Since the pacification of Mobei three years ago, the surrounding countries have written to the courtiers, coupled with the wind and rain in the past two years, the people live and work in peace and contentment, Dachu ushered in an unprecedented prosperous era, as the capital of the country, the prosperity of the capital, to the point of making people feel frightened and even awe.

In the evening, the lively day of the capital city not only did not stop but became more and more noisy, the street was crowded with people and could not be seen at a glance, the sound of selling, noisy, children's laughter, under the reflection of the lanterns, it was a prosperous and prosperous world.

Listening to the wind pavilion is just an ordinary teahouse in the capital, but the location is not bad, the back is Yishui, standing at the window can see the sparkling Yishui, its boat to and fro, is also a busy scene. The sky has never been dark, and the huge lobby of Tingfeng Pavilion is already overcrowded, a cup of tea, a plate of refreshments, talking about today's days in twos and threes, it looks so leisurely, but it is a pity that several shopkeepers are called around, and their busy clothes are soaked.

Suddenly, a loud bang sounded in the lobby, like a sharp blade cutting off the noise of the lobby, and everyone unconsciously looked at Mr. Yu in the center of the lobby.

Mr. Yu has passed the age of ear shun, white hair and white beard, thin face, and looks a little fairy, but the most attractive thing is his commentary, come to listen to the wind pavilion this half month, listen to the wind pavilion is full every day, the laughing shopkeeper hates to treat him as an ancestor. After patting the waking wood, Mr. Yu cleared his throat even more, and then said: "Three-foot Longquan Ten Thousand Books, how can I be born in heaven?" can't govern the country and secure the world, and vainly call men and children! Let's pick up the last book, 30,000 Xuanjia guards, wielding a knife and stepping on the golden tent! ”

In a subdued voice, Mr. Yu patted Xingmu again, and then said: "Xuanjiawei, what is Xuanjia?" Feng Yanran Mountain Ming once said that the Xuanjia is shining in the sun, and the Zhu flag is in the sky, which means that the Xuanjia is where the Xuanjia goes, and the pennant covers the sky. The saint personally named the Xuanjiawei, hoping that the Xuanjiawei would be invincible, and the Xuanjiawei also lived up to the high expectations of the saint, with only 30,000 iron hooves, he dared to go deep into the Mobei grassland and approach the Tatar Golden Horde. Speaking of which, the old man has to mention that the Seven Princes who are in charge of the Xuanjia Guard are not good, it is the Heavenly Martial Qu Star descending to the earth......"

When Mr. Yu said this, there was a sudden burst of untimely laughter, which instantly attracted everyone's attention.

The smiling person's skin is like clotted fat, his eyes are bright, his hands are slender like jade, especially when he laughs, he shows two small dimples, which looks very cute. Therefore, even if she wore a scribe's dress, many people still recognized her as a girl, and it was precisely for this reason that no one bothered with her, and some people even guessed in their hearts which lady ran out to play.

Mr. Yu has been walking the world for decades, how can he not see that she is a little girl, but when he saw the old man in gray sitting beside her, a different color flashed in his eyes, but he concealed it very well No one can see it, and then smiled: "It seems that this little brother doesn't believe in the old man very much?" It's okay if you don't believe in the old man, but if the Seventh Prince hadn't descended from Wuqu Xing, how could he have a vision of heaven and earth when he was born, and how could he become a congenital master in the year of the weak crown? There are many people who practice martial arts in the world, and there is no one in a thousand miles who can become a congenital master, and there is only one person who can become a congenital master in the year of the weak crown for thousands of years, don't you say? ”

In Mr. Yu's elongated voice, everyone in the lobby shouted at the same time, it is estimated that if it weren't for the fact that she was a little girl and an unusually beautiful little girl, everyone's saliva would drown her.

Waving his hand to signal everyone to be quiet, Mr. Yu continued: "After talking about the Seven Princes, let's talk about Xuanjiawei, there are all heroes in the rivers and lakes, martial arts masters." Four years ago, you all witnessed the martial arts test, and there are still heroes who participated in the martial arts test, so there is no need for the old man to talk too much. ”

Everyone in the lobby, even if they can't see the martial arts test with their own eyes, they won't say it, otherwise they won't seem to be ignorant? At this moment, Mr. Yu patted Xingmu again, and said in a deep voice: "Okay, let's continue what we just said, it will be Wuqu Xing who will descend to earth, and the soldiers will be heroes and hot-blooded men in the rivers and lakes, who can resist such an army?" Tu also on the river, the seventh prince shouted, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses of the Tatar Department are people on their backs, and then the Xuanjia Wei is like a divine soldier descending from all directions to instantly surround the Tatar Department, bows and arrows, horizontal knives, spears, the Tartar who killed is crying dad and shouting mother, and he hates that his father and mother did not give him two more legs. In the end, the army of 60,000 people was slaughtered by the 30,000 elite soldiers of our Xuanjiawei, and the blood shed dyed Tuyejiang red, and the casualties of Xuanjiawei were less than 1,000, less than 1,000! In the elongated voice, Mr. Yu's tone suddenly lowered, and said: "The old man heard that as long as it rains now, blood will come out of the ground, and some people hear the sound of crying on the Tuye River, which is a soul asking for his life!" However, as soon as you shout at the Xuanjiawei Might, the voice immediately disappears, why is this? Scare away! ”

Suddenly, there was a burst of laughter in the lobby, and more tea guests invited Xiao Er, dropped a piece of broken silver for him to send a storyteller, and soon, a lot of broken silver and copper plates were thrown on the tea tray. Holding his fists and saluting everyone, Mr. Yu continued: "Destroy the 60,000 iron hooves of the Tartar Department, and the Xuanjiawei will rush to the Golden Horde without stopping......"

