Mama Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, even she didn't know if she was afraid that the queen would be annoyed and hurt the fourth girl of Duanmu, or if the queen herself was injured.

The queen left, and the palace maids she brought naturally followed her and left.

The other people who came to see the "excitement" also dispersed silently, and the surroundings suddenly became empty.

Han Xing skillfully manipulated the spool of the paper kite, and put the one-man-long phoenix paper kite in the air higher.

"Scarlet cousin, you see that the paper kite in this palace flies higher than your peacock!"

"Scarlet cousin, be careful, don't lean too close!"

"If the two of them get together, they're going to leave us and elope!"

Han Xing looked up at the two paper kites in the sky, and his pretty little face was radiant.

Duanmu Fei was a little in a hurry, the more he wanted to pull the peacock paper kite in another direction, the more the peacock paper kite leaned towards Han Xing, and Han Xing shouted "wow" in a hurry......

A small chamberlain who had been watching for a while hurriedly stepped forward and asked diligently: "Fourth girl, do you want the villain to ......come?"

Before the little waiter's words were finished, Duanmu Fei hurriedly stuffed the spool in his hand into his hand, as if throwing away a hot potato.

The little waiter's hands and feet are very neat, one moment to close the line, one time to pull the line, one time to release the line, after a while, the distance between the two paper kites is stretched to two feet away.

"Fourth girl, it's okay." Afterwards, the little chamberlain returned the spool to Duanmu Fei, and from time to time instructed her how to control the paper kite.

The two little girls continued to put their paper kites heartlessly, with bright smiles and clear laughter, as if they had long forgotten the queen.

"......" Mama Cheng looked at these two little masters with a complicated expression, and she really didn't know whether to sigh that they were stupid and blessed, or to praise them for having big hearts.

Mama Cheng cleared her throat, took a few steps forward, and saluted the two little girls.

"Mama Cheng, why are you here?" Hanxing put the paper kite on the other hand, and at the same time he still had the heart to pay attention to Mama Cheng.

"Your Royal Highness," Mama Cheng truthfully said Duanmu Guifei's instructions, "Guifei Niangniang asked the slave maid to tell His Royal Highness, Her Royal Highness the eldest princess of Changqing entered the palace today, Your Highness, you and the fourth Duanmu girl had better avoid ......"

Han Xing's gaze still didn't take off her phoenix paper kite, and she was still happily putting the paper kite in a higher direction, casually raised her hand and pointed in a direction, and said, "This palace just saw Aunt Changqing, but she didn't come." ”

Mama Cheng glanced in the direction pointed by Han Xing, her heart relaxed, and said with a smile: "Your Royal Highness the Fourth Princess, if you are tired of playing with the four girls of Duanmu, go back early, and His Royal Highness the Great Prince will go back to Zhongcui Palace for dinner in a while." ”

"Got it, got it." Han Xing happily responded.

Saying that, Han Xing looked at Duanmu Fei's side, and said, "Cousin Fei, why don't you accompany this palace to live in the palace for a few more days, and then this palace will go back to your grandfather's house with you, how about it?" ”

Han Xing's eyes were shining, and he was a little happy: there are fewer rules and access control outside the palace than in the palace, and he is really much freer. Well, anyway, the mother didn't urge her to go back to the palace, so she assumed that she would go back to her grandfather's house as a mother concubine.

"Oh." Duanmu Fei was still engrossed in struggling with her paper kite, and she answered the sentence smoothly.

Han Xing suspected that his cousin hadn't heard what he was saying at all, so he covered his mouth and snickered.

Duanmu Guifei thought about it well, and also asked the imperial dining room to prepare her son's favorite dishes, but the eldest prince still couldn't come back after all, and at dusk, he sent someone to summon that he wanted to stay with the emperor to serve the sick and not go back.

Not only this day, but in the next few days, Mu Youxian also stayed in the Heart Cultivation Palace, and Duanmu Guifei could only send the palace maids of Zhong Cui Palace to the Heart Cultivation Palace from time to time to send some food.

After living in the palace for three days, Han Xing said goodbye to Duanmu Guifei and happily took Duanmu Fei out of the palace together.

Duanmu Fei stayed in the palace for three days, the freshness had already passed, she rarely didn't need to be urged, so she got up early in the morning, and after half the hour, the Zhulun car carried the cousins from the palace gate and left.

It was still early, and the streets of the capital were deserted.

In the carriage, Duanmu covered her mouth lazily and yawned, looking lazy, as if she hadn't slept enough.

In contrast, Han Xing was in high spirits, like a bird that escaped from the cage, his eyes lit up.

