The great rivers and mountains fell into the hands of foreign enemies. The barbarians regarded the Han people in the Central Plains as pigs and dogs, and wanted to loot, burn and kill. In the past two years, natural and man-made disasters in the north have continued one after another. On their march, they often saw many villages destroyed by war, ten rooms and nine empty spaces, and bones exposed in the wilderness on the roadside.
If we still have to negotiate for peace, what are the soldiers and soldiers on the front line who are blood-soaked, and the people who still look south to the king to the death
Yan Xiaohan walked to the table, picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the playing table, and said calmly: "Indeed, the arrow is on the string, even if Jinling is making a lot of noise, it cannot withdraw the overwhelming army. The initiative is in our hands, and the southern court said it doesn't matter, don't pay attention to them."
Now Guanghe is surrounded by four armies of Beiyan, Tianfu, Jiangnan, and Xiangzhou, and further east, there are three military governors, Chen Bingxiangzhou, from Huainan, Jingchu, and Suizhou. Except for the Jiangnan Army and the Tianfu Army, which were nominally owned by the Jiangnan court, other military envoys and local generals had been "self-reliant" long before the establishment of the new dynasty. Now that the hero makes the situation, whoever has a hard fist speaks, and the adults in Jiangnan shout with joy, it is not as effective as Fu Shen's order.
"The rotten Confucian wronged the country," Fu Shen sighed with emotion, craned his neck and looked at the table, "What are you writing at night?"
Yan Xiaohan put down his pen, turned around and picked up the cloth towel on the side and put it on Fu Shen's feet, picked up the wooden basin and went out to pour water, and replied casually, "It's nothing to play the table for the imperial court. Lay down quickly, don't freeze. ."
When he lifted the curtain, there was a gust of wind, and the pages of the paper were flipped. Fu Shen didn't want to take a peek at it, but his eyesight was too good.
The moment he saw it clearly, his heart suddenly beat inexplicably. Panic, but not chaotic, on the contrary, there is a kind of clear and broad vision.
Only six words were written on the playlist - "I would rather die in battle than negotiate peace".
When Fu Shen just returned to Beijing, Yan Xiaohan still called himself a "treacherous rookie", and he was still a hawk dog of the imperial court that was condemned by the people of the world. However, with the passage of time, after the strong winds and rains, the integrity was changeable, and the loyal bones were easily broken, but he was one of the few. The straight man still standing.
Now, who would dare to say that he is a traitor who only flatters his favor and harms the loyal and good
There was another noise, and Yan Xiaohan came back from outside. Fu Shen wrapped himself in the warm quilt, sighed comfortably, and called out, "Menggui."
"Huh?" Yan Xiaohan was washing his hands, turned his head and asked, "What do you want?"
Fu Shen: "I want you."
Yan Xiaohan was caught off guard by being hit at the center of the mouth, stunned for a moment, then smiled again. He dried his hands, undressed, went to bed, and lay down beside Fu Shen: "What are you doing?"
Fu Shen came over, kissed him on the tip of his nose, and said confidently, "Don't do anything, just make out with my wife, can't you?"
Yan Xiaohan pulled him firmly into his arms, lowered his head to look for his warm and dry lips, and gave him a threatening push: "Call me again, I think you don't want to sleep anymore."
Fu Shen's sweet words didn't have time to show, they were blocked by him into a vague and subtle whimper. In the cold winter night, the two of them were getting hotter and hotter, until Yan Xiaohan felt that he couldn't hold back the fire any longer, so he was able to let go of him. Fu Shen saw sweat on his forehead, and gave a heavy laugh: "It's not me, Madam, you are a little too energetic..."
"Who's to blame?" Yan Xiaohan pulled his hand into the quilt and sighed, "My lord, you can quickly bring down the capital, so that I can go home and do whatever I want. No matter how much you kill or bury, I really can't help but kill Zhongliang."
Fu Shen let out a low moan, gritted his teeth and said, "You don't want to do whatever you want? Do you still want to go to heaven?"
The long winter nights in the twelfth lunar month can fly by as quickly as a spring night.
It snowed in the middle of the night last night. When Fu Shen woke up early in the morning, it was still dark outside, and the world was covered in silver. Yan Xiaohan should have just got up, but the other side of the bed was still warm. Fu Shen propped his head up and slowly woke up and took a nap. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the sable fur hanging on the side was gone. He expected that he was going back to the Tianfu Army camp first, so he put on his clothes and got out of bed. Camp tour.
Before his feet landed, he heard footsteps coming from the door. Yan Xiaohan stepped into the door, put the steaming bowl in his hand on the table, pinched Fu Shen's earlobe with his hot red fingers, and said, "I woke up really early, and I plan to call you when I come back."
