"It's my history.

Miss Jun said, a smile on her face.

Lu Yunqi paused as he handed the spoon to her mouth.

"That girl was very powerful," he said. "At that time, all the troops in Suning Pass obeyed her orders."

"She has a pure heart and no distractions. If she is asked to kill an enemy, she will remember this." Miss Jun said, "She is not afraid of life or death."

Lu Yunqi pinched her cheek and fed her a spoonful of soup.

"Okay, I'll eat it myself." Miss Jun turned her head slightly to shake off his hand and said.

Lu Yunqi withdrew his hand and fed her with a spoon.

"Your Majesty is very happy," he said.

Miss Jun laughed out loud.

"Happy?" she said, with a look of sarcasm on her face. "He still has the nerve to be happy!"

Lu Yunqi smiled and neither refuted nor denied it.

"This is all because of him." Miss Jun continued, clenching the hands tied in front of her body tightly, "Because he was ignorant, he drove away loyal ministers and generals and appointed treacherous and useless people. Why did the Jin people suddenly attack at this time? Because the Jin people also knew that there would be opportunities in the north without Duke Cheng."

Lu Yunqi stirred the soup seriously and scooped up a spoonful.

"You didn't say that before," he said.

At that time, when he told her about things outside, she never commented on anything. She just treated it as a joke and left it alone. She told him about things at home, what books she had read that day, how many words she had written, and whether her new flowers had bloomed.

Has it changed now?

"No, I have never changed." Miss Jun looked at him and shook her head with a bit of arrogance, "It's just that the me you know is not the real me."

The nine-year-old princess who married him was a poor princess.

It is obeying orders, it is helplessness, it is submission, it is numbness, just like a bird with clipped wings, a flower dug up from the ground.

He didn't know the real her because she didn't let him know her, because he was not worthy of her.

Lu Yunqi looked at her expression and smiled.

"It's getting cold," he said, putting the spoon to her lips.

Miss Jun bit it.

"I wonder if the emperor can still eat." She said gritting her teeth.

Lu Yunqi looked at her.

"The Earl of Qinghe found out that the officers and soldiers at Junzi Pass were instructed by someone else to open the city gate," he said.

Miss Jun was stunned.

others?

The people who can command the officers and soldiers of the Junziguan Pass are naturally people they trust.

Everyone can guess what Qinghebo means.

He was clearly pointing out that Duke Cheng was a traitor, but the officers and soldiers at Junzi Pass were all dead, so there was no evidence to prove his mistake.

Those officers and soldiers died in battle and donated their weapons, yet they are still given such a stigma.

Miss Jun bit the spoon with her teeth, making a crunching sound.

"Coward," she said.

…

The emperor drank the bowl of soup in front of him in one gulp, put it down, his face was slightly sweaty, and he looked radiant.

"Thank the Queen Mother for me," he said to the eunuch, "I will go see her when I am done."

The eunuchs bowed repeatedly.

"Your Majesty is relieved now that he can eat," they said excitedly. "Your Majesty said that Your Majesty must take good care of his health. Nothing can be solved by rushing."

The emperor nodded and looked into the hall.

"You must also remember the instructions at the end," he said.

There were more than a dozen officials sitting in the hall, all of whom were eating at the time. Upon hearing this, they all leaned forward and said yes.

"Everyone has been working hard these days," the emperor said. "We have not been able to sleep or eat well."

"Your Majesty, you have worked hard." Ning Yunzhao said.

Everyone was used to it, and no one looked at him anymore after hearing this.

"Your Majesty, you have worked hard," they followed.

"However, the current situation still does not allow us to relax." The emperor added, putting down the handkerchief he used to wipe his mouth.

The eunuchs immediately removed the table and everyone left, and the meeting resumed in the hall.

"The main reason is that the Jin people came too suddenly and everyone was caught off guard, not that they were impossible to stop them," said an official.

This is really ridiculous, just like when the Jin people attacked you in the past, they would specially say hello to you.

Many officials moved their lips, but when they thought of how some officials had been thrown into jail by the emperor a few days ago for causing trouble and accusing the emperor of not negotiating peace and changing generals so easily, they all swallowed their words.

Hearing the word "suddenly", the emperor's face suddenly darkened.

"I never dreamed that Duke Cheng would do such a thing," he said.

"Your Majesty, he had already intended to rebel, so it's not surprising that he did such a thing." Huang Cheng said, "Someone said at the beginning that although he clearly said he wanted to negotiate peace and withdraw his troops, Duke Cheng went to Yizhou, the capital of the Jin people. Who knows if he had already negotiated with the Jin people at that time?"

The emperor slammed the memorial on the table.

"How could he do this? How have I ever let him down?" he said, and his expression became sad again. "Even if I have let him down and he is not happy with me, please consider the kindness shown to him by the late Emperor and the Crown Prince. How could he do such a thing?"

He said and stood up.

"Go ask him what he wants me to do. As long as it can bring peace to the Great Zhou, I will admit my mistake."

"Your Majesty, don't say such things." Huang Cheng said, taking a step forward. "For such villains, kindness is useless. It will only make them more aggressive."

"Yes, to deal with such thieves, we must repel them harshly." Other officials also said.

