The reborn general girl is the emperor

Chapter 32 The truth of hatred

"He, Yan Qihong, sat firmly in the back and asked his son to go to the back to escort the rations, but told my two sons to throw their heads and blood in the front. He came to earn fame and utilitarianism. It really has nothing to do with him!"

Yan Qiwei asked angrily, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were flattened by the sudden widening of his eyes.

Fang Qiao stared at Yan Qiwei, who was glaring at him, and argued with him in a deep voice: "How do you know that Yan Shuai is sitting firmly in the rear? How do you know that escorting food and grass in the rear is not more dangerous than the front line? Since you know so much about the military situation, why do you just say so?" I don’t know that some traitors colluded with Xirong back then, causing the army of Xirong to attack our army’s rear, wanting to cut off our rations and trap our army to death in the frontier desert!”

After all, Fang Qiao stared at Yan Qiwei, who was still full of sarcasm, regretting in his heart: "Do you know what the scene was like back then? It was a real mountain of corpses, and blood flowed like a river! Yan Shuai sent your son to guard the front, because he got the letter early in the morning. Let them go for survival! I thought I was smart and wanted to support Yan Shuai to rebel against the Xirong army, but I told your son that Yan Shuai planned to come back with me to help. On the way to support, I was ambushed by Xirong To die!"

Fang Qiao spit and spit, his face was flushed with excitement, he gasped and looked at Yan Qiwei who was crushed by the truth, and continued in a calm voice: "Your son is a hero, it was their desperate effort to break through, for Yan Qiwei." Shuai and the others tore open the gap in the enemy's encirclement, and only then did they achieve their subsequent victory."

"But because we left our posts without permission and returned to the rear, the front fell, and the army had to retreat to Er County. One-third of the territory in Western Xinjiang was occupied by the Xirong."

Speaking of the deep pain, Fang Qiao suddenly asked Yan Qiwei, "Since you know so much, do you know what we saw when we took back the occupied territory from the Xirong people?"

Yan Qiwei rolled his cloudy eyes dully, looked at Fang Qiao but didn't speak.

Fang Qiao didn't seem to need Yan Qiwei's answer, so he took a breath and answered in tears: "It's purgatory on earth!"

"Your son still has Yan Shuai to bury the bones for them, and a whole body was buried. But in the occupied territory, those who failed to evacuate in time were gnawed clean by the wolves tamed by Xirong !"

Fang Qiao's voice was trembling when talking about the tragedy of the year, "The fragments of human bones and limbs were piled up in a big pit, and even a piece of complete flesh and blood could not be found. Human heads were inserted into the wood like flags. On the stake, staring at us with angry or fearful eyes."

"Those people used to drink and eat meat with us. They were comrades-in-arms, folks, brothers, and friends. But they all stared at us without exception."

"They're asking why we went AWOL!"

Fang Qiao grabbed the skirt of his clothes and hammered his chest. Tears filled the gullies carved by the years on his old face, "I dare not go back to the frontier, I have no face to go back!"

Looking at Fang Qiao in great pain, Yan Qiwei's hands holding the Buddhist beads were trembling, his eyes under the creases were reddish, and thousands of rebuttals were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

When Fang Qiao calmed down, he wiped away his tears and said: "Afterwards, the court will investigate the responsibility. It was Yan Shuai who took the blame alone and asked your son to return to his hometown for a grand burial. He took off his armor and was punished." , almost lost half of his life, and spent all his wealth to support the soldiers and civilians. Did you ever know this?!"

Speaking of this, Fang Qiao was full of regret, "Yan Shuai said that you have always been upright and upright, and you have a clear distinction between love and hatred. I am afraid that you will blame Kang Jun and Kang Xing for leaving the post after you know the truth. Tell me to hide the truth from you, but I don't want you I'm going to overthrow the Yan family and mess up the world!"

"How can you?!"

