Ministers and others get married by decree

It has snowed heavily in Mobei in October. Looking down from Langyan Mountain in the distance, you can see a long river meandering through the entire green and yellow prairie.

It was only one night, and the powdery fresh snow came with the strong wind, covering all the grass and shrubs, and then turned over Langyan Mountain, and the endless sand dunes made people even more bored and desperate.

Everything seemed lifeless.

At this time, a column of troops was moving slowly along the Chile River, struggling against the wind and snow.Looking at their uniform black armor and heavy red capes, they should be soldiers from the Changli Kingdom.

At this time, it was the first year of Yongqing, when the new emperor came to the throne, and it was Chu Zhihai, the loyal and brave Huihou of this generation, who was leading his troops to the Mobei military camp located west of Langyan Mountain for a change of defense.

"General," the guard rode over against the wind and shouted loudly, "It's getting late, do you want to stay here?"

The bitter cold wind made his voice erratic, but Chu Zhihai still heard it.

He was wearing a half-worn Mingjia, with the ears of the helmet turned up, and the red tassels on the helmet were frozen solid.He gestured to the guards to set up camp, his breath brought up white smoke, and even his eyelashes condensed into ice beads.

If the cold wind stops for a while, the ice on the eyelashes will soon be melted by the body temperature, but if it is not dried in time, the eyelashes will freeze again soon.

Seeing his gesture, the personal guard immediately rode his horse to the front of the line, and shouted loudly: "Camp in place——Camp in place—!!"

The lengthy team seemed to come alive suddenly. Whether it was cavalry or infantry, everyone seemed to wake up suddenly from the numb march, and began to form small groups one by one, dismounting their horses and unloading their equipment. The riverside suddenly became lively.

Chu Zhihai is not yet 30 years old, which is quite young among today's generals.He didn't get off the horse immediately, but lowered his head to look at the small bump tightly wrapped in the red cloak in front of him.

"Lou'er?" He called as softly as he could, and carefully lifted a corner of the cloak with his big hands that were red and swollen from the cold.

Inside the cloak, I saw a little doll about five or six years old, curled up into a ball, sleeping soundly with his soft little face pressed against his waist.A hot air with the fragrance of medicine and milk blows out from the cloak, which is not as gentle as it is in the Gobi sky and white snow.

Seeing that his son was still asleep, Chu Zhihai hurriedly tightened his cape again.He looked around, feeling worried again.There is no head block at all around here. If it continues to snow, I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep well at night.

"General, the fire pit is rising," Yan Er, the personal guard, strode over to him and said, "Hurry up and hug the little general there to keep warm!"

"Okay, this kid is sleeping strangely." Chu Zhihai didn't delay any longer, supported his son with one hand, and jumped off the horse as gently as possible.He casually handed over the reins of the black walnut to Yan Er, hugged his son tightly and walked towards the fire pond by the river.

At this time, every one hundred households in the team raised a firepit, and everyone was busy setting up tents, sorting out fodder, and digging fire ditches.

The fire-headed soldiers set up a large copper pot by the fire pond, chopped the salted and air-dried lamb legs into pieces with a machete, and threw them into the soup pot together with wild vegetables and ginger roots collected on the road. The water in the pot quickly turned into Milky white.

After the soldiers finished their work, they all smelled the fragrance one after another.They gathered in twos and threes and sat down by the firepit, layered on top of each other, gathering the heat in the middle.

They didn't get up when they saw Chu Zhihai coming, and they all greeted their superiors happily.

"The little general hasn't woken up yet?" A centurion rubbed his hands and made way for Chu Zhihai, "Come and sit here under the mark, leeward!"

"No need," Chu Zhihai pressed his shoulder with one hand, and said gently, "I'll just squeeze in with everyone to make it warmer." He sat cross-legged beside the centurion, carefully holding the doll hidden in the cloak, Hold it across your lap like a baby.

Everyone involuntarily held their breath and looked over.

Chu Zhihai smiled at the corner of his mouth, lifted his cloak slightly with his right hand, and then lightly fanned the aroma of mutton soup towards him.Some soldiers couldn't hold back their laughter when they saw this.

They all felt that the general was really narrow-minded, and used this trick against Xiao Lou'er every day.

Sure enough, after a while, the little ball in the cloak began to move and struggle.Chu Zhihai supported him with both hands, looking down at his son for a while.

Chu Xiaolou, who was only six years old, finally got his head out of the cloak after much effort, and looked around sleepily.

He is in the cutest cub stage, with a big head and a small body.I saw him wearing a small mini bun, his skin was milky white, his small eyebrows were bushy, and he looked very majestic, his big eyes with long eyelashes were as delicate as a little girl.

The only thing is that the mouth has lost some color, and it looks a little lack of energy and blood.

"Father, it smells so good..." Chu Lou only showed a small face, and shouted in a daze.

Seeing this, all the soldiers roared with laughter, and a group of senior men's voices were so loud that they literally woke up the children.

"There's mutton soup, do you want to drink it?" Chu Zhihai lowered his head and rubbed his stubbled chin against his fat face.His voice was exceptionally soft and soft, and he spoke more decisively than their generals usually. Everyone subconsciously touched the armor, feeling goosebumps all over their bodies.

Oops lamb soup!

