Come on, Your Highness

Even though they have just been baptized by a war, have just buried their relatives and comrades, and dragged the unhealed wounds, when the new year comes, people's hearts are still full of hope.

This is the most important festival in the world, even in Guancheng, it has to be lively.

One has to have something to look forward to in order to live.

Xuan Ling really deserves to be an iron-blooded warrior, and he broke free from the hands of Lord Yan.

She cherishes this second life very much.

However, it was different in the end, and his resolute temperament was even more frozen in the wind and snow, as cold as an ice sculpture.

After getting the news of Shen Changze's death, she didn't cry or make a fuss, and quietly recuperated from her injuries. Only inadvertently, she could still see her trance, and the hatred buried deep in her eyes afterwards.

When Xuan Ling could sit up and move a little, she said, "Ah Yue, go and tell the prince that I want to see Brother Changze."

At this time, Xiao Hong was writing a letter to the emperor who was far away in the capital. He listened to Ah Yue's request, put down his pen and agreed.

Shen Changze and many headless soldiers were placed in a quiet empty house, guarded by soldiers.

The weather is already cold, so it will not stink if it is left like this, but it has no head, it looks very ugly, and timid people dare not approach it.

Xuan Ling was sent to Shen Changze's side in a wheelchair, and all the eerie horrors had no effect on her, only the body was reflected in those quiet eyes, and although his face was still calm, the pain slowly disappeared from his eyes. overflowed.

Her eyes slowly swept across the whole body, the blood had been cleaned up, and the armor was still the one he left.

From the cuts and scars on the armor, it can be seen what injuries Shen Changze suffered during his lifetime.

Ah Yue and Ah Qing lowered their heads, trying to suppress the choking.

When He Xichao walked in, he saw Xuan Ling lift Shen Changze's left hand, and the thumb puller hurt his eyes.

This scene is very familiar to him.

Once upon a time, he also confirmed Xiao Hong's body in this way, but at that time, God favored him.

But at this moment, the same luck did not befall Xuan Ling and Shen Changze.

Xuan Ling turned his back to him, He Xichao couldn't see her expression, just put himself in her place and thought about it, a crack opened in his heart.

He didn't go in again, turned around and left.

Xiao Hong turned his head with feeling, and saw He Xichao's back.

The two maids couldn't control it anymore, sobbing loudly.

Whether it's the soldiers around or the generals, they can't bear to look at it.

The general of Zhenbei Army who was acquainted with Xuan Ling persuaded: "Lingling, don't look at it, Changze has a spirit in the sky, I hope you live well, don't look at it."

Xuan Ling didn't speak, she held the hand, took off the finger, and then squeezed it tightly in the palm of her hand, as if the only way to stop the heartache from getting worse.

Suddenly Xiao Hong asked: "Is it him?"

Xuan Ling didn't seem to hear, she stroked Shen Changze's palm, and after a while she let it go gently, she turned her head, with a pair of red eyes but no tears, then nodded with difficulty but had to.

"My condolences." Xiao Hong said.

Xuan Ling gently covered Shen Changze's body with a white cloth, but the movement was a little big, as if it touched the wound, making her paler, but she stubbornly refused to let anyone help him.

Neither Ah Yue nor Ah Qing dared to move, they could only watch her worryingly complete this action.

After everything was done, she finally said, "Let's go."

From beginning to end, she never shed tears.

Xiao Hong found He Xichao in an alley in front of Zhenbei Wangfu.

At this moment, four children were gathering together to play with firecrackers, and He Xichao stood by and watched silently.

Firecrackers are so precious that ordinary people can't afford them, and they don't know where these four children got them.

Their faces and hands were flushed from the cold, but it didn't affect the excitement and concentration at all, and they played carefully.

"Brother, stand farther away, don't get hurt." A child shouted to He Xichao.

Children are the most carefree. When the heavy snow covers the flames of war, fear and danger are dispelled with the arrival of the New Year, and innocence and liveliness return to them again.

He Xichao smiled when he heard the words, then took a few steps back, and instructed: "Be careful."

But he didn't expect that there was a person standing behind him, so he bumped into it.

