In mid-June, after a great victory in southern Xinjiang, Zheng Qiyan, the Marquis of Pingning, led his troops deep into the enemy's lair, broke the lair of the rebel Hongbo, and captured him alive. As soon as the good news came, Xiangruilou immediately had a surplus of customers, and then, all the people who drank Xiangruilou's wine sighed from the bottom of their hearts: Xiangruilou's "Jade Pot Spring" and "Wuliang Alcohol" and other wines are far better than Penglaidu!

And Jintong, she was about to cry!

Isn't this battle going to take three years? How did you win in just over a year? I'm used to being single, but how do I break a husband all of a sudden? Can she pretend to be sick?

The answer, of course, is no! Not only can't, but she also has to smile and receive the third aunts, six mothers-in-law, seven aunts and eight aunts who came to congratulate.

Then, Jintong finally saw the triumph with a sense of ceremony!

As early as when the good news came, Qin Tianjian picked a good day and set it for July 14.

July 14 is the Obla Festival, a day when the gates of hell are open and ghosts are rampant. And the Triumphant Army, with a heavy spirit, was just able to suppress it.

Zheng Qiyan led 50,000 soldiers to escort the rebel king and a group of barbarians who surrendered, hurried to grasp the time, and finally arrived outside the capital three days before the auspicious day. The large army returned to the Nanshan camp, leaving more than 600 people, temporarily stationed outside the city to rest.

Because he knew that Jintong called him a bad old man in private, and Zheng Qiyan clearly remembered that Jintong, who was only eight years old at the time, commented that he was like a fried chestnut, so ugly that she threw herself into the arms of Lao Jingbeihou and rubbed her eyes, so he took advantage of the three-day rest outside the city to make a good deal of himself.

All the cheeks and beards were shaved off, and he specially learned to go to Beijing to be a gentleman, and after three days of rubbing the face cream, he felt that his face was much smoother, Zheng Qiyan was very satisfied! couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror, admired it again and again, and felt that he was handsome and chic, far better than Cen Yixiao, the head of the seven talents in Beijing, and couldn't help but be complacent and praised himself.

Wu Ning slandered beside him: Cen Yixiao is known as the son of Linxian, talented and unparalleled. Seventh Master, you are known as the bloodthirsty Hades, you are nine feet tall, and wherever you go to fight, you can cure children's night crying.

Is this comparable?

On the 14th day of the seventh month, the chief eunuch of the Holy Lord punctually read the decree at the city gate in a loud male duck voice. After kneeling three times and knocking nine times to receive the order, Zheng Qiyan took the lead, and the soldiers behind escorted the Nanban people and hundreds of carts of booty, and marched all the way to the imperial city along the long street.

The fire in July still can't resist the enthusiasm of the people in Beijing. Zheng Qiyan was wearing the armor of the general Zhengyipin, the fiery red cloak fluttered in the wind, and he rode on the horse majestic.

The onlookers on both sides of the long street cheered enthusiastically, and some bold girls threw purses, flowers and other items directly on Zheng Qiyan and those good-looking soldiers.

In the SI, the holy lord led hundreds of officials to greet the triumphant soldiers on the Jinluan Palace, rewarded them one by one, and the palace banquet began at noon.

Jintong was very stupid and naïve to think that she just had to wait for Zheng Qiyan to come back at home, well, it was a big deal to go out to greet her to show respect.

As a result, she was forced to wear the first-class life dress weighing dozens of catties that day, and accompanied Mrs. Zhen to open the ancestral hall and pray for her ancestors.

Kowtow, worship, say greetings, and offer incense. Again, kowtow, worship, say greetings, and offer incense.

Jintong bowed and bowed to Mrs. Zhen obediently like a marionette, and admired Mrs. Zhen in her heart, and deeply realized what it means to be old and strong.

Old Madam Zhen concealed it well, these days, she has relied on ginseng soup and a large number of supplements to refresh herself, so as to maintain her superficial spirit, but in fact, she has already suffered a great deficit inside. She knew in her heart that she had run out of oil and dried up, and the medicine stone was useless. But no matter what, you must hold on to this last breath and wait until all the dust settles, and then it is not too late to die.