After some persuasion and advice, the emperor regained his composure and sighed.

"I really can't bear to see the lives of the people in the north being turned into ashes," he said.

"Please rest assured, Your Majesty." Huang Cheng said, "Qinghe Bo has already headed north to repel the gold bandits who invaded Hejian."

As he spoke, he motioned to the officials of the Ministry of War, who stepped forward and pointed to the map of imperial court spread out on the side for the emperor to see.

"…Just yesterday, we received news that the gold thieves in Baozhou have retreated to Xukou, and the gold thieves in Bazhou are also retreating to Changfeng."

"…The three armies have assembled and will drive the gold thieves back in one fell swoop…"

…

At the end of the first lunar month, although it was already the beginning of spring, the north was still covered with ice and snow, and it was chilly.

Suddenly, the sound of drums rang out between heaven and earth. This was the drum for calling on the generals. All at once, the soldiers and horses moved together. Soon, tens of thousands of soldiers and horses gathered outside the city and formed a battle array. The land dotted with colorful flags and military uniforms was solemn and magnificent.

In the tent, Qinghe Bo was wearing a thick suit of armor with worn-out armor plates, and the cloak behind him was stained with blood.

"Then, all the generals, listen to my orders, divide our forces into four groups, and drive the gold thieves out of our territory." He said, his voice was not loud, but his eyes were stern and majestic.

There were more than a dozen generals standing under the tent, and they responded in unison when they heard the words.

But one general just moved his lips and looked worried.

"Master." He endured and endured, and finally stood up, "I think it is better not to pursue the enemy. The Jin people were defeated so badly that there would be no fraud."

The generals around him were not surprised when he said this. Even Qinghebo looked calm. It was obvious that this was not the first time he said this.

"General Yang," said Qinghebo, "you are very thoughtful. Scouts from all sides have been investigating and keeping a close eye on the Jin army for any unusual movements."

General Yang nodded, looking a little embarrassed.

"Master, I am not afraid of death." He said, "It's just that the Jin people's tactics should not be underestimated. They are strong and fast, and are best at sudden attacks."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Qinghebo's eyes turning cold when he looked at him. He couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart, because he had said the wrong thing.

Qinghebo always regarded himself as a elder of the North. He hated it most when these people treated him as a newcomer, especially when they said that he was unfamiliar with the Jin people.

President Yang lowered his head.

"You are the one who knows best," he added.

Of course he knew it, and he also wanted to let the world know that he, Zoujiang, deserved the credit for the north, and he, Zoujiang, should be the Duke of Qinghe.

Without looking at General Yang again, the Earl of Qinghe raised his hand and swung his long sword.

"The gold thieves are rampant, killing our people and destroying our homes. All the people of the Great Zhou should unite to kill the thieves and serve our country," he said.

The generals under his command raised their arms.

"Kill the thieves and serve the country."

As the shout spread, soldiers outside the city soon raised their arms and shouted.

"Kill the thieves to serve the country, kill the thieves to serve the country."

It swept across the land in an instant, with overwhelming momentum.

…

Because of the continuous good news, the capital city has regained its former liveliness after the first month of the lunar year, and it is even livelier than before. People seem to want to make up for the joy and excitement that was missing in the first month of the lunar year.

Even though there were official guards clearing the way, Huang Cheng still returned home much later than usual.

He trembled as he got off the carriage. Servants crowded up to the door, and one of them came over and handed him a letter.

"Master, the letter in the shop." He said with his head down.

Huang Cheng does own quite a few industrial shops, but none of them would write to him.

This shop is a nickname for Yuchihai.

Huang Cheng opened the letter as he walked into the house.

"I want to see what this dog slave has to say." He said with some hatred, but was stunned when his eyes fell on the letter, "Grandpa?"

Grandpa?

Who is he calling? All those who deserve to be called "Grandpa" by Huang Cheng are dead. The servants on both sides are somewhat puzzled.

Huang Cheng was also puzzled and looked at the two words on the letter.

There were only two large characters written in thick ink on the piece of letter paper.

grandpa.

Grandpa? What does that mean? Huang Cheng couldn't help but read it again. Suddenly he thought of something and his face turned red. He tore the letter into pieces in two or three seconds.

"How dare you tease me, you dog slave." He cursed, turned around and raised his hand, "Come here, kill all the dog slaves named Yu on the spot."

The servant who understood this sentence immediately responded and ran out with his people.

At this time in Bazhou, Yu Chihai, who was surrounded by a group of soldiers and standing on the city gate, suddenly raised his hand and counted.

"Ah," he said, "good grandson."

What?

Is he thinking about his grandson? The generals around him looked at him in confusion.

A smile appeared on Yu Chihai's face, which was red from the wind.

"From now on, I don't have to pretend to be a grandson anymore," he continued. "You guys should be the real grandsons."

He then raised his hand and waved.

"My men, the enemy has been lured deep into our territory. Let's gather our nets and hunt them down."

Following his words, the generals on both sides bowed their heads in response, watching the teams of soldiers going in all directions. Only then did Yu Chihai, who was standing on the city gate, turn around.

"It's time for me to go and see that prosperous place." He said, took the cloak handed to him by his followers, wrapped his head and face with it, and strode away.