After binding the loving mother system, I was so bad

With the tens of thousands of people brought back by Gu Nanxi, Yunzhou's post-war reconstruction work proceeded in an orderly manner.

Gu Nanxi walked on the street, looking at the collapsed houses on both sides, feeling extremely heavy.

Su Yunyan followed behind her and introduced the process of defending the city in a calm voice.

"We were short of manpower at the time, so all the men, women, and children in the city were conscripted. After the west gate was breached, they held explosive packs to block the gate. First the old men, then the men..."

"But we only had a limited amount of explosives. Even if we risked our lives, the Tartars still managed to get in. We were prepared, so we engaged in street fighting. The houses that collapsed around here were all the result of the owners holding explosives, determined to perish together with the Tartars."

"Fortunately, Lord He, the governor of Shuozhou, sent the Shuozhou soldiers here in time. We fought the enemy together, and the musketeers shot and killed Wanyan Wushu. The Tartars were defeated and retreated."

Gu Nanxi stopped at the west city gate.

The bluestone here has almost shattered, and there are dark brown bloodstains in the cracks between the bricks.

Spider-web-like cracks also appeared on the originally solid city walls.

The autumn wind was howling, and in a trance, Gu Nanxi seemed to see the determined figures of the people of Yunzhou.

Gu Nanxi: "Where are the Shuozhou soldiers? Where is Lord Wang?"

Su Yunyan looked at the broken west city gate with a hollow look in her eyes. "The people from Jiangnan transported food to our Yunzhou. After the food team arrived in Shuozhou, the local tyrants in Shuozhou took advantage of the fact that the government office was not well guarded and intercepted the team."

"Lord He urgently recalled the soldiers from Shuozhou, and Lord Wang also went to Shuozhou. At present, they have brought back some food, and most of the remaining food is still in the hands of local tyrants."

"Okay, I get it. Where's Wenyu?"

"Wen Yu went to other towns to collect data. She said that ordinary people can also be heroes, and heroes should not be buried. She wants to record the deeds of mortal heroes in the Yunzhou Weekly. Their names will be passed on as long as the white paper and black ink can be passed on."

Gu Nanxi turned around and looked at Su Yunyan's distraught appearance, tears filling her eyes.

This little girl who once lived in Kyoto, was cute and lovely, and wanted to be a concubine, but was eventually led down another path by herself.

Gu Nanxi pulled Su Yunyan into her arms, her voice so gentle that water could drip out: "Yunyan, mother is back."

"Mother?" Su Yuyan blinked and mechanically hugged Gu Nanxi back.

"Aniang is here. Aniang is back."

Su Yunyan buried her head in Gu Nanxi's neck. The familiar breath coming from her nose pulled Su Yunyan's soul floating in the air down.

Su Yunyan finally felt a sense of reality, and a strong sense of fear surged out at this moment.

Su Yunyan hugged Gu Nanxi's waist tightly, sobbing softly at first, and then burst into tears: "Mother, I'm so scared, I'm really scared!"

"I'm afraid I can't stop the Tartars! I'm afraid I'll never see my mother again!"

"They're all dead! Those women were just blown away, gone, all gone! We searched at the city gate for three whole days and three nights, but couldn't piece together a complete body!"

"At that time, I really hoped that you could come back soon. But I couldn't be afraid, I couldn't panic, everyone was watching me!"

Su Yunyan's voice kept shaking, like a dead leaf that was blown up by the strong wind and slowly fell to the ground.

Gu Nanxi let out a low sob from her throat and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She gently stroked Su Yunyan's back, her voice as firm as a rock: "You did a great job, all of you did an exceptionally great job! You protected Yunzhou, protected our homeland, and protected the retreat of our army of more than 100,000 people!"

Gu Nanxi's waist was hurt by Su Yunyan's squeezing, but she comforted Su Yunyan gently: "The efforts of everyone in Yunzhou will not be in vain! And they cannot be in vain!"

Gu Nanxi's eyes were like a burning flame, full of determination and determination to win!

……

In Kyoto City, the transport ships chartered by the nobles were released again.

On the Bian River, large and small ships come and go, and the docks and teahouses and restaurants have regained their former bustle.

"As expected of the Duke of Yun, she can use the power of one state to resist hundreds of thousands of Tartar troops! I knew that with her in the north, our Great Zhou would be as stable as a rock!"

"Come on, that's not what you said at the beginning. You said that Duke Yun would definitely lose!"

The tea drinker covered his mouth and laughed: "What's the point of you arguing with me about this? Not to mention me, even the emperor and the officials in the court, don't they think the same as me?"

Just at this moment, Song Da walked into Fuquan Teahouse, and the atmosphere in the teahouse lobby stagnated.

Then, the tea drinkers greeted Song Da again, as if the last dispute had never happened.

"Song Da, I have an empty seat here! We haven't seen you for a long time. Are you alienated from us? We are all blind and didn't know the real man. We never thought that Duke Yun was so powerful. Don't bother with us."

Song Da found an empty seat and sat down, his brows tightly furrowed.

The tea drinker beside him called the waiter, ordered a cup of tea, and brought a plate of snacks: "Song Da, are you still blaming your brothers? Have a cup of tea and calm down."

Song Da took the teacup and explained, "It's not a big deal. How can I be angry with you? I'm worried about the twelve golden orders."

The tea drinker was puzzled: "Why should we worry about this? If the emperor tells us to withdraw our troops, then Duke Yun will withdraw his troops. Anyway, this country belongs to the emperor, not Duke Yun. Is it a good thing to save our own people from bloodshed?"

Song Da sighed: "Do you think Duke Yun is an obedient person?"

The tea drinker's smile froze on his face.

Duke Yun...

She is selectively obedient and only listens to what she wants to hear.

As for the twelve golden orders asking her to withdraw her troops, she probably won't listen to them.

As if he finally remembered Gu Nanxi's character, the tea drinker rubbed his hands and asked Song Da in a low voice: "Um... well... if our emperor deceived Duke Yun like this, would she?"

Song Da's eyes were solemn: "It's hard to say!"

The same problem also occurred in the palace.

In the Qinzheng Palace, Li Gelao advised earnestly: "Your Majesty, Duke Yun has made such a great contribution. Please quickly issue a few imperial decrees to reward him."

The young emperor lay sideways on the dragon throne and said slowly, "Let's talk about it later. Wait until she comes to the capital."

Li Gelao felt pain in his cheek, and his tone became worse: "If you push Duke Yun too far, and she really rebels, look at the entire Great Zhou, who can stop her?"

The young emperor was not panicked at all: "The Yunzhou army suffered heavy losses, and it was a disaster year. There is not enough food. What can Gu Nanxi use to rebel?!"

Li Gelao's head was buzzing with pain. "What would you do if Duke Yun refused to obey the order and took back the Sixteen Prefectures of Youyun?"

The young emperor jumped up and said, "You reminded me that the imperial power is majestic and cannot be offended! Come, draft an edict!"