The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

There was a crash.

The clan elders turned back slightly in surprise, and then stepped aside in unison, revealing a little girl who had walked behind them from unknown time.

With her hair braided, she mustered up the courage to come here and say these two words, but at this moment, facing everyone's eyes and solemn expressions, she still panicked.

She lowered her head and held the corners of her clothes tightly with her hands. She wanted to go back immediately but she didn't dare. She could only stare at her toes and slowly pursed her lips.

"without..."

"Your Uncle Yan, you made no mistake."

Wu Li took a deep breath, calmed his expression, and smiled as gently as possible.

"Oh."

"Then...I'll go first." After hearing this, the little girl raised her head, glanced at Wu Li in a panic, then hurriedly looked away, turned around and left.

But as soon as she turned around, she turned back, looked at Yan Cheng, and stammered:

"Uncle Yan, it's late at night, we all have to go home and sleep."

"You...won't you go home and sleep?"

The words fell.

Yan Cheng, who was kneeling on the ground, bit the corners of his lips and his expression was almost distorted.

The little girl panicked, glanced at the adults, and then cautiously walked to Yan Cheng's side. She wanted to do something but didn't know what to do. She could only open her mouth at a loss, but couldn't say anything.

But within two breaths, her little body was hugged.

"It's late at night, it's time to go home and sleep. I'll take you back so that your mother won't worry." Yan Cheng hugged her gently, his face gradually calmed down, and then he slowly stood up.

He turned his back to Wu Li and walked forward, then said:

"Clan leader, I understand."

"Please...take us along with you."

Wu Li and everyone looked at his back, lying on the ground with complex expressions, watching him slowly walk away.

The moonlight was not bright, and the bonfire swayed slightly in the night wind.

Tears fell from his red eyes and slid down his rough cheeks. This iron-boned man's face was covered with tears, and his arms were stained with tears.

Only by hugging this small body in my arms can I stop my trembling hands.

"Uncle Yan, why are you crying? What happened?"

"Is... we're going to fight again?"

The little girl looked at him in a panic, stretched out her calloused hands to wipe his tears, and asked the scary question.

Yan Cheng shook his head, freed his hand, wiped his eyes tremblingly, and forced a smile.

"without..."

"Nothing happened."

"I don't know how to fight."

"Go home, go back to bed, I'm a little tired too." He said with a smile.

"Ok!"

The girl leaned down and pressed against Yan Cheng's chest, which was wet with tears. She stretched out her hand to help him smooth the messy collar, and then gently hugged him.

The shadow of the moon was whirling, the evening breeze was blowing, and the sparks as bright as stars flickered and rose up, dissipating in the boundless night that was as cold as water.

Yan Cheng walked past the bonfire and was gradually followed by a group of children who were playing hachi and other times making a fuss. There were still people waiting at home, and it was time for them to go home.

Perhaps the evening breeze was too soft, causing the trees and grass to sway gently, making it particularly refreshing. Yan Cheng exhaled a breath of turbid air and felt that everything inside him was smooth.

But he understood that this meant letting go of one thought and feeling completely at ease.

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"What is he doing? How long has it been? Why hasn't he come back yet?!"

The next day, at noon.

In the Nanze Palace, in the side hall, Jin Fengling looked sulky, and in the audience, Prince Qing's face didn't look good either.

Although the rebels did not immediately attack Nanze after capturing Datong, and seemed to be garrisoning and resting, the danger in Nanze still existed. In addition, King Jing, who had been sent to Nanman to ask for troops, had not returned yet and had not been sent back. This is really worrying news.

Logically speaking, it was time to come back after a long trip. Even if there was a delay, as long as King Jing got the barbarians to agree to send troops, he should have his subordinates send a message back in advance.

And it was precisely for this reason that Jin Fengling became anxious after waiting all morning.

"Your Majesty, don't be anxious, maybe you will come back later." Prince Qing could only console him like this.

"Aren't you impatient? Teach me how to not be impatient!"

"What time has it been? The rebels are eyeing Nanze, and the barbarians are not coming. Please teach me how to feel at ease! If you say you can directly defeat the rebels, then everything is easy!"

King Qing was speechless and could only remain silent.

Jin Fengluan was pacing back and forth, his brows furrowed tightly, then he suddenly stopped and said coldly:

"Shouldn't he be treated as a distinguished guest there after being so hospitably entertained by those barbarians?"

Prince Qing raised his eyebrows, shook his head and said, "This...should not happen."

"In today's tense situation, no matter what Pingwu does, he will never forget his responsibilities."

Jin Fengluan's eyes were filled with anger, and he couldn't help but cursed:

"I know him very well!"

"He is the best at drinking. Those barbarians had previously sent me the wine they produced. Although the wine was of low quality, it was the most intoxicating. I think he must have been drunk there! This is why he has been delayed until now. Not back yet!”

Prince Qing obviously disagreed: "Your Majesty, that's not the case."

"No matter what, Ping Wu also has a sense of propriety, and there is no way that drinking at this time will cause trouble."

Jin Fengluan waved his sleeves angrily, his expression becoming increasingly ugly.

King Qing pondered for a moment, then said in a deep voice:

"Could it be...that something happened to that barbarian tribe?" He looked at Jin Fengling.

As soon as these words came out, Jin Fengluan was shocked and his eyes widened immediately: "Huh?"

"What do you mean by this? Are you trying to say that he was... detained by those barbarians?"

Prince Qing shook his head: "I can't tell."

Jin Fengluan stood up suddenly: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"The barbarians were led by rebels and killed hundreds of thousands of people before. I understand them. How could these stupid people with strong limbs and simple minds not think of revenge."

"I have made it clear to Pingwu about the pros and cons of suppressing the rebels. As long as he conveys his words to the barbarians, how can they not listen?"

"If they don't fight, are they still barbarians?! How smart do you think they are? That's nonsense!"

Prince Qing did not refute, but lowered his head and said, "Maybe I am worrying too much."

"But your Majesty, don't worry too much. I have sent some people to meet you in the morning. If you don't meet them on the road, they will go to Guiyun City."

After hearing this, Jin Fengling's brows gradually relaxed.

"Well, it's better for you to take care of things."

"When the barbarian soldiers and horses arrive, I will feel relieved. I don't believe that this is no better than the rebels! Humph!"

"Yes." Prince Qing replied.

"By the way, how is the recruitment process going?" Last night, Jin Fengling ordered the ministers to recruit soldiers from among the common people. The conditions were very relaxed. Not only adults, but also young men in their early ten years could be recruited. As a soldier.

At this moment, when he heard Jin Fengling's question, King Qing immediately replied: "Everything is being done in an orderly manner. Fortunately, there are still many weapons in the arsenal. You can use them as soon as you get them."

"That's good, tell them that in order to do something great, they must all stand up for me at this time! Anyone who dares not go to the battlefield at this time is a traitor!" Jin Fengling shouted sternly.