"Cousin Scarlet, the eldest brother is back, let's call him to play polo in a few days," Han Xing pulled Duanmu Fei's sleeve and proposed with great interest, "By the way, there is also Xiao Tian!" Cousin Yu seems to have mentioned to Hongu which inn he lives in...... What is it called...... What an inn in the clouds! ”

Looking at Han Xing's thoughtful appearance, Duanmu Fei smiled and said, "Just ask Cousin You." ”

Han Xing was in his heart, saying that the wind is the rain, and immediately said to the horseman: "Let's go to the household yamen!" "Li Tingyu is on an errand in the household department.

So, the Zhulun car had just driven out of the street and turned around halfway and headed towards the Yamen of the Household Department.

The more Han Xing spoke, the more energetic he became, "There are still three people left, think about it again." ”

Han Xing dipped his fingertips in tea, wrote several names on the small table in the middle of the carriage, and said to Duanmu Fei the advantages and disadvantages of each person, such as the second girl of General Lu's Mansion who is good at defending and not attacking, for example, the fifth prince of Yongchang Bofu is good at riding and is especially good at raiding; For example, the county lord of Qingping is particularly good at passing......

The two cousins analyzed the way word by word, and by the time the carriage arrived at Xiangyun Lane, Han Xing had already made several reservations.

"We need to get everyone together as soon as possible and practice how to cooperate." Han Xing's eyes were shining, and he waved his small fist and swore solemnly, "Hmph, that Mu Zhiqin always said that we would win by Cousin Yan, this time, this palace must let her know that even if there is no Cousin Yan, we can beat her polo team to the ground." ”

At the mention of Feng Yan, the teacup in Duanmu Fei's hand shook slightly, and the tea in the cup also swayed.

Her eyes were a little dazed, and she picked up the corner of the curtain of the carriage and looked out at the blue sky.

Calculating the time, Feng Yan should be almost in the south.

Feng Yan took the three thousand elite dining style to sleep, and went all the way south non-stop, crossing several states, and at this moment he had entered the territory of Yunnan Prefecture.

It has been a full year and eight months since Feng Yan arrived in the south in February last year.

At that time, Dian Prefecture and half of Qianzhou fell into the hands of Nanhuai, and the southern border can be said to be in danger for everyone, full of desolation.

This time, Qianzhou is very different!

Although many cities still bear traces of war, they are no longer heavily guarded and lifeless, like the vigorous weeds that have begun to sprout and grow vigorously in the ruins.

The last time I came, Feng Yan was a low-key trip and had to avoid people's eyes; But this time, he led his troops to the outside of Duchang City, Dian Prefecture.

Yan Zhaolin had already obtained the official document, and sent someone out of the city twenty miles to pick up Feng Yan and his party, so he knew the exact time of Feng Yan's arrival in advance, and led his troops to wait outside Duchang City early.

"Childe, please come here."

Yan Zhaolin personally led Feng Yan and his party into the city.

Three thousand elites camped outside the city, and Feng Yan only brought a dozen of his own soldiers and cronies into the city.

In late October, the temperature in Duchang City was still as warm as early summer, and the people in the city came and went, calm and easy, and it seemed that it was no different from other cities along the way, and it was not as peaceful and leisurely as a town in front of the battlefield.

The people in this city didn't know Feng Yan, but they knew Yan Zhaolin, and they all stopped to look at them.

Yan Zhaolin quickly led Feng Yan into the garrison mansion and came to the main hall.

Feng Yan sat down on the Taishi chair at the top, and Yan Zhaolin, who was dressed in armor, took off his helmet, solemnly knelt down on one knee in front of Feng Yan, and bowed.

"Childe!"

This is not the first time Yan Zhaolin has called Feng Yan Gongzi, but it is the most exciting, with all kinds of emotion, sigh and joy in the two words.

Yan Zhaolin's eyes were blazing, with a scorching heat, "The last general has finally lived up to the trust." ”

"Mr. Yan, sit down and talk." Feng Yan said with a smile.

This way, he was quick and dusty, but he was still in good spirits, with a pair of phoenix eyes bright and bright, like a morning star in the sky.

Yan Zhaolin stood up, sat down on a red lacquered wooden circle chair at the bottom, temporarily put the helmet on the square table next to him, and began to get down to business: "Childe, according to your meaning, Changxu City is still in Nanhuai's hands for the time being. ”

Since he decided to change his plan at the beginning of August, Feng Yan flew to the southern border and sent the book to the southern border, so that Yan Zhaolin could temporarily keep the three cities in the southern border.

