Xuanmen Xiaoguo Shi is divination again

Chapter 403 Return to Beijing
On the seventeenth day of the seventh month, Mu Wenjing and his son arrived in Beijing safely with a team of light cavalry and envoys from Hanze.

Mo Jingyao and a group of princes and courtiers waited at the gate of the capital early, quietly waiting for their hero who returned from the north.

The banquet in the imperial city has already been set up, and only after Mu Wenjing and others take off their battle armor after they enter the capital, everyone can clean up the dust for them.

Standing in the group of female relatives, Mo Wanyan stretched her neck from time to time and stood on tiptoe, with big cat-like eyes wishing she could see through the wild forest in front of her.

"A Ci, you said they have been fighting this battle for so long, will Mu Mingyuan get hurt?" The little princess barely restrained her temper, lowered her voice slightly, her bright and pretty face couldn't be concealed The color of anxiety.

"On the battlefield, swords have no eyes... What if that bastard loses his arms and legs?" Mo Wanyan bit her lip and curled her fingers, "Has there ever been a general in the army who lost his arms and legs?"

"...Your Highness, don't worry, the battle in Northern Xinjiang is not difficult," Mu Xici swallowed, and responded to the little princess in a low voice, "Daddy and Second Brother won a big victory all the way, even if they are injured, they are minor injuries. It's been a long time ago."

She had forgotten that Mo Junli was holding Guanfeng Pavilion in his hand, sister had half a team of "Xiao" under him, and Prince Jin's son had his own communication channel...

A few of them could receive the freshest and warmest battle reports from the front, but the little princess who was born in the palace could not receive them.

She could only follow the news that the palace people learned, and even the battle report in Emperor Yunjing's hands might not be able to keep up with it. Naturally, she didn't know what kind of victory the "great victory" on the front line was, and she also didn't know what kind of victory the second brother and others had. specific circumstances of a person.

"Really?" Mo Wanyan opened her eyes wide, and subconsciously tightened the little girl's hand that was tucked into her sleeve.

Master Mu always had no resistance to this little girl's inquiries, so he obediently disarmed and surrendered on the spot: "Really, honestly, Your Highness, believe me, Second Brother and the others will definitely come back as they were."

"But... how do you know, others say that the battlefield is very scary." The little princess showed hesitation.

She has never seen a real battlefield, but she has heard some fragmentary words from the mouths of the old palace people. Together, it is a terrifying scene of hell.

——Going deep into hell, can people really come back alive and kicking?
"Your Highness, the Duke's Mansion...cough, I can receive the battle report from the front line." Mu Xici smiled coyly, and bared her white teeth, "The latest one."

"? Bad Ah Ci, if you didn't say it sooner, I would have made me worry for so long!" Mo Wanyan complained, making a gesture to pinch the soft flesh of the little girl.

Seeing this, Master Mu hurriedly turned sideways to avoid her blow, and then pressed the little princess's sleeve: "Your Highness, don't make trouble, they are here."

"Where is it?" Mo Wanyan's cat's eyes lit up at this moment, she turned her eyes and stood on tiptoe again, a fire-like bright red suddenly jumped into her eyes, and there was a faint sound of horseshoes stamping on the ground at the end of the forest road.

The little princess slowly held her breath, and the cool morning breeze blew up the two locks of hair scattered around her temples.

The flame grew bigger and bigger in the wind, and not long after, she saw clearly the five-foot red tassel carried by the veteran, and the heroic young man in red robe and silver armor riding leisurely behind him.

It's okay, whole, whole, not broken or broken, not broken arms or legs.

Mo Wanyan exhaled the turbid air slowly, and the heart hanging in the air in the chest cavity completely fell to the ground.

The Emperor Yun Jing who was at the front had already moved forward to meet the young and old who came on horseback. There was a little smoke and dust amid the neighing of the horse. Mu Wenjing led Mu Xiuning to get off the horse, and the gesture of kneeling on the ground was neat and crisp. .

