The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 3 Heroes of Protecting the Country
Wen Zhemao's anger flared up when Yan Qing refuted his face in public, he clenched his hands behind his back tightly, his eyes gradually became darker, but his face remained gentle and humble.

"Little General Yan is serious."

Wen Zhemao said, "Although the two families have separated, blood is thicker than water. Now that Lord Hou has passed away, Shilang Yan is the only male in the Yan family. He will take good care of his younger siblings and nieces. Shilang Yan, what do you say?" Yes or no?"

"Yes, yes, the second brother died for the country, how could I have the heart to let my younger brother and Qing'er live on the streets?"

Yan Kangping quickly came out to promise that he would completely forget about the forced demolition of the funeral hall of Yan Qing's father and brother before, and acted like a good brother and said to Yan Qin, "Don't worry, brothers and sisters, although according to the laws of Wu'an, Kang Ming went Afterwards, you will have to move out of the Marquis Mansion, but as long as I inherit the position of Marquis, I will take care of your mother and daughter out of reason, this Marquis Mansion is still your home, and you can live there as long as you want."

"Oh, did Shilang Yan forget what I said two days ago?"

Yan Qing sneered and stood in front of Yan Qin, "I'm afraid you, a civil servant, cannot bear the responsibility of the Marquis of Zhenxi."

Wen Zhemao's expression changed, what did Yan Qing mean?Could it be that she already has a promising candidate?
If she recommended someone else for the position, then not only would it be useless for him to win over Yan Kangping, but he would cause trouble for himself!

Wen Zhemao turned to look at Yan Kangping.

Yan Kangping trembled, and immediately looked away, not daring to meet Wen Zhemao's gaze.

Wen Zhemao was furious.

What a Yan Kangping!

How dare you plot against him!
"According to the regulations, it is Yan Shilang who should inherit the position of Marquis of Zhenxi." Wen Zhemao said with suppressed anger in his heart.

Not only was he reasoning with Yan Qing, but he was also convincing himself that Yan Kangping still had a chance.

Today, of the four border armies, only Xijiang is not standing in line.

Even if there is only a slight chance, he must not let it go!
"Of course, but the prince may have forgotten, I have a chance."

Yan Qing looked at Wen Zhemao with a smile that was not a smile, "The laws of my court did not restrict women from being nobles. On the contrary, Marquis Anyuan, the founding father of Wu'an, was born as a daughter."

When this statement came out, everyone was lost.

"Marquis Anyuan followed Gaozu to fight in the north and south, and shocked the six countries and nine continents. What kind of hero is that?! She, a little girl, dares to compare herself with Marquis Anyuan?"

"Don't be so absolute. General Yan is less than fifteen years old, but he is quite prestigious among the garrisons in the four borders. You know that he will not be the second Marquis of Anyuan?"

"Even if she can really be the Second Marquis of Anyuan, so what? Letting a woman lead the army, wouldn't that make the people of Xirong laugh at our Wu'an, who has no one available?"

"What do you know? Isn't Marquis Anyuan also a woman? Didn't he kill those stupid grandchildren crying for their father and mother! As long as those stupid grandchildren are beating up all over the place looking for teeth, I will recognize a baby as the coach of Li Guoan." !"

"Oh, you hero, you can bear the humiliation of those bastards, but I can't bear it."

……

Wen Zhemao was shocked by Yan Qing's courage in wanting to lead the army himself, but he was also relieved, and seeing the expressions of everyone, he immediately became concerned.

"It's good for General Yan to have such a lofty ambition, but it's not the founding of the country, and the title of Marquis of Anyuan has not been passed on to future generations. The general is seriously injured, and it is better to rest. The power is tiring, and it is tightly held in his hands. I am afraid that the loss outweighs the gain.”

"My lord's words are interesting. Do you think that I am greedy for power and position, and intend to control the Hou's mansion?"

How could Yan Qing fail to hear the calculation in Wen Zhemao's words?
She sneered and straightened her back.

"I, Yan Qing, left Beijing with my father and brother to go to the border at the age of five. I carried a gun and rode a horse. I ate wild vegetables and lettuce, and drank white water and yellow sand! If I only wanted to fight for power and profit, staying in Kangduhou's mansion to enjoy wealth and wealth would be no worse than suffering in the frontiers." It’s a hundred times easier to get involved and shroud in horse leather?!”

Yan Qing's voice was as sharp as a knife, and every word caught everyone's heart.

"Before my father died, he handed over the tiger talisman of the Yan family army to me. He tried his best to protect me from the siege. He ordered my elder brother to take 30 sons to guard Jingmen. More than half of the [-] soldiers in western Xinjiang were killed or injured. Not one of the Yan family's troops survived, and the bodies of my father and brother were burned. To be able to enter the grave with clothes and hats, is it true that my Yan family's blood and loyalty fall in the eyes of the prince, just because of the word 'power'?!"

