Dream Hua Embers Records

Eight hundred miles of urgent military newspapers, all the way to the north.

A few days later, Fu galloped south again.

After Yan Qihao received the imperial edict, he mobilized [-] cavalry and immediately set out to drive directly to Daliang.

Along the way, he crossed states and counties without stopping, and did not encounter any obstacles.Because Zhao Suzong insisted on seeking peace, Jiedu received orders from all over the country, and they all stayed in the city and did not leave.

Three thousand cavalry, people like tigers, horses like dragons, blowing like a gust of wind.

Among the group of sturdy men made of iron and bronze, there was a cute child dressed in white.He was sitting in front of Yan Qihao's saddle, snuggled into Yan Qihao's arms, wearing a snow-blue rabbit fur light fur, although the white fox fur hat tightly covered his head, his little face was still red with cold.

"Is it cold? If it's cold, sit behind the father."

"It's not cold! I want to watch the road ahead." It was freezing cold, the fast horse galloped, the strong wind cut the face, and the child was almost blinded by the wind. It blows intermittently.

Yan Qihao smiled, this child was weak and afraid of the cold since he was a child, he had been sitting in the car all the way southward before, now he was marching in a hurry, he was worried about leaving him alone in the rear army, so he brought him out.At first, I was worried that he would not be able to bear hardships, but now it seems that I was worrying too much.

"Where are we going?"

"Go to Daliang, the capital of Zhao State."

"Daliang? My mother said that my grandmother is from Daliang, the princess of Zhao State."

"Yes. She went to Shiwei with her husband and gave birth to your mother, and your mother went to Yuanguo with her husband and gave birth to you."

"A marriage? What is a marriage? Why do you want to make a marriage?"

"Marriage is..." Yan Qihao pondered for a moment, carefully choosing his words, "It means two countries express friendship, and then marry the princess or princess into the royal family of another country."

"Oh..." The child frowned, seeming to be thinking seriously, "Then Zhao Guo is not friendly to us? Why did we beat them?"

Yan Qihao shook his head, his face full of perplexity, this... is too complicated, how can I explain it clearly to a seven-year-old child?He frowned and thought for a long time before he said: "Back then, Zhao State was attacked by Xixia, and a large area of ​​land in the north was taken by Xixia. Zhao State could not defeat Xixia, so he came to ask us for help. We agreed in advance that the two families Alliance, whoever snatches the land from the Xixia people will own it. Therefore, we have occupied Yanjing City and more than a dozen surrounding counties. However, the Zhao people are treacherous and always want to take back these lands, so we can only Hit them." These are all true, but many historical facts are ignored.It just connects a few small dots in history into a line.

"If Zhao Guo sent the princess or princess to our country to marry, there would be no need to fight, would it?"

"Haha!" Yan Qihao laughed, "Now we can't take them so cheaply. We have surrounded their capital. If they want peace talks, they have to pay more." Yan Qihao said, recalling the content of the imperial decree. First, let Zhao Guo bow his head to the source country and pay the old coins; second, take all the clans of the Zhao country back to the source country, and establish another emperor; third, evacuate Daliang City, except for the houses, everything , all brought back to the source country as war spoils.The emperor's idea was really unexpected.

"Are we here for peace talks?"

"Yes."

"Yeah!" The kid nodded vigorously, "It's good to talk about peace, don't go to war."

"why?"

"I don't like fighting."

Yan Qihao frowned. He had been a soldier for half his life, and he used soldiers like a god. His beloved son didn't like fighting?

"Why don't you like fighting?" Yan Qihao's tone unknowingly became severe.

The child didn't realize it, and just murmured, "If you don't fight well, you will die... If you die, you will never see him again, just like your mother and elder brother, you will never see you again..." Speaking of In the end, there was some sobs in his voice.

Yan Qihao's heart softened, he let go of the rein with his left hand, and embraced the child forcefully, "Yin'er..." He wanted to say something comforting, but he didn't know what to say, so he froze for a moment.

This child is Yan Qihao's third son, Yan Yin.

Like a tacit understanding, Yan Yin nodded and said, "It's okay... I still have Daddy..."

Yan Qihao put all his strength into his arms and hugged the child in his arms tightly.

"Can I not go to the palace? I want to be with my father." Yan Yin asked cautiously and tentatively.

