The one who led the troops into the Central Plains was not Rong Wangxiao. It's the generals and brothers of Rong Zheng. One of the brothers, named Butterfly. He is known as Butterfly Hou.

The Rong realm is a feudal system for the princes. The biggest leader is King Rong, under whom there are kings, marquis, and lords. The chaos is terrible, and no one in the Central Plains has the heart to figure out their full system. This butterfly marquis, people don't know what it has to do with the red-faced butterfly smile.

Unless Die Xiaohua deliberately revealed his identity, Cui Heng had no chance to learn that he had transformed into a Butterfly Marquis of Xirong.

Die Xiaohua deliberately revealed part of her identity information to Cui Heng, but she didn't make it very clear.

It doesn't matter, Cui Heng thinks he has seen it very clearly: I'm afraid this is just for a woman: Lin Dai.

If Xirong raised an army, it was for Lin Dai...... Cui Heng actually can't blame them at all.

Cui Heng himself is a wise gentleman and will not affect the overall situation of the country for a woman. But he can't blame the barbarians of the small border countries for being dizzy and doing foolish things.

Thinking about Youling who sang a dragon king song for him in the woods, and thinking about the girl who talked to him in the water pavilion, Cui Heng felt that they were indeed a perfect match in appearance.

But Cui Heng still can't believe that the amnesiac "Butterfly Laughing Flower" is the "Butterfly Marquis" who led his troops to invade the Central Plains. He prefers to believe that there is something behind it, such as twins or something...... In short, he felt that the excellent spirit he had seen had no killing spirit or the spirit of a king, and he was just a good player.

In fact, Butterfly Xiaohua's acting skills are too good. And Cui Heng didn't want to believe that anyone could hide it from his eyes, and would rather find some other "hidden secrets". Okay! None of that matters.

Important: Under the information deliberately revealed by Die Xiaohua, Cui Heng had to confirm: There is a pivotal "Butterfly Marquis" in the Xirong army, who is closely related to the Salt Gang, and may even be the leader behind the Salt Gang. And he has worked with Lin Dai and has a love in his heart. When the imperial court arrested Lin Dai, he raised an army in a rage.

In this way, Cui Heng was very cautious about Lin Dai, and he didn't dare to include him in the harem or release people, so he could only hang it first.

Cui Heng didn't know how the war would go, wasn't sure how Xirong would go crazy, and couldn't predict how he would need to use Lin Dai in the future, so he had to raise Lin Dai first, just in case.

In case if ...... The Central Plains can no longer fight, but needs to negotiate peace......

It's not that he thinks that the Central Plains can't beat little Xirong! It's just that. He also knows how difficult people's livelihoods are. Last year's floods were already nerve-wracking. The Beihu War has consumed a lot of manpower and material resources in the Central Plains, and the most important thing is that the hearts of the Central Plains are already injured and tired, and I am afraid that they will not be able to withstand the long-term drag on the Xirong side. Peace talks may be a good option.

If Butterfly Xiaohua makes it clear that Lin Dai will be at this time, Cui Heng is estimated to be holding up the shelf again. The first is his self-esteem as the emperor of the Central Plains. He was not allowed to ask for a Xijon marquis. Especially when it comes to a woman he likes. Secondly. You have to negotiate and ask for a good price, don't you? If the butterfly smiles more urgently, the more Cui Heng can sell it.

So Butterfly Xiaohua can't be in a hurry now. The two sides are at a stalemate.

Cui Heng is still asking about the possibility of the northern defense. After all, if you can win a war, it is better than peace talks. If Lin Dai can stay. It's better than giving it away.

The ministers calculated: It really doesn't matter if Beihu is gone. Thanks to Xie Yunjian's previous victory, they destroyed their main force. Then the north was bleak and cold, and it entered a harsh winter. They don't have much strength to compete with the Central Plains.

What Cui Heng is thinking about now is which one to turn back to defense: Yunjian or Yu Qiushan?

Yu Qiushan is an old general, and most people are more relieved to stay there. But because he is old, it seems that he should also be allowed to go back to the Central Plains, and it is inconvenient to let him stay there. However, returning to the Western Front does not seem to be a care and reward for him.

Yun Jian is young and inexperienced, if he is alone at the border, will he be able to hold on? Will it be easy to go wrong? Is it more reasonable to let him come back and rush to kill Xijon?

This kind of suspicion of the imperial court is also a matter of course. Since receiving Xie Xiaoheng's letter, Yun Jian has already used some wrists to ensure that General Yu Lao returns to defense, and he himself supports it in the north.

People are not as good as heaven. They planned like this, but the old lady Xie survived the summer and summer, but passed away in this cool autumn season.

As Xie Xiaoheng said, she might as well eat and drink well and enjoy the last pleasure of life.

Her funeral was very grand. The period of cessation shall be counted from 7749 days. While the news of the funeral was reported to the north, I saw if the cloud boat in the capital and the cloud sword on the border defense line could come back to mourn.

When Yun Zhou and Yun Jian received the funeral letter, they respectively sent a table to the capital to ask if they could return to their hometown for the funeral. One of them is a general stationed abroad, and the other is a wife of the imperial court, even if their parents and only son die, they have to get the permission of the imperial court before they can return to their hometowns.

