Invincible drunk

In the early morning of that day, Huan Lan pushed open the door, and unexpectedly found that a thin layer of ice flowers had formed on the grass in front of the door.

"This year's winter has come so fast!" he whispered.

There is a layer of earth dragons in the garden of beasts, and the big tiger was sent there a few days ago. Huan Lan just went to see it yesterday, and saw that its skin was smooth and slippery after being cared for in the garden of beasts.

As in the past, I came to the Jinghe courtyard, entered the small kitchen, looked at the various ingredients on the table, and thought about what to do.

The small kitchen was built by Jinghe not long ago, so that Huanlan would not be carrying a food box around every day.

Huan Lan saw a few white radishes in a basket, they were extremely fresh, so he took one, washed, peeled and cut into pieces, and at the same time took a piece of mutton, washed and drained, cut into small pieces to marinate, and then stir-fried the radish in oil Put it into the earthen jar with the radish, add water and cook slowly.

Mutton is tender, easy to digest, and calms the body, so it's just right to drink in winter.

It takes some time to boil the mutton soup, so I guess it's just right for lunch.

After stewing the soup, Huan Lan simply diced the bacon, winter bamboo shoots, and preserved eggs, and took another small casserole to cook the porridge. When the porridge in the pot boiled, sprinkle a handful of chopped green vegetables and stir After a while, let the maid directly bring it over.

After Huan Lan washed her hands in the sink, a maid immediately handed over a snow-white handkerchief. After Huan Lan thanked her, she wiped her hands and walked towards Jinghe.

In the outer room, Huan Lan saw Jing He sitting on a chair and looking at him with burning eyes.

After saluting, he sat down and added a bowl of porridge to Jinghe out of habit. Jinghe stirred it gently with a spoon, and suddenly asked, "It's almost the end of the new year."

It was only then that Huan Lan remembered that indeed, the Chinese New Year is almost here.

The days in this Prince Ding's Mansion were so leisurely and comfortable that one year had come to an end before he knew it.

"General Qin, will you come back for the New Year?" For some reason, Huan Lan suddenly remembered the General Qin who was at war with Xiliang.

In these days, news of good news spread frequently, and the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty shouted happily, and everyone was happy up and down.

"Why did you ask him all of a sudden?" Jing He casually took a sip of porridge, but he didn't seem to want Huan Lan to answer, and said to himself: "The war in Xiliang is tense now, I'm afraid I won't come back..."

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the days in Xiliang are getting sad. It is bound to launch a counterattack against Dayan. The previous successes are actually countless. When the first snow fell, a bloody battle really kicked off.

Naturally, Huan Lan couldn't think of that, and she just let out a sigh of regret when she heard the words, and then buried her head in drinking the porridge.

Jinghe's prediction was indeed correct. Ten days later, a heavy snowfall fell silently.

The snow fell hard, in waves, and soon reached the ankles.

Jinghe pushed open a window, reached out to catch a snowflake, and sighed softly.

Although auspicious snow heralds a good year, this heavy snow is also the burial place of many homeless people.

Sure enough, at the court meeting three days later, Emperor Ming dropped a few notes about snow disasters in various places.

The officials in the court bowed their heads, and Emperor Ming sneered: "Why is everyone silent at this time?! My Da Yan is not raising trash!"

"Returning to the Holy One, I think it is still necessary to calm the hearts of the people at this time." The Minister of the Ministry of Rites stepped forward and said, "I think that taxes can be appropriately reduced or exempted in places where the snowstorm is severe."

"Returning to the Holy One, I think that the tax must not be reduced. Now that the Northwest War is at a critical juncture, once the tax is reduced, how can the soldiers in the Northwest fight!!" This is the Secretary of the Ministry of Punishment.

"Return to the Holy One,..."

After a while, Chaoshang became a mess.

Emperor Ming sat on the dragon chair, with his eyes downcast, unable to see any emotion or anger, his hands clenched into fists under the cover of his wide dragon robe.

He naturally knew that the tax was inevitable, but if the tax was unavoidable, how would the people in the land of the snowstorm deal with themselves?

"I am going to send someone to the disaster-stricken area, who among you is willing to handle this matter?" As soon as Emperor Ming said this, the originally noisy court hall fell silent for a moment.

Jing Xiao has been silently observing Jing Heng's movements. When he saw Jing Heng frowning as if he wanted to take a step forward, his body was quicker than his brain to think, and he stepped forward and said: "Father, my son is willing to go!"

"Very good," Emperor Ming said in a low voice, "Then let's go back and get ready, we'll leave today."

"Yes, I will live up to my father's entrustment." Jing Xiao also knows that this is a dilemma, but once it is done, he can not only win the hearts of the people in Qingzhou, Jiangzhou and other states, but also get the father's trust. Pay attention, so he must go!

Jing Heng stood there calmly, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his lips.

As expected, Jing Xiao was...too impatient...

The court is full of wind and clouds, and the battle in the northwest battlefield is still fierce.

The snow that should have been pure white turned shockingly red. The painting halberd in Qin Zheng's hand pierced a Xiliang soldier's body mercilessly, and then turned to the next target after he pulled it out.

His body had already been covered with countless wounds, large and small, and his handsome face was also stained with blood.

It has been two days, he and a thousand cavalry in his hand have been trapped in this valley for two days...

If there were no traitors in the army...

Qin Zheng's face turned cold, and he swung down the painting halberd fiercely!

In the past two days, Xiliang soldiers seemed to be endless, torturing their nerves every moment. No matter how stupid Qin Zheng was, he knew that those Xiliang soldiers came for him.

It's just a pity that these brothers who died with him in vain...

And that traitor, that traitor is still in the army...

Qin Zheng's vision gradually blurred, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and finally fixed on the face of that gentle young man with raised lips. Fell into a foot-high snowdrift.

Seeing this, Xiliang soldiers who surrounded him charged up with their knives in hand.

Qin Zheng's helmet had been lost at some point. His jet-black broken hair was blown up by the bitter wind, and knives shining with icy light pierced his body. In such a cold weather, the blood flowed out and quickly solidified. He stood there straight, no matter how many knives were cut into his body, even if he was cut into pieces by a thousand knives, he still guarded this land with the posture of a guardian...

"General!!!!" The living man let out a heart-piercing roar, and his red eyes that had not slept for a long time were full of anger: "I will fight with you!!!"

Those who greeted him were Xiliang soldiers who were like wolves and tigers, and the scimitars shining in their hands...

In December of the 16th year of Qiyuan, general Qin Zheng was ambushed, and all [-] cavalrymen in his hands were killed, and none survived.

Jingheng, who received the message in Yanduzhong, poured boiling water all over his hands.