Mrs. Helan is not jealous, and when she is jealous, she will make the Yanwang Mansion unpeaceful, and it is already the norm for Xianbei women to be fierce, and those Xianbei nobles have basically eaten the majesty of the tigress at home, and there are few to laugh at Murong Kui. What's there to laugh at, the one in the family is even more powerful, okay?!

However, this time Murong Kui also had a quarrel with Mrs. Helan, and Murong Kui was no longer just the Duke of Liaodong who was the king of Liaodong. also cared about face, Mrs. Helan didn't give face, and she wanted to go back to her parents' house, so Murong Kui simply let her go, and by the way, she asked her to leave her son behind.

He has too few heirs, and if he is brought back to Helan by Mrs. Helan, he may really have the surname of those old men in Helan Ministry.

Murong has such a precedent, and it can be regarded as his previous generation, then Murong is still wandering in the grassland, his father and his uncle are not in agreement, and when Lao Shan kicks his legs, the two brothers will immediately split up, and take their own people and cattle and sheep, and live their own lives. By now, the branch of the concubine has become a tribe of its own, separated from Murong and called Tuyuhun.

Murong Kui doesn't care if he has more sons, but he has fewer sons.

It's okay for Mrs. Helan to go, and even he can send someone to escort her, but her son must stay. Mrs. Helan and Murong Kui quarreled so much that the joy of capturing the entire territory of Yuwen was gone. No matter how happy you are, it can't compare to the constant noise in the Yanwang Mansion every day.

Mrs. Helan and Murong Kui were tearing, and Murong Ao had already tried to get up from the sickbed.

Murong Ao was hit by a stray arrow in a battle with Yuwenbu. Until now, he is still in bed to recuperate, the arrow wounds on the battlefield can be large or small, there are many people who have been hit by arrow wounds on the battlefield, but when they turn around, they may linger on the sickbed and die.

Murong Ao didn't dare to hold it up, these days he closed the door, recuperating wholeheartedly, and didn't even care about the ups and downs outside.

Before the expedition, Murong Ao raised a monk at home, the monk was a little old, skinny, not like those monks who were used to living a good life, white and fat, with a gray beard, standing there with his hands folded, and he had a fairy wind and bones.

This old monk was seen by him on the road, and he was curious to talk a few more words to this monk, and found that he knew a lot, astronomy and geography could be said, and even a little bit of Taoism.

Sometimes it's just an eye, not to mention that the many monks in the mansion are really nothing, so Murong Ao invited people back as guests to entertain them.

"Grandpa, didn't the master say that Grandpa had better not move around during this time?" Murong Wen watched Murong Ao struggle to get up from the sickbed, and hurriedly stepped forward to help.

"I've been lying down for a while, and my bones are hurting." Murong Ao said as he broke free from his son's support, tried to walk a few steps by himself, and asked his family members on the side to prepare the horses when he was done.

"Grandpa!" Murong Wen was anxious, "Grandpa, your health is not well yet." ”

"I'm ......"

While the father and son were talking, Murong Xun hurriedly walked in from outside, and when he saw Murong Ao, he said, "Grandpa, something is wrong!" ”

Murong Ao originally wanted to ride a horse to see how he recovered, but he was stopped by his youngest son, "What's wrong?" ”

"The emperor of the people is gone!" Murong Xun stared at his father's blazing gaze and took a small step back.

"Really?" Murong Ao was overjoyed when he heard this, and reached out and grabbed his son's two arms.

"Really! The news I got from Shizi can't be wrong! Murong Xun was taken aback by Murong Ao's arrest.

"Those people, yes!" Murong Ao's eyes were shining, his face was ruddy, and at first glance, he didn't look like an injured person. The ambition of the Murong family is naturally not limited to taking all the Xianbei tribes in Liaodong into their arms. Murong's eyes were staring at the Central Plains in the west, and entering the customs was Murong's ultimate goal.

The Duan Department and the Yuwen Department have been destroyed by Murong, and Goguryeo has been beaten down by Murong, and it will not be able to shake up for twenty or thirty years. As for the Buyeo Kingdom in the north, if the savages in the Buyeo Kingdom who were still wearing animal skins knew that there was a little bit of stake, they would not be stupid enough to go against Murong.

Since Liaodong has been pacified, then the Central Plains will be next. It's a pity that at the moment, Shi Zhao's people still occupy the dove's nest, which has become the biggest obstacle for Murong to enter the customs.

Now that the emperor of Shi Zhao is dead, it is a good time, everyone knows that the son of Emperor Shi Zhao's family, the head of the fight is bleeding. In particular, the emperor of the Qianren people also gouged out his eyes and intestines and burned his own abolished prince, which set an example for all the princes. Not to mention the problems of those princes, if there is chaos within the Qianren, then it is a good opportunity for Murong.