This time, although the little girl wanted to laugh, she couldn't hold back, then looked at the old man beside her, pouted and said: "He is also too good at, what kind of Tatar people are scared when they shout?" Speaking of this, the little girl's eyes rolled, her face was full of smiles again, and she said, "Grandpa, if you tell me, you are the governor of the northwest, it couldn't be clearer, Yao'er will give you a cup of tea." As she spoke, the little girl picked up the teacup with both hands and handed it to the old man.

The old man in gray was Chen Dingyuan, but Chen Dingyuan resigned as the governor of the Northwest Metropolitan and was replaced by Fang Lin. Back in the capital, Chen Dingyuan either raised flowers and teased birds, or Han Sun Rongyi, three years have passed, his face no longer has the fortitude and fierceness of a soldier, and his face is as gentle as the old man next door, especially in the face of his favorite granddaughter Chen Mengyao.

Seeing the sly smile on the little girl's face, Chen Dingyuan couldn't help but shake his head, and said with a kind face: "You girl." Taking the teacup handed by the little girl, the old man in gray sighed lightly, and thought for a moment before he spoke: "At that time, the army had just captured Umut, and Battle led 200,000 iron hooves to pounce, and Xuanjiawei was preparing to step on the golden horde......"

At this moment, the little girl couldn't help but interrupt him and said, "Grandpa, why didn't Battle destroy the Xuanjiawei first?" After a pause at this, the little girl suddenly showed a look of sudden realization, and continued: "He left 60,000 horses, 60,000 against 30,000, and was destroyed by Xuanjiawei, what a fool." By the way, grandpa, are there really only a thousand casualties? ”

Hehe laughed, Chen Dingyuan shook his head and said: "No matter how high the Xuanjiawei martial arts are, he is also a human being, and he can be invulnerable." ”

Hearing what her grandfather said, the little girl couldn't help but glance at Mr. Storyteller and muttered, "Liar." Grandpa, you go on. ”

Chen Dingyuan didn't say anything, but said with a smile: "Then, I rushed to the Golden Horde, flattened the Golden Horde, and also took back the heroic spirits of the soldiers of the Yue Cavalry Captain." ”

The little girl hadn't heard of Captain Yue, so she couldn't help asking, "Captain Yue?" ”

At this moment, Chen Dingyuan no longer had a smile on his face, nodded and said, "Yes, Captain Yue." After telling the deeds of the Yue cavalry captain in Mobei, Chen Dingyuan said slowly: "The Seventh Prince's raid on the Golden Horde is not only to hit the morale of the Tatar department, but also to take back the Yue cavalry captain. Grandpa heard that when the Seventh Prince broke through the Golden Tent and invited the heroic spirits of the Yue Cavalry Captains to return home, the Lord turned Lin Changqing's head into a puff of light smoke and drifted away with the wind. Speaking of this, Chen Dingyuan also had a trace of sadness and sadness on his face, in order to pacify Mobei, how many hot-blooded men fell in Mobei, and how many people lost their sons, husbands, and fathers.

Listening to her grandfather's deep voice, the little girl's face was full of admiration, and her bright eyes flashed one after another, looking very fascinated.

Sighing lightly, Chen Dingyuan's expression calmed down, and then said: "To pacify Mobei, the Seventh Prince immediately wrote to the imperial court, and sealed Lin Changqing as the general of Zhenbei, and then, the Seventh Prince ordered Xuanjiawei to go to various places to send the relics and pensions of the fallen soldiers of Yue Caiwei and Xuanjiawei to their relatives, which is the Seven Princes, and personally went to Jiangnan Province and Huainan Province to send the fallen soldiers back to their hometowns, which took two years. ”

With a soft sound, the little girl nodded and said, "No wonder, I haven't heard from him in the past two years." When Yao'er was a child, my uncle and uncle often talked about me about the Seventh Prince, if I was naughty, I would be the same as the Seventh Prince! Alas, now that I think about it, if I were a man, I would also become a hero like the Seventh Prince. ”

Seeing the admiration and fascination in the little girl's eyes, Chen Dingyuan couldn't help but smile and said, "You little girl, you don't want to practice martial arts, and you still want to go to war?" ”

Pouting, the little girl said disapprerovingly: "I'm not a man, if I can go to the battlefield, I will definitely practice martial arts hard and become a general like Grandpa and the Seventh Prince." ”

Haha laughed, Chen Dingyuan didn't say anything more, and the little girl glanced at her grandfather Chen Dingyuan with great dissatisfaction and couldn't help asking: "But grandpa, how do I remember, didn't the Seventh Prince just return to Beijing?" ”

Chen Dingyuan obviously knew something, the smile on his face had already dissipated, and he was silent for a moment before he spoke: "The Seventh Prince went to Lingnan. ”

"Lingnan?" muttered to herself, the little girl didn't understand why she came, but she just looked at her grandfather's low face, although she was curious, she didn't ask, but she swore in her heart that she would find someone to find out when she went back.

In the silence of the two, there was a loud bang, and it was Mr. Yu who took a picture of Xingmu and shouted: "I want to know how Luo Dashuai broke the 200,000 elite soldiers of the Tartars, and listen to the next decomposition!" ”

Hearing the storyteller's words, the little girl couldn't help laughing anymore, the crisp and lively laughter, like a silver bell ringing quietly, so pleasant, it was a middle-aged scribe who sat in a corner of the teahouse and had never spoken, and a smile appeared on his face.