(Before 12: 00 AM, Chapter 2. Before 4: 00 AM, Chapter 3. Is there a fourth chapter? To be determined.)
The Zijin Palace had a Temple of Discipline that overlooked the entire city. The top floor was a library. Outside the building, there was a stone carving of a dragon spitting water. Sweet Potato's aunt had planted five crabapple trees. Hsu Fengnian had moved from the Qingming Courtyard to the library in the Temple of Discipline for the past few days. He often stood by the window for hours. Sweet Potato could live leisurely in Wutong Garden like a koi swimming in water, but she definitely could not do so in Dunhuang. Now, seventy to eighty thousand people had to look up to her. She was like a young empress ruling from behind a curtain. Although she had a group of capable female officials from the Zijin Palace to help her deal with political affairs, the entanglement of Dunhuang's various powers was a mess. Everything needed her to make a final decision. Fortunately, Hsu Fengnian did not let her stick to his side. There was no wall in the world that did not have a crack. Even if this wall was the wall of the Emperor's house, it could not be concealed. From time to time, Hsu Fengnian, who was secretly wandering around the palace, felt an undercurrent surging. The tendrils extended outwards and then fed back into the palace. Hsu Fengnian did not know if this was the norm for Giant Immortal Palace and Dunhuang. When he asked Sweet Potato, she said that Dunhuang had always been under her aunt's control. When the devil Luo Yang was outside the city, Dunhuang was like a plate of loose sand. The powers that were indebted to her aunt all watched as she left the city alone and returned with heavy injuries. After Luo Yang left, she did some icing on the cake. As for the common people, most of them saw it as a matter of course. You are the Lord of Dunhuang City. If you don't take action, who will? If you die, it's just a change of master. If the city is breached, no matter how much Luo Yang kills the innocent, seventy to eighty thousand people will not be able to kill us, right? If we change masters, at the very least, everyone will suffer together. It's better than standing out and being slaughtered by the devil. Hsu Fengnian laughed when he heard this answer.
At that time, Sweet Potato asked, "If one day Beiliang's 300,000 Steel Cavalry failed to defend the northwestern border, and the millions of Beiliang's citizens surrendered without a fight, or even surrendered to Beimang and turned against Beiliang's army, would Young Master's heart turn cold?"
Hsu Fengnian asked, "What would you do if you were me?"
Sweet Potato brushed her lips with her finger and said with a smile, "If this servant is like you, the King of Beiliang, and such a thing really happens, it's fine if I don't see it. If I see one, I'll kill one."
Hsu Fengnian sighed and said, "You being the Master of Dunhuang City is a bit of a waste of talent."
Sweet Potato mentioned that five hundred li to the north of Jinxi Province were the ruins of the Wu Family's Nine Swords Massacre of Ten Thousand Cavalry. Xu Fengnian then had the thought of leaving the city. That night, on the dragon throne in Giant Immortal Palace's main hall, she wore a dragon robe and sat high up on the dragon throne, assuming the posture of a monarch overlooking the world. If an older important official of Northern Mang's imperial tent saw this scene, they would only mistake it for the empress regaining her youth. It was late spring, and the night was absurd. Fortunately, there was no morning court in Dunhuang City. Before dawn, they returned to the Qingfeng Courtyard and took a bath together. Hsu Fengnian was helped by her to put on the Black Mountain scholar's white robe. He carried the book case on his back. Sweet Potato circled the robe twice to check for flaws and fill in the gaps. She only wanted to be perfect. When she couldn't find any fault, she said with a look of pity, "You look like a scholar with a mind full of poetry and books. It's very nice, but the purple python robe is even better."
Hsu Fengnian patted the Spring and Autumn Sword and said softly, "Don't send me off."
Sweet Potato shook her head and said, "Send him to the Gate of Wishes."
When they arrived outside the Gate of Ksitigarbha's Gate of Wishes, Sweet Potato said that she wanted to send him ten li away. Hsu Fengnian said helplessly, "If you send him off like this, we'll just go straight back to Beiliang."
Sweet Potato carefully groomed Hsu Fengnian again and asked, "You really don't want the Night Jade Lion? Even if you're afraid of being too eye-catching, you can just find a good steed to ride on. If you get impatient, you can just throw it away. "
Hsu Fengnian shook his head and said, "We still don't know who's going to take care of who. Walking is still the easiest. Once we've developed feelings for each other, I can't bear to throw it away just like that. "
Sweet Potato said softly, "Take care, young master."
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said, "You should also return to Beiliang as soon as possible. I'll still say the same thing. I don't care how important Dunhuang City is in Beiliang's plans, I want you to live well."
Sweet Potato lowered her eyebrows and said, "I understand."
Hsu Fengnian thought for a moment and continued, "Watch the little eunuch Tong Guan from the sidelines for another two or three years. After that, send him to the House of Imperial Edict. You'll have to spend more effort on this child's literacy and martial arts foundation building. You can say that you'll be free to raise him, but you can't completely ignore him and leave him to fate."
Sweet Potato smiled and said, "Don't worry, young master. Dong Shou will definitely surprise Dunhuang City in the future. There are a few secret manuals in the Sutra Depository that are suitable for him to practice. He's lucky."
Hsu Fengnian nodded and said in a low voice, "I hope there's one more person in the world who works hard. The heavens won't let him down."
"Let's go."
Hsu Fengnian turned around and waved his hand with his back facing Sweet Potato, who was dressed in embroidered robes and whose sleeves were as big as hibiscus.
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