"Lead the horse." Murong Ao was happy, and he didn't care that he was still injured. He said to the family behind him.

Saying this, Murong Wen was anxious, "Grandpa, your injuries are not healed, you can't ride a horse!" "It's not been long since I returned to Dragon City, and although the arrow wound is not severe, no one knows when it will be able to heal.

"......" Murong Xun looked at Murong Ao's insistence on riding a horse, and hurriedly glanced at the family behind him, the family had been by Murong Xun's side for a while, so he could naturally find out Murong Xun's thoughts. The family immediately sneaked away.

"What does the boy know?" Murong Ao was in a good mood, and he couldn't care about anything else, "Once the people are in civil strife, the king will definitely send people to fight, if I still lie in bed every day, do I want to eat white rice?" ”

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Murong Wen's forehead was sweating, and before he could speak, Murong Ao strode towards the stable.

The horses in the stables are all good horses, and many of them are good horses exchanged from the Tuoba Department. The slave in the stable, when he saw Murong Ao coming, immediately led a good horse out, and Murong Ao held the reins of the horse in his hand, and a sentence came from there, "General, no!" ”

The father and son looked up and saw a bald-headed Shamen standing there, Shamenfa's name Huiguang was the one he had raised in the mansion because of his speculation.

Murong Ao is not a stingy person, and his devotion to Huiguang is naturally attentive. But Huiguang is still a series of coarse cloth monk's robes, and he is as skinny as before.

"Master?" Murong Ao saw Huiguang chanting the Buddha's name with his hands together, and he was a little confused. He just wanted to ride a horse and see how his body was doing, so he didn't have to object to it, right?

"General." Huiguang walked up to Murong Ao and bowed to him. Murong Ao turned sideways and stepped aside, Xianbei people believed in Buddhism for a few years, and they had always believed in shamans and witches before. Moreover, this Western Futu religion was transmitted from the Karma people.

Murong Ao naturally didn't care about this kind of foreign thing, but Huiguang himself was Han and knew a lot about astronomy and geography. Murong Ao was naturally very polite to him.

When he went on the expedition, Huiguang once said that he would be wounded in this battle, and if he was wounded, then it was better not to ride a horse and recuperate at home. On the battlefield, the sword and gun have no eyes, and even if he is injured, it is not strange, so he does not take Huiguang's words to heart.

"I once told the general that it was best for the general not to ride a horse during these days, and to recuperate in the mansion with peace of mind." Huiguang Road.

"What the master said, how could I not know? But the emperor of the Qiang people is dead, and the opportunity is just around the corner. If I just lie in bed and recuperate, I'm afraid I won't even be able to get on the horse. Murong Ao said.

"General, please take a step to speak." Huiguang glanced at the slaves standing at the base of the wall and bowed.

Murong Ao can speak a little Chinese, but he is very blunt, and he is not as fluent as his nephews. Huiguang said it very well, and the two did not have many communication barriers.

"......" Murong Ao nodded.

Murong Wen and Murong Xun breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that Murong Ao no longer wanted to ride a horse, and the two brothers glanced at each other, and they both felt that Huiguang had come to solve a problem for them.

Murong Ao and Huiguang walked into the room, and Huiguang sat down with his hands folded.

"What does the master want to say?" Murong Ao asked.

"The general cares a lot about the king sending troops to the people?" Huiguang asked.

"Naturally!" Murong Ao was happy when he said this, "The master is a Han person who doesn't know, this Qiang people were still slaves sold by the Han people at the beginning, and the children and grandchildren of the Sima family who were not angry fought like black cocks, so that this group of Qiang people picked up the cheap." Murong Ao said and shook his head, "Since that group of people can, why can't we Xianbei people?" ”

The people on the grassland, unlike the Han people, do not pay attention to any orthodoxy of etiquette. If the Han people are strong, then they will listen to the Han people, and it will be okay for the ministers to pay tribute and send protons. But if the Han people are weak and can't be suppressed, they will naturally be against him.

"But has the general thought about the king?" Huiguang asked.

"What's wrong with the king?" Murong Ao couldn't help but feel a little strange when he heard Huiguang's words.

"Does the king want the general's injuries to heal?" Huiguang asked with a smile on his lips.

"......" Murong Ao's brows furrowed deeply, he turned his gaze and did not speak.

"The king hopes that the general's injuries will be healed, then the general's injuries will be healed, if there is no news that the general will lead the troops to the battle, then the general will recover well." Huiguang Road.