That person supported him, He Xichao turned around, it was indeed Xiao Hong.

"How is General Xuan?" He Xichao asked.

"Someone sent it back."

"is it him?"

"Ah."

He Xichao didn't know what to say, he just felt sad.

Suddenly there was a loud noise in the distance, Xiao Hong immediately pulled He Xichao to his side nervously, looked up, but it was the firecracker that exploded.

Several children cheered and clapped happily, very happy.

He Xichao felt that all the muscles in his body tensed up, so he couldn't help but patted his arm, comforting him to relax.

But Xiao Hong suddenly asked him: "Xi Chao, after the storm that night, if you confirm that it is my body, what will you do?"

Xiao Hong's question reminded He Xichao of the memories he had suppressed with great difficulty.

Full of dark resentment, grief and despair, like a scar engraved on the heart.

"I want to die with you." He Xichao said.

He remembered very clearly that when he suddenly saw "Xiao Hong" lying on the ground, the idea came to him.

Death is too terrible, especially the death of the one you love deeply, which can take away the soul in an instant.

Xiao Hong was shocked.

"But..." He Xichao raised his head and looked into Xiao Hong's eyes with deep eyes, "Before that, I want to take revenge first, at the cost of everything, including my own life, to the Lu family and everything in Jiangzhou." Sin...go to hell."

This was He Xichao's obsession at the time, and he would definitely do that even when he fell into madness.

"Fortunately, you are still alive." He Xichao looked at Xiao Hong who was completely in front of him, and the gloom just now disappeared in the blink of an eye, and he suddenly became enlightened and said gratefully, "God has cared for us."

The joy of being resurrected from the dead can make the person who is deeply bound to be redeemed together.

He was still the clever, cunning, calm and self-reliant He Xichao.

"I'm sorry." Xiao Hong said in a low voice.

After the firecrackers exploded, the children stayed for a while and then ran away.

"It's all over." He Xichao looked at the fragments of firecrackers on the ground and walked over. The air was still filled with the faint smell of gunpowder smoke.

In this era, there is gunpowder. Xiao Hong stayed in the Ministry of Industry for several years and is more familiar with the arsenal.

It's just that today's firearms are easily damaged by moisture and scrapped, and they are mostly used in auxiliary sieges, mainly by ignition and combustion.However, it is not only slow to use in marching and fighting, but also prone to failure, which is not as powerful as the fast horse and long sword.

In the war with the Xiongnu, in the face of galloping arrows and scimitars, using firearms almost killed themselves.

But He Xichao, the soul of the future generations, is very aware of the power of gunpowder.

"Compared with the Huns, the Qi people are inferior in strength and endurance. If you want to go straight to the court of the Huns, in addition to having an outstanding general who uses soldiers like a god, this general must be better than King Zhenbei, otherwise The only way to do it is to fill it with human life and resort to military force." He Xichao picked up the firecracker fragments on the ground, looked at Xiao Hong and said in a calm voice.

This is of course impossible, but where can I find such a general?

Xiao Hong was silent.

Daqi is rich in products, and the barren grassland seems to have nothing to make Daqi covet except for cattle, sheep and horses. It seems that simply promoting the country's prestige and making it bow down seems not enough to pay a huge price to conquer.

But Xiao Hong was not reconciled. The young prince was not only aggrieved because he could not fight back against the Huns' aggression, but also because he needed a reason to persuade someone to cooperate.

He Xichao looked at Xiao Hong, this man's expression was written all over his face, he pursed his lips, and his expression darkened.

Finally, he walked over, handed the firecracker fragments in his hand to Xiao Hong, and said, "There is another way."

Xiao Hong took it and held it in his hand, looking at the charred edges with a puzzled face.

"gunfire."

The wisdom of the ancients should not be underestimated. Given a ball of cotton, it can be spun into cloth in just half a year.

In the case of already having gunpowder, given a development direction, can the cannon fire and thunder be accelerated and born in advance?

Although He Xichao didn't confirm it, he believed it was possible.

"When firecrackers explode with a hundred times, a thousand times the power, are the Huns' iron cavalry still terrible?"