Fang Qiao reprimanded sadly, "If you feel sorry for your son and can't bear to take my life, how can you have the heart to disrupt this peaceful and prosperous world that your son is guarding with his life?!"

Fang Qiao asked repeatedly with tears in his eyes, but Yan Qiwei, who was being asked, had tears in his eyes, shook his head slowly and heavily, his lips squirmed, and silently repeated a single word: "No, no..."

There was silence inside the door, and there was also silence outside the door.

In front of the door, Yan Qing's eyes were red and his fists were clenched tightly. He wished he could slaughter Xirong and make this blood debt pay for it!
"...No, no..."

In the room that had been silent for a moment, Yan Qiwei's hoarse and old voice suddenly came again. After a short hesitation, he seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw, and suddenly became sharp again, "Are you leading me? I won't do what you want !"

"Even if what you said is true, it's the Wen family's fault!"

Yan Qiwei roared hoarsely, his hoarse voice was like a poisonous snake spewing out letters, cold and resentful, "If the Wen family hadn't ordered the attack on Xirong, how could Xirong have come here? My son was killed by them, all of them!"

Hearing what Yan Qiwei said, Yan Qing wished he could knock on the door and go in, pointing at his nose and cursing.

Xi Rong has been coveting the fertile territory of Wu'an for a long time, and has long stationed troops on the border between the two countries. At the beginning, the late emperor decisively sent troops to Xi Rong when Xi Rong was not yet fully prepared, and he was surrounded by Xi Rong and beat both sides.If you don't take the initiative to attack, when Xirong is fully prepared to attack, how can there be Wu'an now? !

"Confused!"

A sudden stern shout made Yan Qing, who was about to knock on the door, give a pause, and the last sentence made her feet rooted in place.

"The hatred of the country and the family can't see clearly, you can't decide which is more important, and you don't even believe the facts in front of you. You are just dazzled by self-righteous hatred! Wu Yan Shuai also respected you with a deep understanding Dayi! Pooh! I think your second brother Yan is a fucking idiot! You are so stupid!"

"I don't care about you anymore, I'm a pig!"

Fang Qiao was so angry that Yan Qiwei yelled, "I want to see, what kind of trouble can you, a dead old man, rot in this Hou's mansion!"

After finishing speaking, Fang Qiao turned around and slammed the door angrily away.

Yan Qing, who dodged away before Fang Qiao went out, stood in front of the door again, looked at Fang Qiao's distraught back, and glanced back at Yan Qiwei, who had fallen on the couch and was holding beads of Buddha beads in his eyes, feeling in his heart. Mixed feelings.

Yan Qing just stood in front of the door for a stick of incense, looking at Yan Qiwei for a long time, and even had the illusion that the person sitting there was himself.

It wasn't until the sound of clappers telling the time was heard outside the mansion that Yan Qing suddenly woke up and realized that it was not early.

Yan Qing took one last look at Yan Qiwei who seemed to be in a daze, then turned and left Lanzhu Garden.

The moment Yan Qing left, Yan Qiwei raised his head slightly and looked at the corner where Yan Qing was standing. He didn't know what he was thinking in his calm eyes, but the hands clasping the Buddhist beads paused for a moment, and then tightened suddenly. , The already wrinkled face became more and more wrinkled and shrunk.

Outside the Hou Mansion, the carriage has been waiting for a while.

It wasn't until Yan Qing came out that he saw Yan Qing stop and turn his head in front of the car, looking at the seal on the servant's mansion with complicated eyes.

Hong Zhuang, who had just finished handing over with Meng Shulan and rushed back from Xijiang, followed Yan Qing's line of sight, opened her mouth, and then closed it again.

"Let's go."

Yan Qing didn't stand for a long time, and with just one glance, he looked away and got into the carriage.

The red makeup was driving a horse, the carriage left the crowded long street, and galloped out of the city gate, but the sun had gradually reached its zenith.

(End of this chapter)