Empress Chongxilong who became a sick and weak emperor

monarch, minister, minister

Song Yan brought a group of people, those with ropes and wooden sticks, and even swords and fishes back with a full load, all the way back to the barracks in a ostentatious way, and then sent the fish to the big kitchen under the envious eyes of other people in the barracks.

After all the limelight, such a group of people obediently served bowls and prepared to drink fish soup.

And Song Yan asked the big kitchen to make the fish he brought back into a whole fish feast and send it to the imperial tent, which would be richer with the usual dinner.

In the evening, Song Yan accompanied Xu Huaiqing for dinner, and personally helped pick the thorns. Seeing Xu Huaiqing's good appetite, she felt relieved.

"Or else I'll catch some fish tomorrow so that you can eat it well." Song Yan kissed Xu Huaiqing and asked.

Xu Huaiqing obediently let him finish the kiss: "I've had a good appetite these two days, it's all thanks to the fish."

The two of them were fine, Song Yan took another sip of Xu Huaiqing: "Keep up!"

Xu Huaiqing turned his head and snorted softly, showing sleepiness: "Tired."

Song Yan's eyes lit up: "Then sleep, I will wait for you to take a bath."

Xu Huaiqing leaned on Song Yan's shoulder and let the two of them go to take a bath behind the screen together. Xu Huaiqing was shy and didn't want to talk, and Song Yan didn't force others to do it. One step at a time, even boiling a frog in warm water has to be done slowly.

Song Yan hummed an unknown song happily, coaxing the already sleepy Xu Huaiqing to sleep, her head tilted, and she completely fell on Song Yan.

Song Yan was stunned. She didn't feel relieved until she realized that His Majesty had fallen asleep. Then she couldn't laugh or cry, and then quickly cleaned Xu Huai before wrapping it up and putting it on the bed.

There have been a lot of things going on recently, Xu Huaiqing was not sleeping soundly, Song Yan looked at his slightly frowning brows, and couldn't help humming the tune just now, it was the melody he had heard from the distant sea when he was young, the melody at that time He likes it very much, and picking it up now is just looking for familiarity from memory.

Sure enough, Xu Huaiqing fell asleep more and more deeply, and even showed a soothing sleeping expression at the end.

Song Yan leaned over and touched the beauty's lips, and only then was she content to hug him to sleep.

He knew that His Majesty was greedy for the heat of his body, but he was also greedy for the cold and delicate touch of His Majesty's body. With such a cool jade in his arms, happiness could be born from the bottom of his heart.

In the past two days, apart from training soldiers, Song Yan was training soldiers. She was so busy that her feet never touched the ground, but the effect was surprisingly good. After all, this group of elite soldiers can cooperate tacitly, and they can be watched when they are pulled out. They just wait for people to take a good look at them on the battlefield. voila.

On the day of the battle, Song Yan, dressed in silver armor and holding a broadsword, bid farewell to Xu Huaiqing in front of the barracks, and then mounted a horse and led two thousand cavalry to Chengyuan.

Xu Huaiqing watched the people walk away, and then ordered Qi Wu who was beside him. The general stationed in the border town was also his confidant: "Lead 5000 people to support secretly. Once you find something wrong, immediately support and bring everyone back."

Qi Wu took the order: "Yes."

Xu Huaiqing just stared straight at it until Song Yan's army disappeared and then returned to the imperial tent. He had to deal with the next thing. If the rebels captured by Qi Miao were used well, it would also be a help.

When Song Yan arrived at Chengyuan, the Huns' army had almost arrived, but it was different from what was expected. There were quite a few Huns in the crowd, and there were infantry behind the cavalry.

The leader Song Yan knew was Dargen, and the Xiongnu even dispatched their generals.

Wei was beside him, and said solemnly: "About 1 Huns have come, and it may be a fierce battle."

Song Yan's battle post said it was a discussion, and the information he got was that the Huns didn't take it seriously. It is expected that a new young general will be sent to kill Song Yan's spirit, and there will not be too many soldiers.

So Song Yan really brought 2000 people.

"Don't panic." Song Yan said in a low voice, in a tone that he and Wei Zheng could hear.

But this is Song Yan's arrogance, because he can protect 2000 people well, no matter how many people there are, it is inevitable that they will be missed.

Song Yan looked forward. To be precise, it was Dargen. He took a good look at Dargen's head.

Song Yan raised her voice and said, "Dargen? Would you like to compete with me alone."

Dargen squinted his eyes and smiled: "Your emperor can't do it, but he only asked you to bring two thousand soldiers to call the battle. I heard that the emperor of the Han people used to show one thing and hide another thing. They don't treat you as a brother. People's hearts are divided." Belly, who knows what other people think."

Dargen's Chinese is not good, so he stumbled and said what he meant.

To sow discord, Wei Zheng glanced at Song Yan worriedly, but only heard Song Yan scold in a low voice: "There's so much nonsense."

"Arrows come."

Wei Zheng reacted and quickly handed the bow and quiver to Song Yan's hand.

Song Yan drew the bow to the full, set up the carved feather arrow, aimed at Dargen, then let go, the carved feather arrow pierced through the air, and the arrow pierced Dargen's body.

Dargen paled in shock, he quickly raised his scimitar and knocked down the arrow, his expression no longer as relaxed as before.

Song Yan raised her eyebrows, she was satisfied when she saw that he was no longer talkative, could someone else's gossip be chewed?

Dargen's subordinates stood up at this time: "I will fight with you."

Song Yan did not back down: "I want Dargen."

