The words of the division commander and the deputy general were like two basins of ice water, extinguishing the anger surging in Han Feng's heart at once. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

He looked at these two loyal subordinates and felt tears in his eyes. Guilt and emotion filled his chest, and he would never be able to tell these people that he was one of the culprits who sent them into the fire.

We must seek justice for them! Justice lasts forever, but how can we ask for it!

It wasn't that he couldn't climb the boulder on his own, but at this time he didn't want to disappoint these loyal men again. Climbing on the shoulders of these people, and with the help of the slashing power of the purple gold long knife, Han Feng turned over and jumped onto the top of the boulder. He looked down and saw the master marshal standing under two feet, looking up and waving at him.

The fire had already burned to his side, and in this sea of fire, many people were already charred, and the last impression in Han Feng's mind was this commander who was beckoning.

The fire and thunder had long since exploded, and all that remained in the valley was the crackling of fire and the screams of the people. Many people's skeletons were twisted by the fire, and their jet-black hands stretched out in sparks, and at the end there were perhaps only one or two fingers left on them. This is a veritable hellish being, and a veritable unliberated being.

The death of 1,000 people against the death of 10,000 people, in this war, the Western Dynasty soldiers "won a complete victory".

When Han Feng dragged his tired feet out of the valley, he saw that Manghou's army had already rushed over. Taking advantage of the full dispatch of the rebels, Manghou led the people to attack the rebels' lair in one fell swoop. Only then did I realize that in the camp of the watershed, there was nothing else except clear water.

The grain left in the barracks was bran and rice husks that were too rough to feed pigs in the Western Dynasty, and the grass for the horses was more delicious than the food for people. Before leaving, Yan Fengchuan burned all the documents that had been exchanged with the imperial capital, and it was obvious that he did not plan to come back.

There are only a few letters between Yan Fengchuan and his daughter left in the simple Chinese army tent, and the content of the letters is extremely obscure.

The girl's handwriting is beautiful, just like the girl's delicate and lovely face. Han Feng looked at the letter, and somehow felt that he had mixed feelings in his heart. Yan Fengchuan's wife stayed in the Chinese camp and held out with the wounded soldiers until the last moment, and she even stabbed one of Manghou's own soldiers, who cut off her head. It was also a woman of Yi blood.

In Yan Fengchuan's family letter, Han Feng saw his life history. The Yan family is a big family in Yingzhou, south of the imperial capital and north of the Great River, and Yan Fengchuan is not the proud child of this family. He is the second son of the Yan family and a descendant of a half-Yi girl.

If it is the eldest son, maybe although he has a low status, he can still have a foothold in the family, but his father is the second son, and he himself is not the eldest son, and he is degraded again and again, and finally he is responsible for guarding the ancestral house in the countryside with his old and decrepit mother. The monthly money is not enough for the mother and son to eat and wear, and the inherent pride of a large family also makes Yan Fengchuan unable to pull down his face to really become a farmer, so he opened a school in the countryside.

Yan Fengchuan became a teacher at the age of twenty, and at the age of twenty-three, he welcomed one of the most important students in his life.

In Yan Fengchuan's family letters, he proudly used this self-title-"Emperor Master" many times.

Yes, he is the imperial teacher, the teacher of the highest authority in the imperial capital today. When Emperor Zhan was eight years old, the then crown prince had attended his private school for a year. It is true that the little prince at that time was naughty and mischievous, annoying to everyone, and even played tricks on him three times and twice, and took the students of the whole school to commit crimes against the wind and do things against him, but he still loved his students deeply and selflessly.

The letter records that when he knew that the smartest child was actually the crown prince, he thought about the teachings of his ancestors and the ideals of his family, and did not dare to slack off in writing this matter into a secret letter, reporting it to the officials of the state capital, and then going up the layers and finally to the first emperor.

In his letters, he fulfilled all the obligations of a man of letters. He denounced the queen and the crown prince for not shouldering their due burden, he was not used to seeing a country like a country peasant woman carrying water and growing vegetables, and he was even more disgusted with the future Ninety-Five Honorable Men climbing trees and rolling mud ponds, without the slightest appearance of aristocrats.

If this continues, the country will not be a country!

It was the last sentence of his secret letter, and the most proud sentence he ever wrote. Sure enough, not long after this letter was sent, the first emperor ordered the queen and the crown prince to be recalled, and at the same time secretly summoned him - the new star of the revival of the Yan family, Yan Fengchuan. He was the most brilliant figure in their family, and the identity of the crown prince and Taibao suddenly made the grandfather with the highest rank in the Yan family make an exception to meet him, and said a few words of greeting that warmed his heart. His mother died at the age of thirty-six or seventeen due to overwork, but because of him, the poor soul of this half-righteous girl finally lived in the Yan ancestral hall, and was able to enjoy the incense offered by the "descendants" in the years to come.

After that, he resumed lecturing to only one person, the crown prince at that time.

It can be seen that the prince is very disdainful of him, but when he listens to the class, the prince is still the most serious. He once outlined a bright future for the crown prince, and everyone obeyed their duties, and at the same time enjoyed their lives because of their observance. Even if she is a half-Yi girl, as long as she does her duty as a slave, she can live "decently".

Yan Fengchuan still longed for such a world until his death, and almost all of his family letters mentioned that he was dreaming such a dream. However, it is also written that he often wakes up crying in his dreams, looking at the dark sky and not knowing what to do.

Yan Fengchuan is undoubtedly the most miserable of the emperors of all dynasties. After spending the most carefree six years of his life in the imperial capital, he was exiled at the age of thirty, abandoned his pen and became a partial general under Manghou. He carefully wrote these in his family letters, telling of his gratitude to the first emperor for giving him such an opportunity to practice and exercise, so that he could do something practical for the country he loved so much.

However, no matter how careful the words are, they can't hide his more or less loss.

Fifteen years later, Yan Fengchuan looked forward to the stars and the moon and saw his apprentice become the new emperor. He expected his apprentice to take him back to the imperial capital for retirement, but he didn't expect that the new emperor of the Zhan Dynasty didn't say a word about it, and in the blink of an eye, Manghou's rebellion made his last hope come to naught.

Until this time, Yan Fengchuan was still optimistic and relieved himself, thinking that "the western frontier is the emperor's henchman, if there is no reassuring person to guard it, how can it be safe?"

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