bestfiction Chapter 222 Reunion
Chapter 222 Reunion
In the middle of the night, Meng Fuqing, who was meditating and breathing exercises because he couldn't fall asleep, suddenly heard the sound of fighting outside.
While Wen Du recuperated in the inner palace, she stayed in the imperial study. Although the court officials had objections, they dared not utter a single word in front of her.
She opened her eyes and heard a eunuch outside saying in a panic, "My lord, Commander Xiao is fighting with a man in black who broke into the palace at night!"
A man in black? Is he here to assassinate her?
Meng Fuqing opened the door and walked straight out.
The young eunuch hurriedly followed, wanting to stop him but not daring to, "Sir, it's dangerous outside, how can you come out yourself..."
Meng Fuqing walked a little further and looked up at the roof. The two fighting figures were now just two afterimages, one wielding a knife and the other a sword, their reflections gleaming coldly in the moonlight.
When she saw the face of the person holding the sword clearly, a look of surprise flashed across her eyes. The letter she had received earlier said that it would take some time to get to the capital, so how come he was here now?
Seeing that the two were fighting fiercely, and Xie Jin had a slight advantage, Meng Fuqing simply sat on the palace wall to see when the two would decide the winner.
The eunuch serving Meng Fuqing stood by the palace wall, raising his hand as if afraid that if the person above him lost his balance and fell, he would lose his own life.
At this moment, one of the two glanced at Meng Fuqing, and his movements immediately became swift and heavy. Finally, his sword pierced his opponent's heart. If he hadn't been wearing armor, he would have taken his life.
"The Xie family?" Xiao Linyuan looked the young man up and down.
Xie Jin sheathed his sword. "Commander Xiao has a good eye."
After speaking, he flew towards Meng Fuqing.
Xiao Linyuan glanced at his departing figure, then at Meng Fuqing, before finally leaving with a troop of imperial guards.
Xie Jin was still a wanted criminal in the Great Yan Dynasty, but the emperor was only a figurehead, so he simply pretended not to see it.
Meng Fuqing sat on the palace wall, swinging her legs slightly, watching Xie Jin walk down to the bottom of the palace wall, draw her sword, and scare the little eunuch.
Seeing that he was truly frightened, yet still trembling as he stood in front of Xie Jin, Meng Fuqing thought for a moment and remembered that this person's name was Dou Xier, whom she had casually assigned to handle miscellaneous tasks.
"You can go down now, he's one of my men."
Upon hearing this, Douxier repeatedly took her leave and departed.
In just a few days, he had figured out that this 'goddess' disliked others getting close to her, and even more so, disliked those who served her talking too much. Compared to the other difficult mistresses in the palace, she had the best temper imaginable.
Dou Xi'er had been unlucky since childhood, but she never expected that her luck would accumulate to this point, so she naturally became more and more dedicated to the matter of the 'goddess'.
After Dou Xier left, Meng Fuqing smiled as she watched the people below extend a hand to her, "Didn't you say it would be a while before you could come to the capital?"
"I was worried, so I came to see you ahead of time." Xie Jin said helplessly, recalling the panic he felt when he first saw the fake Meng Fuqing. "Every time I leave you, you manage to do something I never expected."
As soon as he finished speaking, the person suddenly leaped down from the palace wall. Xie Jin's heart tightened for a moment, and he held the person tightly in his arms.
Meng Fuqing raised her hand and stroked Xie Jin's slightly weathered face. "You've had a hard time these past few days. Let's go to the Imperial Study and I'll give you some spiritual spring water to replenish your energy."
Xie Jin carried her towards the entrance of the Imperial Study, glancing down at her, "Does it need to be replenished?"
"Young Master Xie is truly remarkable. Despite the long journey, he shows no signs of fatigue and remains as dashing and extraordinary as ever."
Xie Jin laughed in exasperation, "You only fell for me because of this face?"
"You've wronged me..."
Upon arriving at the Imperial Study, Meng Fuqing, who had finally regained his legs, inquired about Xie Jin's Jing'an Prefecture.
