Fan Boqing was puzzled when he received the imperial edict from the angel.
There's no one left in Beijing?
They actually transferred a general from their Zhennan Army who was fighting on the front line.
He always believed that considering Qiao Yunting's contributions to the army and the abilities he had demonstrated, it would be a wrong decision to send him back to serve as the General of the Jinwu Guard.
It's a waste of talent.
Which bastard is so dissatisfied with his Zhennan Army?
After settling the angel who came to deliver the message, Fan Boqing asked the Qiao brothers: "Didn't the old lady send you a message?"
Qiao Yunting was also puzzled and said, "We just received two truckloads of things from home the other day, and we just returned home. If they had known in advance, my second brother and mother would definitely have mentioned it in the letter."
Qiao Yunxin also said: "In my opinion, this is an accident, Third Brother. Perhaps His Majesty does not want any party in the court to be in charge of the salt mine, so it is better to arrange for our family. After all, this is donated by our mother. We can't let our family be completely excluded!"
Qiao Yunting was quite casual: "No matter what the reason is, the emperor has such will, we have to obey, it's just a change of place to serve the court. This time I am still serving at my own doorstep. It's also a good thing."
Fan Boqing was very regretful and said, "The battle is about to end, and the army will soon return victorious. If you leave at this critical moment, it will be difficult for you to be rewarded for your merits. No matter what others think, I will write it in the report."
Qiao Yunting knew that this was the best protection that Fan Boqing could give him within his ability. After all, the Zhennan Army had hundreds of thousands of troops, and there were not only people from Weizhou Prefecture.
In his heart, he was still grateful for Fan Boqing's support.
"Thank you General Fan for your kindness!"
Qiao Yunxin didn't say anything else. He accompanied Qiao Yunting to hand over the work at hand, packed up simply and sent him out of the military camp.
On this trip back, in addition to the group of people who delivered the imperial edict and Qiao Yunqing, there were more than a hundred guards trained by Zhang Yun, who are now escorting Qiao Yunting back to Beijing as personal soldiers.
After five or six days of rapid riding, we finally arrived at the capital.
Emperor Wu sent people to wait at the city gate early, and as soon as the people entered the city, they were summoned into the palace.
Although it was a day off today, the King of Qi was called into the inner court by Emperor Wu early in the morning to have dinner with him.
At this moment, he was completely confused and kept thinking in his mind that apart from the incident with Concubine Wen, it seemed that no one in his mansion had done anything to displease his royal brother during this period.
"You seem absent-minded even when you are eating. Is there something you need to do in the mansion?"
The King of Qi cupped his hands and said, "No, I was just wondering what instructions my Royal Highness would like to send to me."
Emperor Wu was in a very good mood today. He put down his chopsticks, waved his hand and asked people to take the food, and then said slowly, "I'll let you see someone later!"
"Brother Royal is so cautious, who is this person?"
Emperor Wu smiled and said, "Qiao Yunting!"
"Isn't that the newly appointed General of the Jinwu Guard? Why would I know him?"
Could it be that my brother still suspected that he had some kind of relationship with the Jinwu Guards? Who on earth had such ill intentions to spread such rumors?
It was not until a hoarse voice sounded in the hall that the King of Qi came to his senses.
When the King of Qi saw the person coming, he felt like he was struck by lightning!
Looks like it. Very similar!
"Your Majesty, who... who is he?"
The King of Qi no longer cared about his impoliteness in front of the palace and asked in a lost voice.
Why does he look so much like the person in his memory? Even his eyebrows and eyes show the shadow of himself and His Majesty.
Isn't Qiao Yunting Qiao Xin's third son? How could he look so much like her sister? She never remembered that there was such a person around her sister.
If it wasn't the imperial sister, could it be His Majesty? Could Qiao Xin be the woman His Majesty kept outside? Is this child His Majesty's illegitimate child?
The King of Qi was confused and didn't know where to start.
Emperor Wu looked at the young man in front of him. He had a figure as straight as a pine tree, a vigorous aura like the scorching sun, a pair of eyes as bright as cold stars under his sword-like brows, and he was dressed in fine clothes, riding a horse, and was full of vigor and vitality.
Emperor Wu was sincerely happy when he saw this, thinking that this child had been well educated by Qiao Xin.
He got down from his chair, walked up and patted Qiao Yunting on the shoulder.
"I transferred you back from the prosperous Zhennan Army. Do you have any complaints?"
"Your Majesty, I dare not. The thunder and rain are all your grace. Yun Ting has no complaints!"
"Okay, I'll give you a few days off. Go back and see your family. You'll start your new post in three days!"
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
.......
The King of Qi looked dazed, and at this moment he could not help but look at Emperor Wu, hoping to get an answer.
Emperor Wu said without even looking up, "It's the child that my sister lost! He was adopted by the Qiao family by mistake."
"Then why didn't he send it back?"
Emperor Wu said, "The Qiao family adopted him, but they don't know whose child he is. In such a chaotic time, a woman with three children has to deal with so many things. How can we find his relatives when the world is still unsettled?
Madam Qiao did not hide it from me. She did not know whose child Yun Ting was. It was the people I sent to find out. Not only that, Qiao Yunxin and Yunqing are not his biological children either!"
All three are not biological children?
How is it possible? With Qiao Xin's protective look, who would dare to imagine that it wasn't her child?
Emperor Wu's voice rang out in the empty hall.
"The battle in Jiangcheng was too brutal. Many families had not yet fled, and the number of women and children who died or were missing was incalculable. The Qiao family's father and daughter escaped the catastrophe and rescued these three children."
How could the King of Qi not remember that it was he and Your Majesty who drove away the Northern Rong and saved the capital from danger?
He still didn't want to recall that dark time. The whole capital was in a solemn mood, with white curtains fluttering and everyone immersed in grief.
His sister had just given birth to a child at that time, and was not spared during the evacuation. He didn't know whether his newborn nephew was alive or dead!
Those of them who had guards and slaves to protect them were so miserable, not to mention the ordinary people who were unarmed.
If it is said that what Your Majesty hates the most is not Beirong and Xiling, it is the cowardly Last Emperor and the aristocratic families who have abundant military forces but flee without fighting.
If a king cannot protect the people and maintain peace in an area, how can he gain everyone's support?
“It was Wei Yi who was beside the emperor sister who protected the child and escaped. Wei Yi later pretended to be married to Qiao Xin.
Half a year later, Wei Yi went to Zhou's house and never appeared again. The people we sent seemed to have different purposes from the other groups, and the Qiao family noticed them, so they moved from Jiangcheng to Xiaoyao Village on the border. "
The King of Qi stood up angrily, "Zhou family? How dare they do such a big thing?"
"Zhou Shaokang might not dare, but the old man in the Zhou family who was a man of the times might not dare. Don't forget that the royal family was in turmoil at that time, and you and I were both deeply involved in it. It's understandable that they wanted to distance themselves from it!"
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