The turmoil in Bai Feng City slowly subsided in people's hearts with Yang Shizhu, who was spurned by the world, and the formation of the new Bai Feng City was also in full swing after receiving a large amount of financial support from the Yang family.

Zhao Fu also received an apologetic letter of condolence from Lin Haoyan, as well as a large number of gifts from the capital—contrary to before, people now began to compliment Zhao Fu's wisdom and martial arts.

At the same time, Zhao Fu also saw gifts from the Zhao family in this gift list, a large number of winter cotton clothes, and a large amount of grain and grass. Zhao Fu had to take another look at the most mysterious and powerful family in the Lanhe Empire, and these gifts were obviously not for Zhao Fu, but for those soldiers who fought on the front line.

"Thank you Zhao family for replying to me." Zhao Fu instructed Cao Zhongqing to do so.

"Write what?"

"Just write thank you." Zhao Fu knew that since these materials were not given to him, there was no need for him to be too affectionate, but for the sake of the situation in the northwest, the necessary etiquette still had to be had, and if he thought that this was also the kindness of the Zhao family to himself, then he should also respond.

Although Cao Zhongqing didn't understand a little, he still received the order to draft the letter.

After Baifeng City, the Hu people did not continue to wage any major wars, except for the unwilling harassment of small groups of cavalry on the border, the northwest became as calm as before.

And today, the last Hu army also withdrew from the territory of the Lanhe Empire, not because the Hu people still have to respect the holidays of the Lanhe Empire, but because they also have to return to Beiting to prepare for the winter, although the winter in Beiting is colder, but at least there is no need to maintain such a long supply line, which can save a large amount of supplies.

Zhao Fu also left New Baifeng City and prepared to return to Lanting with Zheng Yuan and the others, for whom Lanting was the real home.

Because of Lin Fengyi's personal preference, the Lanhe Empire did not have the habit of celebrating the Spring Festival, but set the most important festival of the year on the Shangyuan Festival.

Lanting City is not as prosperous as the imperial capital of the capital, there are no water lanterns, and there are no carved buildings and painting boats, but red lanterns are hung everywhere, and many children have also changed into new clothes - after the withdrawal of Beihu, the people who were collected in major towns have also returned to the towns and villages where they lived before, although there are different degrees of damage due to the war, but this time the imperial court has made great compensation, and every family can have a good year.

The team to welcome the general home has spontaneously organized at the gate of the city to welcome Zhao Fu's return. Zhao Fu had been running around outside for a year, and the feeling of returning home when he returned to the place where he grew up made him feel very at ease, and after greeting his parents and fellow villagers, he quickly let them disperse.

"Cao Zhongqing, you take An Yuan away." Because of the needs of work, Liu Anyuan was also brought over by Zhao Fu, he didn't plan to deal with all kinds of strange war reports or requests on holidays, anyway, Hu Ren should not fight again, just leave everything to Liu Anyuan. Liu Anyuan also came to Lanting City for the first time, and he looked around very curiously, and even he would write down some of Cao Zhongqing's introductions with the banknotes he carried.

It feels so good to be home! Zhao Fu visited the old housekeeper Cao, who was in good health, and then returned to the room where he hadn't lived for a long time but was still clean and tidy, and the bedding, incense burner, and even the night pot were all placed in the place he was familiar with. Lying on my big bed, the stove in the room has already been lit, warm and soft, and it feels really super super comfortable!

Zhao Fu has grown a lot in the past year, the feeling of fatigue on horseback, so tired that he can fall asleep on a horse, no matter how sleepy he is, he can still hold on to his weapon, and all kinds of experiences that are different from his usual stable life fill this year. Of course, the most common thing to see is life and death, dying on the battlefield or wailing and dying in the eyes of your companions.

The memory of this year, as long as he thinks of it casually, Zhao Fu can be sure that this is not a dream, even if he is lying on this soft and clean bed now, even if the room is warm, but it is very likely that he will hold the cold long knife again in the next moment, pull the rough reins, and meet the hot blood of the enemy.

War is not a game, although the room is very warm, and Zhao Fu is also very tired from Baifeng City back to Lanting City all the way, but he is not sleepy, he is very sober.

He once told Lin Haoyan to take the North Court within three years and include the North Court in the territory of the Lanhe Empire. After this year, he also knew that he might have exaggerated a little, although the victory would eventually belong to him, but the time of this victory is not easy to say, it may be a year, it may be ten years.

Zhao Fu lay on the bed and broke his ten fingers at each other, estimating how long it would take him to pacify Beihu.

