The cypress leaves are yellow, detached from the bare treetops, and in the bright winter sun, they fall sporadically and silently fall on the pond, causing a circle of ripples.

Yanjing, in the back garden of the imperial palace, is already a winter scene, the palace people dressed in thick clothes come and go, and the guards press the head of the sword, standing on the main roads.

By the pond, the cold wind swept up the fallen leaves on the ground and blew to the feet of the woman in front of the corridor, Fang Xuejun, who was dressed in a queen's palace dress, stood behind the guardrail, with a smile on the corner of his lips, and his senior sister Li Wangqiu on the side watched the villain in the courtyard over there practicing martial arts.

In the arms of the senior sister, holding the swaddling clothes, it is her daughter Su Ru.

"Your Majesty has already sent good news, the group of cannibalistic barbarians in the west have all had their heads cut off by the soldiers, piled up on the main road of Tianfeng Ridge, and set up a Jingguan."

The news from the west came late yesterday night, and as the queen, she knew the outcome of the war as soon as possible.

Early this morning, she told the news to the senior sister who came to tease the child.

"Those barbarians in the West heard that they were tall and rough when they grew up, why are they so unbeaten?" Li Wangqiu is three years older than Su Chen, and he is a full thirty years old this year.

In the past few years, I have often been in the palace, rarely walking the rivers and lakes, avoiding the wind and rain, plus some secret recipes in the palace, I still look young and beautiful, and after giving birth to a child, I have added a layer of mature woman's charm.

"Senior sister, do you still want to be a barbarian? Wouldn't it make my Xia soldiers more casualties? ”

"What do I mean...... Li Wangqiu hurriedly argued, seeing a teasing smile in the corner of Fang Xuejun's eyes, he suddenly realized, and poked his finger lightly in Fang Xuejun's waist, "Being a queen is different, learn to make it bad!" ”

Ha ha!

The two girls were playing and laughing, perhaps with a loud voice, which made Su Ru Wow, who was in swaddling clothes, cry, Li Wangqiu hurriedly hugged the baby, shook it gently, and coaxed gently.

Fang Xuejun cleaned up her hair bun and was about to step forward to pick up the child from her senior sister's arms, when on the other side of the guardrail, a voice sounded, "Queen Mother!" ”。

She tilted her head slightly, Su Chen leaned over there, her chin resting on the guardrail and smiling at her, "Queen Mother, the child is going to study with Xun Shilang." ”

Xun Shilang is Xun Yu, who has just been promoted to the East Palace Taishi.

After laughing, Fang Xuejun had a correct expression, and in front of the child, she tried her best to be an example of motherhood in the world.

She hugged Su Ru in her arms and felt the coolness coming from outside the eaves.

Then he summoned two tall guards and told them in a gentle tone.

"Escort the prince to Zhongshu Province."

The two guards are her brothers in the secular sect outside the palace, and their martial arts are a little more powerful than the ordinary palace guards.

"Yes, Queen!"

When there is no one in private, they may call one or two senior sisters or junior sisters because of the relationship between the teacher, but in the palace, they must use honorific titles, which is also the advice of the head of the door and the elders when they go out of the school, and there must be no transgression.

For this, Su Chen turned a blind eye, the queen cultivated her own team in the harem, which is a very common thing, and Su Chen often fights outside, she has her own protection in the palace, and she can rest assured.

"In a blink of an eye, this child is about to become a little adult."

Fang Xuejun hugged Su Ru, and looked at the little man who was escorted away by the two guards with her senior sister Li Wangqiu, and couldn't help but sigh a little.

The eaves resounded with the sound of the dripping winter rain, the solemn inner courtyard of the palace was immersed in the misty rain, and the frame of the palace was bathed in this rain and dew, and drove into the Zhongshu Province located in the imperial city with water vapor.

The prince's carriage stopped outside the official residence of Zhongshu Province, Su Chen stepped on the steps with a serious face, and walked all the way into the busy official residence.

Yu Guang caught a glimpse of the prince walking into the door, and Wang Zuozhicai, who had never been smiling, smiled rarely, and beckoned the villain to pass.

"Teacher!"

Su Chen pursed his mouth, his handsome little face was indescribably solemn, and his expression was similar to when Xun Yu was serious.

Calling 'teacher', instead of 'Taishi' and 'teacher', is because Fang Xuejun told Su Chen in private, which means respect and closeness.

In this regard, Xun Yu saw through it and didn't say anything, and didn't correct anything, on the contrary, Su Chen came over to talk to him every day, which was a rare leisure time in the daily boredom, and the relationship between one big and one small was much more intimate than what ordinary people saw.

