Cheng Qianye looked at Xiao Xiu standing in front of him. He hadn't seen him for several months. This young man was like a strong bamboo that had experienced a thunderstorm. He had grown taller and tanned his skin.
Gradually, he lost the immature feeling of a teenager and became more mature and steady.
She no longer looks so feminine, but has a sense of elegance and ease.
"Zhang Fu is really a strange man." Cheng Qianye looked at the letter Xiao Xiu brought from Jiangcheng. It was a secret letter written to her by Zhang Fu, the envoy of Zhili Nei. The letter not only explained in detail the current situation of Jin The various situations in the capital Jiangcheng also recorded some secret military affairs of neighboring countries, especially Haojing where Quanrong was located.
Zhang Fu even offered her a strange plan. If it could come true, Zhengzhou would be able to get it at their fingertips.
"In a complex environment like Jiangcheng, he not only did a job that others could not do, but also provided me with a steady stream of military supplies. He could also collect such detailed military information at the same time. He can be regarded as strategizing thousands of miles away. ”
"Xiaoxiu, since you can win the favor of Mr. Zhang, you should stay by his side and learn more from him."
"I have benefited a lot from being by your side. Xiaoxiu is here today thanks to your lord." Xiao Xiu knelt down and saluted, "Now I finally know that the world is so vast that it cannot be compared to the world in front of me. But in my heart, He will never forget his longing for that gentleman. He will always be in Xiaoxiu's heart. One day, he will see the efforts of his lord and Xiaoxiu and see a better Jin country. "
Cheng Qianye stretched out his hand to help him up: "I sent you to Jiangcheng because I didn't trust others to entrust some private letters to others. You can use this to get out of the grief of the past and have your current vision. It depends on you." It’s still you. I’m very happy for you.”
Cheng Qianye suddenly felt lucky that he was not cruel enough to kill this life.
Once you get used to killing, you may not be able to stop it. She always reminds herself not to become an unrecognizable person inadvertently.
After thousands of years of accumulation, mankind has reached a relatively equal level. I grew up in such an environment, and I cannot throw away thousands of years of accumulation in one go.
The greater the power in your hands, the more you should always remind yourself to remember your original intention and not despise any life, whether they are slaves, soldiers, or servants.
"Wei Mingshan is a man who fights bravely and uses soldiers like a god. He is a big worry in my mind. If Zhang Fu's plan can be successful, I don't know how much blood will be shed by our Jin soldiers." Cheng Qianye frowned slightly, "I just want you two People go deep into enemy territory and go to Haojing..."
"Both Mr. Zhang and Xiao Xiu are very happy to be able to share the Lord's worries and contribute to the country. The Sir asked me to tell the Lord that this plan will not be successful unless the Lord comes in person, and I hope that the Lord will approve it." Xiao Xiu said firmly.
Cheng Qianye no longer hesitated and made a decision: "Okay, tell Zhang Fu, be sure to find out the preferences of Queen Mother Wu Zang and Queen Liang of Quan Rong in advance. Remember to bring more rare treasures with you and use them everywhere after you go. Gold and silver, the safety of you two must be given priority, don’t save money for me.”
Time flies, time flies.
Seeing the melancholy fields dyed golden, the heavy ears of rice bent over in an instant.
The busy farmer collected the fruits of a year's hard work and piled them into the barn.
White snow began to fall from the sky, and when the dark brown land was gradually covered with silver light, the army that had been on the march for several months finally returned slowly.
Auspicious auspiciousness descended one after another. Looking past, I saw a world of silver and a universe of jade.
A majestic city could be seen faintly, like the ancient giant beast, with tigers and dragons crouching between the silvery white sky and earth.
The newly built city wall is solid and towering, with solid rammed earth, green brick veneer, and numerous watchtowers and towers.
The flag symbolizing the location of home flutters in the cold wind.
"I'm finally back. After a few months of expedition, our Bianzhou has changed a lot." The soldiers became excited.
Mo Qiaosheng reined in the reins and stopped to stare at the familiar yet unfamiliar city in front of him.
Bianzhou.
The place where the lord is.
Every night he was concerned about the place where his soul was.
The newly appointed commander Yang Sheng followed Mo Qiaosheng on horseback.
After many battlefields, this man who was willing to fight without his life has risen steadily in rank and title, and has now become Mo Qiaosheng's right-hand man.
At this moment, his mood was not as excited as that of an ordinary sergeant, but rather vaguely worried.
"General." He came to Mo Qiaosheng and said in a low voice, "I heard that there are some unfavorable rumors circulating in Bianzhou City today. General, can you be more cautious and leave some of your troops stationed outside the city? , just in case something unexpected happens.”
Mo Qiaosheng glanced sideways at him and smiled.
Yang Sheng has followed Mo Qiaosheng for so long, and this is the first time he has seen this general who is famous for his rigorous military management smile.
"A Sheng, you have never been in contact with the lord and do not understand him. Otherwise you would not have said such things." Mo Qiaosheng drove his horse forward.
Yang Sheng kept silent. For such a long time, he had been through life and death several times. He, who had always been unruly, recognized the general in front of him from the bottom of his heart.
He was convinced by this general, who was born a slave like him, in terms of military strategy, military control, and martial arts skills.
The general has a sincere heart for these brothers.
On the battlefield, his life and that of countless brothers were saved by General Mo himself.
He really didn't want to see the person he admired with all his heart showing such an undefended attitude towards the aloof monarch.
