However, the 300,000 sergeants did not have the slightest joy of victory, and they all walked with heavy steps, their hands pressed against the heavy swords at their waists, and stared at the carriage in front of them.

Wang Wenhan was dressed in white, riding a war horse, leading in front, behind him was a black lacquer coffin, and next to the coffin was a black and shiny war horse, which followed the side of the coffin, not fast or slow.

Animals are affectionate, and they are human hearts.

Murong Lanqing stood under the city tower, and discussed the merits of the soldiers who participated in the war one by one, and rewarded them after the end, Xiaochun summoned Long Yuan, and he waved his hand and retreated.

He didn't know how he walked back to the dormitory, and all he could do in his head was those few sentences, and it didn't matter if he spoke, Hugh, Hugh, Hugh

Hugh

Hugh

This mother-in-law who doesn't talk much

In the twenty-first year of Zhaoren, in the cold winter, the new Han Emperor Murong Lanqing changed the name of the country to Zhaotian.

In the year of Zhaotian, the frontier was in turmoil, the north of the country was in an emergency, the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses Mo Tan led an army of 300,000 troops, waved his army to the north, and won a great victory, and none of the 300,000 troops died, and returned triumphantly.

Mo poured his life for the country, the whole country mourned, and Emperor Zhaotian posthumously crowned him as the queen, titled Dechun to the best, the queen of the god of protecting the country, and the god of loyalty and war, and the god of protecting the country.

The funeral of the Eighth Army, until the north of the Saibei, Emperor Zhaotian led the civil and military officials to the Taimiao of the North of the Saibei, personally presided, followed the general's last wishes, buried in the ancestral mausoleum of the Mo family, and buried with a nameless coffin, she leaned closely on the side of the general's mound, and the inscription Mrs. Mo

After a country, it is incomprehensible that it was not buried in the imperial mausoleum, but it was moved back to the ancestral mausoleum of the Mo family, but why is this husband and wife grave

Some people speculate that this is the burial of the god of war, some people speculate that this is the wife of the general's brother, and some people speculate that this is the woman that the general loves.

But who knows, this is a promise, a young promise, life is not linked, and death is the same hole.

The history of the Han Dynasty says: The tomb of General Shenwu is close to each other, and its tomb is unknown.

Zhao poured for three years, and it was another year of plum blossoms, and the noble son in a purple robe frowned, looking at the small gold-inlaid wooden box in his hand, which was no longer warm a month ago.

He was puzzled.

"Your Majesty, when did you come to Saibei?" A peasant woman turned a hot bun and handed it over.

Murong Lanqing took it with a smile, "Aunt Chen, how do you know that I didn't eat." He took a bite and said, "I just arrived yesterday, how is the business lately?"

Xiaochun hurriedly stepped forward to give the money, and Aunt Chen accepted it with a smile.

"Thanks to the emperor's Hongfu, business is good."

"That's good, damn it, why hasn't Wang Wenhan's old fox arrived yet?"

"Your Majesty, Prime Minister Wang and that bastard boy from my family have already gone to worship the general."

"Don't wait for me," he turned over on his toes, shaking his white and tender fingertips, the face of a beautiful woman who captivated the country and the city, and said angrily: "Xiaochun, remember it for me, punishment, punishment, punishment"

"Master, punish him for a few years" Xiaochun was speechless, horizontal and vertical is to punish Yulu, and the prime minister's Yulu has already been punished to his son's generation.

As he was talking, Wang Wenhan and Chen Erer, who were dressed in white, had already returned from worship.

Looking at the little county lord of Puyang who was holding Wang Wenhan's arm and not letting go, the white-clothed prime minister was full of black lines, and wanted to refuse, but to no avail.

Murong Lanqing's beautiful eyes narrowed incomprehensibly, and the gap between her teeth squeezed out fiercely, "Biography, my holy decree, the lord of Puyang County is virtuous and virtuous, and he gave Prime Minister Wang Wenhan as his wife, Qin this"

"Yes."

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