Su Chen is also very willing to come, the prince and teacher in front of him, unlike others, teach him knowledge and government affairs one by one, but tell some small stories, use the characters in the story, and the right and wrong of what he does, to test Su Chen, so that he can find out how to distinguish right from wrong, how to be fair, how to be worthy of what he thinks in his heart, and so on.

Most of these stories are from the Han Dynasty, and Xun Yu only needs to change some places and quote the place names here.

Every time the story is exported, Su Chen can be fascinated by it.

In particular, it also talks about the heroes from the end of the Han Dynasty to the Wei Dynasty.

"I heard that the prince has a brother and sister?"

Su Chen sat cross-legged opposite and nodded obediently: "There is a younger sister, and there is also a little brother on the aunt (Li Wangqiu)'s side!" ”

"Hmm!" Xun Yu put down the scroll, looked at the handsome little face in front of him, stroked his beard and smiled, and said in a gentle tone: "Then today I will talk about a matter between brothers, Yu also heard about it later, that person's name is Cao Pi, he has several brothers, one of them is called Cao Zhi......"

The villain propped his chin and listened to this story called "Seven Steps into a Poem", and was stunned and fell into the story.

Li Bai held an oil-paper umbrella and pulled the drunken Guo Jia to walk on the street, looking at the misty and rainy street scene, he couldn't help but be very poetic, and threw the weak scribe into the stagnant water on the side of the street, looked at the rain line of the sky, sighed and sighed 'woo', drew his sword on the eaves pillar of the shop next to him, and carved out a few lines of poetry......

The rain fell on the cloth, splashing the water, and the running fiery red war horse stopped in Feiyungang, which was more than 300 miles away from Yanjing.

Zhou Yu was dressed in a brocade robe and greeted outside the official office, and stretched out his hand to invite Guan Yu, Zhang Fei, and Zhuge Liang into this official residence.

"On such a rainy day, Kong Ming wants to play a song?"

"Don't you want to?"

Zhuge Liang smiled and waved a feather fan, and the two walked out of the house, and soon, the soft and moving sound of the strings sounded leisurely in the pavilion.

Zhang Fei covered his ears and walked around the hall impatiently, Guan Yu drank tea with his eyes closed, and occasionally spoke, but he was talking to Lu Meng, who was sitting dangerously on the side.

That day, the other party sacrificed himself to save him, which moved Guan Yu, he is a duplicitous person, with a cold face and a hot heart, how can he not be soft-hearted.

This time, I accompanied Zhuge Liang to visit Zhou Yu and Lu Su, and I still had some thoughts: say a few words to Lu Meng to get rid of the embarrassment.

Soon, Zhang Fei was invited by Lu Su and Gan Ning to drink, and the two people in the hall gradually had a sentence or two.

On the harbor, Elsar pulled the sails and waved with the fleet that was about to sail, telling the brother who went down to the South Seas to sail carefully!

In Lin County, Central Plains, Zhenhai Division, Qi Jiguang looked at the sea chart, his eyes moved with the fingers of the officials under his command, and listened to the movements of pirates infested at sea.

and how to protect foreign merchant ships from the South China Sea from entering the East China Sea Islands and establish a stable maritime security.

In the evening, when the candle flame shook gently, he sat in front of the window lattice, sat down at the desk and wrote the charter, and the Hongyuan in his heart that he had not had time to complete back then wanted to stretch out here.

Luyang.

The night was deep, and the brothers Xiahou Yuan and Xiahou Yuan looked at the battle report from the Western Regions in their hands and let out a long sigh of envy.

The Xia Kingdom is now very large, and they can no longer go out with them as before, and they need to guard every place.

It's a pity that this skill is a pity.

Xiahou Yuan thought so.

On the Xirong grassland, which is separated by a state, there is no grassland with stars and moons, and there is the sound of horses' hooves running wildly in the middle of the night.

In the distance, in the camp where countless tents gathered, the figure from Mongolia turned over and mounted his war horse, his gloomy gaze like an eagle's falcon, sweeping over the crowd of horses and rushing into the open space of the camp.

The round, bearded figure slowly raised his arm with a fist, and thousands of steppe soldiers slapped their blades on horseback.

Su Butai closed his eyes slightly, raised his chin slightly, his face was solemn, not angry but mighty.

Woo –

In the distant night, the howl of the wolves was like the wind blowing by the tide, and the huge Xia Kingdom flag was flying.

At a certain moment, Subutai pulled out the scimitar at his waist, and countless savage snorts swept through the night.

In a month's time, dozens or hundreds of small tribes have been attached to Subutai, and he used his own way, or the way from the strongest period of Mongolia, to make these weak steppe people into what he wanted.

He took them day and night to every place in the grassland, went to the northernmost part of the grassland near the sea, fished and shot birds there, and went to the wolves and corpses to chase and kill wolves.

