Chapter 70: New Year's Eve

The mountains and rivers fell into the hands of foreign enemies, and they regarded the Central Plains Han people as pigs, dogs, and grasses, and looted and burned them. In the past two years, natural disasters in the north have continued one after another. On their marches, they often saw many villages destroyed by war, ten rooms and nine empty spaces, and the roadside was exposed to the bones of the wilderness.
If this is still to be reconciled, what are these generals who are bathing in the blood on the front line, and those people who still look to the king's division to the south?
Yan Xiaohan walked to the table and wrote a few words on the playing table. He said, "It is true that the arrow is already on the string. Jinling is just breaking the sky and can't withdraw the army of pressure. Now The initiative is in our hands, and the southern court has said no to it, ignore them. "
Today, the four armies of Beiyan, Tianfu, Jiangnan, and Xiangzhou are encircled in Gwangju, and further east, Huainan, Jingchu, and Suizhou make Chen Bingxiangzhou. Except for the Jiangnan Army and the Tianfu Army, which belonged to the Jiangnan dynasty in nominal terms, other Jiedushi and local generals had "self-reliance and self-protection" long before the establishment of the new dynasty. Now that heroes create the times, whoever fists hard and speaks, everyone in Jiangnan shouts more joy than Fu Shen's order.
"The rotten Confucian is wrong," Fu Shen said with a sincere heartfelt, stretched his neck and looked at the desktop, "what do you write at night?"
Yan Xiaohan drew his pen, turned around, raised a cloth towel on the side and covered Fu Shen's feet, took the tub and poured water, and replied casually: "It is nothing to play for the court. You lie down and don't freeze . "
When he lifted the curtain, he blew a small breeze, and the pages of the blown paper turned. Fu Shen didn't want to peek. He couldn't hold his eyesight. He glanced at the neat lowercase on the white paper.
The moment he saw it, his heart suddenly jumped inexplicably. Panic, but not chaotic, but there is a kind of clear-cutness.
Only six words were written on the table-"Ning Zhan died, but no peace".
When Fu Shengang returned to Beijing, Yan Xiaohan also claimed that he was a traitor who was "strapped" by the Tianxia population. However, after the storm, the temperament changed and the loyalty easily changed after the storm. Still standing upright.
To this day, who dares to say that he is an adulterer who only meets his wishes and mutilates loyalty?
Another burst of noise, Yan Xiaohan returned from the outside. Fu Shen was wrapped in the warm and warm quilt of the quilt. He sighed comfortably and called out, "Dream."
"Huh?" Yan Xiaohan was washing his hands, turning his head and asking, "What?"
Fu Shen: "I want you."
Yan Xiaohan was caught short of the center entrance, and he stunned and laughed again. He wiped his hands, went to bed undressed, and lay down beside Fu Shen: "What?"
Fu Shen came over, kissed him on the tip of his nose, and said with confidence: "Nothing, get in touch with my wife, can't you?"
Yan Xiaohan snapped him firmly into his arms, lowered his head to look for his warm, dry lips, and gave him a threatening look: "Fuck me again, I think you don't want to sleep anymore."
Fu Shen's sweet words didn't have time to show up, but he was blocked into a vague, subtle sobbing. On a cold winter night, the two grew hotter and hotter, and it was only when Yan Xiaohan felt that he was tormenting so hard that he could not hold back the fire. Seeing sweat on his forehead, Fu Shen laughed with a heavy breath: "I'm not saying, ma'am, you're a bit too ..."
"Blame who?" Yan Xiaohan drew his hand into the quilt and sighed, "My grandpa, you can hurry down the capital, so that I can go home and do whatever I want. No matter how you bury it, I really can't help but harm Zhongliang. "
A deep groan escaped from Fu Shen's throat, biting his teeth, "You don't ... just do what you want now? Do you want to go to heaven?"
The long winter night in the lunar month can fly away like a .
It was snowing in the middle of the night yesterday. When Fu Shen woke up early in the morning, it was still dark outside, covered with silver. Yan Xiaohan should have just got up soon, and there was still room on the other side of the bed. Fu Shen supported his head and slowly woke up. Yu Guang glanced at the side of the mink fur hanging. He expected that he would return to the Tianfu Army camp first, and then get out of bed, ready to go to the Huotou Army for something to eat, and go out by the way. Patrol the camp.
Before the feet landed, I heard footsteps from the door. Yan Xiaohan walked into the door, put the hot bowl in her hands on the table, and pinched Fu Shen's earlobe with her hot red fingers, and said, "It's so early to wake up, and I plan to come back and call you again."