Murong Ao looked at Huiguang, "Master's meaning ......"

Huiguang's meaning Murong Ao was somewhat able to comprehend, he grasped his hand tightly, and it took a long while before he let out a long breath of turbidity.

"Taoguang and obscurity are the way of life of the Han people." Huiguang lowered his head, and the ring scar on the top of his head was particularly obvious, "The general should also be clumsy now." ”

Murong Kui has a suspicious temperament, which has been particularly obvious since he was young, otherwise he would not attack the brother of a fellow mother. Murong Ao also suffered such a big loss back then, if he hadn't run fast when he saw the bad situation, he would have been afraid that his bones would have been gone.

“…… The master has a point. Not long after Murong Ao came back, he had a hearty battle with the Yuwen Ministry, and naturally he forgot all the old things. Now that Huiguang is reminded like this, those things that have been forgotten have appeared in front of me one after another.

Huiguang chanted a Buddha name and folded his hands.

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When the news came that Emperor Shi Zhao was gone, Murong Kui also put aside the quarrel with Mrs. Helan and came to watch the people in the pass.

Qin Xuan naturally heard about it, she felt that the next thing was to wait for the news of the troops, and she also felt that it was impossible for Murong not to do it, to tell the truth, those sons of Emperor Shi Zhao, except for the adopted son of the emperor who had fought with Murong and retreated. I'm afraid that the other sons are worried, it's like this, and if you don't fight, you can't live with yourself.

As soon as she was happy, she simply went back to the barracks with her things, ignoring Murong Hyun's face that could be called a resentful woman. Murong Hyun pestered her very much, sometimes she couldn't wait to stare at her every day for twelve hours a day, even Qin Xuan was a little unbearable even for this posture. The distance between men and women, grasped well, is to mix oil in honey every day. If he doesn't grasp it well, if he is too far away, he will naturally be estranged, too close, even if he is originally beautiful like a flower, she will feel uncomfortable all over her body.

Qin Xuan is not the kind of little girl who has a relationship with someone and only cares about falling in love wholeheartedly. There are so many interesting things in this world, not only the love between men and women, but also many other things worth pursuing. Fame and fortune, for example, are the things that are most useful to her.

When she returned to the army, she saw the familiar vault and those soldiers, and she was suddenly happy, and sure enough, she looked at Murong Hyun for a long time, and then looked at others and felt that her eyes were bright. It's not that Murong Hyun looks ugly, but he eats too much meat, and tasting vegetables is good for his health.

Qin Xuan was happy, but Murong Hyun was not. Ever since Qin Xuan happily packed up his things and returned to the barracks, he had a straight face all day long. Because the time spent together in the previous life was too short, and when he met again in this life, he only felt that the time was not enough, so there was only one point, and he couldn't wait to break it in half, and sometimes he dreamed back late at night, and he was afraid that it was just a dream.

When Qu Tu came to see Murong Hyun, he saw Murong Hyun sitting on the bed with a straight face. Qu Tu dug a tendon in his brain, let alone observed, Feng Feng was one of the good players, but unfortunately he was not present, so naturally he couldn't mention him a thing or two.

"You're here." Murong Hyun stretched out his hand and asked his family to bring the brewed tea.

Tea is very expensive, and even a little bit is the same price as gold. After all, this will be very chaotic, and there are places where tea is produced only in the south. Even if it is aged tea, the price is very expensive.

Murong Hyun drinks tea by brewing, not boiling, and he will not put things like ginger and onions in the tea like the Jin people in the south. He still learned this habit from Qin Xuan.

"Yes, Saburo-kun." Qu Tu digs and bows his head.

Murong Hyun looked at Qu Tudug and smiled, "During this time, how is the training of your soldiers, tell me about it." ”

The pro-soldiers under him, as long as they were talented, were basically released to serve in the army. No power can compare to military power, so he has always promoted talented people under him, as long as he has talent, no matter what his previous background is, he can give a good future.

Whether it is a Xianbei person or a Han person, as long as it can be used by him.

Qu Tu Di heard Murong Hyun ask about leading the troops, and immediately relaxed. Maybe he's not good at anything else, but he likes training and fighting the most.

Murong Hyun listened to Qu Tudu's words, and his eyes looked in the direction of Murong Ao's mansion. He stuffed someone in, this time that uncle shouldn't end as bleakly as in his previous life, right?

In his previous life, Murong Ao was also injured in the battle of the Yuwen Department, and there was no danger of his life on the battlefield, but when he came back, he was accused of plotting misdeeds because he tried to ride a horse at home. His uncle was given □□ and drank medicine and died.

In these years, good will be rare. By doing this, he can be regarded as doing a good deed for himself.