This year's Mid-Autumn Festival has not been completed, and the new clothes of the Yao sisters are not used, because at the beginning of August, there are more than a dozen letters of 800 miles in the north of the urgent official document were sent to the front of the emperor, each of which is about the invasion of the tile spurs, and the urgent war report sent by the tenth day of August, the Chinese army has lost the battle again, and the tile spur has been less than two hundred miles away from Raozhou, Raozhou is the fortress in the north of China, if Raozhou is lost, the tile spur will directly wave the troops into the Beijing division, at this juncture, even the emperor is anxious to white, and who dares to celebrate blatantly among the people。 Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Isn't it quite possible to say anything at the critical moment! One by one, they will only say, 'The minister does not know', 'The minister does not know', 'The minister does not know', and the minister does not know, since I don't know, what is the use of me keeping you, they are all dragged out and cut down!" Emperor Yao waved down the urgent battle report on the imperial case for several days and smashed it on the head of the kneeling courtiers below.

"The emperor is angry!" the ministers only had this one sentence left at this time.

"Calm your anger, how do you let me calm my anger? The thieves are coming into the capital, and you will only call me one by one! None of you can come up with an idea?" Emperor Yao took the jade seal on the case and was about to smash it, but was stopped by the inner servant on the side.

"Please lead 50,000 troops and expel the thorns!" Song Chuanhong knelt down and asked for an order.

Emperor Yao's face looked a little better, and at the critical moment, only his own family could count on it, "Okay! I ordered you to be the generalissimo of soldiers and horses, and with your 100,000 elite soldiers, to crusade against the tile thorns, as for the deputy general and staff general, they are all appointed by yourself! Three days later, I will practice in the Shenwu Gate!"

"The minister's order!" Song Chuanhong knelt down to receive the order and thanked him.

After the next dynasty, Song Chuanhong returned to the mansion of the eldest princess of Zhaomin with the holy decree, and the eldest princess of Zhaomin understood as soon as she saw the bright yellow holy decree in his hand, "The emperor ordered you to go on the expedition!"

Song Chuanhong nodded, "It's going to leave in three days!"

The eldest princess Zhaomin nodded, signaling that she knew, "I'll let people pack their bags with you!" As she spoke, she called the girl to give an order, and the girl took the order, and only the two of them were left in the house.

Song Chuanhong sighed and said: "I'm gone, I can't come back for a year or two, the wind and rain have been smooth over the years, and the soldiers and horses that have been raised for a long time have been strong, and now they have crossed the Thorn Mountain in one go, and hit the city of Raozhou, and their morale has risen greatly, and this battle is not so easy to fight." ”

The eldest princess Zhaomin was stunned for a moment, "Since you have been going for so long, I am afraid that there will be few people around you to serve, the girl next to me, you can take which one is good! ”

Song Chuanhong's face turned red, "Where did I mean that! The girl next to you just kept it for herself! I ...... I'm worried about you at home...... After I leave, you don't want to go to the mansion over there, you are the eldest princess, you are the king, if you don't go, they can't help you! In short, you have to take care of this family and Qing'er at home!" After a pause, Song Chuanhong said again: "Take care of yourself too! The emperor asked me to appoint a deputy general by myself, and I will go to the study first!" After speaking, Song Chuanhong hurriedly went to the study. Looking at Song Chuanhong's back as he left in a hurry, Princess Zhaomin sighed lowly.

As soon as Song Chuanhong arrived in the study, Song Ziqing came in, "Say hello to my father!"

"Why did you come to me?" In Song Chuanhong's impression, this son has a very cold personality, except for his mother, no one is close, it is himself, sometimes he doesn't say a word to himself for ten days and half a month, and this is the first time he goes to the study to find himself.

"The son wants to go on the expedition with his father!" Song Ziqing said slowly.

"What?" Song Chuanhong was shocked and almost dropped the holy decree in his hand, the Song family was born as a military general, but now in Song Ziqing's generation, there are not many people who practice martial arts, and Song Ziqing is half of them, because he is both civil and military, his relationship with his son has always been cold, and occasionally he takes his homework, but it is only mediocre, so he still wants to go to the battlefield?

"The son said that the son will go with his father on the expedition!" Song Ziqing repeated again, this time biting out the "want" instead of "thinking".

Song Chuanhong saw that he was obsessed, and immediately said angrily: "Nonsense! Do you think it's fun to go to the battlefield? Just form a poetry club with you and make a few songs? On the battlefield, it's a fight for your life, you think it's child's play!"

"My son must go out with the army this time!" Song Ziqing said this sentence over and over again.

Song Chuanhong slapped the table, "Do you still dare to say? I said that if you are not allowed to go, you will not be allowed to go! You will stay at home for me honestly, and study with your third brother, what's wrong?"

