Chapter 2311 [Shangxie] Ten Years
Xia Fuyi looked up and heard the soldiers say in the smoke of the war that the emperor had returned to Chiwei with part of the army, leaving two generals behind to accept Xiliang's request for peace and negotiate the division of the territory and future tribute.
"As expected of the young emperor who sealed the borders with a single sword, it is a blessing for Chiwei and the people to have such a man as our ruler!"
Xia Fuyi heard the idle chatter in the inn, which softened her usually serious face slightly and raised the corners of her mouth slightly.
The army's return journey took only three days, so I guess they just passed each other on the way.
Xia Fuyi did not feel any regrets. She rested in the border town inn for one night, and the next day she leisurely went to the capital of Xiliang.
Midsummer has just passed and the sun is still warm.
She was dressed in white and riding on a horse, traveling between the city and the mountains, as free and unrestrained as the wind between heaven and earth.
Gradually, the white clothes changed into blue clothes, and the blue clothes were replaced with light fur coats.
She walked from midsummer to late autumn, from late autumn to bitter winter, and from bitter winter to early spring.
As the seasons came and went, her clothes gradually became worn out, but she refused to change them until a hole appeared at the elbow.
During these seasons, she traveled through Xiliang, the desert, the Miao region teeming with Gu, and the Beiming region shrouded in miasma...
She has helped others when she saw injustice, and she has also stood aside and looked down on things that did not concern her.
She had slept in a tree house in Beiming where she could see the stars, and she had also slept in a leaky thatched house in the wilderness.
She has tasted the yellow sand in the desert that was so spicy that it burned her heart and lungs, and she has also tasted the soft, sweet, and long-lasting Penglai mist.
She is like a truly free wind, blowing across the desolate northern frontier with scorching sun and yellow sand, and also across the south of the Yangtze River with its apricot blossoms, small bridges and flowing water and drizzling rain.
Along with this gust of wind, the iron hooves of the Chiwei army also blew past.
This is probably the most wonderful coincidence in the world. Starting from Xiliang, the young emperor of Chiwei Kingdom led the reorganized army northward with great momentum.
And every time Xia Fuyi went to a place, it was always the farthest away from where the war broke out.
In a peaceful place, she listened to the storyteller talking about the battlefield thousands of miles away, the ambitions of the emperor of Chiwei Kingdom to the world, and the fiefdoms that had fought with him on the battlefield.
She would often listen to these monotonous stories over and over again, then drink the last sip of wine, give the silver, pick up the real territory sleeping in the white straps, and turn away.
A cup of wine in the spring breeze, a lamp for ten years in the night rain.
For ten years, she never saw Changsun Chi again.
The only time they passed each other was when the Chiwei army was returning triumphantly.
In order to avoid assassination, Chang Sun Chi hid in the army as a deputy general. He was seriously injured and could not be cured for the time being. It took him a long time to recover after returning to the palace.
It was several months later that Xia Fuyi learned all this. At this time, she had already arrived in Beiming - Beiming, which became the new territory of Chiwei.
At the same time, Changsun Chi, who had just recovered from his injuries, had once again led the expanded Chiwei army to fight, and the distant land was once again filled with smoke of gunpowder.
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"Your Majesty, why don't you rest for a while before we leave."
Lian Tang, who was already the deputy general of the Chiwei Army, looked worriedly at the emperor standing in front of the window. The wound he suffered on the battlefield last time had not yet healed. The imperial physicians had suggested that he should not go to the battlefield in the short term, but he refused to listen.
Just like he was looking out the window without saying a word.
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