Chu Lou was suddenly refreshed, stretched out his paws and pushed away his father's big face in disgust, poked his small head out of the cloak, and looked longingly at the copper pot.He took a deep and intoxicated breath, his nose was full of the unique fresh smell of mutton, he was so hungry!

"Little general, how about our soup?" the fire soldier teased him with a smile.

Chu Lou crossed his legs with difficulty on his father's lap, because his calves were chubby, this posture was a bit embarrassing for him.He grabbed the cloak to surround himself, only showing a small face, smacked his lips and nodded: "Brother Big Head, this soup is much better than the garlic soup a few days ago, it still needs to have meat."

Everyone laughed again, as if they heard some funny joke.

The Huotou soldier called Datou burst into tears, hurriedly took Chu Xiaolou's special mini bowl from the personal guard, and picked out the best and tenderest leg meat and half a bowl of soup for him. "Little General, you said broth is good, so drink more soup and eat more meat today!"

"Don't be busy," Chu Lou stared at his small bowl carefully, pursed his mouth and said seriously, "Brother Big Head, according to the rules, each person can only eat a small piece of meat, and you scooped up three or four pieces for me." .”

He was only a little old, and he looked younger than his actual age. He spoke so rigidly, it was really funny!Everyone couldn't help laughing, and they didn't bother to speak up for the big head, but just watched how he dealt with Chu Lou.

He looked at him in embarrassment, then looked up at the general asking for help.

They are always teasing the child, but not all of them feel sorry for this little thing.

Chu Lou is too young and sick.Even their strong and strong young adults can't carry it, let alone him as a baby?

Following the general's rapid march like this, he has to eat a good hot soup every two or three days, what a pity!None of them would rather take one less bite, as long as the child can eat more.

Besides, this kid has a small appetite, so what is it worth?

Chu Zhihai touched his son's cold forehead, put him in his arms, raised his head and smiled and said, "Okay, you can choose a smaller piece of meat for him, he still needs to drink medicine." Drinking medicine is one aspect. , mainly because he cherishes the rare fairness of Xiao Yaoer.

He recalled the journey along the way, feeling distressed and proud at the same time.

How many people in Beijing are muttering about the little thing in his arms, saying that a sick child came out of the gate.

Even his mother was not allowed to take her name at the beginning, because she was afraid that Xiao Yaoer would not be able to keep her, and she rarely visited Yaoer on weekdays, saying that she was worried that her relationship would develop, and the child would die in the future and would not be able to withstand the stimulation.

Can he and Yao Erniang feel comfortable?There is no way to refute.But as parents, they can't just watch their own flesh and blood wait to die slowly, can they?So in the past few years, they tried all kinds of methods, searched for famous doctors, and finally raised the child until he was six years old.

Facts have proved that although his family's youngest son is physically weak, he is a serious Chu family son in his bones.

Yao'er never complained about such a difficult and long journey.In order to ensure the march, he couldn't even bring a carriage, so Yao'er spent three to five days in his arms and on horseback like this.

He stared at his son with soft and complicated eyes, seeing Chu Lou smirking sweetly, reaching out his little fat paw to take the soup bowl, and thanking Big Head very politely, his heart became more sour.

Chu Zhihai lamented that Yao'er was in poor health, and they had raised her in their hands since birth, but she didn't have the slightest bit of arrogance. She knew respect and humility at a young age.How long has it been?He won the favor of his soldiers.

He regrets it.

If he gave birth to Yao'er in good health, Yao'er will definitely be a good general in the future!

"Father, take a sip." Chu Lou courteously raised the small bowl and handed it to his mouth, "Drink it well! It's so delicious!"

"Okay, dad, come and taste it." Chu Zhihai was very pleased, and couldn't bear to hurt his son's filial piety, so he took a sip meaningfully, "Well, it really tastes good! Dad tasted it, you can drink it yourself."

"..." Chu Lou looked at him speechlessly, and took the small bowl back.

Hey, these adults know how to fool children.

He held his own soup bowl and drank soup, while watching the soldiers eating and chatting around the firepit, while thinking about his own thoughts.

This time, he was acting coquettishly and trying his best to get his parents to agree to let him come with him.

It has been six years since he came to this ancient world with the memories of his previous life.

In the past six years, he has lived a really hard life, suffering from serious and minor illnesses one after another.It is no exaggeration to say that he has seen most of the famous doctors with a long history.

If he had to use one word to describe Chu Lou's six-year life, he could only think of the ugly word "surrender".Because he had lived so hard, especially before the age of five, that kind of suffering even made him want to die.

A real baby, who feels uncomfortable but does not necessarily retain memories, is different from him.

Just because he has a mature soul, he knows joy, anger, sorrow, fear, ups and downs, so he will firmly remember every minute and every second, and the pain will accumulate infinitely.

Chu Lou smacked the deliciousness of the mutton soup in his mouth, thinking of the bowl after bowl of bitter medicine juice, the food he ate was not as much medicine.He also let the child lose his temper and deliberately dropped the medicine bowl, but when he saw his mother's haggard face and gritted her teeth to coax him to take the medicine, he gave in.

Even if he got the worst hand of cards in his life, he was a little bit lucky, he would not change whoever came, and that was his parents.

In the end, Chu Lou swallowed his wailing and tears, and slowly learned to live with the pain.

The author has something to say: I can't finish a chapter, what should I do?Will the two extra chapters be annoying?

Lao Qin's can only be posted next time.