The corners of Feng Yan's mouth hooked, and a sharp light flashed in his phoenix eyes, and he asked, "How is Changxu City doing over there?" ”

Yan Zhaolin knew the situation in the south well, and immediately replied: "In the past few years, Changxu City has been under the jurisdiction of Liang Sicheng, and the people in the city are quite stable. ”

Yan Zhaolin got up as he spoke, stretching out his hand to make a petition.

He led Feng Yan to the western wall, where a map of the southern border was hung, and many marks were made with small flags on it.

Yan Zhaolin raised his hand and pointed to Changxu City, which was located on the border between Qianzhou and Dianzhou on the map, and continued: "The last general has taken most of the cities around Changxu City, leaving only Yougong City in the northwest and Lincang City in the rear, which are separated by a river. ”

They just wanted to turn Changxu City into an isolated island on the sea, but they deliberately left Yougong City as a gap, giving the people of Nanhuai a glimmer of hope to "see", so that the other party felt that they might counterattack again in this battle.

The purpose is, of course, to contain Nanhuai's troops.

"Good." Feng Yan nodded slightly, squinting at the map on the wall, "How many troops and grain and grass does Nan Huai still have in the southern border now?" ”

"According to the scouts, the strength of the three cities is about 100,000, but there are still many old, weak, sick and disabled among them, and there are at most 80,000 troops who can really fight."

"Their grain and grass should last for a month, and Nanhuai's supply route is from along the Dali River to Dianzhou...... If we can surround Lincang City, we can cut off their food and grass supply routes from here. ”

"Childe, please look here......"

Yan Zhaolin's fingers pointed at the map, and carefully reported the military situation in the south to Feng Yan.

For a while, only his voice could be heard in the hall and the fierce and murderous wind outside the hall.

I don't know how long it took, a tall and thin young general came to the outside of the hall, and after crossing the threshold, he said to Yan Zhaolin: "General Yan, the battalion is already on standby." ”

Yan Zhaolin bowed slightly at the young general, and then looked at Feng Yan with an inquiring look, "Childe? ”

"Let's go." Feng Yan calmly gave two words, and walked out of the hall first.

Yan Zhaolin strode to follow, one hand straddling the scabbard at his side, and his steps were vigorous, exuding a fierce momentum.

They have been waiting for this day for a long, long time!

The military camp of Duchang City is located in the western suburbs, and at a glance it is a continuous group of blue-gray military tents, which are connected with the clouds in the sky.

At this moment, a solemn atmosphere permeated the barracks.

Tens of thousands of soldiers gathered in the open space in the center of the barracks, standing solemnly, one by one holding a spear or carrying a long knife at the waist, the sharp tip of the spear, the blade of the knife flashed a little cold light, and a bronze helmet and iron armor shining in the sunlight.

Everyone's eyes were all looking in the same direction, looking at the young man in Xuanyi who came side by side with Yan Zhaolin.

Under the sun, the young man was handsome and picturesque, and his bright phoenix eyes were as bright as the night sky dotted with stars.

The expressions of the soldiers were complicated, their eyes looked at Feng Yan without blinking, and they vaguely guessed the identity of this young man in their hearts.

In the scorching gaze of everyone, Feng Yan was still so calm, his expression was lazy, and he walked leisurely, as if he was not facing tens of thousands of soldiers, but wandering in the garden.

Soon, Feng Yan and Yan Zhaolin walked to the high platform in front of the soldiers.

Feng Yan stood tall and looked down at the black-pressed queue under the stage with a smile, and announced loudly: "From now on, I will take over the Southern Border Army!" ”

A simple sentence made the expressions of the soldiers below even more complicated, three days ago, General Yan had already informed the soldiers that their new master was coming to the southern border.

Feng Yan's words are equivalent to affirming the speculation in the hearts of the soldiers, the young man in front of him is the widow of Emperor Chongming!

For a while, the expressions of the soldiers below were more complicated, some were excited, some were apprehensive, some were questioning, and some were suddenly open.

For example, a few middle-aged soldiers who had seen Emperor Chongming, they only thought that Feng Yan looked like the eldest princess of Anping before, but now they realized that Feng Yan really looked like Emperor Chongming.

For example, a few soldiers of the Huojiao Battalion who had seen Feng Yan in Sinan City in February last year showed a bit of a sudden realization on their faces: No wonder General Yan was so respectful to him at that time, almost to the point of obeying his words.

There are also some people who have a trace of apprehension and doubt: Will this eighteen-year-old boy be the master they are pursuing?!