The new year is finally here.

The capital city is still the bustling capital with thousands of lights.

The flames of war in the northern border are too far away to extinguish the excitement of the New Year here.

For the New Year's Eve palace banquet, even though Xiao Hong was not in the capital, Emperor Tiangan arranged a prince seat beside him.

Silk and bamboo dance music, warming the stove to warm wine, smoked and intoxicating.

The high-ranking emperor looked at the dancers spinning continuously on the dance floor, holding a wine glass in his hand, and his eyes always fell on the vacant seat from time to time.

It is warm and welcomes the new year here, and the smiles are Yan Yan. I don't know how Xiao Hong spent the new year at the border.

Guancheng was finally defended, Emperor Tiangan thought about the battle report, felt relieved in his heart, and couldn't help but smile on his face.

He was not without reason that this son made him proud.

It's just that when he thinks of Xiao Hong, he must think of the relationship between him and He Xichao, which makes the emperor's brows furrow.

The mood of Emperor Tiangan has always been the focus of everyone's attention. The prince and concubines were close, and the concubine touched the corner of her lips with a handkerchief and said, "Your Majesty, the most important concern of the court is the war with the Xiongnu. Don't the concubines care about it?" I understand this, but I heard that the daughter of the King of Zhenbei refused to give up her eyebrows, and led the Zhenbei Army to block the Xiongnu iron cavalry, and did not let Guancheng fall. The courtiers and concubines really admire... Your Majesty, I don’t know if it is true ?”

The noble concubine's soft and weak words brought Emperor Tiangan back to his thoughts, and she couldn't help nodding her head and said with a smile: "There is indeed such a thing."

After hearing this, Concubine Lan immediately interjected: "That's really a strange woman, even ordinary men can't compare to her! Thinking about herself, I feel ashamed of myself!"

The concubines next to her praised her again and again, Yingying and Yanyan smiled happily.

"The concubine really wants to meet this female general!" A younger concubine said coquettishly.

Emperor Tiangan glanced at her, and joked: "As stated in the prince's battle report, Xuanling stood on the city wall, holding an epee, leaving dozens of Huns around him who have never fallen. Do you want to see him?"

After Emperor Tianqian finished speaking, the concubines beside him gasped in unison, all in amazement.

Where is this girl, she is simply a killer!

Such a person, standing in front of him, would scare him to death even if he didn't hold a sword or a gun!

"I don't know who will dare to marry in the future. It's almost the same when I marry back to the town house. I have to live in fear." A concubine said, and there were many echoes nearby.

There is no other entertainment besides singing and dancing at the dinner party these days, and talking about some gossip can pass the time and warm up the atmosphere.

The women's relatives can't control the court affairs, but the head of the family can talk about the short marriage and marriage.

Several princes were also sitting close to each other, Xiao Ming couldn't help standing up and said to Emperor Tiangan: "Father, the king of Zhenbei is dedicated to serving the country, and it is really a great fortune for Da Qi to raise such a strong and brave daughter. My son is ashamed. How can I not be ashamed?" .”

"Father, if you have made great achievements in defending the city, should there be rewards to show the court's sympathy?" Xiao Yi also got up and said.

The singing and dancing stopped for a while, the dancers retreated slowly, and Emperor Tiangan nodded: "Feng Xuanling is the princess of Zhenguo, the grandson of Xuanqi Mountain, Xuanhe, and the king of Zhenbei."

This canonization must have been planned by Emperor Tiangan when he received the military report, and he would tell it through the New Year's Eve palace banquet.

Of course, the merits of Xuanjia are also justified.

However, although Xuanhe is the king of Zhenbei, he is too young. The palace and Zhenbei army must listen to Xuanling first.

Thinking of this, everyone's mind became active.

A girl, don't care if she's an angry-eyed King Kong or not, when she's old, doesn't she have to get married?

This is the daughter who married Zhenbei King, but she has the power of Zhenbei Army!

Being able to attend this New Year's Eve palace banquet is inextricably linked with various forces.

The battle in the northern border has not yet ended, and the idea of ​​Xuanling's marriage has already begun here.