The man wanted to say more, but Dargen stopped him, said something in a low voice, and then raised his voice: "Okay, let me, Dargen, see how powerful you are."

Seeing Dargen's challenge, Song Yan rode his horse to the middle. If he didn't shoot the other party for cheating, he was afraid that the other party would not cheat.

Dargen was also angry, and after appeasing his subordinates, he immediately drove his horse to the middle round.

Song Yan was a little impatient, and took the lead to slap Dargen with a big knife. Dargen narrowed down and hid, as if realizing something, and then went to get his weapon.

Song Yan was surprised and hid. Sure enough, there are still two skills to be a general.

When Dargen attacked with the scimitar, Song Yan immediately became serious and hit the scimitar with gravity. Then, under Dargen's unbelievable gaze, the scimitar was broken into several pieces and shattered on the ground.

Song Yan took advantage of the victory to pursue, and slapped Dargen's head with a heavy force, causing him to spin, turned over and fell off his horse. He tried to get up several times but failed, and finally stared at Wu Wu under Song Yan's blade. cloud sky.

He didn't understand, since he was already a great general, why he couldn't even pass a few tricks for this yellow-mouthed kid.

Song Yan took advantage of the Xiongnu's lack of reaction, and immediately issued orders: "Soldiers, rewards are based on the head, the more Huns killed, the greater the credit!"

He looked at the Xiongnu, and the soldiers belonging to him behind him subconsciously rushed forward following Song Yan's command before realizing what was going on.

"Rush rush!"

The [-] soldiers brought by Song Yan felt as if they had entered the land of no one. Even if they faced the Xiongnu with five times more troops than them, they were not afraid. In terms of rewards for meritorious deeds, the head of the Huns was enough for them to be excited up.

At this time, Song Yan also took out the bow and arrow hanging on the horse, and shot towards the ice surface without hesitation, but there was no sound, and there were not obvious bloodstains on the ice surface.

At this time, the Huns were also in a mess. The people who had just stood under Dargen reacted slowly and shouted: "Accord to the plan, act according to the plan!"

His words stabilized the Xiongnu's loose lineup like a pinning needle, and they relied on crowds to deal with Song Yan's soldiers.

Song Yan frowned, turned around, and shot another arrow, which pierced the neck of the person who had just shouted, and he was completely dead.

Annoyed, if he turned into a dragon, he would have been wiped out long ago, why is it so chaotic.

However, Song Yan's original intention was also to help Xu Huaiqing train his soldiers. Even if they handed over the northern border to this group of soldiers today without going to the battlefield, they would lose it tomorrow, either by the Huns or by other races.

Only when they themselves are strong can they be really strong.

Although the process is a bit troublesome, it is still very happy to take His Majesty to go north and south, because of the scenery here.

If there is no battle today, he really wants to take His Majesty to take a look, to see the sky and the land.

Song Yan was distracted, on the fierce battlefield.

Seeing this scene, Qi Wu, who came with 5000 people to support him, gasped. Did Dargen die so easily?Was shot twice to death by Song Yan, who was unparalleled in the barracks?

Although he has also seen Song Yan compete with others on the martial arts stage, at least he can hold on for a while, so it seems that Song Yan is deliberately giving way.

Qi Wu suppressed the eagerness of his subordinates to rush to get credit. After all, ten thousand Xiongnu could still drink a share of their soup, but he still kept his own responsibility in mind and secretly supported him.

Exposing the hole cards at this time is really harmful to General Song.

Soon, Qi Wu discovered that even though Song Yan was just standing there leisurely riding a horse, he was in control of the overall situation.

Once any leading Huns stand up, he will shoot them with one arrow, so the current Huns are still a mob.

Seeing that none of her men fell, while the Huns were getting fewer and fewer, Song Yan nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that the two-day training is still effective, at least it can avoid the vital points, and also know the weak points, and rely on cleverness to win.

Gradually, the one-sided battle finally came to an end. Song Yan's men won the victory with an absolute advantage.

Song Yan also felt that there was still a group of troops around, but he didn't care if it was not an enemy but a friend, and he only called his own people to bring the prisoners back to the barracks.

Although the road back to the barracks was long, nothing happened. The people who were serious when they came here are now crazy with joy.

Song Yan went back to the barracks, took off his helmet, hugged it by his waist, and went into Xu Huaiqing's tent. His hair was not messy at all, and it was the same as it was when he went there.

Entering the imperial tent, unexpectedly, there are many people inside, all of them are generals in the barracks.

"Why did General Song come back so early?" Someone asked in surprise.

The corners of Song Yan's lips curled up slightly: "Hurry up and go back, you can't come back after the matter is over." Then she clasped her fists and said to Xu Huaiqing: "I am lucky that I did not disgrace my life. I have killed the Huns Dargen and captured 4000 Huns. Killed about 6000 people."

He brought 2000 people with him but 6000 came back. On average, almost one person had to watch over two captives.

But that's not how the accounts were calculated. Four thousand Xiongnu were confiscated with weapons, so some people were assigned to take care of them.

Xu Huaiqing's eyes lit up, he stood up, said hello three times, then looked at Song Yan as if he didn't know what to say, and smiled slowly.

As for Song Yan, since he entered the tent, he could no longer see other people with his eyes. His Majesty hit him right at the tip of his heart.

Never tire of watching.

The generals put their hands together and smiled kindly, but they thought sourly in their hearts, you are the king, he is the minister, and we are a group of old men.

The sky in the tent is so bright, they are really jealous, and they really want such a relationship between monarch and minister!