Invincible drunk

In January of the 17th year of Qiyuan, Wu Zhuangyuan Jiang Ling invited himself to the expedition.Emperor Yun.

At the end of January of the same year, a large number of disaster victims flooded into Yandu, suing the third prince Jing Xiao for colluding with officials and businessmen, driving up food prices, and neglecting human lives.

The emperor was furious, and ordered the three princes to confine themselves to the palace, unless it was an edict.

In March of the 17th year of Qiyuan, Xiliang was exhausted and cut off twelve cities and Dayan to show the intention of restoring the old friendship.

It was also in March of this year that Jiang Ling returned with his troops.

When they arrived in Yandu, the weather was getting warmer. It was originally bright and cheerful with grass growing and warblers flying, but it was dyed pale by the full army.

Emperor Ming sent Jingheng to greet the return of the army, Jingheng stood at the gate of the city, for some reason, he felt a bit of chill.

"Return to Your Highness, the ministers have lived up to their trust." Jiang Ling saw the person standing at the gate of the city from a distance, and hurriedly dismounted, walked a few steps, and went forward to salute.

"Boys, you've done a great job!" Jingheng took a deep breath and said loudly, "I am here to welcome the victorious sons according to the order of the sage! Whether you return safely or bury your bones in Xiliang, you all It is the pride of King Dayan's capital!"

He looked around the army, waved his hand and said, "Come here, serve wine!"

After pouring the first glass of wine, he sprinkled the wine into the ground, "This first glass of wine is a memorial to my heroic spirit, Da Yan!"

"This second cup is dedicated to our king! I hope the people of Dayan are safe and happy!"

"For the third cup of wine, I respect you all. You have worked hard in the battle of Xiliang!"

The strong wine entered his throat, and the wine bowl fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

This battle, until now, finally came to an end.

The Xiliang battle was undoubtedly a victory.

At least, in exchange for a period of peace between the two countries.

Sad... except for those who never come back.

and their relatives and friends.

The night is cold as water.

When Jing Heng came out of the palace banquet, it was past Xu time, he got into the carriage, pressed his aching temple, and suddenly thought of someone's rough and gentle fingers on a certain winter day.

Jun buried the mud collarbone under the spring, and I sent the world full of snow.

Jinghe also went to the palace banquet, and Huan Lan, who was an accompanying doctor, naturally followed.

Huan Lan sat at the bottom, looking at the officials wearing masks, resting their chins in boredom, picking and choosing from the dishes with their chopsticks, and put down the chopsticks embarrassingly when they found that there was really nothing to eat.

Although Jinghe has been far away from the court for many years, the name of a prince is there. Although everyone will not drink him much, a toast is still inevitable. Fortunately, Luluo has already anticipated this situation, so before the banquet, let His Royal Highness Ding Wang drank a bowl of stomach warming soup before letting him come over.

Seeing that he was bored, Jing He tilted his head and said in a low voice, "We'll go back later."

Huan Lan responded in a low voice, and couldn't help muttering: "The food in this palace banquet is not as good as that in the mansion."

Seeing him complaining, Jinghe couldn't help laughing.

"Fortunately, the soup was stewed in the small kitchen... It's just right to drink it when I go back." Huan Lan thought for a while and said, "It's been stewed all afternoon!"

"What soup?" Jinghe asked, skillfully handling the courteous officials.

"Yam Pork Rib Soup." Huan Lan said, "I want to go back soon..."

Having said that, the two of them waited until the palace banquet was over before going back. When the two separated from Jing Heng, Jing He silently patted Jing Heng on the shoulder and got a bitter smile from the other party.

Then they went back to their homes.

Regardless of Jingheng's caressing the white jade bottle that Qin Zheng gave him to hold water that night, Jinghe and Huanlan drank a bowl of soup and rested separately.