After rebirth, the regent thought about the following crimes every day

Jun Changque was in a happy mood, as clear as ever.

It's great, he has more and more things around him.

Mo Yanzhuo looked at his smile and smiled too.

Jiang Chi watched their interaction, and a smile flashed in his usually calm eyes.

This good mood was broken when I heard the news from the court.

Wu Shang ceded two mines and land fifty miles away from the Jun Dynasty to the Jun Dynasty, and gave Wu Qin as a dowry to ask for the emperor's marriage.

He also requested a marriage to Prince Zheng, Changque, in exchange for twenty years of peace between the two places.

The emperor said he would think about it, but his attitude was not so firm at all.

It's really worth it to get two ores and so much land with Heqin.

The main reason is that they can use mining control and defense to invade the Yi tribe openly and openly, which can serve as a sharp knife in their hearts.

Moreover, the Jun family has many princes, and now the Ming Dynasty also has heirs.

In the eyes of most courtiers, nothing was lost in this transaction.

They all wanted the emperor to agree directly.

Mo Yanzhuo frowned: "If the emperor really decides to grant a marriage, what will your highness think?"

Jun Changque looked indifferent: "He is just blackmailing me, don't worry, if the marriage is really granted, then we have to see if Wu Qin is destined to enter Prince Zheng's Mansion."

Mo Yanzhuo asked, "Shall we go into the palace to have a look?"

Jun Changque nodded: "Yes, I have to go."

The palace seemed very lively.

*

Northern Xinjiang.

The north wind is howling, and the north wind going south is blocked by the mountain peaks. Compared with the capital, it is much colder here.

In the big tent, a deputy general ran in, frowning tightly: "General, the Yi tribe has recently begun to withdraw its troops, and it seems that they do not intend to continue the confrontation with us."

Yang Yuchen nodded: "I know, don't I know that their prince and princess are going to the Hajj? I heard that the princess will marry His Highness Prince Zheng. It must be that there is some progress in the court."

Thinking of the emperor's fear and suspicion of His Highness Prince Zheng, he had no doubt that the emperor would agree to the marriage for the slightest temporary benefit.

If it's up to others, he's their God of War.

He was a brave and fearless general who took the lead and led them to kill the Yi tribe in disgrace.

His Royal Highness Prince Zheng, whom they respected the most.

How could the Yi people be defiled?

Looking at Yang Yuchen's increasingly dark face, the deputy general sighed. They resisted the invasion of the Yi tribe for the dynasty and the people, but those who played with power stabbed them in the back.

So many of their brothers died, did they die in vain?

The lieutenant general said: "Isn't it possible? His Highness Zheng Wang hates the people of the Yi tribe the most, so he will definitely not agree to the marriage. Let's wait and see. His Highness Zheng Wang should have a way to refuse."

"I hope so," Yang Yuchen frowned, "but this will inevitably lead to the morale of the army being weakened and they will lose support."

Those in power don't care about the safety of the border or the life and death of the soldiers. Who are they loyal to?

If they fail to do so, those in power will have to let them down.

Yang Yuchen stood up: "In the past few days, we have still arranged for people to patrol to see if the Yi people are deliberately making concessions, so that we can relax our vigilance and take the opportunity to make a sneak attack. Also, the training of the soldiers cannot be relaxed, waiting for King Zheng Please tell me about the news from Your Highness.”

The deputy general stood up straight: "Yes, general."

After the deputy general left, he put on his armor and went to the city wall.

Outside the city, there is a sky full of yellow sand, stretching as far as the eye can see, a majestic and spectacular scenery.

But this is also the land that belongs to the Jun Dynasty.

Behind him, there are thousands of people.

They cannot relax or retreat.

The fireworks went up at night, and the soldiers were cooking.

The simple ingredients are also very delicious because the brothers enjoy them together.

After another round of inspection, he went to the recuperation room built for the wounded soldiers. The wounded soldiers were already asleep, and a figure came out of the dark night.

His heart moved and he followed.

In northern Xinjiang, the safest place is near the military camp. Military discipline is strict and the soldiers are self-restrained and respectful. They dare not infringe on the interests of the people and will not harm the people. This is why they are trusted and loved by the people.

The military and civilians are like fish in water, getting along harmoniously and being as warm as a family.

People who appear here at night will naturally not be afraid of any danger.

What's more, during the day, she would come with those women to take care of the wounded soldiers, just to make them feel better, and it should be the same today.

He gently opened the windproof door curtain and looked at the dark figure looking for something on the ground. He hesitated and walked in.

"What are you looking for? Do you want me to help you? My eyesight is better."

His voice was very low, but the sudden sound in the dark night frightened the woman to stand up suddenly, trip over something in panic, and fall to the side.

Yang Yuchen hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out his arm to hold the woman's waist, and when she stood firm, he quickly called her hand back.

He paused, lowered his voice and asked, "Are you okay?"

The woman's movements were always very small. In order not to wake up the wounded soldiers inside, she did not scream even if she was frightened by him.

She has always been tenacious, as if she was born to belong to this place, but he knew that the woman was a delicate young lady who came from those places in the capital and was raised in a boudoir. She was born noble and different from rough people like them.

The fingertips seemed to retain the touch of the other party's waist, and her fragrant and unsullied scent lingered in the air.

Thinking of what he was thinking, Yang Yuchen spurned himself: You have been in the military camp for a long time and have never seen a woman. How could you offend a lady like this?

Or is it that he is almost thirty and is so lonely that he has begun to miss his wife and children?

Hearing this somewhat familiar voice, Qiao Rongrong asked softly: "Is it General Yang?"

Yang Yuchen also relaxed his voice and said with a gentleness that he didn't usually have: "Well, it's me. I just finished my inspection and happened to pass by here. What were you looking for just now?"

He asked twice, and Qiao Rongrong confirmed his identity and didn't panic anymore. She said: "A hairpin is my mother's relic. Maybe I dropped it on the ground when I was busy during the day and didn't find it."

Yang Yuchen nodded: "Yes."

After he said that word, he searched around the room, his eyes fell on something, and he walked over and picked up the thing: "Look, is it this?"

This is the only woman's thing in this place, and presumably it belongs to her.

Qiao Rongrong stretched out her hand tentatively and fumbled for a while. Yang Yuchen brought the hairpin close to her fingertips. She took it accurately and touched the top of the hairpin. She was stunned for a moment and nodded: "That's it. Thank you General."

Yang Yuchen pursed his lips and said, "You're welcome. You helped the brothers bandage, wash and do a lot of things. It's my duty to help you."

Qiao Rongrong shook her head gently: "You protect us, we can only do small things, nothing much."