Only then did they learn that ever since Xu Weizhi obtained Meng Fuqing's notes, he had devoted himself to studying them day and night, and had already commissioned craftsmen to make the curved plow and waterwheel.
After using it, he clapped and praised it, and wrote a proclamation praising Meng Fuqing throughout, which he handed over to the fake Meng Fuqing. At present, he is enjoying himself with the people and promoting the Fertile Soil Formula and these two things.
Xie Jin was worried about leaving anyone else to guard Zhan Nan, so he temporarily left Mu Sheng there.
After the Battle of Zhannan, they became famous overnight, and took Qingzhou with almost no casualties.
On the one hand, they had a strong and well-equipped army; on the other hand, they had a long-standing relationship with the Han family.
The Han family held military power, and coupled with the Xie family's reputation and the friendship between Old Madam Han and Meng Fuqing, the Han family had already shown their willingness to surrender even before the army was at the city gates.
With coordinated attacks from within and without, they easily captured Qingzhou. Shuzhou, which borders Qingzhou, was also captured with minimal casualties.
"Since you've arrived early, who will lead the troops?" Meng Fuqing asked.
"During this period of time, Lu Zhi led his men to wipe out many bandit dens near Jing'an Prefecture. He incorporated those bandits into his own troops and gained a lot of practical experience. I have arranged for him to guard Jing'an Prefecture."
As for the main army, it will be jointly led by Qin Su and Lu Sen, and barring any unforeseen circumstances, it should arrive in five days.
Meng Fuqing looked up at Xie Jin and said, "I sent Yan He to help Wu Xin reach the capital as soon as possible. Can you guess why?"
Xie Jin understood Meng Fuqing's intention without needing to think too much. "The entire Great Yan, apart from Wu Xin who poses a threat to us, is a disorganized mess and not worth your time. Coming to the capital, you can achieve both the regency and the elimination of Wu Xin in one fell swoop?"
“That’s right, I’ll kill Wu Xin myself.”
Xie Jin frowned. "If it's an assassination, why not hand it over to Yan He? Are you trying to use the enemy's head to create momentum?"
"The current emperor is not dead yet. Unless he abdicates to me, his ascension to the throne is illegitimate. If I ask directly, he will definitely not give it to me. But if my influence is strong enough, he will have no choice."
A large, somewhat hot hand touched his face, and Meng Fuqing was taken aback.
"Qingqing, I feel like you're a little anxious. Why? Is it because of Yan He's abduction?" Xie Jin couldn't help but ask.
Planning and strategizing are never simple tasks; they require a great deal of mental and physical effort.
Meng Fuqing smiled slightly, a rare look of fatigue appearing on his face.
Ever since she entered the capital, she felt that her brain was constantly working, and even with the spiritual spring and healing, she could not completely eliminate this fatigue.
Only now, standing before Xie Jin, did she feel the weariness that had accumulated over the past few days wash over her like a tidal wave.
She gently rubbed her cheek against Xie Jin's hand. "Jin, sleep with me. Tomorrow, I will tell you all my secrets."
Despite his inner delight, Xie Jin was still slightly startled by Meng Fuqing's raunchy words, causing him to freeze slightly.
His eyes darkened, and he picked her up again. "Tired? I'll take you to the bed."
Before even reaching the bedside, Meng Fuqing's breathing had already become shallow and long.
Xie Jin gently laid the person down, pulled the quilt over them, and sat by the bed, quietly watching the sleeping person for a long time. His deep, sharp eyes were unusually gentle.
A thin lip landed a kiss on Meng Fuqing's brow. He was about to get up and find a place to settle down when a hand pulled him back. He managed to brace himself in time to prevent the person beneath him from falling.
"Just close your eyes and sleep. Don't let your mind be so filthy at such a young age..." Meng Fuqing muttered, and then fell asleep again.
Xie Jin seemed to understand but not quite, and finally couldn't help but kiss Meng Fuqing's cheek again before going to sleep fully clothed.
Before the second day's confession session could even begin, devastating news arrived—Wu Xin had led an army of 100,000 to gather in Shengjing, which was only 30 li away.