Wen Qing's actions soon reached the old emperor's ears. The old emperor, who was already seriously ill, was furious and could not afford to fall down.

Before Mo Chengyin could get the order of his father, he had no choice but to take on all the burdens in the imperial city. The voices of the ministers became louder and louder, and on this day, he was finally able to sit in the Golden Palace.

He looked humble and looked at the ministers below as usual.

After the queen was beaten by Wen Yao once, she never dared to step out of the room again. She was crazy all day long, and the fifth prince was a irresponsible person, so there was unprecedented harmony in the palace, and all officials were in danger against the second prince.

I am very grateful for the actions I stand up.

"Your Highness, do you have an idea now?"

Now it has become a deadlock. Wen Yao occupied three cities and stationed on the border of the Northern Song Dynasty. They have no choice but to do with Nanyan, and even more so to do with Wen Yao.

The 100,000 army was gathered into Wen Yao's hands, and with the Thunder Army she already had, no one could stop it.

Mo Chengyin was not nervous at all. He had a smile on his lips and was elegant and calm.

"Don't panic, my ministers. Actually, I have some solutions, but I don't know if I can succeed."

"Please inform your Highness."

Mo Chengyin lowered her eyes, her eyelashes blocked a dark light in his eyes.

"Although Wen Yao took advantage of the power of the Thunder Army to temporarily trap a hundred thousand troops in the city, the 100 thousand troops were all soldiers selected by the Northern Song Dynasty, and each of them had more or less family members."

"family?"

The ministers looked at each other, not understanding what Mo Chengyin meant.

But the next sentence made everyone shudder, but they had to admire: "Since they have family members, they will not be loyal to Wen Yao. Just investigate and find some relatives who have the position of centurion or above,

They can completely obey our orders and resist Wen Yao to death."

Mo Chengyin's voice was very smooth, and this made everyone's hearts rise.

Using relatives to threaten the soldiers of the three armies is definitely a despicable method, but it seems that now, there is only one way to break through the siege.

"I know that all the ministers can't bear it, and they will feel that my idea is very low, but I am also considering the whole Northern Song Dynasty. If Wen Yao and the others brought 200,000 troops into the imperial city, then, no matter you are

The families of those soldiers are still dead."

No matter how despicable it is, it has to be said that this plan is indeed high.

Once those people found that their relatives were sent to the border and held hostage, they would probably try their best to cause trouble for Wen Yao. At that time, Jiangyang City and other places were like paper and broke with one blow.

After understanding this, no minister dared to speak any more. Even some honest ministers could not make any rebuttals with so many people.

So, the silence gradually spread. Mo Chengyin sat on the dragon chaise and gently touched the dragon head next to him: "Since that's the case, then do what I said, come..."

With the order, he immediately arranged for people to search and arrest. Not every soldier could find relatives, but most of his identities and backgrounds were still easy to read.

A shocking conspiracy was brewing in the imperial city, but Wen Yao ignored it and was working hard to improve his strength.

In the third month of occupying the three cities, everything has been on track and is well-behaved.

Some former generals of the Northern Song Dynasty were subdued and included in the Thunder Army. Those who were not convinced would train them in different ways every day.

Time flies, and the flash of time passes. Wen Yao spent the three most free months after the time travel. There is no imperial power, no struggle, and only endless freedom and joy.

Wen Hu's Drunken Shirt is lively in Jiangyang City, and the lives of the people are gradually getting better, reducing taxes, and in the early spring season, everyone is full of energy.

They don’t care who the people sitting in high positions are. It’s enough for the people to feel that someone brings them benefits and allows them to continue to live.

He also cleared out some landlord leaders who oppressed the people and supported some ordinary people who could not afford to eat. Wen Yao's prestige among the three cities reached a high point in a short period of time.

Seeing that Zhengyang Festival is coming, every household in Jiangyang City is decorated with lights and colors, which is very lively.

In the evening, Wen Hu took Ying'er and others to run directly to the city lord's mansion, and brought a bunch of children to invite Wen Yao to attend the evening lantern festival.

Wen Hu said: "This is the tradition of Jiangyang City. At that time, there will be many people riding dragon boats by Yangquan. Should Your Highness the Princess go and have a look with us?"

Ying'er nodded, her voice soft and loud: "Sister Yao'er, my brother and I have never seen such a lively festival. Can you accompany us?"

Wen Yao rubbed Ying'er's head: "Okay, it happens that I'm fine tonight."

She had just walked back from the school ground, and her body was still covered with a little sweat.

She has not been idle for the past three months, because the war is imminent, and Wen Yao is always preparing to improve herself.

