Kuaiwen is also a huge fan

Young man agreed to the girl named Xingxing.

When the branches were full of peaches, the young man took Xingxing back to the peach grove.

Pick the sweetest peach for Xingxing with your own hands.

In early April, there was a huge change in the DPRK. The prime minister colluded with foreign tribes to rebel and usurp the throne. There was irrefutable evidence. The emperor was so angry that he put the prime minister's family into a prison and executed him late.

As the daughter of the prime minister, the imperial concubine Song Ziwan could not escape the death penalty. The emperor sent the imperial concubine into the cold palace according to the imperial edict.

The emperor was dressed in black robes, sitting in a high position, closing his eyes and falling asleep. The court was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.

Not to mention the kneeling officials wearing official attire below.

The emperor's thin lips parted slightly, he played with the red rope in his hand, and inadvertently glanced at the kneeling official below.

Tsk, the little national master didn’t come today.

The status of Imperial Master is very free. He will only go to court unless there is something particularly important. He usually has privileges and does not have to go to court.

The state advisor predicts the country's power, and the state advisor rarely enters the court. This proves that the Nanyang Kingdom is prosperous, the monarch governs the country well, and the people live and work in peace and contentment.

"Where is General Meng?"

Meng Qingyue straightened his back and expressed solemnly.

"The little minister is here"

He certainly knew what he was about to receive.

The foreigners on the border were ambitious and began to invade the border from time to time. As a general, he naturally shouldered a heavy responsibility.

The foreigners attacked not only the city.

Or the lives of tens of thousands of people, and the life of my father.

"The border is in war and the people are displaced. I give you the Tiger Talisman. King Nie Zheng will serve as the military advisor for this march and will lead the army to set off tomorrow!"

"It's Your Majesty"

Shen Yuan and Meng Qingyue looked at each other and accepted the order.

Hufu is in charge of two-thirds of Nanyang Kingdom's troops.

The emperor gave it to Meng Qingyue so casually.

It is also an affirmation and trust in Meng Qingyue.

The Meng family has been assisting the king for generations with no second intention. Meng Qingyue's father died on the battlefield while fighting against foreigners.

This time, the spies reported that there were only more than 2 foreigners, and the emperor gave him 20 troops.

The emperor was using his own way to let Meng Qingyue take revenge personally.

Shen Yuan understood that as a military advisor, he was naturally thoughtful and proficient in the use of troops.

"Nanyang Kingdom is waiting for General Meng, and Commander Shen has returned in triumph!"

It was obviously cloudy and rainy the day before, but today the sky was clear and clear.

There was a young man lying on the bamboo chair. He was holding a scroll in his hand. The warm sunshine was shining on his body, and he squinted his eyes in comfort.

The iron-blooded general led thousands of troops to the frontier to put down the siege of foreign tribes.

All the people in Kyoto watched the army march away on the day of departure.

Meng Qingyue felt warm in his heart, aroused by the bloody battle of the soldiers, and their morale was high.

The young man wore a soft brocade cloak and stood on the high wall, watching the army march away and playing the blue flute.

The distant sound of the flute falls into everyone's ears and makes them feel relaxed.

This is the blessing of the national master to the army.

This battle is destined to be a complete victory.

Meng Qingyue did not look back, hiding the unknown emotions in his eyes.

With a whip, the horse neighed and ran forward.

Great love is important, as is the love between children.

When he returns in triumph, he will go to the young man's house in person. He will not return until he is drunk!

Shen Yuan turned back and looked at the young man on the high wall. The horse was moving slowly and the young man's figure was blurry. When he looked back, his neck was sore and the corners of the man's mouth were raised.

At least, he had touched the boy.

The petals of the peach blossom forest floated away, the sound of the flute disappeared in the wind, and the young man's appearance was reflected in his mind.

Today, there is no figure of the cowherd doll in the peach blossom forest.

After the song ended, the face of the young man standing on the high wall turned pale, and the blue flute was tied around his waist. No one noticed that there was a deep crack on the originally smooth green flute.

Is it colder in April than in March?

The young man was confused and looked up at the high sun, which stung his eyes and made him want to sneeze.

Lowering his head, his originally warm hands lost a bit of warmth, and he tightened the soft brocade cloak on his body.

The young man's back was thin and he was walking alone on the street.

I have to ask Xingxing to prepare a thicker one. This one is not warm.

The boy was thinking as he walked.

Not far away, the boy fainted and fell to the ground.

It has been two days since the army arrived at the border, and the morale of the soldiers has not decreased but has increased.

Meng Qingyue only brought [-] troops.

In half a month, with only a loss of less than [-] troops, they drove the foreigners back to their home base and won a complete victory.

That night, the bonfire was rising, and the soldiers sat on the spot and roasted a sheep given by the local people, with smiles on their faces.

Shen Yuan came out of the camp carrying a can of wine, his eyes fell on the crowd, and Meng Qingyue was nowhere to be seen.

No need to think about which tree this kid must be staying in.

The two had known each other since they were young martial arts practitioners, and he knew Meng Qingyue's urinary properties very well.

Then he turned and walked towards the woods. People who practice martial arts can see clearly at night. At a glance, they accurately captured the man sitting on a branch looking at the moon in a daze.

Shen Yuan jumped, landed firmly on another branch, and threw the wine at the man.

"Drink some. It took a lot of effort to get it. Don't waste it."

The man caught it, took a sip of wine, and sprinkled some on his clothes.

Shen Yuan looked at the spilled wine with some distress, "Forget it, forget it, you can drink enough when you go back tomorrow."

The moon is very full tonight.

It's almost summer and the nights are cool.

Meng Qingyue took another sip of wine, looking at someone through the moon with a nostalgic look in his eyes.

"Shen Yuan, I have revenge."

From the time he was nine years old, Meng Qingyue finally said these words.

"Well, I'll go home tomorrow."

on behalf of your father,

Go home.

Meng Qingyue smiled in relief and poured some wine on the ground.

"Respect heaven and earth, respect every soldier who died on the battlefield, and respect veteran generals."

"Don't pay respect. If you do, I won't have to drink."

Shen Yuan grabbed the wine and drank several sips quickly while looking at the few remaining wines behind Meng Qingyue's back.

The wine is brewed by local people and has great potential.

Shen Yuan had a good drinking capacity, but looking at the sleeping man leaning on a branch, Shen Yuan had a toothache.

You shouldn't come to him.

Shen Yuan accepted his fate and picked up the man, throwing him into the camp. He sat around the campfire for a while, looking at the firelight with twinkling eyes.

Sir, see you tomorrow.

Shen Yuan thought silently in his heart, unable to explain his emotions.

I just want to see the boy.

When passing by the peach blossom forest, the peach blossoms had withered, and there were many small fruits on the trees. It was already very long before the peaches matured.

When the army returned, the streets of Kyoto were bustling with activity. People stuffed some of their own vegetables into the arms of the soldiers.

Meng Qingyue and Shen Yuan were at the front.

The young man was still in the elegant teahouse room, with the same facial features as before, waving to the two of them.

The setting sun lengthened the silhouette of the army, making up for those soldiers who could not come back.

Xingxing is now following Lin Chujiu.

Ever since Lin Chujiu fainted on the street, she never let Lin Chujiu go out on the street alone.

However, Xingxing still doesn’t know who sent Lin Chujiu back.

The two stood together, one tall and one short, walking slowly on the street towards the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion.

A charming woman held an umbrella to block the sunset, standing on the arch bridge, looking at the young man's back, her red lips slightly raised.