Fu Shen reacted in hindsight, sitting on the bed and looking up at him: "Why did you go early in the morning? Didn't you return to camp?"
"Back to what camp," Yan Xiaohan leaned over and kissed his forehead, said warmly, "Have you forgotten what day is today? The Hou Ye has a happy birthday and a long life."
It was only then that Fu Shen remembered that today was indeed his birthday. It's just that he is busy with military affairs on weekdays, and it's not the whole life. This matter has long been forgotten by him. Besides, during these extraordinary times, no one was in the mood to celebrate his birthday, so Yan Xiaohan still remembered it for him.
"Thank you..." Fu Shen's throat was blocked, maybe because he just woke up, his whole person seemed a little stunned, and his words seemed unfamiliar and stiff: "I've been bothered."
Yan Xiaohan looked at him with a blank look on his face that he had never had a birthday, funny and sad, he couldn't hold back his itch and touched his head: "The year before last you were in Beiyan, last year you were separated from the north and the south, and this year it was easy to catch up. Now. I don't have anything to give you now. I cooked a bowl of birthday noodles for you. The craftsmanship is not good. The Hou Ye will appreciate it?"
Fu Shen nodded, stared at the slender figure who was going to give him a face, and thought silently, "I don't want anything, just having you is enough."
Yan Xiaohan was not humble, he said that he was "poor in craftsmanship" and the taste of the noodles was really just average. But don't say it's just "poor", even if Yan Xiaohan brought him a bowl of arsenic now, Fu Shen could swallow it without changing his face.
On this day, the generals who accompanied Fu Shen to patrol the battalion felt unprecedented pressure. A few days ago, the Hou Jingning, who had threatened to "wait for work" and "immobilize the enemy", suddenly analyzed the situation as if he was stimulated by something. From the deployment of troops in Yuanzhou all the way to how to capture the capital as soon as possible, there is a possibility that the whole territory will not be recovered within three months, and they will ask them to come forward.
Xiao Yu poked Yu Qiaoting with his elbow, and asked in a low voice, "Has the general fallen for evil?"
Yu Qiaoting's face was solemn: "I think 80% of the time it was Yan who poured him a bowl of ecstasy soup."
Fu Shen cast a cold glance at the two of them: "I received news from Jiangnan last night that the Tarzhe two tribes sent envoys to Jinling to propose a peace proposal. They should use the Yellow River as the boundary to divide the north and the south, and they should also become friends with our dynasty. I I think everyone here, no one wants to give these wolf cubs lucky money every year, right?"
The generals immediately put away their laughter, and their expressions were awe-inspiring.
"Start after the New Year. As long as Yuanzhou and Xiangzhou are conquered, the capital will have no barriers. Recovering the Central Plains within three months is not an empty talk," Fu Shen put down the map in his hand and said solemnly: "Everyone, when the capital was defeated, the North was defeated. The shame of Xinjiang's fall, now, it's up to me, Beiyan Iron Cavalry, to wash the snow with my own hands."
On the annual New Year's Eve, even though the world is difficult and the north is depressed everywhere, there are still sporadic sounds of firecrackers in the city from time to time. For most Han people, no matter how difficult life is, the New Year will always pass.
Outside the city, under the pitch-dark sky, there are thousands of iron cavalry with awe-inspiring killing intent.
I don't know what kind of prosperous scene in Jiangnan this night.
The generals of the four armies gathered in the open space in front of the camp, making their final deployment before the war. After they finished speaking, Yan Xiaohan called a personal soldier, distributed a bowl of hot wine to each of them, and said, "This wine is for everyone. May God bless our army and win this battle."
All the generals raised their bowls and made a crisp sound in the air, and said in unison: "God bless our army, we will win!"
The spirits entered his throat, boiling the blood of his whole body. The others returned to the army, only Yan Xiaohan took a step slower. Fu Shen seemed to see his plan, raised his eyebrows and smiled, "Is there anything else you want to tell me alone?"
The corners of his eyes were steamed with a thin layer of red from the wine, and his smile was not as cold and hard as usual, but with a little bit of warmth. Yan Xiaohan knew that the time was wrong and the occasion was wrong, but he couldn't help but feel his heart tremble.
He was most reluctant to watch Fu Shen go to the battlefield, but it was undeniable that this was actually the most frustrating appearance for him.
"New Year's Eve, it's time to say some auspicious words," Yan Xiaohan raised a glass to him from a distance, "May the family and country be peaceful, and the prosperous world is peaceful."
Fu Shen was slightly startled, then lowered his eyes, seemed to sigh, and seemed to be smiling.
He raised his glass in return, his voice was not loud, but when it fell into the wind, Yan Xiaohan could hear every word clearly.
"I would like to stay together for a long time, and the king will grow old."
After he finished speaking, he drank the remaining wine at the bottom of the bowl and stepped into the boundless night.