Seeking HE in the BE world

"Your Majesty, this is a letter from the city gate!"

"Bring it up."

Little Fuzi bent slightly, unfolded the letter, and presented it in front of the emperor.

The letter is a kraft paper specially produced in the Huns, made of cowhide. If you look carefully, you can see the fine lines of meat skin on it.

Lin Jinian lowered his eyes and looked over.

"I heard that General Pei's leg was seriously ill and he couldn't stand upright, so I came to express my condolences. Yu Chang was defeated in the Battle of Yanmen, and the soldiers of our country refused to accept it. At this time, he called the battle. I don't know if I can see the general's heroic appearance on the battlefield again, and wait for the good news. "

After he finished reading, he waved his hand to Xiao Fuzi, who took it with winking eyes and read it to the ministers.

The ministers all changed face when they heard it.

Although this is said in a polite manner, everyone understands what it means.

You're lame, are you still so arrogant? Let's fight again if you have the ability!

This is blatant provocation.

It's just that the matter of General Pei's leg injury was a secret in the court, how did the Huns know about it.

They turned their heads to look at Pei Huaijin who was sitting in a wheelchair, but they saw that he was extremely calm and showed no particular emotions.

The Xiongnu lived on nomads. If the weather was bad, especially in severe winter, and the vegetation would wither, their lives would be greatly affected.

Therefore, they will try to invade south every year, thereby expanding their living range.

Lin Jinian lowered his eyebrows, hiding his worries in his eyes.He just said in a low voice, "What's Ai Qing's opinion on this?"

The ministers peeped at each other, and they lost their minds for a while.

If there is still a war in the Huns, Meng Dan's attitude may be unclear. If the two countries join forces, the winner or loser is uncertain.

What's more, Quzhou has become a variable now.

Since the first emperor succeeded to the throne, Da Chu has never encountered such a situation of internal and external troubles.

"Your Majesty, I think that the current situation is severe, so it is better to send envoys to negotiate peace with the Huns."

"I think it is feasible to negotiate a peace. Besides, the Huns just want to cede land, and it is worthwhile to exchange a fief for the peace of Da Chu."

"I think it's impossible. Talking about peace now can only fuel their arrogance. I am a great country, and I think it is still possible to fight."

"You can't lose your ambition if you lose your life, and I think it's still possible to fight."

The ministers quickly divided into the main war faction and the main peace faction.

The two parties held their own reasons and quarreled with each other.

Lin Jinian listened silently to the two parties arguing for a while.She suddenly asked, "Ai Qing thinks that if peace is negotiated, it is appropriate to give up the land to the Huns."

Hearing the words, the Zhuhe faction showed complacency to the main war faction, and one of them turned up his sleeves and said: "The Yunzhou and Youzhou in the hinterland are close to Yanmen, and the allocation of this area to the Xiongnu is in line with their wishes, and the people don't have to accept it." The suffering of wars kills two birds with one stone."

Lin Jinian looked at him with dark eyes, the minister was so stared at that he almost couldn't stand up, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

"In that case," Lin Jinian said, "then I will send you there."

The sky was gloomy.

After going down, Lin Jinian stood by the window, looking at the bald branches, frowning.

Pei Huaijin stopped beside him silently, followed his gaze and looked out the window.

"The war is about to start," Lin Ji Nian said, "I'm afraid this day will change."

Pei Huaijin said, "Why did you agree to negotiate a peace?"

He felt that with Ziyuan's personality, he would not easily compromise on this.

"Xing, the people are suffering. Death, the people are suffering【1】." Lin Jinian stretched out his hand and plucked the dead leaf from the branch. "More importantly, there is no one in the imperial court to send."

Generals are either not too young, or they are old and overwhelmed by heavy responsibilities.

Pei Huaijin stared at his fingertips, and said sadly, "I'm sorry."

Lin Jinian looked back suddenly, feeling sore in his heart, "It's not your fault."

"If it wasn't for my leg..." Pei Huaijin lowered his eyes, looking at the leg covered under the robe, "If it wasn't for my leg injury, they wouldn't dare to be so arrogant."

That's a good point.

However, none of this was Pei Huaijin's fault.

Lin Jinian hung his head around Pei Huaijin, grabbed him in his hands, and pursed his thin lips and said, "Don't worry, leave everything to me, I can handle it. Don't put all the burden on yourself."

Pei Huaijin held her fingers tightly together.

He hated himself for being like this, he couldn't do anything for him, he was living like a waste.

