The Tree Is Evergreen

He is the eleventh prince of the Western Dynasty, Li Jiaojiao in the arms of the Seventh Prince Ji Changqing. In the court hall, Li Jiaojiao was wearing a black gold dragon robe today. She did not sit down anymore, but stood up leisurely, extinguished the candle that was about to burn out in the corner of the hall, and listened to the verdict given to him by everyone. "Ji Li, how dare you withdraw the military rations without permission! Do you ever remember who allowed you to live and who gave you the high position you have today? You are so ungrateful and ignorant, how can you have the face to continue sitting on that dragon throne? You are not worthy of being a king!" "Those who are unfaithful and unjust will not end well!..." In the court hall, the accusations from the officials came like a tide, every word was like a sword, and every sentence was like a sword. However, Li Jiaojiao - no, Ji Li at this moment just raised her eyes slightly, her eyes as calm as a deep pool. He smiled softly, his voice low and indifferent: "Are you done?" Seeing that no one spoke, the man paused and thought for a moment. "Are you talking about Ji Changqing?" Ji Li's words were calm and deep, as if he was talking about an insignificant person, "You all prefer him to be in power. It's a pity that things in this world are never controlled by people's hearts. He can't come back." … The lightless city is damp and cold, and the sky is dark for days. The defenders in the city were already exhausted, lacked food and grass, and had low morale. "Your Majesty, the food in the capital has not been allocated at all." A general wearing iron armor stepped into the camp with a solemn face and heavy steps, with a hint of urgency and helplessness in his voice. "If this continues, sooner or later the brothers will be eaten alive by Lizhou's troops." Ji Changqing sneered and said in a low voice: "The city roads have been broken down one after another, and eczema is everywhere in the city. General, tell me why this is?" "Your Majesty is saying... That the defense plan has been leaked?" A veteran with white beard and hair, eyes flashing with disbelief, denied immediately with a trembling voice, "Impossible! I have been cautious all my life and never neglected these key things!" Even if there were still people who didn't believe it, a traitor was still caught, and that person was tied up and kneeling on the ground. He refused to plead guilty, but only raised his head when he saw Ji Changqing, with a provocative tone, "Good morning, Seventh Prince, Your Majesty asked me to give you a message. The pear blossoms in Wuguang City will not bloom, and next year, the pear blossoms in the Seventh Prince's Palace will not bloom again." Pear blossom? Ji Changqing's heart trembled suddenly, and he repeated in a low voice, "Lihua..." As if he understood, the man's mouth raised a sarcastic smile. He has fought on the battlefield throughout his life and has never experienced defeat. No one in southern Fujian is afraid of his edge. He said, how could there be pear blossoms in winter and undefeated flowers in a place like Wuguang City? But it turns out that all this is just a self-directed and self-acted fantasy, an empty dream. Ji Changqing vaguely remembered that the sun was just right that day and the breeze was not dry. He gently stroked Li Jiaojiao's silky hair and said the funny words: "I heard that there is a city in the south. In winter, pear blossoms bloom all over the city. Does Jiaojiao like it?" "Lizhou is just a piece of meat in my Western Dynasty's mouth. They understand the situation clearly. Can I let them personally offer it to Jiaojiao?" Ji Changqing's words contained a trace of imperceptible caution and gentleness, "Okay, now that Jiaojiao has spoken, I will personally lead the army to seize this Sunless City and promise to give it to Jiaojiao as a birthday gift." … Only now did Ji Changqing realize that it was his Li Jiaojiao who had used him as a bargaining chip to sacrifice to Lizhou. "Okay, my Li Jiaojiao is coming of age." Ji Changqing's voice was low and hoarse, with a hint of bitter laughter and self-mockery, "I originally thought that Jiaojiao was just angry and could be coaxed, but I never thought that he really wanted me to die." He turned to look at Zhou Min, his eyes as deep as night: "Zhou Min, tell me, why can't I treat him? When did he get tired of me?" Intention: growth, understanding