"Mother, it seems that my father is going to listen to the advice of that Han man and go to fight Houjin, why don't you persuade him?" Ezhe was still pretending to be strong, looking at the beautiful woman in front of him, and he had a feeling of disgust. These rouge gouaches should not have appeared in the accounts of Mongolian women. These are also things that only those Han people can use, so he hates them.

The beautiful woman looked at the bronze mirror, lightly smeared her blush on her face, and then smiled with satisfaction. The wrinkles at the corners of the eyes still squeeze off the pearl powder on the face, and the old, even if they cover up, can only deceive others, but not themselves. The beautiful woman sighed and said, "After all, it will not be the same again." The beautiful woman sighed no longer and alluded to this Chahar tribe. The Mongol Dynasty back then, the current Chahar Department, is not the same after all. That kind of Iron Cavalry Dynasty can only live in a corner now, and even the last territory is in jeopardy.

She was stunned for a moment, then patiently continued to apply the pearl powder, and said to the mirror: "Your father is the master, and no one can shake it." Don't look for it. The decisions he made naturally have his reasons, and you just follow them. As for what kind of medicine is sold in that Han man's gourd, don't you know if you ask your sister to test the temptation? ”

Ezhe smiled evilly and said: "I like my mother's unscrupulous appearance, Uncle Zak said that you stood on the Xilamulun River back then, witnessed the pressure of 100,000 troops, and indulged in singing, is it true?" He pressed his hand on the scimitar at his waist, and propped one hand on the wooden railing, looking cynical.

The pearl powder from the corner of the beautiful woman's eyes shook off, and a tear fell. The woman smiled wryly. "So what? I sigh that the king's tent is gone, and I cry that there is no wind and grass to see cattle and sheep. Such a fertile grassland. Now I can only find a place to live on this plateau. Alas. ”

The woman picked up the saliva grease, pursed her lips, and said with a miserable smile, "In the future, go to your father for all this mess, don't bother me." The woman felt that she had talked too much, and she said in disgust, "I have had enough of worrying." ”

Ezhe turned to leave, his grip on the scimitar tighter. Outside, a rainstorm is coming. Ezhe looked at the king's tent and brushed his sideburns away. Glancing at the inky sky that was about to arrive, he muttered, "Wait." ”

Inside the yurt, a fire is burning. Yang Fan drank goat's milk wine, and the monk Yizhu on the side didn't drink wine and didn't eat meat, so he could only use light and water. After waiting for a long time, he finally waited for the barley cake brought by the border people, and he would never refuse such a cake. He didn't care if the border people understood it or not. And when he had thanked the barley cake, he took it up and roasted it on the fire. He likes the texture with a slightly burnt texture. Yang Fan had also tried to roast like him before, after eating. It's the crispy texture of a biscuit. But right now, he doesn't have the time to bake biscuits with Yizhu.

Yang Fan watched the black clouds turn over the ink, covering the sky of the distant mountains. Drinking the milk wine in the cup, he said, "Yizhu." You say, this day. Isn't it going to rain? ”

"I guess there's going to be a heavy rain tonight."

Ichitake smiled but didn't say a word. I just changed the biscuit in my hand and baked it carefully. It takes a lot of work and effort to dry the water.

Yang Fan thanked the jerky handed by the border people, and said vaguely while chewing: "Rain, come slowly." "Why hasn't he worked hard to wait for this rain to come?

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Jingshi, no matter what time it is, this prosperity never decreases in the slightest. The big families in Beijing, with endless money and endless food, can celebrate the New Year very easily and festively, and for ordinary people, the New Year is like the New Year. Passing the New Year, hindering the pass, is considered the New Year.

The carriage entered the city, and the old man poked his head out and looked at the long-lost capital. He's back again. Sun Chengzong, in his seventies, ascended to the court again. This time, maybe Liaodong is going to make some big moves. Li Yuhuan stood at the corner of the street, saw the old man in the carriage curtain, walked up directly, and showed his signature smile, "Uncle Sun, long time no see." ”

Sun Chengzong looked at it carefully for a long time, nodded, and said, "I haven't seen you for a year, the Li family kids, they are all so old, they are really old." The old man hadn't seen the people and things in the capital for a long time, so he told a few words, let the carriage go back first, and walk side by side on the street with Li Yuhuan.

Li Yuhuan quipped: "Uncle Sun is very biased. When Yu Huan was in Jinling, he heard that Uncle Sun and Mr. exchanged letters many times. Yu Huan also sent several letters to Gaoyang, but you didn't reply to one. He hugged Sun Chengzong, indeed, this old man who had been in charge of Liao all his life was already a little too old to do anything.

Sun Chengzong said with a smile: "Hehe, you descendants, it's not that you don't know my temperament, if it weren't for something, do you think the old man is willing to give that headache coffin......" The old man's face, which was still smiling, stiffened suddenly, and seemed to touch his heart, his face sank, and he shook his head and sighed: "Don't say it." When people are dead, what else can they say? ”

"Sir, he ......" Li Yuhuan understood that he had spoken of a taboo. Now that the court is still in the court, Yang Fan has to be whispered, don't dare to say too much, otherwise, the so-called civil prosecutor will come up to talk to you, if you still have some heads, then it is not the matter of the so-called dog's tail officials, Jinyiwei please drink tea, and it is the permission of the saint.

"Forget it, when people die, you don't have to say anything, you don't have to say anything." Sun Chengzong's white hair was blowing in the wind.

"If Uncle Sun is serious, Li Yuhuan will definitely live up to your expectations, if it is reluctant, forget it. Twisted melons are always not sweet. When a group of scholars in the capital saw the second prince, they wanted to come forward to greet them, but they were stopped by a look from Sun Chengzong.

Sun Chengzong patted Li Yuhuan on the shoulder and said: "Back then, I passed through Liaodong, and how many capable people were under my hands, but how many people could compare strategies with Fan Wencheng and Huang Taiji. In the first battle of Dalinghe, I was in Beijing, and I could see that such strategies and tactics were not something ordinary people could think of. You have been with Yang Fan for so long, maybe you still don't have the strategic vision of him. ”

Sun Chengzong stopped, "Okay, Yu Huan, go back." The old man has his own place to stay. Li Yuhuan pondered carefully about what he said just now, bowed his hand to the posthumous salute, and said: "My father said that he would pick up the wind and wash the dust in the White Building for Uncle Sun, and I hope that Uncle Sun will appreciate his face tonight." ”

Sun Chengzong nodded and said with a smile: "It must be." ”

The long street was bustling, Sun Chengzong looked at the big drum tower in the center, his eyes narrowed, and he couldn't stop sighing: "It's really old." (To be continued......)