"Gu Junwen, what is your wish?"

"I wish the country is stable, the people are safe, and you are well."

"I'll wait for you to come back."

"Okay. But if."

"You are the one who trapped me. You are not allowed to abandon me without my permission."

"good."

The first foreign expedition after the new emperor ascended the throne was unprecedentedly grand.

After offering sacrifices to heaven and earth and swearing an oath, the million-strong army finally saluted in the direction of Kyoto. The young general on a white horse and silver armor led the way and headed north.

When I was young, I was dressed in fine clothes and rode a horse, but I couldn't stand the Jin bandits' southward migration.

I will go to Quan Tai to recruit my old subordinates, and with a hundred thousand flags I will kill Yama Luo.

Even if I die, I will not give up an inch of my land.

In the Shili Pavilion in the distant mountains outside the capital, two people stood there, watching the army go away.

"Nan Yi gave her the snow."

"Yes. Master, I really didn't expect that General Gu, who is so insignificant, would actually take orders and set out."

"She is a family member, and they are all the same, stubborn. Let's go, the world is just beginning to settle down, and everything is new. I want to go back to southern Fujian to take a look."

"Yes. Master, let's go. The wind is picking up."

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Two years later

The sky had just cleared up and the gates of Kyoto were about to open. Citizens waiting to leave the city were waiting quietly on both sides.

Under the guidance of the regent, the new emperor eliminated bad policies and opened up channels for people to express their opinions. Although the war was still raging in the north, the entire Qisheng Dynasty was thriving, with good governance and people's harmony, and everything was waiting to be rebuilt.

The city of Kyoto was filled with peace and harmony. Apart from receiving occasional reports of victory from the north, the people of Kyoto seemed to have forgotten about the war.

In everyone's mind, victory is just a matter of time.

The city gate suddenly opened, and in the astonished eyes of everyone, a man and a horse galloped into the city.

The man wore a red ribbon on his head, rode a thousand-mile horse, held a scroll high in the air, and ran straight towards the imperial city without slowing down, shouting as he galloped:

"Great victory! Great victory! Great victory in the North! We won!"

Like oil in boiling water, the crowd immediately exploded, calling friends and running around to tell each other.

For more than six hundred days and nights, there are the turbid tears of the white-haired old man, the expectations of the girls in the boudoirs in the south of the Yangtze River, and the cries of the children.

Finally coming back.

Qisheng's army won the victory and will be moving back to the capital soon. Millions of lions are already on their way south.

For the first time, His Royal Highness the Regent, who always had a clear positioning, got ahead of the emperor and tightly grasped the victory news, while the new emperor just watched with a smile and pushed the ministers forward to impeach.

In the court, the Minister of Personnel, who knew the inside story, lowered his head and laughed secretly regardless of the rules.

"Silence." The new emperor slapped the dragon table and exempted the regent from the apology ceremony. "Where is the Minister of Rites?"

"I am here."

"Sir, I promised General Gu that you should make arrangements as soon as possible."

"I obey the order."