Under his self-reproachful and hateful eyes, Lin Jinian pushed his fingers away one by one: "Release."

"Report to the emperor," the minister who was going to negotiate a peace stood in the hall, hesitating to speak.

Lin Jinian looked at him: "Say."

The minister said: "The Xiongnu agreed to the peace negotiation, but..." He didn't dare to look up at Lin Jinian's expression, he just looked down at his own toes and said: "But he said that Youzhou and Yunzhou are not enough, they want sixteen prefectures in the hinterland. "

"The lion opened his mouth!"

"What do they think they are? Such a big tone,"

Before the emperor spoke, all the ministers were already angry.

"Sixteen prefectures in the hinterland," Lin Jinian said with lowered eyebrows, raised his head after a while, and said firmly, "It's absolutely impossible."

If the sixteen prefectures in the hinterland were surrendered to the Xiongnu, they would have no barriers in Yanmen and could directly attack the imperial capital.

The Quzhou rebels pressed on, many victims flowed into the imperial capital, causing local riots, and more and more bandits joined the rebels, and their ranks became bigger and bigger.

The Xiongnu, who were rejected by Dachu, turned around and formed an alliance with the Mengdan tribe.

They lingered around Yanmen, staring at the Central Plains, like beasts waiting for an opportunity, staring at their prey.

The atmosphere in the hall became more and more tense.

The ministers went to court more and more frightened, lest they bear the wrath of the little emperor.

Finally one day, the little emperor turned his anger on the general.

Lin Jinian sat on the dragon chair, looked down at the person in the wheelchair, and said in a calm tone, "Pei Aiqing, now that you have retired, it's time to rest. I will give you an order to grant you I will cultivate in my hometown."

The hall was silent for a moment, and a needle could be heard falling.

Pei Huaijin frowned and remained silent for a long time. The little emperor looked at him coldly, and the two looked at each other silently.

Xiao Fuzi coughed lightly, and reminded: "General Pei, don't accept the order to thank you yet."

The ministers bowed their heads and exchanged words silently.

"What's wrong with the two of you? Did you break up?"

"Is it because of the soldier talisman?"

"Maybe it's to vent your anger. After all, General Pei is in a situation where he is no longer needed."

Finally, when the minister thought that Pei Huaijin was about to resist the order, he lowered his eyes halfway and said in a low voice, "I...accept the order."

On the day Pei Huaijin left, it snowed heavily in the imperial city. He was wearing a black cloak and holding a green bamboo umbrella in his hand.

Lin Jinian stood at the gate of the palace, looking at him through the snow, he felt that the man was like a pine in the snow.

"You are going to Yanmen." Pei Huaijin did not ask him, but stated.

Lin Jinian knew he couldn't hide it from him, "There is no one in the court, so I have to go in person to boost morale and inspire people. If not, Da Chu has no chance of winning this time."

Pei Huaijin turned her head halfway, looked at Baimei at the corner of the red wall and said, "Why do you have to let me go, at least I... can guard the imperial city for you."

Lin Jinian removed the umbrella, his hair was covered with falling snow, his eyes were dark and he said, "I'm worried."

He stretched out his hand to squeeze a piece of snow, watched the snow fleetingly in his hand, and pondered for a moment: "Although the Queen Mother is currently under house arrest in the Palace of Compassion and Peace, once I leave, she may look for another chance and make a comeback." Suddenly, looking at Pei Huaijin, "You are my only weakness, I can't take this risk."

Pei Huaijin's heart suddenly felt sour, his mouth moved, but he still didn't say anything else, just said: "Okay."

A carriage stopped not far away. Seeing Pei Huaijin's delay in coming, the housekeeper shouted, "General, it's getting late. The road is snowy and slippery. It's better to leave early."

Pei Huaijin looked sadly at Lin Jinian, then turned and left.

Lin Jinian looked at his back and said, "If we can win this battle, I will come to pick you up when I return to the court victorious."

wait for me.

Pei Huaijin paused, and her voice was a bit hoarse through the wind and snow: "Yes."

The heavy snow soon covered the wheelchair marks.

The green bamboo umbrella was casually placed on the ground, Lin Jinian stood in the snow, his hair fluttering in the wind.

He took out a white jade flute from his waist and played a farewell song.

The carriage became a point on the road, and finally disappeared.

Xiao Fuzi took a white cloak and whispered behind him: "Your Majesty, you have already left."

Lin Jinian watched the carriage marks on the road being covered by heavy snow bit by bit, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and finally said softly: "Go back."

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