Song Ziqing asked, "Why didn't my father let me go?"

Seeing that his son was no longer mentioning the words of going out with the army, Song Chuanhong's tone also softened, "You are still young now, you have never seen the cruelty on the battlefield, it is not as simple as you think; besides, where can a pampered son like you stand the climate in the north, where the wind is like a knife, and you can cut a hole in your body, you are just hot-headed! Go back! Don't join in the fun!"

"Father, I'm fourteen years old this year!" Song Ziqing looked at Song Chuanhong steadily.

Song Chuanhong was stunned for a moment, and after reacting, he couldn't help but feel a little angry again, "Fourteen is still young!"

Song Ziqing said again: "I know that the battlefield is not simple, and the arrangement of troops cannot just talk about soldiers on paper, although I have practiced martial arts and learned the art of war, but I dare not be arrogant, saying that if I go to the battlefield, I will definitely be able to win the battle! But I need a chance, a chance to turn paper talk into an actual combat exercise, a chance to prove that I can win the battle, and now it depends on whether my father will give me this opportunity!"

Song Chuanhong was shocked by the serious look in Song Ziqing's eyes, but he came back to his senses in a moment, "Just like you said, if you go to the battlefield, you can win, and it is good to win, but if you lose, you will lose your life! If you really go to the battlefield, if there is a case, what will you do with your mother?"

Speaking of the eldest princess Zhaomin, Song Ziqing was slightly moved, Song Chuanhong saw this, and made persistent efforts, "I have a son like you with your mother, you must not have an accident, otherwise, your mother will ......"

Song Ziqing had regained his composure and interrupted Song Chuanhong's words, "So I will protect myself and not let my mother have an accident!"

Song Chuanhong is a military general, he doesn't have so much patience to rub his lips with him, and when he sees that the soft one doesn't work, he will come to the hard one, "No matter what you say, I won't let you go!" After a pause, he said: "If you really want to follow Rong, you should stay in the Praetorian Guard for two years first!

"So, is the father unwilling to give his son this chance?" Song Ziqing asked rhetorically.

Song Chuanhong saw that his son did not eat oil and salt, and said angrily: "Why are you obsessed! I arranged it for your own good!"

Song Ziqing was unmoved, "Since the father insists on not allowing it, the son has no choice but to find another way!" After speaking, he bowed and withdrew from the study, leaving only Song Chuanhong who was angry and blew his beard and stared.

Three days later, Song Ziqing still set off with Song Chuanhong, because Song Ziqing entered the palace and begged the emperor, and I don't know what he said to the emperor, the emperor was willing to let the only son of the eldest princess join the army.

At this time, Song Chuanhong looked at Song Ziqing, who was sitting on horseback next to him, in addition to being angry, he was also a little sad, the young man was always easy to be attracted by those wars that symbolized force and conquest, they had not experienced real wars, so they were fearless, people who had really been on the battlefield were afraid of war, the real battlefield was either you die or I lived, such a bloody scene, everyone was red-eyed, the battlefield is purgatory on earth! Now that I want to take my son to purgatory, the complicated feeling in my heart is really indescribable.

Song Ziqing went out of the city gate with the army and marched to Raozhou, he didn't dare to look back, because on the city wall, there was still his mother standing, he was afraid that as soon as he turned around and saw his mother's tearful figure, he would shake the thought in his heart, he was afraid that he would regret it, and he would ride his horse and whip back to his mother's side, but he couldn't, he couldn't go back, since he chose this road, he could only go down, in such a depressed big family, he had to fight for himself and his mother to fight a bright future.

Song Ziqing couldn't hold back after all, he glanced back, in the vague shadow on the city wall, he didn't know which was his mother, he could only secretly say in his heart: "Mother, forgive me for being willful this time, when I come back, I will definitely come back, and when I come back, you don't have to worry about those cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods!"

After the army went out, Jingli returned to its former bustle and prosperity, and it seems that it was not affected by the Tile Spur army, and the memory of the war of the people of Huaguo, who had been stable for two hundred years, was already very distant!

Yao Keqing remembered that in his previous life, he also went south at this time, but because he worked hard to live his life in a different direction from his previous life, he didn't pay attention to what happened at this time in his previous life. In her previous life, she couldn't remember too clearly who led the troops this time, but two years later, when the Huaguo army returned to the dynasty, there was a young general who caused a sensation in the entire capital, and that young general was Song Ziqing, the son of the eldest princess of Zhaomin and the son of the prince of Pingguo. At the beginning, I only heard it occasionally, and I didn't pay attention to it, and I couldn't even remember his name, what really made her remember him was ten years later, he defeated the tile spur, and the tile spur came to make begging peace, and the princess of the tile spur offered to marry him in public, but he refused, and the princess became a laughing stock in Beijing for a while, and she remembered it when she heard it by chance.