These people have all seen Yuan Changhuan and Xie Ci get along before they got married.

At the beginning, the lady dared to whip the Lord with a whip before she married the Lord, and the important thing is that the Lord did not dare to hide.

Later, the lord's wife married home, and she was also pampered like a treasure.

Right now...... also gave up the great rivers and mountains, leaving everything to find his wife, which shows the importance of his wife.

When a group of people thought of this, they all looked at their noses and noses, and did not dare to reveal the slightest emotion.

Looking at the interaction between their mother and son, Xie Ci's originally gloomy face eased a lot, and even the thin lips faintly revealed a little smile, even if Yuanyuan pretended to be mature, he was still as cute as he was back then.

That's right, the toughness in the eyes of others has become cute in the eyes of Xie Ci.

It wasn't until he watched their figures disappear into the carriage that Xie Ci shifted his gaze to Mo Chen, "What happened?" ”

Mo Chen's face was still calm and stiff, and when he heard the words of thanks, he lowered his voice and spoke, "Your Majesty, Major General Qin has died on the battlefield." ”

"When?" Xie Ci subconsciously glanced at the carriage and saw that there was no movement, so he asked in a deep voice.

As he spoke, he walked away from the carriage.

Mo Chen knew the meaning of his thanks, and followed behind him step by step, his voice lower, "The news came three days ago, and it has been nearly six days since I got the news. ”

The hands under the sleeves of Xie Ci were clenched, and his eyes were piercing, "Explain it in detail." ”

"Six days ago, Major General Qin led a team of soldiers and horses to pick up the grain and grass escorted by General Qin from Pingcheng, who knew that he was ambushed by Linzhao, and unfortunately ten thousand arrows pierced his heart and died."

After a pause, Mo Chen continued, "The corpse was personally sent back to Pingcheng by General Qin. ”

"There will be no fakes."

A general has fallen, and Daqi is in danger.

And Xie Ci must personally go to the battlefield to command at this time, Mo Chen looked at Xie Ci, his lips pursed, if he hadn't gotten the news from the Lord today, I'm afraid even he would have been in chaos.

After all, it's a matter of state.

For Qin Lancang's death, Xie Ci did not feel strange, as a general, he must be prepared to die on the battlefield anytime and anywhere, and dying on the battlefield is also the best way for them.

Blood stains the country, and it is not Qin Lancang who dies, but also the generals on the side.

Xie Ci has long been accustomed to seeing life and death, but when he heard Qin Lancang's death, it was still a pity for a moment.

He is a very good opponent and a good general, Xie Ci closed his eyes, "Order to go back, and confer the title of Major General Qin as the Marquis of Honorable Righteousness." ”

"At this time, the battlefield is chaotic and there are many crises, do you want to take the little boy back?"

Xie Ci played with the jasper beads between his fingers, his expression was flat, "Besides, go first." ”

"Yes."

After Mo Chen left, Xie Ci walked to the carriage unhurriedly, about the news that Qin Lancang had been killed, Xie Ci was not ready to tell Yuan Changhuan, at least the news of his death in battle could not be said from his mouth.

Otherwise, it was hard to coax the mother and son, wouldn't they have to separate from them again.

After all, Qin Lancang occupies a heavy position for their mother and son, and his resignation is clearer than anyone else.

Thinking of this, Xie Ci stepped into the carriage, his eyes returned to his usual peace and gentleness, and looked at the big and small in the carriage, "We should go." ”

"Daddy, my mother wants to send Miao Miao away." Yuan Miao looked at his father with an aggrieved expression.

Xie Ci was standing at the door of the carriage, and when he heard his son's words, he lowered his eyes slightly and looked at them.

"Yuanyuan?"

Yuan Changhuan listened to the voice of Xie Ci, stroked his son's head, his eyes were clear, as if he could see the bottom of Xie Ci's heart, and his red lips became as pale as paper at some point.