Fu Shen reacted in hindsight, sitting on the bed and looking up at him: "Why did you go early in the morning? Didn't you return to camp?"
"Return to what camp," Yan Xiaohan leaned over and kissed in his forehead, Wen said, "Forget what day is today? Hou Ye ’s birthday is happy, longevity is long."
Only then did Fu Shen remember that today is indeed his birthday. It was just that he was busy in military affairs and not in his entire life, which had long been left behind. Besides, during the extraordinary period, no one thought about his birthday, so Yan Xiaohan remembered it for him.
"Thank you ..." Fu Shen's throat was blocked, probably because he had just woke up, and the whole person seemed a little embarrassed, and his wording seemed rusty and stiff: "Troublesome."
Yan Xiaohan looked at the blankness of his birthday. He was so funny and sad that he couldn't hold his hands from itching and touched his head: "The year before last you were in Beiyan, and you lived in the north and south again last year. It is easy to catch up this year. Now I have nothing to give you. I cooked a bowl of shou noodles for you.
Fu Shen nodded, staring at the slender figure who was going to give him an end face, silently thinking, "I don't need anything, it's enough to have you."
Yan Xiaohan was not modest. He said that he was "poor in craftsmanship" and that the taste of noodles was just average. But do n’t say it ’s just
not good.
Even if Yan Xiaohan now gives him a bowl of tincture / frost, Fu Shen can swallow it without changing his face.
On this day, the generals accompanying Beishen Tieqi to the Fushen patrol camp felt unprecedented pressure. A few days ago, Jingning Hou, who threatened to "work with ease" and "moved by the enemy," suddenly analyzed what the situation was like. From the time of deployment of Wonju's troops all the way to how to lay down the capital as soon as possible, there is no reason to regain the entire territory within three months, and they need to raise their heads to meet them.
Xiao Min poked Yu Qiaoting with his elbow and whispered, "Is the general inferior?"
Yu Qiaoting looked dignified: "I think 80% of the surname Yan gave him a bowl of soup."
Fu Shen gave them a cold glance: "Last night, I received the news from Jiangnan. The two ethnic groups sent an ambassador to Jinling to propose peace. They should use the Yellow River as a boundary, divide North and South, and form friendship with our dynasty. I Want to be here, no one wants to give these wolf cubs new year money? "
The generals immediately put away the laughter and looked stunned.
"After the end of the year, do it. As long as you conquered Xiangzhou and Xiangzhou, there will be no barrier in Beijing. It is not empty talk to recover Central China within three months," Fu Shen put down the map in his hand and calmly said, "Everyone, when the Beijing Army was defeated, The shame of the fall of Xinjiang, now it is time for me to wash the snow with Bei Yantieqi. "
The annual New Year's Eve, even though the world is difficult, the north is depressed, and sporadic firecrackers still sound from time to time in the city. For most Han Chinese, no matter how difficult the day is, the year will always be spent.
Outside the city, under the dark sky, there are thousands of iron riders in a rigorous array of killings.
I don't know how prosperous the Jiangnan is tonight.
The generals of the four armies gathered in the open space in front of the battalion and were making their last deployment before the war. After they finished speaking, Yan Xiaohan called a pro soldier, and gave each person a bowl of hot wine, and began: "This wine is a strong way for you. May God bless our army, this battle is a great victory."
The generals each raised their bowls and hit a crisp sound in the air, saying, "God bless our army, and the flag will be won!"
Spirits entered the throat and boiled blood throughout the body. Among the others returning to the army, only Yan Xiaohan was a little slower. Fu Shen seemed to see his intention and raised an eyebrow and smiled: "Do you have anything else to tell me alone?"
The corners of his eyes were steamed with a thin layer of red by the drunkenness, and instead of smiling coldly as usual, he was slightly warm and gentle. Yan Xiao Hanming knew that the time was not right and the occasion was not right, but he could not help but tremble with his heart.
He was most reluctant to watch Fu Shen go to the battlefield, but it is undeniable that this is actually the most frustrating appearance.
"On New Year's Eve, it's time to say something auspicious," Yan Xiaohan raised his toast in the wind and sky: "May the country be stable and the world be peaceful."
Fu Shen fainted, then lowered his eyes, seemed to sigh, and seemed to laugh.
He raised his glass in return, his voice was not loud, but he fell into the wind, and every word made Yan Xiaohan understand.
"Wish to look good, Gongjun bald."
After speaking, he drank the residual wine from the bottom of the bowl and rushed into the boundless night.
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