Yun Jian didn't want to go back to his hometown to mourn at this time, but as a filial son and grandson, he couldn't have a son, even if he pretended to be hard, he had to pretend to be going to mourn, otherwise his career would be over. After all, the current mainstream view is that only by being a filial son can you be a loyal minister. If you are not filial, you will be unfaithful. Which emperor would be willing to use a disloyal and unfilial person? What's more, it's still a military general? Isn't this asking for your own death!

From this point of view, it is not surprising that the generals fought hard to show their honesty and filial piety.

Besides, Yun Jian really has a feeling of attachment to Mrs. Xie. He never thought that Mrs. Xie would leave when she said to leave, so early and in such a hurry. He was truly grieving. The arguments in the table above are not false.

"The waning moon is white, the lonely window is quiet, the blood felt is no different from a reed mat, and the golden armor is the same as linen." This sentence is like a reflection of the ages.

Yunzhou's favor came quickly. Originally, she received the murderous news from Old Lady Xie earlier than Yun Jian. She was allowed to get up and go to Jincheng, and Yun Jian received the murderous news from Old Lady Xie.

When Yun Jian asked for a funeral, he also knew in his heart that the imperial court should decide who left and who stayed between him and General Yu, and it was time to give it. I won't really wait for him to come up to the table to decide.

Yu Qiushan felt that it must be Yun Jian going back, and he continued to stay on the front line himself. Because he has been on the front line for too long, too long. It really takes a very calm border to get permission to return to the Central Plains. Now is clearly not that time. He didn't even count on it anymore.

Cloud Sword went to visit him. He thought it was the little brother who was leaving, who came to say goodbye to him. He prepared something for Yun Jian to take back. Not only his own, but also the veterans around him.

Yun Jian showed him the second half of the table.

It turned out that Yun Jian expressed his deep condolences to his grandmother in the first half. Later, the text said that General Yu Lao led the troops at the border all the year round: "He is used to it now, and he looks at it at night in this brocade dress." "And all the veterans" turned to ashes, faintly detached from the bones, and there was a groan. "Ask it in the end," not for the elevation of the different world, but because of the danger and desire to give up. ”

When Yu Qiushan saw this, his nose was slightly sour.

The last section of the cloud sword is the Gao Dynasty: However, Daling can't let the veterans "decline and not return, and sleep a little by the lights". Therefore, Yun Jian volunteered to serve the ancients in the army. If the imperial court asked him to lead the new army here, in exchange for the old generals and veterans to return to the Central Plains, he accepted it with great gratitude, because they were still young and had high ambitions to serve the country. ”

Yu Qiushan's old tears finally came to his eyes.

He had a pair of thick hands, tightly gripping Yun Jian's strong and powerful hands. This is the most agitated outpouring of emotions that a veteran can allow himself to express. He said to Yun Jian: "No matter what, I will thank you for your kindness!" ”

At this time, Yu Qiushan would still lead the troops back to the Central Plains with Yunjian.

Who knew that God might be sorry that he took back Mrs. Xie so quickly, so there was another thing to make up for it: there was a catastrophe.

At that time, there was a girl in a carriage, following the caravan, was walking from the Central Plains to the northern frontier, near the vicinity of Weicheng, and suddenly heard a commotion, it was terrible! It was as if a dark cloud suddenly arose on the horizon, and the dark cloud was divided into tens of millions, and the pieces rubbed against each other, pressing the earth and thundering. Thunder is so terrible. It is also like a big wave rushing from the seaside, which looks like a line from afar, and when it is close, it is a wall of water higher than a mountain, which is pressed straight over, and the flesh and bones turn into powder! The sound of the waves is so terrible.

The noise was still far away, and the most experienced person accompanying him had already changed color: "Run!" ”

"What's wrong?" The frightened others asked him.

"Rogues." The man had fled far away, and he only had time to say a word.

He just wanted this explanation.

But he couldn't figure out how so many rogues could suddenly appear.

The road was uneven, and the carriage couldn't run fast. The girl in the car found that the first group of people in the "Liukou" had caught up with them, all of them were local residents who had fled, with good legs and feet, familiar paths, climbing mountains and forests, and could exert monkey-like dexterous movements, carrying the burden of fleeing on their backs, and screaming miserably: "Call coming, calling!" ”

Q: Who's calling? But I can't tell.

The girl in the car jumped out of the car and seemed to hear someone call her name "Wanliu". She looked up, but she couldn't see the most handsome and reliable man in the world. It should just be her tinnitus.

In the middle of the chaos, a horse injured its hooves again, Wanliu and the others walked more and more slowly, and then the first group of people caught up again, also refugees, this time to make it clear, it was someone from outside who came in. Army! The mountains are full of ants. As for asking where the army came from? Some say Beihu, some say Xirong, and some say that they are rebelling, and so on.

With so many people fleeing, naturally there are those who push each other, those who trample on each other, those who take advantage of the opportunity to make a fortune, those who are upset and making trouble, and those who shout when their relatives are gone. And some of the wealthy, also drove. This road is narrow, and it is crowded into a heap.

Wanliu and his fellow travelers had already dispersed, as if in a nightmare, and heard another wave of noise, closer, louder, and more terrifying. It's like a sharp knife cutting into a bone, and an axe cutting into a knot of firewood!

This time, the army is really chasing after you!

The refugees around them were frightened, kicking, pushing, and rushing - some would rather step on the bodies of their fellow citizens to take a step forward, while others held their cherished ones above their heads. (To be continued......)