There was silence below, and the atmosphere became even more eerie.

"Generalissimo Feng," a square-faced young general in his twenties suddenly shouted at the top of his voice, "how are you going to take over the Southern Frontier Army?" There was a sense of anger in his tone.

Yan Zhaolin frowned slightly, and his eyes sank.

They were supposed to start on the ninth day of September, but it was temporarily canceled because of the fighting in the north, and some soldiers questioned it at that time.

"I don't know if Generalissimo Feng dares to go to the battlefield?!"

Another short-bearded soldier in his thirties immediately questioned and looked indignant.

For the ninth day of the ninth month of September, they had been preparing for so long, just waiting for Feng Yan to ascend the throne as emperor logically, but he regressed at the most critical juncture!

This son of Emperor Chongming still can't bring things up, and he doesn't take responsibility, how can he be the master of Ming...... I'm afraid it's just the second Emperor Longzhi!

Feng Yan looked at the two people who spoke, the corners of his lips curled slightly, he smiled silently, and the beautiful phoenix eyes were bright and sharp, as sharp as the sword out of the box.

Several soldiers from the Fire Gun Battalion below looked at this scene, their expressions became extremely subtle, and they couldn't help but think of the scene in Sinan City in February last year again, some people secretly blushed, and some people looked at the two people sympathetically, thinking that they had also doubted Feng Yan's strength at the beginning, but what was the result?!

Several of the soldiers of the Fire Gun Battalion hung their heads unnaturally, and they still felt some pain in their cheeks.

"To the battlefield?!" The square-faced young man said mockingly, "Maybe it's a coward, otherwise, why do you do things like mother-in-law?!" ”

"That's right!"

"Repeatedly, indecisive, how to convince the public!"

“……”

Five or six more people below followed suit, booing them.

There were also some people around who nodded slightly in agreement, and they exchanged heads and ears in twos and threes, and there was a commotion in the crowd.

Of course, Feng Yan understood what they really wanted to say, and the corners of his lips curled higher.

Yan Zhaolin's brows furrowed even tighter, he took half a step forward, and wanted to say something, but was stopped by Feng Yan raising his hand.

Yan Zhaolin immediately retreated and left it to Feng Yan to deal with it himself.

Others don't know about Feng Yan, but Yan Zhaolin has followed Feng Yan for several years, and watched Feng Yan come to this point step by step under the emperor's nose, and he is naturally convinced of Feng Yan's ability.

Feng Yan stood with his hands in his hands, calmly looked at the few people below with angry expressions, and said, "Before I answer this question, let me ask you a question, what do you think of the prosperous age?" ”

The square-faced young general exchanged suspicious glances with the short-bearded soldier beside him, and the square-faced young general raised his voice and replied: "Naturally, the country is rich and the people are strong." ”

Feng Yan actually didn't care about his answer, and continued: "What about Dasheng now, but Shengshi? ”

"The mountain bandits in Jinzhou are in trouble, the officials and businessmen in Jizhou collude, and the disaster in Anhui has been ...... year after year. Dasheng's annual treasury tax is about two million taels of silver, and since Minzhou opened the sea ban, there are two million taels of sea tax every year. Now in the eighteen years of reign, now the treasury is almost nothing, the court is waiting for a quarter of tax silver to maintain a quarter of expenses, even disaster relief can not allocate enough silver, now Dasheng is full of holes, is this still a prosperous era?! ”

"In the past few years, there have been years of war from the south to the north, a total of 100,000 young and middle-aged people have died, the population of Dasheng has plummeted by 3 million, and there are only less than 600,000 registered soldiers in the country, and Dasheng is already in danger......

"Now that most of the northern border has fallen, once the Northern Yan army breaks through the last pass in the northern border, it will go straight to the Central Plains."

"Under internal and external troubles, Dasheng may fall apart!"

With his words, the soldiers around him were silent, their expressions became solemn, and even the temperature around them seemed to drop a lot.

Feng Yan's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he said firmly: "For me, Dasheng is more important!" ”

In addition to traitors, it is important to return to orthodoxy, but Dasheng is even more important.

As soon as the wind blew, Feng Yan's robe was blown up, and the robe flew up with the wind, making the sound of hunting, making his whole person look a little more decisive and resolute.

The soldiers below were silent.

Most of them only know about fighting, but they don't know what Feng Yan said so clearly.

However, they were able to imagine what the outcome would be once Beiyan broke through the realm.

Whether it is the Northern Yan people or the Southern Huai people, these foreign barbarians are the same, they have coveted the great rivers and mountains of the Central Plains for a long time, and they do everything to burn, kill and loot.

