Golden Stage

The great rivers and mountains fell into the hands of foreign enemies, and the barbarians regarded the Han people in the Central Plains as pigs and dogs, wantonly looting, burning and killing them.In the past two years, natural disasters and man-made disasters have continued in the north. On the way they marched, they often saw many villages destroyed by the war, with ten houses and nine empty houses, and there were bones exposed in the wilderness by the roadside.

If there is still peace to be negotiated like this, what are those soldiers who are bloody on the front line, and those people who still look south to the king's teacher until their death?

Yan Xiaohan walked to the table, picked up a pen and wrote a few words on the memorandum, and said unhurriedly: "Indeed, the arrow is already on the string, Jinling will not be able to withdraw the suppressing army even if it is noisy. Now The initiative is in our hands, what the southern court says doesn't count, so ignore them."

Now Guanghe surrounds Yuanzhou with four armies of Beiyan, Tianfu, Jiangnan, and Xiangzhou, and further east, there are three military envoys of Huainan, Jingchu, and Suizhou.Except for the Jiangnan Army and Tianfu Army, which nominally belonged to the Jiangnan court, other Jiedu envoys and local generals had "self-supported and self-protected" long before the establishment of the new dynasty.Nowadays, heroes make the situation, and whoever has the hardest fist speaks out. The grown-ups in the south of the Yangtze River shout for joy, but it is not as effective as Fu Shen's orders.

"Corrupt Confucianism is harming the country," Fu Shen said with emotion, stretching his neck to look at the table, "What are you writing at night?"

Yan Xiaohan put down his pen, turned around and picked up the cloth towel on the side to cover Fu Shen's feet, took out the wooden basin to pour water, and replied casually: "It's nothing for the imperial court. You should lie down quickly, don't freeze .”

When he lifted the curtain, there was a gust of wind, and the pages flipped. Fu Shen didn't want to take a peek, but his eyesight was too good, so he caught sight of a neat line of small letters on the white paper.

The moment he saw it clearly, his heart suddenly skipped a beat for no reason.Panicked, but not chaotic, instead, there is a kind of sudden openness.

There are only six words written on the memorial table-"Ning to die in battle, not to discuss peace".

When Fu Shen first returned to Beijing, Yan Xiaohan still called himself a "treacherous sycophant" one by one, and he was still a court eagle who was condemned by the people of the world. Still standing upright.

Now that things have happened, who would dare to say that he is a traitor who only caters to his wishes and harms loyal people?

There was another sound, and Yan Xiaohan came back from outside.Wrapped in the warm quilt, Fu Shen sighed comfortably, and called out, "Menggui."

"Huh?" Yan Xiaohan was washing his hands, turned his head and asked, "What do you want?"

Fu Shen: "I want you."

Yan Xiaohan was caught off guard by being hit in the middle of the mouth, he was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled again.He dried his hands, undressed and went to bed, and lay down beside Fu Shen: "What are you doing?"

Fu Shen leaned over, kissed the tip of his nose, and said confidently, "Nothing, just make out with my wife, can't you?"

Yan Xiaohan squeezed him firmly into his arms, lowered his head to find his warm and dry lips, and gave him a threatening push: "Back me again, I think you don't want to sleep anymore."

Fu Shen was so full of sweet talk that he didn't have time to express it, but he blocked it all into vague and subtle sobs.In the cold winter night, the two of them rolled hotter and hotter, until Yan Xiaohan felt that the fire would not be suppressed any longer, so he could barely let go of him.Seeing sweat on Fu Shen's forehead, he gave a gruff laugh, "I didn't say, ma'am, you're a little too aggressive..."

"Who is to blame?" Yan Xiaohan pulled his hand into the quilt, and sighed, "My lord, you can quickly take down the capital, so that I can go home and do whatever I want. If you don't want to kill me like this, I really can't help but kill Zhongliang."

A low moan escaped from Fu Shen's throat, and he gritted his teeth and said, "You...are you still doing whatever you want? Do you still want to go to heaven?"

The long winter night in the twelfth lunar month can fly by like a spring night.

It snowed in the middle of the night last night, and when Fu Shen woke up early in the morning, it was still pitch black outside, and the sky and the earth were covered with white.Yan Xiaohan should have just gotten up not long ago, but there was still warmth on the other side of the bed.Fu Shen propped his head up and slowly woke up from a nap. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the sable fur hanging on the side and disappeared. He guessed that he had returned to the Tianfu army camp first, so he put on his clothes and got out of bed. Patrol.

Before his feet hit the ground, he heard footsteps coming from the door.Yan Xiaohan walked in, put the steaming bowl on the table, pinched Fu Shen's earlobe with his red fingers, and said, "I woke up so early, I plan to call you when I come back."

Fu Shen reacted belatedly, sat on the bed and looked up at him: "Why did you go so early in the morning? Didn't you go back to camp?"

