The Invincible Sixth Prince

That night, Yun Zheng celebrated the victory of the army led by Jia Yao in Hukou.

Those who can participate will be provided with wine and meat.

Those who are unable to participate due to injuries or being stationed in other places will be given an additional month's salary on the basis of their merits.

The next day, Yun Zheng slept in.

He didn't get up until noon.

After having a simple meal, Yun Zheng brought his guards to the place where Jia Yao fell into the river.

Upon learning that Yun Zheng was going there, Miaoyin insisted on going with him.

Yun Zheng couldn't persuade Miaoyin and had to take her with him.

Although it has been several days since that battle, the traces of the fierce battle are still there.

There were traces of blood everywhere on the ground.

You can also see a lot of broken arrow shafts.

There were also a small number of armor pieces and arrows that had fallen off the armor, probably left behind when the battlefield was not cleaned thoroughly.

Yun Zheng dismounted and slowly walked to the river.

It hasn't rained these days, so the water in the river is not as turbulent as before.

Yun Zheng picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it into the water.

"thump……"

The stone made a dull sound when it entered the water, proving that the river was quite deep.

In fact, the Eighteen Ghost Riders had already explored it before.

The water depth where Jia Yao fell into the river was at least three meters.

This is not good news for Yun Zheng.

Jiayao was wearing armor when he fell into the river. If the water was too deep...

Miaoyin looked at Yun Zheng worriedly, then waved her hand to signal the guards to move away.

After the guards retreated, Miaoyin came behind Yun Zheng and hugged him tenderly, "If you want to cry, just cry! Don't hold it in your heart..."

"Why am I crying? I believe Jiayao must be alive!"

Yun Zheng held Miaoyin's hand and said with a smile: "Neither she nor I are good people. We will both live long lives!"

Miaoyin nodded gently, and then put her cheek against Yun Zheng's back, murmuring: "I have never been so tired of war as I am now. It would be great if there were no more wars in the future!"

She was really tired of war.

Where there is war, there will inevitably be joys and sorrows, separations and reunions.

If the person is not around you, you may not be able to feel it.

But when the people around you also experience joys and sorrows, you can feel it firsthand.

“Only when there are no more people in the world can there be no war.”

Yun Zheng's eyes fell on the rolling water. "Words opened up civilization, and war unified civilization. The so-called peace in the world is just brewing a bigger war..."

Miaoyin frowned.

She seemed to understand what Yun Zheng said, but not completely.

But she felt that Yun Zheng's attitude towards war seemed to have changed.

She remembered that Yun Zheng once told her: There is no winner in war, the only difference is who loses more miserably! Even a general who wins every battle is a loser.

After a long silence, Miaoyin changed the subject: "It's almost Mid-Autumn Festival, right?"

"It should be soon, right?"

Yun Zheng was a little unsure, "I didn't deliberately remember the date."

Maybe, I didn’t try to remember it.

Maybe, I don’t want to remember.

Last Mid-Autumn Festival, he got drunk and said a lot of drunken words to Jia Yao.

He thought he had opened the shackles of Jia Yao's heart, but he was too presumptuous.

That drunken moment may have allowed Jia Yao to see the direction of Beihuan, and made Jia Yao no longer so obsessed with Beihuan's state affairs.

But, Princess Beihuan is Princess Beihuan.

Jiayao is Jiayao.

And Zaza seemed like another person.

Mid-Autumn Festival has never changed.

But the people who celebrate Mid-Autumn Festival are changing.

The laughter and joy of the past have been replaced by a sense of loss today.

The human face does not know where to go, Peach Blossom still laughs spring breeze.

Probably, that's it!

"almost."

Miaoyin gave a positive answer, "We definitely won't be able to get back to Shuofang before the Mid-Autumn Festival. Let's spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with the soldiers in Hukou before returning, okay?"

Yun Zheng turned around and held Miaoyin in his arms, "You don't want me to look for Jiayao here more, do you?"

"Forget it!"

Miaoyin did not deny it. "Besides, many soldiers will probably have to stay in Li for a long time in the next one or two years. They can't even go back to visit. Let's spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with them, which can be regarded as a comfort to them!"

Comfort?

Yun Zheng lowered his brows in thought.

Perhaps, moving their families here would be the real comfort?

"Okay! Listen to you."

Yun Zheng gently stroked Miaoyin's hair, hugged her neck, and said softly: "Let's have a child!"

"do not want!"

Miaoyin refused without hesitation.

Yun Zheng separated from Miaoyin a little and stared at her gently: "You also saw that I never rushed forward in the battle against Li Dynasty. You don't have to worry about my safety."

Now, there are very few times when he needs to personally charge into the battle with a sword in hand.

In the future, there will be even less.

He also wanted to have a child of his and Miaoyin's own.

He knew that Miaoyin also liked children.

"You haven't even married me formally, why should I have a child with you?"

Miaoyin snorted softly, raised her cheeks, and said playfully: "I will wait until you come to marry me on a colorful cloud before I give birth to a child for you! Otherwise, do you think I am so easy to deceive?"

"it is good!"

Yun Zheng nodded heavily, "When we get back to Shuofang, Zhang Xu and I will continue to tinker with that thing!"

"I'm surprised you have time!"

Miaoyin rolled her eyes at him and said, "When you return to Shuofang, I'm afraid you'll have to figure out how to trick your father and your third brother!"

This belongs to both Zhenhe and Li.

How many officials are there in Shuobei?

Since it’s not enough, we must ask the court for help!

"This one……"

Yun Zheng smiled awkwardly, "Don't mention it, it seems to be true! But don't worry, I will definitely make that thing as soon as possible! Anyway, I just provide some ideas, and in the end, isn't it Zhang Xu who will do it?"

"Okay!"

Miaoyin blinked, "Then I'll wait for you to come and marry me on a colorful cloud!"

"Ah."

Yun Zheng smiled and nodded.

This matter really needs to be put on the agenda.

Miaoyin let go of Yun Zheng and suddenly asked, "Do you want to roar a few times?"

"what?"

Yun Zheng was puzzled, "What are you yelling about?"

"Look at me!"

Miaoyin left Yun Zheng's arms, walked to the river bank, put her hands to her mouth in a trumpet shape, and shouted loudly.

"Gayao!"

"Jiayao..."

Miaoyin shouted loudly.

Her voice penetrated the air and also penetrated Yun Zheng's heart.

Yun Zheng understood Miaoyin's thoughts, and immediately imitated Miaoyin and shouted loudly.

"Gayao!"

"Jiayao..."

As Yun Zheng's voice rang out, Miaoyin's voice suddenly stopped.

But Yun Zheng kept shouting over and over again, using all his strength.

It was as if I wanted to shout out all the sorrow and longing that had accumulated in my heart these days.

"Jiayao..."

Yun Zheng was still shouting over and over again, as if he never got tired.

He didn't stop until his voice started to crack.

His voice continued to echo in the air.

Yun Zheng really wanted to get Jia Yao's response.

But no matter how he shouted, he never got any response.

Yun Zheng didn't stop until his throat was so painful that it was smoking.

Look far ahead.

The sun sets into the starry sky, the world is suddenly dark, and the mountains and rivers are already in autumn...