kinds of women sitting around. Some of them hold musical instruments and play with the strings, some take out calligraphy to describe landscapes, and some take out swords to show their postures... Batch after batch of men come They come and go but they can't disturb their elegant taste at all, they just raise their heads from time to time.Either frown or smile to answer the man beside you.

A waist-length woman in a red dress sat alone in the deepest part of the attic, which was a raised platform.White veils fluttered with the wind from time to time.There was noise from downstairs, and the ivory comb shuttled back and forth between the long black hair, rubbing out a lonely smell.

The black shadow suddenly flashed, and the candlelight was flickered by the blowing wind.The room became even darker, and the woman put the ivory comb into the box: "Is there something wrong?"

"Emperor Jianyuan ordered the draft, and I also made arrangements for the identity of the master. At that time, I will ask the Marquis of Ningxia to put the name of the master into the roster." The concise reply came with his unique low voice, "There is more. My lord, please be careful, master!"

"Jinghong, how long have you been with my grandfather?"

"Back to the master. It's been 15 years!"

The woman slightly raised the corners of her mouth, but the smile did not reach her eyes: "Well, you go back and tell grandpa that there is no need to be so troublesome, all you need is for Marquis Xia to invite me, a dancer, to dance at the right time, and you don't need to be included in the roster. Doubt!"

"But master, you have a noble status. It's too humiliating to appear like this. If the prince finds out, he will blame his subordinates!" Jinghong knelt down on the ground, not daring to look up at the person in front of him at this moment.

The woman turned around suddenly, her stunning face was clearly the undead Feng Qingge.I saw the corners of her lips curled up, "Jinghong, I've already turned into mud!"

Back then, she was still in the ruined temple after being insulted by others. Later, a few people came and sold her and Xiangsi to Tianxiang Pavilion. She suffered a lot. Because she danced very well, she was named the oiran. , she wrote a letter to tell Zhennan Wang, her grandfather, everything.

From then on, she began to practice martial arts, training hidden guards and killers. Among them, Jinghong was the personal guard given to her by King Zhennan, and she also secretly contacted the Feng family and the old department of King Zhennan, just waiting for the opportunity.

"Jinghong, go down and get ready, I'll go down and have a look!"

The white robe, the corners of which are rolled with gold and jade, the pink belt embroidered with golden phoenix wings soaring into the air, the lazy steps, the long black hair, and the inherent nobleness make everyone hold their breath , watching the woman walk down the stairwell, it can be described as a lotus step by step--