Princess Yiyang's Mansion, the small courtyard of the heart of the piano of Quan Ce.

As a grandfather and grandmother, Princess Yiyang and Quan Yi's activity center were all moved here, weighing a cry, often Quan Ce and Yunxi next door didn't have time to react, Princess Yiyang had already rushed over, holding her heart and liver in her arms and loving her, and by the way, she reprimanded the two novice fathers and mothers who were rough and leafy.

If Yun Xi hadn't insisted on feeding the child herself, the two of them would have been deprived of the permission to take care of the child.

The children of Yunxi Grassland, whose skin is very tight, also know that Princess Yiyang's actions are all because she feels sorry for her eldest grandson, and she is reprimanded every time, but she just scratches her head and admits her mistakes, and there is no sign of resistance or depression.

Rao is like this, Quan Ce does not dare to take it lightly, before and after childbirth, the woman is quite fragile, always gentle and careless by her side, patiently soothing, doubly caring, coaxing Yunxi to laugh often, rarely angry and angry.

The whole house looked at it in their eyes, and sighed that Princess Yunxi had cultivated the blessings of several lifetimes, and she was able to marry a wishful husband who knew cold and hot, and she was also grateful for the hard work of Quan Ce, and the errands related to Yunxi were done very seriously, although they couldn't help a lot, it was good to be able to reduce the trivial troubles for the master.

"Master, do you really want to do this?"

In the study, Yao Tong was dressed in plain clothes, with cuffs and plackets, dotted with a little red plum, elegant and quiet, ten fingers slender, slowly grinding, and his face was unbearable.

Quan Ce held the wolf in his hand and drew a circle on the map.

Circled in the post-Turkic steppe, a long and narrow area, the sphere of influence of the Murjilian of the Ude Mountain accounts for more than half, and the tribes under the control of the Black Sand City Mur also have a small half, although the geographical location is embarrassing, but it is the place where the water and grass are fertile and the pastures are fertile.

No one doesn't covet it.

"The two Turkic tribes of the Later Turks were unable to hold each other, and they formed a blood feud for many generations"

"Let the nine surnames of Tiele be involved in it, and they can't extricate themselves"

"After the Turks and Tiele nine surnames fell into chaos and fighting, they killed each other, and the Great Zhou had the opportunity to reap the benefits of the fisherman, Xu Tu was restrained, and the Hanhai Governor's Mansion was re-established."

Quan Ce put down the brush, looked at Yao Tong quietly, and said softly.

The voice is still more and more elegant, but it seems to unfold a magnificent picture of the sunset over the long river and the surging clouds, with a strong smell of blood.

Yao Tong looked at him blankly, as if he had been taken away, and the snow-white light gauze sleeves fell into the inkstone, and it was dark, and he didn't realize it.

It took a while to come back to his senses, and he screamed softly and raised his sleeves, but he was dripping with ink and splashing all over, which was very embarrassing.

Quan Ce chuckled, took a brocade handkerchief and stepped forward, bowed his head and leaned over to help her wipe it.

It is also interesting to say that his confidante rarely has a peaceful temperament, either admiring him in the dangerous situation, or subduing him to dominate the turbulence of power in the DPRK and China, or admiring him for being invincible in front of the border formation, or both.

Born in a prosperous era, but like in a troubled era, Quan Ce does not know whether to be happy or sad.

"Master, you have always loved Princess Yunxi, you must find a proper excuse to act like this, otherwise, I am afraid that it will hurt her heart" Yao Baixia flew her cheeks, puffed up her chest proudly, flew a roll of her eyes to him, and talked about her worries.

"Rhetoric?" Quan Ce smiled bitterly, looked at the green pasture, and blurted out, "Guilty of it"

Yao Tong hurriedly stepped forward and stretched out his hand to smooth his frowning brows for him, "Don't say that, you might as well say that it is to exchange small for big and weaken Mo Jianlian, anyway, in this circle, Mo Jianlian's territory is bigger."