"Back to what camp?" Yan Xiaohan leaned over and kissed him on the forehead, and said softly, "Have you forgotten what day it is today? Master Hou's birthday is auspicious, and his life will last forever."

It was only then that Fu Shen remembered that today was indeed his birthday.It's just that he is busy with military affairs on weekdays, and it's not a whole life, so this matter has long been forgotten by him.Besides, in extraordinary times, no one is in the mood to celebrate birthdays, so Yan Xiaohan still remembers them for him.

"Thank you..." Fu Shen's throat was clogged, probably because he just woke up, he looked a little dazed, and his words seemed strange and stiff: "Troubleshooting."

Yan Xiaohan looked at him with a blank face that hadn't celebrated his birthday, amused and sad, and couldn't hold back his itchy hand as he touched his head: "You were in Beiyan the year before last, and you were separated in the north and south last year, so it's easy to catch up this year." I don’t have anything to give you now, I cooked you a bowl of birthday noodles, the craftsmanship is not good, Lord Hou will appreciate your face and try it?”

Fu Shen nodded, staring at the slender figure who was going to face him, and thought silently: "I don't want anything, you are enough."

Yan Xiaohan was not modest, he said that he was "not good at cooking", and the taste of the noodles was really just average.But don't say it's just "not good", even if Yan Xiaohan gave him a bowl of arsenic now, Fu Shen would still be able to swallow it without changing his face.

On this day, the generals who accompanied Fu Shen on the Beiyan iron cavalry to patrol the battalion felt unprecedented pressure. A few days ago, Jingning Hou, who threatened to "wait for work with ease" and "I will not move when the enemy moves", suddenly analyzed the situation as if stimulated by something. From the deployment of troops in Yuanzhou to how to take down the capital as soon as possible, it seems that if the whole territory is not recovered within three months, they will come to see them first.

Xiao Xun poked Yu Qiaoting with his elbow, and asked softly, "Is the general bewitched?"

Yu Qiaoting's face was solemn: "I think it's probably Yan who poured him a bowl of ecstasy soup."

Fu Shen cast a cold glance at the two of them: "Last night, I received news from the south of the Yangtze River that the Tarzhe clan sent envoys to Jinling to discuss peace. The Yellow River should be used as the boundary to divide the north and the south, and we should also form a friendly state with our dynasty. I think everyone here, no one wants to give these wolf cubs lucky money every year, right?"

The generals immediately put away their laughter, and their expressions were awe-inspiring.

"We will do it after the new year. As long as Yuanzhou and Xiangzhou are conquered, there will be no barriers for the capital. Recovering the Central Plains within three months is not empty talk," Fu Shen put down the map in his hand, and said solemnly: "Everyone, when the capital was defeated and the North The shame of Xinjiang's fall, now, I, Beiyan Iron Cavalry, should clean up the snow with my own hands."

On New Year's Eve every year, even though the world is difficult and depressions are everywhere in the north, there are still sporadic firecrackers in the city from time to time.For most Han people, no matter how difficult life is, the New Year is always a must.

Outside the city, under the pitch-black sky, there are thousands of iron cavalry lined up with awe-inspiring killing intent.

I don't know how prosperous and prosperous Jiangnan is this night.

The generals of the four armies gathered in the open space in front of the camp, making the last deployment before the battle.After they finished speaking, Yan Xiaohan called a soldier, distributed a bowl of hot wine to each of them, and began to say: "This wine is for everyone. May God bless our army, and this battle will be a great victory."

All the generals raised their bowls, and there was a crisp sound in mid-air, and they all said together: "God bless our army, the flag will win!"

The strong alcohol entered his throat, boiling the blood all over his body.Everyone else went back to the army, only Yan Xiaohan was a little slower, Fu Shen seemed to have seen his plan, raised his eyebrows and smiled: "Is there anything else you want to say to me alone?"

The corners of his eyes were a thin layer of red from the alcohol, and his smile was not as cold and hard as usual, but with a little bit of drunken tenderness.Yan Xiaohan knew clearly that the time and the occasion were wrong, but he couldn't help but feel his heart twitch.

The last thing he wanted was to see Fu Shen on the battlefield, but it was undeniable that this was actually the most frustrating look for him.

"On New Year's Eve, we should say something auspicious." Yan Xiaohan raised his glass to him from a distance in view of the windy sky, "May the family and country be stable and prosperous and peaceful."

Fu Shen was slightly startled, then lowered his eyes, seemed to be sighing, and seemed to be smiling.

He raised his glass in return, his voice was not loud, but falling into the wind, Yan Xiaohan could hear every word clearly.

"May I stay together forever and live forever with you."

After finishing speaking, he drank the remaining wine from the bottom of the bowl in one gulp, and rode his horse into the boundless night.