Even deliberately friction with the two big tribes, fighting with each other on horseback, in the middle of the eleventh, Su Chen was still in the time of closing the Western Regions, Su Butai used his tactics to defeat the corpse tribe, and the iron teeth of the ten thousand horsemen became the soul of the corpse under his scimitar.

From the east to the center, and then to the west of the Yu tribe, the steppe cavalry in the hands of Subutai has become the largest force.

Night.

The grass blanket rose and fell in the night wind, like a slight wave, and Su Butai held the scimitar, raised his head, and led his neck to howl, like a wolf howling desolate under the blue moon.

"Whew!"

"Whew!"

In the firelight, thousands of steppe cavalry, wielding scimitars, bows and arrows, issued a respectful cry at the most courageous Subutai.

The bonfire swayed, and in the tents on top of the roof, the women untied their leather jackets and walked into the firelight, rewarding the warriors of the tribe in the most primitive way.

Subutai pointed out dozens or hundreds of figures, and signaled them with a scimitar that they could enjoy these women at will, and let them add strong people to this tribe next summer.

The night wind blew through the huge tribe, and he was on horseback, watching the warriors carry the woman of their choice into the tent, and he looked back at the thousands of horses in front of him.

"Xijon will no longer exist, and in the future, there will be only one name for the steppe people here, and even in the future: Mongolia!"

His gaze looked to the west with a wolf-like fierce light.

"This grassland is now only left of the western part of the Puppet Division, I heard that their captain is a heroic man, we will give him a chance to see who is the real master of this grassland!"

The tip of his sword swept over the cavalry in front of him.

"Now, I'll count on the list of names."

One, two...... Four horses...... Ten horses...... 100 horses...... Thousands of war horses carried the steppe cavalry whose names were named by Subutai and slowly came out of the queue and came to the front to tie.

"You are all the most ferocious warriors of this time, and you are also the most loyal people I have carefully selected."

Subutai raised his face, the flickering firelight swept across his face, and he urged his horse to approach the cavalry in front of him, and in the sight of the cavalry of the surrounding steppe, the gem-encrusted scimitar in his hand stroked the head of the person in front of him.

It wasn't until the last man that he finally spoke.

"Cowardly Xue ......" he opened his mouth, and after a long time, he repeated: "Cowardly Xue Jun!" ”

……

At one point, the scimitar swung into the air.

"In the future, you will be called the cowardly Xue Jun, Genghis Khan's guard, and the sharpest minions in the hands of the Son of Heaven of the Xia Kingdom!"

"And the scimitar in your hand starts from the Schurtle tribe...... Dominate the steppe! ”

Soon after, the iron hooves churned in the night, and once again rushed out of the huge camp and galloped over the meadow in the night.

The night turned white with the eastern sky, and a bloody storm rose at the moment when the morning sun arrived in the western grasslands.

Countless war horses galloped in the cold winter wind, horses came and went in groups, orders that could not be fast, dancing scimitars, and the figures of the Schuggy tribe died and fled under the blades.

The flames burned, and the black smoke rushed into the sky like a long dragon.

Fighting, fighting, annexation, and conscription are constantly circulating and staging in the western grasslands.

The Xirong steppe cavalry, which once fell from the altar, was finally reborn in blood at this moment, and had a new name, Mongolian Iron Cavalry.

When Tiefo received the news and led his troops back to the western steppe from Tiele City, he was greeted by the Mongol cavalry who had just experienced repeated battles.

Subutai was draped in a big hat, holding a scimitar, pointing at the cavalry of the Subu tribe and the iron Buddha led by him.

"Surrender, or continue to fight?"

"The Son of Xia Kingdom, ...... broken his promise"

The war horse stepped on its hooves, spinning around in place, and the Iron Buddha pinched the reins and looked at the murderous grassland cavalry in front of him, he couldn't see where that the Emperor of Xia personally conquered the Western Regions this time, the purpose was not only to take the Western Regions into his hands, but even to target his western grassland.

"Fall, or kill?"

Subutai didn't answer, just simply repeated. As his words fell, the newly formed Cowardly Xue Army behind him, nearly two thousand people, slowly came out of the ranks, all of which were the elite cavalry that he had carefully selected and crawled out of the corpse.

Everyone is not only superb in riding and shooting, but also can swing two scimitars on horseback at the same time, urging the horses to line up, they wear iron helmets, their faces are covered with iron masks, and they hold knives on horseback, and the hideous murderous aura emitted is enough to make the cavalry of the opposite side tremble.

Su Butai drooped his eyes, obviously not wanting to wait for the other party to answer, and slowly raised his arm, his fingers hooked twice in the air.

"Kill!"

He whispered.

The black Mongolian cavalry in the rear was like a tide flowing slowly on the ground, and the dense hooves of the horses set off thunder on the earth.

(End of chapter)