They were in the southern battlefield and watched the people of Yunnan and Qianzhou under the iron hooves of the Nanhuai people, their families were ruined, corpses were everywhere, and blood flowed and pestles, such as Ba'an City in Qianzhou, after Nanhuai broke the city, slaughtered the city for seven days, and directly turned all the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in Ba'an City into their souls under the sword, and Ba'an City became a dead city.

So—

Feng Yan temporarily gave up forcing the palace because he didn't want Beiyan to take advantage of it?

Is this possible, this is the throne!!

Throughout the ages, I don't know how many people have fought for the throne, and they did not hesitate to kill their father, mother, brother, wife, and son...... Just in order to ascend to that supreme position, Feng Yan was willing to let go of the throne that was close at hand?!

Some of the soldiers who were still angry just now began to calm down, and their gazes as they looked at Feng Yan became more complicated, with scrutiny, inquiry, contemplation, and surprise...... and respect.

But there are also some people who still have doubts about what Feng Yan said, such as the square-faced young general, such as the short-bearded soldier in his thirties......

"Generalissimo Feng, have you ever thought that as long as the emperor reigns for one day, Dasheng will not be good, and it will only be weaker?!" The square-faced young general frowned and looked at Feng Yan on the high platform, and asked unconvinced, "Generalissimo Feng, you are so timid, looking forward and backward, and ruining a good situation, don't you also regard Dasheng as nothing!" ”

His voice became louder and firmer, and some of the soldiers around him were moved.

Feng Yan's face did not change, as if he stood there with his hands firmly like Mount Tai, smiled indifferently, and said loudly:

"So, I'm here!"

Five simple words, confident and decisive.

The young man stood proudly, with a bit of wanton in his expression, and a kind of thunderous and invincible momentum in his arrogance.

The soldiers below were silent as if they had been robbed of their voices.

Feng Yan looked around the audience with a calm expression, and continued confidently: "Dasheng's worries lie in internal and external troubles, and I went to the south this time to completely get rid of the external troubles of Nanhuai. ”

His words are not only a declaration, but also an answer to the question of the square-faced young general's previous "dare to go to the battlefield" in another way-

Of course he dared to go to the battlefield, not only did he dare, but he also wanted to take Nanhuai!

Feng Yan's words exceeded everyone's expectations, and the soldiers were shocked, standing in place, unable to move, unable to speak, only feeling that their brains were chaotic and buzzing.

It was quieter, even the wind had stopped, and time seemed to stand still.

The battle in the South has been going on for more than three years!

In the past three years, they have been struggling to resist Nanhuai...... No, not only these days, in the past hundred years, Nanhuai has been looking at Dasheng and coveting the side, Dasheng has been in a state of resistance and defense, Nanhuai can not come to attack for a few years, for the border soldiers and people, it is very lucky.

They originally thought that this time they had severely frustrated Nanhuai's spirit, and they would definitely be able to keep Nanjing peaceful for a few years.

I didn't expect Feng Yan to have such ambition and determination, and he planned to completely eliminate the scourge of Nanhuai!!

The expressions of the soldiers below were even more complicated, some people's hearts were pounding faster, some were bright, some were looking at each other with their comrades, and some even couldn't help but secretly pinch their thighs, wanting to see if they were dreaming......

Feng Yan didn't care about the commotion below, and continued to say: "Dasheng is now suffering from the war in the north and south, so he can't afford to settle down. If Dasheng loses the danger of the southern border, the imperial court will naturally be able to divide people, money and goods to quell the civil strife, rectify the place, and recuperate......"

Feng Yan's words and sentences were like a heavy hammer hitting the hearts of all the soldiers, obviously his voice was not particularly loud, but it spread to every corner of the square, and most of the soldiers showed yearning.

For these soldiers, they fought on the battlefield and fought with their lives to defend their homeland and country, and what they looked forward to most was peace and tranquility.

Feng Yan, he is the true son!

Clusters of flames lit in their eyes, and the atmosphere around them became more and more enthusiastic.

The square-faced young general looked at the other people around him, and saw that they seemed to be moved by Feng Yan's words, and his heart became more and more unfair, and he only felt that Feng Yan was really ashamed.

"Generalissimo Feng, you are really whimsical!!" The square-faced young man said in a loud voice.

Feng Yan is just an eighteen-year-old boy, a noble son who only knows pleasure and play, fine clothes and fine food.

War is at the cost of life and blood, does this kind of son-in-law who talks on paper really understand why war?!