Si Tu, who was on the line rationally, keenly grasped the 'important matter' in Liang Zhen's mouth, and hurriedly asked,

"What's the matter?"

Liang Zhen's official robe has not been changed, and a black cloak is draped over his shoulders, which shows that he has rushed back from the palace.

Facing Zhebie's provocative gaze, Liang Zhen approached Si Tu sideways, his thin lips bent,

"Your Majesty is urgently summoned, and please go back to the palace."

Hearing this, Situ Dai frowned suddenly, unaware that the two of them were very close to each other.

His waist was embraced, and Si Tu slammed into a firm and warm embrace.

"Just talk when you talk, why are you so close to my wife?"

The meaning of the oath of sovereignty was obvious, but Liang Zhen didn't step back, the corners of his mouth curved like a smile but not a smile,

"State affairs come first, please forgive the ninth highness."

Oh, Madam Huan, he probably doesn't know what happened at the border yet?

Once this matter is confirmed, the marriage contract between the two is very likely to be annulled.

"Good, you go back first."

Si Tu stuffed the unreleased lantern into Zhebie, and was about to turn around and leave, but was pulled by him.

"I am with you."

Zhe didn't raise his eyes, his tone was firm.

"Please, Lord Liang Xiaohou, let the horse come out and let me and my wife ride together."

He didn't feel relieved to let A Tu be with this wolf-like ambitious person late at night.

Holding Situ's waist, Zhebie flew on his horse and swung the whip, leaving only a piece of dust.

Liang Zhen, who was eating dirt behind him, was stupid.

He came out on a horse in total, okay?

The fierce horse galloped, and after Situ showed the token, he walked through the long corridor.

The palace at night is particularly infiltrating, like a beast with a bloody mouth.

The Taiji Hall was brightly lit, Xihe's gait was slightly anxious, and her eyebrows were tightly knitted.

"Your Majesty, the Third Highness is here, as is the one from Jiuli."

Anian asked the people in the hall whether to arrange Zhebie elsewhere.

"The two of you came together?"

It's strange.

Situ has always put state affairs first, and it is rare to bring Zhebie to the main hall.

"Looking at the dress, it should have come in a hurry after viewing the lanterns from Suzaku Street."

A Nian recalled the dresses of the two and said so.

"Then let both of them come in. It just so happens that I also want to know what this Prince Jiuli has in mind!"

The two entered the hall together. Fortunately, Aunt Fang taught Zhebie etiquette, and he never left.

Xihe handed the urgent report that Lincheng had just sent to Si Tu, but his eyes were looking at Zhebie.

Zhebie, who changed into Da Zhou's costumes, is naturally not inferior to the men in Shangjing, and even more brilliant.

He raised his eyebrows respectfully, his attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, and he seemed to be a quiet master.

"Isn't there already a peace agreement signed between the two countries?"

Her engagement with Jebbie is the guarantee of peace between the two countries.

But now, Jiuli has a plan to unilaterally tear up the contract, and wants to unite with the countries in the Western Regions to counterattack Da Zhou.

"The relationship between the two countries, either you lied to me, or I lied to you, Jiuli's move"

Xi He hesitated, his eyes fell on Zhebie, as if waiting for an explanation from him.

"There must be a misunderstanding in this. Da Zhou and Jiuli have a long-standing marriage alliance, and the father is definitely not a perfidious person."

As early as fifteen years ago, Emperor Zhao sent his sister to Jiuli for marriage, and she is now the second princess of Zhebie's father.

"According to the information I have, it seems that Lord Jiuli doesn't pay attention to the covenant between the two countries."

Once Jiuli defected and the gates of the Western Regions opened wide, Da Zhou was bound to lose all his life.

Zhebei lowered his eyes, bowed his hands, and said,

"If your majesty trusts you, this minister can go down and persuade the king on behalf of your majesty."

Zhebei's attitude was extremely respectful, and he even called himself a 'minister'.

"What if I don't believe it?"

A pair of sharp eyes swept towards Zhebei, but his back was still straight, neither humble nor arrogant.

"Then put on the armor and fight for the Great Zhou!"

Si Tu raised his head sharply, just in time to meet his soulful eyes.

"My friendship with the third princess can be learned from the sun and the moon, and no one can break us up!"

Zhebei's voice echoed in the hall, and those firm eyes were moving.

"Emperor, I believe in Tebow."

Taking the initiative to hold his thick and warm palm, Situ raised his head and smiled in return.

She believed in his friendship, in everything about him.

A majestic voice came from the dragon chair, Xi He retracted his scrutiny eyes,

"Of course I don't want any more wars to happen. Since the concubine has this heart, I will make you a special envoy to the Western Regions and send you to Jiuli."

"Wei Chen, I will definitely not disappoint His Majesty's expectations!"

After receiving the imperial decree, Zhebie leaned over and saluted, and a dark light that was difficult to detect flashed across his dark eyes.

On the way back, neither of them said a word, walking towards the stars and the moon.

Taking out the two lanterns in his arms, Zhebie had a soft smile on the corner of his mouth,

"The lanterns haven't been put on yet, let's go to the moat."

"Today is your birthday, I will listen to you."

Since he wanted to set off the lanterns, she would accompany him.

When the night passed, the pedestrians on Suzaku Street were sparse, and even the vendors began to clean up their shops.

The two dismounted and walked to the bank of the moat.

Situ lit a lantern, placed it by the river, and gradually disappeared from her field of vision with the surging water.

Putting his hands together, Si Tu closed his eyes, and was about to make a wish when he heard Zhebei's teasing voice.

"You people from the Central Plains seem to like making wishes very much."

Make a wish when you set off fireworks, and make a wish when you set off lanterns.

There are so many wishes to be realized, but the gods are really busy.

"The wish of the fireworks is to bless the peace and prosperity of the Great Zhou Kingdom. This is managed by the gods, and the gods of flowers bless the harmony between husband and wife."

Si Tu patiently explained that she never believed this before, but now

Looking up to meet his tender gaze, Situ's heart was so soft.

"Then Ah Tu, what is your wish?"

But what about his wishes?

"I have a lot of wishes, so I have to whisper it to the flower god."

Closing his eyes again, Situ clasped his palms together and said silently:

wish you a thousand years, sir,

Two wish good health,

Three wishes are like Liang Shangyan, who see each other every year.

"Then I might have a wish."

He lit his lantern and placed it on the riverbank, Zebei imitated her movements and looked pious.

On the way back to the Princess Mansion, the two held hands and supported each other like a normal husband and wife.

"What did you wish for just now?"

Unable to bear the curiosity, Situ tugged at his sleeve and asked coquettishly.

The laughter in her ear was as sweet as a silver bell, Zhebei stopped, leaned over to her ear and said,

"Kiss me and I'll tell you."

"That's good, but don't go back."

Situ's red lips brushed against his cheek like a dragonfly.

"Okay, tell me now."

He was too tall, and Si Tu could only focus on his feet, so that he could feel that he was not inferior to him in terms of momentum.

"A Tu is not good, and is taking advantage of me again."

This is not a real kiss.