Chu Qiao's biography of Yuan Chun and Yan Xun

The first snow of winter finally covered the ground profusely. Yan Xun sat in the first place and frowned as he watched the generals below quarreling with each other.

"My lord, forgive me for speaking bluntly, the new emperor of Wei is the seventh son of the former emperor, with a gentle temper. This letter also shows that he wants to vindicate the old lord. Why don't we accept the peace negotiation?" The white-haired old man who spoke was called Mu Qingfeng. He has a very high status among the Yanbei nobles.As soon as he opened his mouth, there were many voices of support.

"Yes, yes, my lord, this is a world of ice and snow, and we should also consider our soldiers. If we really continue to march, our army's food and grass supply will be insufficient!" It is a great thing for the old prince to be rehabilitated, why should we take such a big crime." "My minister also agrees, my lord, if we really continue to go north, we will really become sinners through the ages, and we will be stigmatized forever!"

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Yan Xun looked coldly at the words of these old ministers persuading him to surrender overtly and secretly, and motioned to Yuanqing, who nodded and then clasped her fists together, "Your Majesty, I think we should continue to go north. It’s called repaying the father’s debt, which is justified.”

As soon as Yuanqing's words came out, many passionate young generals immediately agreed.Great Wei is now seriously injured, and the new emperor of China is ascending the throne. The situation is unstable, and there is a big beam watching over him. The letter sounds good, saying that they want to negotiate a peace. In fact, the regulations clearly require them to surrender, and then work for Great Wei. Being a horse, those elders are getting old, they only want to be stable, and they dare not offend Wei, they dare.The old prince and the first emperor were sworn brothers, but they ended up like this in the end. The great Wei emperor cannot be trusted. If they want to make contributions, they should support the young prince as the king, and be the founding hero of the new dynasty from the merits of the dragon!

Yan Xun quietly listened to the dispute between the two sides, pulled out the scabbard, closed it again, pulled it out again, and closed it again.The old minister left behind by his father is really loyal to his surname, not to him.Now he has the support of the Xiuli Army and the Eight Grasslands, so it doesn't matter if he doesn't need these people.But I'm afraid that these guys who rely on the old and sell the old will be someone else's chess piece and it will be bad for him.Also, these people had supported their father after all, if he did too much, he would definitely lose his support.

Forget it, let me spare my life.

The noise of the dispute gradually subsided, and everyone found that the king sitting above had not said a word. In this strange atmosphere, everyone fell silent.

Yan Xun stared at Mu Qingfeng, his tone was gentle, but his voice was a bit cold, "I remember, the military division is fifty and three this year?"

This question came quite suddenly, the old man was not sure what the young prince was thinking for a while, but he still answered honestly, "Yes, the old minister is in his sixtieth year, please worry about it."

"Well, it is indeed the age to retire." Yan Xun ignored the expressions of the people below, and changed the topic, "Here, the old general Mu worked hard for Yanbei, and he was unwell. He gave a special reward of one thousand taels and a hundred acres of fertile land. Resign from office and go home to retire."

"This, my lord, old minister"

Yan Xun waved his hand and ordered, "Come here! Escort the old general back!"

"promise!"

Yan Xun swept across the rest of the people, and said in a deep voice, "The food and grass we brought this time is enough for another month. Send an order to set up camp first, and continue marching when the snow is slightly lighter. We must reach Hongchuan City within half a month!"

"promise!"

The wind and snow were raging outside, but the Plum Blossom Hall in Yan Wang Mansion was warm and harmonious. The flames in the octagonal glazed lamps were beating softly, and the sweet plum blossoms were burning in the small beast furnace. pillow, opened the envelope, and looked at it carefully, his letters always began with a sentence, Chun'er, and the end of the letter was always a sentence, Husband, Yan Xun.I bent the corners of my mouth, imagining His Highness Shizi's stern face writing love words, and smiled.

I put the letter into a small box and stuffed it on the top of Duobao Pavilion. I counted my fingers. Yan Xun had been away for half a month. He had sworn at the beginning that he would be back in ten days. In fact, I knew that was Unrealistic.Yanbei's burden now rests entirely on his shoulders, and there are still many dissatisfied people in the army. As the heir of the Dingbei Houfu, he will definitely be busy outside for a long time before the matter is settled.

I touched the gentle and honest little jade rabbit in my hand, feeling a little sad.I have almost done what I should do as a god of death. In this life, my elder brother and mother concubine are also alive safely. The fate of Chu Qiao and Yu Wenyue has also developed as in the previous life. I have met my wish for a long, long time. people, have no regrets.

This body is slowly weakening, I nest in the quilt, I don't know if I can survive this severe winter.The snow outside the Nuan Pavilion gradually increased, my eyelids became heavy, and I slowly fell asleep.

The Bianhua flowers in the underworld are in full bloom, and the undead who walked up the Wangchuan lined up to receive the improved version of Meng Po soup handed over by Po Meng, and drink it under the kind eyes of an old mother. Down, and then forget the past, re-enter reincarnation.

Lord Pluto is still dressed in black, wearing a mask that covers his entire face, revealing a pair of obsidian eyes, unblinkingly looking at the fluffy object in his hand, a snow-white tail, and below it is a piece engraved with swallows. Words, some years old jade pendant, this was her favorite thing, he secretly hid it with selfish intentions.He always believed that one day he would find her, but he found her, but he didn't dare to tell her his name.

He has been in charge of the underworld for tens of thousands of years, but he is an out-and-out coward. He dare not see her, dare not recognize her, dare not keep her.Her obsession has disappeared, but his obsession will live with him until he falls.Chun'er, Chun'er, no matter what decision you make in the end, I will always offer God's blessings to you in the underworld, and wish my little girl a happy life and a long life.

On this day, the withered tree that had been rooted in the black soil of Hades for thousands of years bloomed.The pink petals fluttered down, adding a lot of vitality to the black Pluto's Mansion. The fragrance of the flowers spread to Wangchuan, and countless undead stopped and looked back. Even Granny Meng, who had always been through strong winds and waves, was surprised.

The mortal plum tree that has withered for a thousand years is actually alive.

The author has something to say: Little Theater

About Meng Po's Soup

Meng Po: Come, come, try my new flavor, durian stinky tofu, herring, boiled radish, cabbage and orange, (^o^)/~

Undead: ...Eldest sister, are you sure you don't try the new flavor yourself before launching it?

Meng Po: You are welcome, drink more (kindly face) I also added some honey and mustard, O(∩_∩)O

Undead: Ya Die, don’t,,, we don’t want to die again QAQ

The author said: Ah, another peaceful day.

All the undead: Pooh!