General Mo has always been a strategist on the battlefield, but he didn't expect to be so simple and upright in the court. I'm afraid it's not good for him to be like this. Unfortunately, I have no other choice now.
We can only hope that the lord is not a soft-hearted idiot who will destroy the city wall at the slightest rumor.
At the beginning of this summer, Mo Qiaosheng left here with 10,000 troops.
In late winter, he cleared the road from Bianzhou to Zhongmou, brought back 50,000 strong soldiers and horses, and returned to the city in a mighty manner.
When this illustrious general, wearing armor, appeared in the court hall.
There was a buzz of discussion among the civil and military officials standing in the hall.
Mo Qiaosheng knelt down and saluted, full of glory, accepting the king's commendation and reward.
It was the first time he set foot on this majestic hall.
The red-clothed guard chief standing in front of the palace looked at him with a slight smile. He was his brother Cheng Feng, whom he had a life-long friendship with.
General Yu and General Helan, who stood at the head of the military attache's queue, nodded to him with joy. They were their superiors who had always helped and encouraged them.
There were many officials above the hall that he knew or didn't know. They looked at him with admiration, appreciation, and more mixed with some other emotions.
But at this moment, Mr. Mo Qiao didn't care.
The only thing he cared about was the man sitting on the throne.
The man had his hair tied up in a jade crown and wore a brocade robe with dragon inscriptions. He was sitting on a high platform far away, staring at himself.
Why is this hall so empty
The distance between me and my lord is so far.
I couldn't even raise my head to take a closer look at the face of my lord that I hadn't seen for a long time.
Today, Mo Qiaosheng is an upright general, respected by his subordinates, loved by his colleagues, and commanding majesty on the battlefield.
However, he suddenly missed the time when he was a slave.
At that time, the master only needs to call gently: Qiao Sheng, come to me.
He can then fly away and be by the Lord's side.
The noisy court meeting finally ended.
Mo Qiaosheng stepped out of the palace gate, and familiar or unfamiliar courtiers passed by him and greeted him warmly.
Mo Qiaosheng responded cautiously.
Until the crowd dispersed, he stood alone on the steps made of white marble, looking back at the deep hall and majestic palace behind him.
The person he never forgets every night is among them.
But now, he has been knighted and became a general. But he could only take a step away from here and go to the general's mansion newly given to him.
Mo Qiaosheng sighed, turned around and walked towards the palace gate.
"General Hussars, stay here." A palace servant called to him.
"My lord is waiting for the general at Chaowu Palace. Please ask the general to go alone to see you."
Mo Qiaosheng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but smile.
Following closely behind the housekeeper, he climbed onto the terrace, passed through the open room, and walked along the long corridor. The excitement in his heart soared with his steps.
He walked faster and faster, even passed the palace man, and almost ran into the palace gate.
In that room, there was a tall and tall man wearing loose clothes and long robes.
Zheng turned around and said to him with a smile: "Qiao Sheng, come on, come to me."
Mo Qiaosheng felt that his eyes were moist.
"Hey, you're already a general, why are you still crying so much?" The man laughed.
…
The suburbs of Jiangcheng.
In a dilapidated mud house,
A young woman, carrying a child under one year old on her back, was sweeping the snow in the yard.
She heard some movement and looked up outside the courtyard door.
The dilapidated wooden door made a creaking sound, and outside the door was a world of snow and deserted people.
The young woman sighed.
All kinds of confusing news come from the village from time to time, which is worrying.
I really shouldn't have agreed to my husband's expedition in the first place. No matter how hard life is, it is always good for two people to be able to stay together.
In such a cold winter, I don't know what A Yuan is like on the battlefield.
"Mom, the millet porridge is ready. Let me take my brother in." The little daughter lifted the curtain and came out.
Just as she was about to take her brother from her mother's back, she stretched out her hand but froze there, looking outside the courtyard gate with her mouth wide open in surprise.
"What's wrong? Erya?"
Ajuan followed her daughter's gaze.
There was a tall figure standing outside the courtyard gate. The man was dressed in military uniform, carrying frost and snow on his shoulders, and there were tears in his eyes.
"Juan, I'm back."
"I'll pick you up. Go to Bianzhou."
"There are the fields and houses I earned for you."
…
On Guoyu Street, where civilians live in Jiangcheng, shrill cries came from a two-door tile-roofed house.
The official who delivered the obituary put down the belongings and rewards of Commander Han Shen, said a few words of relief, and left silently.
They have to go to several more houses like this.
A white-haired old woman hugged her young grandson and cried bitterly.
However, her daughter-in-law stared blankly at a piece of blue floral cloth among the relics, and stretched out her hands that were roughened by time and trembling.
Her man is a man with a bad temper, who beats and scolds her at every turn. He is a presence that scares her.
But when the man was gone, she suddenly realized that the sky above her had collapsed.
In this era of endless war, the man who sent military pay to his family every month was using his body to earn them a sense of stability.
With trembling hands, she touched the floral homespun cloth.
The officials who delivered the relics said that this was the wish of Han Shen's comrades-in-arms and Han Shen's last wish before his death.
The man who had never bought anything for himself in his life thought of buying himself such a piece of cloth before he died.
The woman covered her face, no, I can't cry.
If the man in the family is gone, I have to support the family.
He left fields and houses for me and my children in Bianzhou.
I can, I can feed my children and support my mother.
This home will not fall down.