All carnivals have an end time, and the well-planned New Year's ceremony has come to an end, and the people of Jinling are still unsatisfied, and there is a little loneliness after the hustle and bustle.

What do you say about this feeling? It's like the well-known Sage Time.

The unprecedented grand arrival of all nations, the beautiful song and dance performances, and the bloody excitement of the murder in the middle will all be passed down as stories to tell the strength of the empire during this period.

In the Nuan Fang Pavilion, Hou Xuanyan commanded a group of small eunuchs under his command, and a huge map was hung on the entire east wall.

Several colorful wooden blocks are wedged with nails underneath them, which can be glued to the wall with a light touch, representing the armies of all stripes.

"A little further to the right, and a half finger down to the left. Oops, why are you so stupid... Get out of the way, let me come. Xiao Lizi held the dust in his hand, jumped back and forth, and commanded a few of his godsons to work, but he rolled up his sleeves and went on his own.

Hou Xuanyan watched from the side, chuckled, and rubbed his temples, there were too many things recently, which made him a little tired.

"You stay here, I'll go back to the dormitory and sleep for a while."

Xiao Lizi bowed down and agreed: "Your Majesty, rest assured, the slave and maid will definitely pack it for you." ”

Hou Xuanyan lowered his head and strolled casually, and unconsciously came to the harem, the new year and new atmosphere, not only Hou Xuanyan has a new year name, the empire has a new country name, and even the harem has changed its name plaque.

Two groups of little eunuchs are taking off the old plaque and replacing it with a new Nanmu plaque inlaid with gold wire, on which are written the three big characters "Xianyin Palace".

The two little palace maids were leaning against each other under the tree, watching with a smile, pointing and directing, and when they saw Hou Xuanyan, they immediately saluted and said, "Your Majesty." ”

The two little eunuchs who were working also stopped what they were doing and stood aside, Hou Xuanyan looked at the two palace maids and knew that this was Qian Wei's new palace. At this time, the male and female hosts of the rich and noble families had personal maids or maids waiting for them, not to mention Hou Xuan's performance. These two slender and slender little maids who are happy and happy are married by the Qian family in Zhejiang, and they usually do a lot of errands to help the fun, and occasionally they can be favored and receive some rain and dew, Hou Xuanyan asked: "What is Wei'er doing?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, Niangniang, she is taking a nap."

Hou Xuanyan was about to turn around when he heard this, and the little maid next to him was very active, seeing that His Majesty was about to be persuaded to retire by his pig teammates, he hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, Qianfu in Hangzhou, Zhejiang Province sent a color of cooked lings to Niangniang, which is particularly delicious after cooking, won't Your Majesty come in and taste it?" ”

Hou Xuanyan pinched her chin and laughed, "You're clever." Then let the palace maid who accompanied him wait in the Xianyin Palace, and walked into the hall by himself, and the two little maids and palace maids smiled skillfully and led the way in front.

When I arrived at the brocade hall of Xianyin Palace, I relied on Qian Wei's bed to rest on weekdays, inlaid with gold and wrapped in jade yarn, and a pale pink tribute satin yarn tent covered with an embroidered collapse, and the shadow inside was a carcass.

The Qian family is a big family in the south of the Yangtze River, but Qian Sule is only a clean official, and Qian Wei has never enjoyed such wealth when she was a young lady at home. Later, he followed Hou Xuanyan, who was well-behaved and lovely, and Hou Xuanyan favored him to reward him with such a luxurious life.

Hou Xuanyan walked to the front of the collapse, stretched out his hand and lifted the bead curtain that hung down, but saw that there was a pink brocade futon on the bed, covering Qian Wei's body, only the head was exposed on the quilt, after removing the makeup, he did not wear fat powder, did not wipe the blush, did not apply eyebrows, did not use hairpin rings, a pair of big eyes were closed, long eyelashes were covered on the eyelids, Yao'er nose was straight and slender, her hair was slightly messy, and a handful of green silk hung down from the left side of her face, it seemed that she had been sleeping for a while.

What a picture of a beautiful woman sleeping in winter.

The little maid just wanted to wake her up, but Hou Xuanyan stretched out her hand to stop her, shook her head and motioned for her to keep quiet.

This warm man's appearance moistened the eyes of the two little maids, and there was a burst of warmth in their hearts, but the next scene made them stunned.

I saw that His Majesty folded the red silk around him into three layers, gently wrapped it around the mother's eyes, and then went to a few tassels on the mother's clothes with great interest, wrapped her hands and feet, and tied the end to the pillar at the head of the bed.

Qian Wei was dazed and felt that there was a movement beside her, but she didn't want to get up when she slept soundly, and no one heard a few words casually.

Hou Xuanyan looked at his masterpiece, triumphant, and slowly approached Qian Wei's body. Leaned down slightly, sweeping over Qian Wei's pretty cheeks.

This time is not trivial, Qian Wei struggled violently under fright, but found that her hands and feet could not use her strength. Like a frightened rabbit, there is a different kind of interest that is powerless to struggle and at the mercy of others; Dressed in plain brocade, wrapped in the concave and convex body, with exquisite curves, Hou Xuanyan was very interested. But he didn't make the slightest sound, and blindly attacked.

"Your Majesty, is it you, Your Majesty?"

"Xiaoyue, Zhu'er, where are you?"

"Ah, no, Your Majesty, is it you, Your Majesty... Hmm~"

....

Hou Xuanyan, who had been haunted by literature for several days, and had been unable to sleep steadily due to major and minor events in all directions, completely released his emotions, and lay on his back on the bed and entered the sage time.

The two maids stepped forward to clean and serve, Qian Wei took off her blindfold, her eyes were hazy with tears, and she beat Hou Xuanyan's chest and sobbed.

Hou Xuanyan hurriedly promised that she would not do this in the future, which coaxed her into laughter, but she thought that she could find someone else to play tricks next time.

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At the same time, in Wuliang Mansion in Mobei, countless men galloped on horses on the vast grassland, training in riding and archery.

These Jingbei troops rode small but excellent endurance Mongolian horses, with firearms and spears on their backs, and the animal skin armor on their bodies could withstand both cold and self-defense, and they also looked good after several rounds of training.

Zhang Huangyan rode on horseback, slowly pulling the reins and believing in the reins, and his heart was full of pride.

This is the life he wants, this is the merit he wants, and this is the pursuit of a good man.

In the four years of the Northern Expedition, he sat in Jinling and did not participate in any vicious battles, such as Hou Xuanyan, Li Haoxian and others had already had war-weary emotions in their hearts, but he did not.

Severed limbs, stench, rotten flesh, rotting corpses... This is the real battlefield, and it is not only glory and spirit.

Walking through the training ground of mounted archery, the next is the shooting range, where Mongolian soldiers train the firing of muskets, muskets, and artillery. The sound of rumbling is endless, and the officers and men of the Chinese army never skimp on ammunition during training, because at this time, if you use a few more, you can exchange for greater benefits on the battlefield.

Otherwise, you won't be able to fight in battle, and all of them will be confiscated, and the saved ammunition will become a sharp weapon in the hands of others.

As the sun set, Zhang Huangyan's back was stretched for a long time, and after a while, a knight came on horseback, clasped his fists and said loudly: "My lord, General Xia invites you to the tent, there is something important to discuss." ”