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The sun was bright in the sky, with gentle breezes blowing. The troops returning to the capital marched in an orderly and orderly manner.

Qian Kun was worried, and waited until he was completely out of sight of the people before urging his horse forward and approaching the leader of the team.

Meng Jiao sat upright with a serious expression, wearing ink-black black iron armor and a fiery cloak on her shoulders.

The armor plates made of fine steel are tightly connected, and there are even hidden marks of swords and guns on them.

As the breeze blew, the cloak fluttered slowly like a fluttering battle flag, and all the people passing by felt it was majestic and solemn.

"General, will Prince Jing really not expose what happened last night? Do you want me to take precautions in advance?"

Thinking that she had not had time to show Qian Kun the letter from last night, Meng Jiao took it out from her bosom and handed it to him.

"Give it back to me right after you finish reading it."

Qian Kun took it and guessed who the owner of the letter was when he saw the content.

After all, apart from the royal family, who would know that the purpose of this return was to negotiate peace with foreign countries.

"Damn it! We fought so hard on the battlefield and finally managed to make Xiling barely survive, but now the old emperor is jumping out to talk about bullshit peace talks. How shameless!"

"If you want to scold, do it now. It will be time for others to come. Tsk, scold me but don't crumple the letter. Give it to me!"

Meng Jiao came closer, snatched the letter back and folded it.

Although she wanted to tame that man's awkward temper, she also wanted to let him know that she was serious.

As for the content of the letter, even if he didn't say it, he should have known it in his heart.

What's more, you will know it once you enter the city, it's just one day earlier.

It has been 62 years since the founding of Zhou Yuan. The old man was the first general who expanded the country's territory and had made great military achievements.

But the Qin family, from top to bottom, old and young, has a total of 36 people, who have been stationed at the border for more than 60 years.

What I got in return was not a glorious return home, not a return home in glory,

It's getting used to it, it's numbness, it's defense, it's the desire to get rid of it as soon as possible!

To this day, grandparents, fathers and mothers have died in battles and sacrificed their lives for the country.

Even her two poor brothers, in order to support the Qin family and to dispel the vigilance of the man on the throne,

He also died in the Battle of Yushui eight years ago without hesitation...

Everyone thought that the Qin family would inevitably decline, and the 30,000 Qin family cavalry would inevitably end up being divided up by various forces.

But no one expected that after her brother's death, Qin Mengjiao, who was only thirteen years old, would wear plain clothes, hold her baby nephew in her arms, and beat the drum that had not been sounded for decades.

That day, the area outside the imperial city was filled with people who had left after hearing the news.

They all felt sorry for the Qin family, and finally waited for the miracle they had been longing for.

The golden book is brilliant and dazzling, the money and iron certificates are blessed by the ancestors,

In front of hundreds of civil and military officials and tens of thousands of people, the emperor was forced to agree to the so-called ten-year agreement.

The hereditary title was also restored for the only male in the Qin family.

In the past eight years, there have been 1,139 battles, big and small.

Mengjiao has been hurt, but she has never lost.

In a blink of an eye, it was almost the last year of the ten-year agreement. Even if the old emperor did not call her back, she would come back on her own.

I don't know how my sister-in-law and nephew are doing now.

But thinking of that iron certificate, if the emperor is not stupid, he will not choose to touch these orphans and widows...

As for knowing that the master was afraid of her achievements, she still chose to keep a high profile on her way back to Beijing.

Firstly, her Qin family army has always been like this in front of the people. The military power is so mighty that it should be respected by all the people.

Second, water can carry a boat, but it can also capsize it.

If Zhou Yuan can't accommodate the Qin family, then she has been planning for many years to find someone who can accommodate them.

I thought I would have to search hard for a candidate, but I didn't expect that when I came back this time, I would meet a ready-made one, who happened to be related to the old emperor.

As for the Qin family taking the top position themselves, she had thought about it.

It was just that she couldn't ignore the Qin family's century-old reputation.

In the end, not only does it go against the old man's original intention, but he will also be accused of having his own army.

The spears flashed with cold light, and the horses' hooves clattered in unison.

The heroic female general was summoned back to the capital, but she insisted on returning with the spirit of a victorious army.

From the moment they entered the outer city gate, the common people who discovered that they were Qin's army began to follow them spontaneously.

Passing through the Xiannongtan and the bustling outer city, there are still people who are determined to follow, just to take a closer look at these soldiers who are defending their country.

In addition to the men in the crowd who were full of admiration, there were also many women with shining eyes who worshipped Meng Jiao, the King of Chang'an.

Zishu Hexuan was sitting on the second floor of the Qipan Street Posthouse, holding a celadon cup in his hand and looking at the man downstairs.

The tall and majestic warhorse, the majestic female general,

Stern expressions and a solemn and dignified team.

The person in front of me now is completely different from last night...

Just at this moment, a little girl about five or six years old suddenly jumped out from the crowd, her eyes clear, staring at Meng Jiao on the horse without blinking.

Although it was sudden, fortunately, their pace was slow.

Seeing that they were about to reach the inner city gate, Meng Jiao simply threw the spear to Nan Xiao and dismounted.

The child's mother rushed out from the crowd and awkwardly stepped forward to take the child away.

But the little girl looked up at Meng Jiao stubbornly and was unwilling to leave.

"Brother, brother, are you General Chang'an?"

Meng Jiao was stunned, and her heart was slightly hurt by the child's innocent words.

In this world, she is over 1.78 meters tall, and because of fighting, she has developed a body of muscular muscles and internal strength.

In the past, I only heard about women disguising themselves as men in novels, or traveling through time and space and having super powers to fight against hundreds of enemies.

But if she really fell into my hands, if she didn't have such a tall and strong figure to support her, she would have died countless times.

The impression that the people of the capital had of Meng Jiao was no longer that of the young girl in plain clothes.

Now, as time goes by, the little girl has grown into the King of Chang'an who fights for his country and never loses a battle.

Everyone knew that the soldiers from the Qin family would not do anything to the child, but at most they thought it would be great if she could send the babbling child back to the mother.

However, no one expected that

The dignified King of Chang'an, wearing armor and honors,

But for a kid whom he didn't even know, a kid who could be said to be so ordinary that he couldn't be more ordinary, he bent down and knelt on one knee in the street.

It was as if she was telling them with her own actions that they were no different and that she would always be their patron saint...

Meng Jiao knelt on one knee and aligned her gaze with the little girl.

He reached out and gently pinched her soft little face, his tone serious.

"Call me sister."

It wasn't just the common people who were stunned. Upstairs, Zishu He Xuan's hand, which was sipping tea, also stopped. He didn't know how to describe it for a moment.

When he was abroad, he was a general who defended his country and was well aware of the righteousness.

Inside is a hero who enjoys life with the people and has a delicate mind.

Qin Mengjiao, what kind of person are you?

Downstairs, the little girl nodded and called out "sister" sweetly, then turned around and asked her mother seriously,

"Mother, can I still marry General Chang'an when I grow up?"

The innocent words made people on both sides laugh. The girl's mother was so embarrassed that she didn't know how to explain it, and even her hands and feet were shaking.

"General, do not bear grudges against villains..."

Just when everyone didn't know how to persuade the little girl, Meng Jiao shook her head seriously.

"I'm afraid it's not possible to marry my sister, because she already has a lover.

But you can grow up quickly, the female soldiers of the Qin family cavalry will always welcome you."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Zishu Hexuan felt that when she said this, she seemed to turn her head and glance at him on the second floor...