Yan Qihao heaved a sigh of relief, what can I do.At the same time, he and the emperor fell in love with his mother, Yingge, the princess of Shiwei Kingdom, and he won the beauty.Now that Yingge is gone, the emperor is going to rob him of his son.He said that his concubine died early, and now his side concubine Yingge died of a miscarriage. There are no other wives and concubines in the mansion, and he leads the army all year round, so he must not be able to take care of the youngest son, so he wants this child to enter the palace and raise it with the prince.Such a reason, such a grace, is really hard to refuse.Therefore, I made an exception and brought this child to the army, thinking that it would be good to spend more time together.

"The emperor likes you, and that's why he let you into the palace. An ordinary prince doesn't have such kindness." Yan Qihao's voice was difficult, and he felt that such a reason was really far-fetched.

"The emperor has never seen me, why does he like me?" Yan Yin was puzzled.

This question is too difficult to answer. It cannot be said that although the emperor has not seen you, he has seen your mother...

"Maybe... it's fate." Yan Qihao smiled wryly.

Unexpectedly, Yan Yin seemed to accept such a reason, slightly disappointed, and let out a soft "oh".

"After dealing with Daliang's matter, father will personally send you into the palace. Maybe... the emperor will change his mind..." That's what Yan Qihao said, but Yan Qihao knew very well in his heart that he, the third brother, always kept his word. Jian, he doesn't listen to anyone's words, if it weren't for such a headstrong temperament, he wouldn't be able to sit on the throne that was fought by a dozen brothers back then.

"Really?!" Yan Yin was surprised and delighted, and sighed in a low voice, "That's great..." After finishing speaking, she leaned closer to Yan Qihao again, rubbing her small head against Yan Qihao's chest twice .

Yan Qihao smiled, lowered his head, and gently kissed Yan Yin's forehead.

"Is Daliang fun?" Yan Yin asked.

Yan Qihao wanted to say that this was going to fight, not to play, but he didn't want to spoil the kid's interest, so he said, "It's fun, it's the largest and most prosperous city in the world, with delicious food and fun, everything you need."

"Then Daddy wants to take me to play."

"Okay..." Yan Qihao perfunctory.

"Mother has a small sunflower plate that is blue after the rain, and it was brought from Daliang by my grandmother." Yan Yin said suddenly.

Yan Qihao naturally remembered that it was one of Yingge's dowry, the porcelain from Ru Kiln, a secret collection in the Zhao Palace.

"Later, when my mother died, the plate disappeared. I searched for a long time but couldn't find it." Yan Yin turned her head in confusion, with a questioning expression on her face.

Yan Qihao smiled sadly: "Of course you can't find it, because that plate is your mother's favorite thing, I let it go underground with your mother..."

"I also want to be with my mother, always in the underground."

"Nonsense!" Yan Qihao yelled angrily, and hit the child hard on the side of the buttocks and legs casually.

Tears welled up in an instant, Yan Yin looked aggrieved, and turned to look at her father in bewilderment.

This face is too similar to Yingge's. This child is too handsome, too handsome to be a boy.With this appearance, will he be able to fight in battle in the future?

"Don't cry!" Yan Qihao shouted in a deep voice.Looking like this, crying at every turn, how can there be any manliness.

Yan Yin trembled in shock, stopped crying, but responded stubbornly: "I'm not talking nonsense..."

Yan Qihao knew that the child didn't understand the meaning of "always accompanied underground", so he patiently explained: "The plate was buried with your mother, objects buried underground are called buried together, and people buried underground are called sacrificial burials, but if they are buried in a sacrificial burial, people And die together."

Yan Yin asked in a daze: "If that person dies, can he meet his dead relatives underground?" He had already figured out the link in the middle, and his father was afraid that he would mention his own death, so he stopped mentioning it during the question. to myself.

"It shouldn't be possible. When a person dies, he will become a lonely ghost, and he will be reincarnated again, but there is no way to meet his dead relatives."

"Oh! Then I want to stay with Daddy, so I can't go easily..." Yan Yin stopped after saying this.Although there were still tears in his eyes, he raised his head and smiled at Yan Qihao, and stuck out his tongue lightly.

Yan Qihao's heart softened, and he gently rubbed the place where Yan Yin was beaten.

As if taking revenge, Yan Yin raised her head vigorously, and lightly bumped her head against Yan Qihao's chest.

Yan Qihao was in pain, he felt angry, he raised his hand and wanted to hit again, but he stopped when he saw the corner of Yan Yin's mouth turned up.

"When I get to Daliang, I want to buy me a piece of porcelain that has passed the rain." Yan Yin rubbed her head against Yan Qihao's chest again, and said coquettishly.

"You don't need to buy it, you can take whatever you want, you can take as much as you want!" Yan Qihao suddenly became angry.

"why?"

"Because we won!"

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