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The Chinese New Year in Beijing was colder than ever, and the people here became numb after four years of slavery under Dorgon's various servitude policies.

Once the center of the Ming Empire, even the sound of firecrackers could not be heard on the day of the New Year, only scattered sounds came from the alley.

At the same time, the soldiers of the Flame Battalion stationed in the city had already packed up their salutes, this was another New Year they had spent on their journey to a foreign land, but everyone knew that they were about to return to their hometown. After four years of endless campaigning, it was finally coming to an end, and the exhaustion of many people was even swept away, and it was to be expected that the speed of this march might be greater than any previous one.

Hou Xuanyan got up early in the morning, and after playing a set of five bird plays, he heard the noise outside, and walked out of the mansion happily. The whole barracks slaughtered pigs and sheep, full of New Year's flavor.

Hou Xuanyan simply walked around the barracks, and slowly a group of generals followed behind him, hugging Hou Xuanyan in the middle and listening to him blow the conch.

Slowly, Hou Xuanyan felt that something was wrong, he stopped, stood on a high place and looked at the city, the streets were deserted, how could there be a little bit of the former Shenjing land.

It is not a good phenomenon for the army to mourn the people, Hou Xuanyan frowned, pointed to the city below and said: "This is the first New Year after driving away the Tartars, we must revitalize the people's hearts in order to better restore the people's livelihood, like this lifeless, when will we be able to recreate the original prosperity." ”

Li Haoxian's dog-headed military advisor Bai Junyan shook his head and said: "Guogong doesn't know, most of the people in the capital have lost their loved ones under the iron riding of the Tartars, and there is a so-called saying in the north that the big funeral is not more than three years, and this situation is also normal." ”

"In the final analysis, the suffering of the people is too deep, and this year must be passed to let everyone know that they have come back, and they are different from thieves, Tartars, and traitors, this time it is their own people who have come back." Hou Xuanyan raised his hand, pointed to the empty streets of Beijing, and said in a firm tone.

Li Haoxian doesn't care, he is ready to return to Jinling, his family in Shandong has been killed by the Qing soldiers, Li Haoxian, who was named the Duke of Qi, is not ready to live alone in his hometown, and wants to return to Jinling to settle down, so that there are more opportunities to get close to his old subordinates.

With this idea, Li Haoxian, the fierce general with the first merit in the Northern Expedition, is now very Buddhist, and when he heard Hou Xuanyan's plan, he said happily: "Then hold a grand event in Shenjing." ”

Hou Xuanyan's eyes lit up and said, "This is a good idea, what name do you use?" ”

Looking around in a blink of an eye, seeing the joyful appearance of the soldiers in the battalion, an idea jumped into my heart.

The streets of Beijing are decorated with lights, and countless soldiers walk the streets and alleys and post notices.

In front of the imperial city, a military parade of the Northern Expeditionary Army will be held to commend the meritorious heroes of the Northern Expedition. All the people in the capital can receive a rice bag, and every child has candy, and all kinds of small shops in the capital with bleak business suddenly become busy. These small shops have received orders from the Flame Camp, and there is no need to worry that this group of elite soldiers will pay their bills, and everyone else will pay first. Of course, the Agni Camp is not afraid to pay the bills, you don't do a good job...

The people of the city came out of their homes curiously, and after reading the notice, they were skeptical, but the platform had indeed begun to be built outside the imperial city.

On Chinese New Year's Eve, all those who had merit in the fire camp became nervous. Even more tense than on the eve of the war, in some of the barracks, who had been told to come to power tomorrow, were surrounded by the whole tent of the brethren, cheering him on, polishing his weapons and armor.

Behind Bai Junyan, several soldiers each held a thick stack of merit books, and happily followed Bai Junyan into Li Haoxian's big tent, but found that Li Haoxian had not slept yet.

Li Haoxian was in good spirits, sitting by the fire, wiping his gilt bracers. After seeing Bai Junyan, Li Haoxian laughed and said curtly: "Oh, look at the commander, it's really polite." There was no reason to engage in any military parade and awarding medals, which made people panic, and even the official was still a little embarrassed. ”

Bai Junyan said in his heart, you are happy to open your mouth, are you still embarrassed? Old man Bai was well versed in the great truth of seeing through and not telling through, and said with a smile: "These are all the merits of our conquest in the past four years, some of which have already arrived in Jinling Lecture Hall, and some have been sent to various places as officials. ”

Li Haoxian stood up, flipped through it casually, and said: "At that time, Lao Tzu carefully selected and arranged the most credit, but I didn't expect them to miss this opportunity to show their faces. But after all, it is an official, and the errand of Guangzu Yaozong is not in vain for them to follow me. Okay, that's it, but one thing is said in the head, no one is allowed to drop the chain for me in the military parade tomorrow, otherwise I will send him to Xuzhou Mansion to dig up the sand. ”

In Hou Xuanyan's Beijing mansion, the soldiers surrounded the city and guarded a brazier. Everyone burns old peach charms, changes into new clothes, lights firecrackers, bites turnips...

In the sound of firecrackers, Hou Xuanyan sat at the head of the bed, looking at everything lively outside, and the joy of the success of the Northern Expedition surged into his heart again.

There was a knock on the door, Hou Xuanyan responded, and seven or eight henchmen outside the door said happily: "Dashuai, the brothers want to give you New Year's greetings, and we are the first to give you New Year's greetings." After speaking, he bowed his head, and all kinds of auspicious words were gossiping, and he couldn't hear half of the noisy words clearly.

Hou Xuanyan stood up, put down the warm wine jug, and said, "Let's go, go out and have fun with everyone, and celebrate the New Year!" ”

It was freezing outside, but it was warm like spring inside, and Chen Yuanyuan looked outside through the crack in the window.

Hou Xuanyan was surrounded by everyone, his eyebrows fluttering, and everyone revolved around him. Every word he said could cause a sensation among the hundreds of fighting men around him. or laughed loudly, or beat their chests, their emotions moved with Hou Xuanyan in the middle.

The snow covered the ground, the bonfires lit, the burly soldiers, the high-pitched laughter, there is the world of men, and the figure in the middle is the king of this world.

An indescribable emotion surged into Chen Yuanyuan's heart, with warmth, envy and even some pride, what can Yan Jiangnan do? After all, she is a weak woman with a fluffy background, and she needs to rely on a strong man to protect herself. He's strong enough, but is he trying to protect himself?

The more noisy the world outside the window, the more deserted the room became, Chen Yuanyuan twisted his waist, closed the window lattice, pouted and came to the bed, and wrapped himself in a soft quilt.

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