"Your servant, it's a good luck not to disgrace your life!" The old general's deep and hoarse voice resounded through the city gate immediately, and the emperor's face was also full of excitement.

When he received the news that Mu Wenjing and others were assassinated in Yuchuan, he almost dropped the celadon teacup in his hand, and the hot strong tea spilled over half of the table, soaking the black ink on the table.

He almost thought that after experiencing the pain of losing his wife, he would experience the pain of losing friends again. Fortunately, everything was just a false alarm. The children became more and more clever, and taught them these old things along with them. Light.

He really couldn't imagine what this battle would have turned into if A Ci hadn't been sent to Zhan Mingxuan in private, and Ming Yuan hadn't pretended to be Xiao Jing and brought A Yan's men into Yuchuan Forest Road first. look.

Mu Wenjing is not only a good brother who has been with him for thirty or forty years, he is like a brother and sister, he is also their vassal minister, once broken, most of Qianping's border defense line will collapse.

——The consequences are unimaginable.

"It's good to be back, Xiao Jing, it's good to be back safely!" The middle-aged emperor quietly blushed his eyes, he bowed and raised his hand, and personally supported the veteran who was also aged.

Looking up, the two caught a glimpse of the wind and frost clinging to the corners of each other's eyes and eyebrows, and they seemed to have returned to that autumn day more than twenty years ago. At that time, the emperor was just a prince who had just secured the position of prince, and the veteran was still in his prime the teenager.

When he went to the battlefield for the first time, he also came to see him off; when he returned to Beijing triumphantly for the first time, he also came to welcome the wind.

The same words, the same person, the same hot red blood that is pouring unceasingly.

Like an ancient covenant that has never been exported, only the silent years are lost.

All kinds of words finally turned into a free and easy laugh.

"You're right, just come back." Mu Wenjing laughed, and casually picked up his unknown brat. This is a tacit understanding that belongs to them alone, and a similar tacit understanding will be born between Mo Junli and Mu Xiu sooner or later. Ning between.

They are the dead wood of the old era, and they are the pioneers of the new era.

"Ming Yuan has grown up too." Emperor Yun Jing looked at the tall slender boy in front of him kindly and kindly with a gratified face, "I heard from your father that you made a lot of achievements on the battlefield, which is quite as good as when he was young." style."

The wind and snow in northern Xinjiang wiped away the frivolity of the young man, and replaced it with a heavy calm.

He finally tasted the ruthless battlefield full of killing and blood, and tried to use his immature and thin shoulders, little by little, to shoulder the important task of protecting the country that the descendants of the Namu family should shoulder.

This is the son of the Mu family, and this is their good son of Qianping!

"Your Majesty's absurd praise." Mu Xiuning raised his hand embarrassingly to touch the red tassel on the top of his head, grinning and showing his white teeth, "I'm still far from my father!"

"It's not far away, just spend a few more times on the battlefield." Mo Jingyao smiled and patted the cold silver armor on the young man's shoulders, and looked up at the place where Chu Chu rushed to behind the two of them. Team Qingqi, and the envoy Hanze who was guarded by Qingqi.

Mo Shuyuan's face darkened completely the moment he saw Mu Xiuning's figure. He was puzzled that Yu Chuan would defeat him in an ambush before, until today he saw this heroic young man in red robe.

With him around, those bastards would win to hell.

The Mu Family Qingqi was originally an elite who could fight against three with one. Their calculations had always been the veteran's declining physical fitness and the group of Hanze envoys who needed to be bothered to protect.

——Young people don't have this concern. Mu Xiuning's thirty light cavalry are enough to resist those dead soldiers.

It's just that... who is leading the army in Jucheng?

　There's nothing in this section

　　But I don't know why I just wrote it and I burst into tears

　　That kind of sadness, full of emotion

　　Then woooooooooooooooooo crying wet a piece of paper
　　Leave tomorrow (27th)
　　Tomorrow is my birthday, I don’t want to write, I just want to sleep and enlarge my holiday

　　Don't want to go out unless it's snowing
　　Hehe hehe

　　
　
(End of this chapter)