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Chapter 509 I'm Delicate (53)

The nomads in the west have always lived on nomads, and the grasslands are the foundation of their survival, and they depend entirely on them for their livelihoods.
But this fire attack in Xia Tian, ​​the trick is really poisonous,
After the grassland has been burned, it will take at least two or three years to fully restore its previous appearance.

During this period, the Turks were defeated and returned,

In the next few years, it is impossible for the Turks to have the ability and courage to come forward to provoke,
Although they will hold grudges and wait for opportunities to commit crimes again, at least in the past few years, the border has definitely been stable.

This relieved the emperor a lot, and it was definitely a great achievement to say the least.

After the news was sent back to the capital, as expected, the emperor was delighted.

An imperial decree was specially issued to reward one hundred taels of gold.

At the same time, General Sima was granted the title of General Protecting the Country, and a thousand acres of fertile land was granted.

When the Turks retreated, the other small tribal countries naturally did not dare to commit another crime, and settled down.

Mu Shouqing appealed to the emperor and proposed to establish diplomatic relations with other small tribal countries.

If you can win over other small countries and establish friendly relations, and at the same time say that you can ignore them, there must still be small countries that will be tempted.

Di Yue, agree, let Mu Shouqing take full charge of this matter.

For a while, Mu Shouqing's General's Mansion was full of people, and almost all of them were stepped on the threshold.

Mrs. Mu is too busy, she treats guests with a smile every day, and the room is filled with gifts.

When the army returned to Beijing, people all over the city came to see it.

Cheers, applause, and praise filled the entire Chang'an Avenue.

The red flag ribbons are flying in mid-air, and the girls who have not left the pavilion wave their handkerchiefs, waving shyly in the attic,
The soldiers on horseback were exhausted by boats and carts, and they were besieged by travel and dust, but they all returned to their hometowns, and their faces were full of smiles.

The emperor held a banquet in the palace to clean up the dust for the generals who have made great achievements.

The courtiers all entered the palace together and congratulated each other.

That night, gorgeous fireworks were set off in the capital, and red lanterns were hung high,
The atmosphere of celebration shrouded the sky above the capital, and the whole city was extremely lively.

In the prime minister's mansion, Yun Shunhui entered the palace in the evening and has not returned yet.
The lively atmosphere outside the mansion seemed to be brought inside, and even the guards guarding the gate had better food than usual.

Above the Splendid Attic,

Lanterns hung under the eaves, shining on the water orchids by the window, it was quiet, only a gust of wind came from time to time.

Chun Xia walked into the room with warm tea and put it on the table.

Seeing the young lady in a white dress by the window who was still drawing slowly, she sighed, seeming a little regretful,

"Miss, are we really going to take a look? There is a lantern festival by the West Lake today."

"There are so many people, don't go."

She was calm and undisturbed by the bustle outside.

The sound of fireworks outside kept coming, but they didn't get any attention from her.

Chun Xia could only regret, "Miss, this lantern festival is once a year."

We won the battle this year, and it happened to coincide with Qixi Festival, so the grand gathering outside must be very lively.

Chunxia really wants to see it.

If Miss Naihe doesn't go, she can't go either.

"Then, miss, do you want to rest early tonight?" Chun Xia asked.

"It's the same as usual," Jiao Meier slowly changed a pen and continued to outline,
With black hair hanging down and gentle eyes, she admired her paintings leisurely, seemingly satisfied.

Chun Xia saluted, and responded, "Okay, miss."

(End of this chapter)