But she always has to be relaxed and not live tightly every day. She looked back at the corridor not far away and saw a figure waiting for her.

It was getting late, and it was time for dinner, so Mo Dongliu probably came to her to see that she didn't go to have a meal.

She lowered her voice and said to Wen Hu: "You guys wait for me here, I'll clean up and come over immediately."

The boy nodded and led a group of orphans of all sizes behind him, carrying a few lotus lanterns that had not yet been lit.

Wen Yao walked in quickly and stepped forward to grab Mo Dongliu's wrist: "There are fun tonight, so let's join in the fun."

Mo Dongliu was stunned. Before he could react, he was dragged out of the door. He had already gotten into the carriage. He had time to say, "Do you have silver?"

Wen Yao was stunned. She had just returned from training, so she remembered to bring such things: "It's okay, I'll get to Wen Hu in a while."

She curled her lips and smiled slightly, not caring about this at all. Mo Dongliu saw her eyes shining with eyes and looking expectant, and took out a few large silver notes from her sleeve: "What do you think of someone else?"

Wen Yao took it without any mind and smiled: "What kind of money should I bring? Just take it with you. Not only will I have money to spend, but I will also help me carry things."

Mo Dongliu felt that he was being used thoroughly.

When the two arrived, the sky was completely dark. Opposite Yangquan was Jiangyang River. The small river running through the city was all shining lanterns.

Along the way, Wen Yao bought a lot of small gifts for the children. These things were put together and almost crushed Mo Dongliu.

Wen Hu also carried a lot of them on his hands, but after looking at Mo Dongliu who was full of clutches with both hands, he couldn't help but say, "National Master, you are old, I'd better bring it up."

When Mo Dongliu heard the four words "age" and "height", he felt the corners of his mouth twitching violently.

"Need not."

He is not really a seventy-eighty-year-old. If he can't handle this, he will definitely make the girl Wen Yao laugh at it.

Seeing that he was holding on, Wen Hu no longer forced himself. Everyone came to the river all the way. The children rushed up immediately and placed the lanterns in the river.

The moonlight shone, candlelight filled the lake, and there were pedestrians wandering around the river. Wen Yao was squeezed among a large crowd and simply covered his face with powder, so it did not cause much sensation.

Wen Yao looked sideways and saw the soft light emitted from the iron mask. He took the initiative to hold Mo Dongliu's hand while others were not paying attention.

"Go, come here."

She found an uninhabited pavilion, and from here she could see the lake. The breeze blew away the heat of the day and the noise became much smaller. From a distance, it was filled with a feeling of quietness in the years.

Mo Dongliu put down the things in his hand and gently hugged Wen Yao into his arms.

"I've prepared some things for you."

"What?"

Mo Dongliu didn't say anything, but raised his head and stared in one direction. Just as Wen Yao came to his senses, a firework bloomed on the dark sky.

In the blink of an eye, the night was bright and the fireworks exploded.

The light in Wen Yao's eyes flashed with the light and shadow, and she couldn't help but stand up and look at it from afar.

So beautiful.

very nice!

Mo Dongliu lowered his eyebrows and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips. He took advantage of Wen Yao's inattention and gently kissed her ear.

She quickly covered her earlobes with her hands, her cheeks slightly hot.

"Mo Dongliu, I never thought, who did you learn these from?"

Mo Dongliu chuckled: "Is it necessary to learn what you do? "

He is not that romantic person, but it is easy to do whatever he can to do to make her happy.

Wen Yao's heart was aroused, everything was brewing quietly, and the warmth gradually soaked in her body and mind made her feel hot.

She blinked her eyes and looked at the face of the person in front of her, curled her lips slightly and said, "Mo Dongliu, you seem to be someone I know."

Mo Dongliu raised his eyebrows: "Hmm?"

Wen Yao smiled and thought about it: "It's the kind that looks dull on weekdays, but occasionally it's coquettish and no one can match..."

Mo Dongliu's eyes gradually became dangerous: "Are you praising me?"

The smile at the corner of Wen Yao's mouth had not disappeared yet. He was about to answer Mo Dongliu's words when he suddenly heard a noise in the distance.

The sound came from a long way, and even they were affected. Wen Yao got up and jumped into the pavilion, and saw the crowds on the Jiangyang River were extremely chaotic and screamed in pain.

She had no idea what was going on, so she looked at Mo Dongliu and rushed down from the hillside quickly, but saw that the water on the lakeside had been dyed red and flowed downstream along with the lotus lanterns.

Wen Yao frowned and grabbed a commoner: "What's going on?"

The people were so scared that their legs and feet were weak, and they pointed to the direction not far away: "I killed someone, I killed someone!"
Chapter completed!