Since ancient times, emperors have been suspicious, and Zheng Qiyan said that he was sick and pushed all his positions.

At the celebration banquet in the afternoon, Zheng Qiyan began to lack energy, and only insisted on maintaining his state. All the civil and military officials who came to toast, Zheng Qiyan just raised the meaning of the wine glass, as a great hero who leveled southern Xinjiang in just over a year, naturally there was no such eyeless hard and he was more serious. So the celebration banquet came and went, and it was a lively scene.

finally lasted until the banquet was over, Zheng Qiyan simply pretended to be drunk, and his two deputy generals supported him to carry him back to the Jian'an Hou Mansion to thank the ancestors.

Jintong, who was waiting with Mrs. Zhen and others in the Jian'an Hou Mansion, finally saw her husband's true face. Well, after a cursory glance, it's pretty good, a tough and handsome uncle with clear facial features and smooth lines. Jintong's little heart is very immature now, and when she sees the opposite sex that meets her aesthetics, she bumps into the deer very angrily.

The great hero who kept the Zheng family arrived, and the whole family warmly welcomed Zheng Qiyan in, and hugged him into the ancestral hall, as Zheng Qiyan's wife, Jintong lowered his eyebrows and followed Zheng Qiyan obediently, kneeling and praying to the ancestors with him.

Zheng Qiyan's ten fingers are slender, the bones are distinct, and he is full of strength when he knocks and bows. Jintong, as a hand-controlled face and voice control, couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and gave him ten impression points. Then he secretly glanced at Zheng Qiyan, just when Zheng Qiyan turned his face sideways, an angular, resolute and handsome wheat-colored face was reflected in Jintong's eyes. Jintong was careful and jumped happily, she quickly withdrew her eyes, looked solemn, and continued to worship like a cat and a tiger.

Regarding Zheng Qiyan's injury, the three protagonists of Jintong and Jian'an Houfu got different versions.

Zheng Qiyan now trusts Jintong quite a lot, and is afraid that she will not be able to withstand things when she is young, so don't be scared of proportion. Therefore, he specially instructed Wu Ning to make it clear with her that everything was pretended, in order to ease the Holy Lord's defense.

He has made great achievements in war, and if the Holy Lord is wary of him threatening the imperial power with his own army, and makes any decisions that are unfavorable to him, it may bury unpredictable hidden dangers for his future development plans. Therefore, it is better to take the initiative to show weakness and hand over the military power, which is convenient for him to operate secretly.

And the news that Pingninghou got here is: Zheng Qiyan has indeed been injured several times, although most of them have healed, but if they are not careful, I am afraid that there will be sequelae. Now it's not all pretending to be sick, it's just that sixty percent of the injuries are pretending to be twelve. Of course, the description of the above two injuries, the former is too light and the latter is too severe, and neutralizing it is almost the actual situation.

Of course, getting the news is different, it does not affect everyone's acting skills, and everything is developing according to the original route.

The holy idea is still not finished, and Tian Dazhong was sent to reward a lot of objects, and Zheng Qishuo was given grace, and the second grade was built as the Marquis of An, and the old lady Zhen was also promoted to the first rank of Mrs. Destiny.

The Holy Lord asked Tian Dazhong, who had returned from announcing his will: "Lao Tian, did you say that Zheng Qiyan was pretending?" ”

Tian Dazhong looked like a fat and stupid eunuch on the surface, but in fact, he was quite accomplished in martial arts, and he replied with a rare and serious attitude: "Holy Lord, the old slave looked, when Pingning Hou got off the carriage, his right foot staggered. And when he spoke back in the temple, his right hand and right foot occasionally seemed to shake uncontrollably. When the old slave went to deliver the decree just now, Pingning Hou's breath was short, his face was pale, and he almost lost his temper. In this way, it seems that Pingninghou was seriously injured and inhaled drug miasma in southern Xinjiang, and most of this is true. ”

The Holy Lord thought in his heart, Zheng Qiyan, a person who studied martial arts, should not be afraid of cold and heat, but when he personally held Zheng Qiyan's hand to welcome him into the hall, on this hot day, although Zheng Qiyan's head was so hot that a layer of sweat appeared densely, but his hands were cold, and it seemed that he was really injured and sick, so that his body was weak.