Quan Ce shook his head and said solemnly, "Yunxi is smart, it's useless to deceive, she doesn't ask, if she asks, she can only tell her bluntly."

"Besides, when this circle has an owner, she will eventually know my intentions, and paper can't contain fire after all."

Yao Tong was silent, public and private, family and country, all twisted into a group in front of Quan Ce, everyone saw him living in eight seats, authoritative, but they didn't see him painstakingly and lonely, facing a lot of sorrows and joys in the world.

The more she thought about it, the more excited she became, Yao Tong was extremely glad that she had made her decision, if she didn't stay by his side, how could she have the opportunity to see such a scene?

It took her a long time to calm down and change the topic, "Master, who will be the master of this land?" ”

Quan Ce showed a weird smile, and his eyes were deep and long, "Now, I don't know, but after all, they chose it themselves"

Yao Tong stared at him, forgetting to think.

After the full moon banquet of weighing, Nanyang Wangfu followed in the footsteps of Princess Taiping's Mansion and became the latest royal mansion to be captured by foreign domains.

Thankfully, the purpose of their arrival was relatively simple, according to the number of paths planned by the power, and the well-thought-out numbers were reported to express their loyalty to the Celestial Empire.

Wu Yanji wanted to make a comeback, and he also believed in Quan Ce's promise, so he returned from defeat and was imprisoned again.

He thought about many possible ways to use the power strategy, but he didn't expect that he would go off the rails to such a point, forcing many foreign domains to each offer Ding Zhuang to form an army, the foreign domains are strange, the so-called warriors are uneven, mud and sand, although the power strategy has given a good name for the combined army, but it can't hide the reality that this will be a ragtag army.

Rise like the phoenix?

"The eldest brother has always acted in a disciplined manner, and it must make sense for him to arrange it this way" Li Xianhui, the lord of Yongtai, has been pregnant for three months, her lower abdomen bulges slightly, and she whispers softly to comfort Wu Yanji, who is a little restless.

Wu Yanji sat next to her, on a low pestle, and sighed again and again when he heard the words, "You pay 1,000, I pay 800, and the number of soldiers has already increased to 60,000, which is more than half of the leading army guards, I'm afraid I can't afford to support them...... A small country in the Western Regions sent one hundred and fifty people, all black, tall and strong, and a so-called warrior from the Southwest Princely State faction, the highest was only more than three feet, and the king of the Japanese kingdom did not know if there was any misunderstanding, and he actually wanted to send me two thousand Japanese women, which was really sad for me......"

"Giggles" Li Xianhui giggled, her husband has always been steady, and it is rare to have such a gaffe, thinking that he was really annoyed, he reached out and stroked the stubble on his face, and gently comforted, "This matter is the beginning of the eldest brother, and the eldest brother will take care of it, just take it as it is, if you don't do it, you can also see the liveliness of the eldest brother."

Wu Yanji's eyes lit up, and from a different angle, it was true, and he couldn't help laughing.

"Your Highness, the Turkic prince Yang I begged to see you outside the door."

Wu Yanji stood up, took care of his clothes, and stepped out.

"Nine?" Wu Yanji listened to the numbers in Yang's report, and his eyes narrowed.

There were dozens or hundreds of foreign vassals reporting to him, and the number of Yang I Zhi hit a new low, and before him, the lowest was 50 people from the Qarlu tribe, followed by 100 people sent by the Tubo Lun Qinling.

"Exactly, this will be handed over to you" Yang I stood up with a big grin, waved his hand and walked out, looking a little angry.

He woke up after a hangover for two days, and he missed the business, so that those boneless bastards were out of tune, and if he was the first to come here, he would sacrifice nine people, and he would definitely steal the limelight.

Wu Yanji was silent, and he was sent out according to the ceremony.

He seemed to understand something.

The dawn of the Tang Dynasty

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