From the beginning of celebrating more than one year, the sun shines on the sky

"It is said that this person is as lustful as life..."

Haitang Duoduo only spoke half of what she said.

She felt that with the tacit understanding between the two, the little emperor should understand what she meant.

Sure enough, the little emperor suddenly realized it and said:

"So, give him the marriage of you, the saint, son and saint, and join forces.

He embraced the beauty, so naturally he was used by me.

That's what you mean, right? I'll think about it carefully. "

Begonia Duoduo: "..."

"Your Majesty, that's not what I meant. What I meant was..."

"Don't worry, I will definitely consider what you mean seriously."

"..."

"Fan Zui is indeed a talented person. If he can be used by me, he will definitely greatly enhance our country's strength."

"..."

Begonia Duoduo couldn't speak at all.

She wanted to say that she really didn't mean that.

she means...

Hey, what does she mean?

His Majesty was confused.

Seeing the little emperor who had already turned away and was about to rest for a while, Haitang Duoduo didn't say anything more.

The little emperor hasn't had a good rest for a long time.

Right now, I should be able to steal half a day off and take a nap.

"Holy Son... crushing the Holy Maiden?"

Holding her hands and walking like a lazy village girl, she suddenly muttered to herself, talking about that folk rumor.

It is impossible to be suppressed. No matter what, she is the one who suppresses!
No, something seems wrong.

Whoever oppresses whomever seems to be at a disadvantage.

These ordinary people are full of food and leisure.

However, since the Son of Nanqing has already arrived in Northern Qi, how about...going to see him?

Someone came up ahead. Saint Begonia immediately put away her laziness and continued to pretend to be a saint.

Who would have known that she could easily switch between her two faces seamlessly.

Clear water city.

A city that Fan Zui recently captured.

The army is stationed here.

Fan Zui lived in the City Lord's Mansion.

On such a cold winter day, snow blocked the windows, and the ice skates were like small translucent crystal pillars, hanging row by row on the eaves.

The north wind blew like a knife, and the snow was flying all over the sky.

After sleeping and waking up, feeling bored, Fan Zui went out for a walk alone.

Now, this place is already in his hands.

The two sides are negotiating and there will be no war for the time being.

It's not bad to have a taste of the scenery of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

Just soothes the tense nerves.

The night is over, the lights are beginning to light up in the sky, the low wind is blowing the fallen leaves on the wooden clogs with a chill, and sparkling frost flowers are silently exposed on the fence.

A pool of clear water not far away has condensed into a thin layer of ice after the rain, reflecting each other with the residual snow in the mud.

On the side of the road, the weeds withered, the colors faded, the branches and leaves withered, and a few Persian cats were lying on the ground leisurely, sniffing the slight fragrance.

In the distance, the peach blossom forest stands quietly, and the petals are dotted with fine snow, which looks like a fairyland.

Next to the stream, exquisite stone bridges zigzag across, with snow covering every stone surface. The morning glow shines through the white snow, like agate orbs, making the originally quiet stream more graceful.

The distant mountains are hidden in the mist, like a black curtain, without a trace of disputes.

On the ancient road at the top of the mountain, the gravel on the grindstone road is covered with snow. Pedestrians walk through it lightly, feeling refreshed every step of the way.

This is the world after the snow, snowflakes gather on the eaves, a few flakes fly to the ground, whispering the whisper of the wind.

One after another, dancing all over the sky, portraying the quiet mountain village into a simple and elegant picture scroll.

The years are quiet and good, like the Yingying snow, entrusting the warmth of people's hearts.

In such severe cold weather, many people are hiding at home and sitting by the campfire to keep warm.

But very few people can appreciate this beautiful scenery.

Presumably, Emperor Qing should be warming up at the moment.

Although Qing Kingdom was not as severe as Northern Qi, it was estimated to be extremely cold now.

It is naturally necessary to prepare a bonfire in the hall.

With Emperor Qing's cultivation, perhaps he is not afraid of the severe cold.

However, that is bound to expose the identity.

Therefore, the necessary cover-up is still needed.

So what about the Grand Master? The coldness of heaven and earth is a force of nature, how powerful it is.

Although it can resist for a while, it cannot be like this for a long time.

Fan Zui tightened his cotton-padded jacket and continued to walk forward.

Many people were smoking, probably cooking.

When the army entered the city, Fan Zui issued a military order not to burn, kill, loot or disturb the people.

However, if there is really that kind of bloody person who doesn't know how to live or die, he doesn't need to be merciful.

Just cut it with a knife, so as not to make any noise.

In the past few days, there have been many battles without interruption.

When he planned, he aimed to destroy the dead.

In just a few days, 80 people were commanded, and four consecutive battles were launched.

Battle of Lantian.

The Battle of Quhe.

Qujiagou Raid Battle.

And the final decisive battle: the battle of Maoling.

The first three battles were all progressive, preparing for the decisive battle in Maoling.

Fortunately, everything went well with the plan.

Finally defeated Northern Qi in one fell swoop and won the final victory.

Negotiations are now underway, and the army has taken a breather.

Live up to expectations!

After the four major battles, the name of the God of War is completely confirmed.

His prestige in the military has reached its peak!
The plan went very smoothly, even much smoother than he expected.

The war between the North and the South has ended, and today is the third day of peace talks.

Looking up, the snowflakes are falling and falling on the face, which is icy and cool.

"Mao Ling's bones are probably covered by ice and snow..."

As for the Qing soldiers, he issued a military order to burn them all and bring their ashes back to the country for burial.

Such a move once again caused a great sensation in the army.

Many soldiers shed tears for this.

At that time, watching those scenes, Fan Zui was quite shocked.

The way those soldiers looked at him was different from before.

On Maoling, the halberds and spears were broken, and the bloodstains were no longer visible, all of which were buried by snowflakes.

At this time, not far away, a figure came quickly.

Not far away, he got off his horse and came trotting.

"Brother, I just received news that the delegation for the Northern Qi peace talks has set off, and Guo Kai will personally lead the team."

When the name Guo Kai was mentioned, Fan Xian paid special attention to the change in his brother's expression.

Unfortunately, he didn't see anything.

However, he had some guesses in his mind.

This Guo Kai should be one of his own...

"In the team, there is one more person, presumably the eldest brother should be interested."

"Northern Qi literary sage, Zhuang Mohan?"

"..."

Fan Xian was stunned.

"Brother, sometimes I really doubt whether you are human or not."

Fan Zui smiled, but didn't care.

"Little two."

"Hey, brother, what's the matter with you, just tell me, if you say a word, I will definitely kill and fire, and I will do whatever I want."

"Kung fu is good at flattering."

"hey-hey……"

Fan Zui bent down, grabbed a handful of snow from the ground, and squeezed it into a ball.

"I'm going back to Beijing, and I'll leave the affairs of Beiqi to you."

"...Brother, are you kidding me?"

Fan Xian looked at him seriously, wondering if he had heard wrong.

It seems that the coach ran away.

"Don't worry, Bei Qi can't afford to fight now, and they don't dare to fight, even if I give them ten guts, they won't dare.

Northern Qi might as well worry about Rakshasa Hall now if they are worried about me. "

Fan Zui said, knowing what he was thinking.

"What are you doing back in Kyoto?"

"Of course I'll go back and show off."

"..." (end of this chapter)