"Little General Yan misunderstood, but this king has no such intention."

Wen Zhemao apologized, "It's just that the army can't live without a commander. The general is seriously injured, and I'm afraid it will be difficult to take on the heavy responsibility."

"I wonder why Your Highness stopped the funeral of my father and brother."

Yan Qing sneered, "It was His Highness who wanted the Xijiang Commander Seal."

Wen Zhemao's complexion changed, and he said solemnly: "General, be careful, this king has no such intention!"

"No such intention? Your Highness, everyone in Mo Tian is a fool."

With scarlet eyes, Yan Qing said clearly, "Your Majesty trusts my Yan family and entrusts the seal to the Yan family. The Yan family will be responsible for His Majesty and the lives of hundreds of thousands of sons and daughters in Western Xinjiang. My brother died in battle, and the seal will be my responsibility." Deputy Commander, if you want me to hand over the commander seal, yes, there are two choices, one is that someone can make the soldiers of Xijiang willingly surrender their lives, and the other is I die!"

The onlookers had already given up their minds about watching the play, and stood in awe, looking sadly at the two coffins carried out by the Zhenxihou Mansion, and spontaneously stood behind Yan Qing, silent, bowing their heads to send off the heroes.

Be it the Yan family army, or the comrades of the Marquis of Zhenxi who came to pay their respects, they were all moved by Yan Qing's words.

If it wasn't for a country and a family, who would want to die in a foreign land shrouded in horse leather?
"Willing to fight with the general!"

Someone in the crowd yelled such a sentence, and the soldiers in filial piety clothes knelt on one knee and shouted, "I wish to protect my country with the general!"

Wen Zhemao stood in the middle of the avenue, and Yan Qing's loud voice seemed to drown him out.

What the people want, there is no hope for the commander-in-chief of Xijiang right now.

But people are not officials, and people in the court think about things in the court, so there is no need to touch this bad luck at this time.

Concentrating on his calculations, Wen Zhemao bowed respectfully to the coffin and said: "May there be no war in the next life, and I hope the next life will be peaceful."

"Make way for Zhenxihou and Zhenxihou's son!"

When red and white meet, white goes first, this is the rule.

Wen Zhemao's shout, on the contrary, seemed to be his generosity.

Yan Qin took a deep look at Wen Zhemao, secretly tugged at the corner of Yan Qing's clothes, bowed dignifiedly to Wen Zhemao: "Thank you, Your Highness, for giving way."

Yan Qing knew that Wen Zhemao was trying to restore his reputation, but if she didn't thank him for giving way, she would be being rude, and if she stepped on Wen Zhemao's previous momentum, she would ruin herself in turn.

But even so, Yan Qing was unwilling to bow down to Wen Zhemao.

Yan Qing held the elder brother's memorial tablet in front of his chest, stood respectfully and saluted, and said: "Thank you, Your Highness, for making way."

This is to follow the previous words and replace Xijiang Commander with a woman's body!

"Little Wang's luck. Madam Hou, General Yan, please."

Wen Zhemao suppressed the dark light in his eyes, retreated to the sedan chair, and made way for the avenue.

"Okay—spirit—"

"The man travels far away, and his relatives and friends are in the heart. The bliss of rebirth is blissful, but the sorrow is unavoidable..."

Wu Zhu sang an elegy, mourning and joy again, paper money flying, no one crying, but it made everyone feel heavy.

The funeral proceeded from the Hou's Mansion through the west gate of Kangdu to the tomb of Yan's family on the shady side of Yingshan in the western suburbs.

The sender looked at the white tomb and turned around in a sad mood, only to see the setting sun slanting towards the west.

"The Yan family fought in Xijiang when they were alive, and looked at Xijiang when they died. It's lucky that Xijiang has such a general guarding the border!"

I don't know who said this, everyone's minds were shocked, and they all turned their attention to the only remaining descendants of the Yan family.

Yan Qing helped Yan Qinshi, watching Xintu cover the black coffin little by little, his eyes were red but dry.

Useless tears do nothing but make sorrow sadder.

"Qing'er, go back."

Looking at the two new graves, Yan Qin wiped away the constant tears from her face, and gently gave Yan Qing who was kneeling in front of the graves a hand.

"Ah."

Yan Qing held Yan Qin's hand and helped her to the nearby Luzhong.

The tomb is where the tomb guards live, and they will all live here today.

After Yan Qin went to bed, Yan Qing took a jar of wine and a food box and went out again.

Before he could get closer, he saw someone kneeling in front of the new grave respectfully offering incense and kowtow, his figure was thin and thin.

(End of this chapter)