"Master?" Outside the door, Zheng Yuan was knocking on the door.

"The door is unlocked, come in." Zhao Fu has never had the habit of locking the door at home, which Cao Zhongqing and Zheng Yuan and the servants in the Zhao Mansion all know, Zhao Fu waited for a long time, but found that Zheng Yuan did not come in and was a little curious, and urged again.

"No, just say it outside the door." Zheng Yuan insisted, and then knelt outside the door.

"Okay, okay, what's the matter?" Zhao Fu knew Zheng Yuan's temperament, so he didn't care about Zheng Yuan about these little things, and liked Zheng Yuan.

Zheng Yuan was actually stunned for a long time, it was not Yan Gu who slaughtered the people of Baifeng City, but him. Initially, when Yang Shizhu proposed the plan to use the residents of Baifeng City as meat shields, Zheng Yuan did not have time to delay it, and this was originally an unsolvable strategy, unless he ignored the residents of Baifeng City like Zheng Yuan, and those who stood in his way were killed.

This was also the only solution, and later, Zheng Yuan thought that this kind of killing without regard for his own people could not be known to others, whether it was Zhao Fu or the rest of the Lanhe Empire. Therefore, he could only decide to kill all the inhabitants present. Dead people can't open their mouths, and if all the killing is blamed on Hu Ren and Yang Shizhu, no one will know the truth of this matter.

In this way, no one knew that Zhao Fu's generals had ordered the slaughter of their own people, and no one could use this to attack their masters. This is Zheng Yuan's idea, and the lives of 80,000 people are no match for Zhao Fu's reputation in his eyes.

Zheng Yuan didn't think about it at the beginning, if he put down his weapon and negotiated with Yan Gu, would it be another result. But Zheng Yuan quickly vetoed it, if he was dragged down like Yan Gu, not to mention what kind of decision Zhao Fu would make after Zhao Fu came, it was also a question whether Zhao Fu could come, and after that, the army that the Hu people came to take over Bai Feng City would definitely not be able to withstand the more than 10,000 cavalry in Zhao Fu's hands. Zheng Yuan believes that this is the most correct way to do it.

But even so, Zheng Yuan's heart was still tormented, and it seemed that there were 80,000 unjust souls cursing around him every night.

"There's one thing...... I don't know if I'm right or wrong. Zheng Yuan uses the most concise expression of his convention in a unique way.

"It's just something I can't evaluate, so you came to me?" Zhao Fu asked rhetorically.

"Hmm."

"And is the outcome of this thing good or bad?" Zhao Fu continued to ask.

"Okay."

"Isn't that right?"

"But ......" Zheng Yuan felt that many things could not be judged by the results alone.

Click, the door suddenly opened, and the heater in the room rushed towards Zheng Yuan. Then it was Zhao Fu's warm hand that was baked and gently covered Zheng Yuan's head.

"Zheng Yuan, we're men." Zhao Fu said meaningfully.

"Huh?"

"So, just do what we think is right." Zhao Fu smiled and rubbed Zheng Yuan's hair, "There are three kinds of people in this world, men, women and fools, since we are men, we have to do what we think is right." ”

Zhao Fu didn't know what Zheng Yuan had brought to Zheng Yuan with this very bloody and middle-blooded sentence that he said on a whim, but this sentence was actually said to himself, if he was always afraid of failure and worried about the good or bad in the eyes of others, would that still be himself? Is that still a man?

"Young master, young master!" In Lanting City, Cao Zhongqing still prefers to call Zhao Fu a young master, after all, he has been used to calling him a general for so many years, and he always feels awkward to call him a general.

"How?"

"Madame, Madame is here!"

Madam? Zhao Fu looked confused, could it be his mother? No way? Do you still have a mother in this world?

Cao Zhongqing saw that Zhao Fu still had an unresponsive expression, and hurriedly explained: "It's Miss Qin." ”

"Oh-oh-oh———" Zhao Fu finally understood, was overjoyed, and ran directly to the door.

"Huh! The first person to go was the Qin Mansion......" Cao Zhongqing saw Zhao Fu like this, and hurriedly chased after him and shouted, and hurriedly asked people to prepare a car to go to the Qin Mansion.

Zheng Yuan was still sitting in front of the door of Zhao Fu's room alone, still thinking about Zhao Fu's words before, for Zheng Yuan, as long as Zhao Fu said it, Zheng Yuan would think about it seriously.

What do you think is right? Zheng Yuan kept muttering, "Do it, yourself, the right thing." ”