Civil and military officials of the Manchu dynasty, begging me to ascend the throne

Chapter 227
King Wen won the battle, wiped out the main force of the rebels, and captured most of the rebels.

He led these less than [-] soldiers to completely wipe out the [-] to [-] soldiers that Zhu Qi, Duke of Qing Dynasty, and Zhang Ben, Duke of England, had worked hard to recruit at the mouth of Jizhou.

This battle was really fought beautifully, and even the most picky imperial officials were full of praise for King Wen.

After all, this can be regarded as turning the tide and helping the building to collapse.

When he was the prince, King Wen had to be trapped in Kyoto, and his martial arts could only strengthen his body and protect himself.

But now, he showed off his skills and momentum, attracting high-fives and applause from countless people.

Jiang Yi also specially commended him and sent an imperial edict to King Wen who was still repairing in Jizhou.

Most of the imperial edicts contained words of commendation, such as "My brother is brave..." Jiang Yi pinched his nose and wrote all the unpleasant words on the imperial edict.

After finishing writing, he nodded with satisfaction.

He thought that he had already praised King Wen so highly and praised him so highly. Would King Wen want to frame his edict?
Thinking of this, Jiang Yi couldn't help but laugh, and his whole person became relaxed.

You still have to be wary, but King Wen's performance this time was indeed very good. Jiang Yi hesitated again and shelved his previous plan.

Unlike his father, he was unwilling to point the sword in his hand at his brother unless absolutely necessary.

But the sword still needs to be pulled out. It will get rusty if it is hidden for a long time.If his sword is not sharp, how can he protect himself in this chaotic world?

Jiang Yi stepped down from the throne and went to the window to watch the autumn wind sweeping away the fallen leaves. There was nothing desolate about it.

It will be winter in two or three months. At that time, we can use the name of the festival to call all brothers to Kyoto for a gathering.

Jiang Yi believed in them and even more in himself.

His brothers were not very ambitious. Except for King Wen, all of them were content to be just landlords and vassal kings, let alone others.

As long as Jiang Yi uses both kindness and power, nothing will be a problem.

but……

Jiang Yi could not help but frown as he looked at the increasingly manic autumn wind, and his whole heart became tense again.

Just yesterday, when I accompanied Li Yancheng to clear the residence of the British rebels, I found that many soldiers still disappeared suddenly.

Jiang Yi knew that those people were just dormant and would cause trouble again when the time came.

This is a hidden danger, but Jiang Yi has no time to deal with it at the moment. Although he has asked people to hunt down these escaped rebels, the British Duke and the Qingguo Gonghai have not been arrested. The two people's ability to escape is very good, and they have escaped from the enemy several times. It slipped away from the hands of King Wen and Li Yancheng.

Although there are not many soldiers and horses left, the leader of the rebels is not dead, and it cannot be ended at this time.

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青夷
The simple big bed was covered with animal skins, and Wu Xian lay straight on it. Now his body was badly damaged, and some of the old wounds were now painful.

It was only then that Wu Xian was shocked to realize his age. It turned out that he was already so old that he could no longer stand up.

The brave Wu Xian who was once able to ride a horse and shoot arrows and kill the enemy general among ten thousand people, the young Wu Xian has grown old.

Now Wu Xian can only lie in bed, unable to do anything.

The person responsible for taking care of Wu Xian is not his children, let alone his concubines.

Wu Xian closed his eyes and counted silently in his heart.

Among his only three children, his daughter has married someone else far away, and she doesn't know whether she is doing well or not.He chose that consort, and his daughter didn't like it, but she didn't want to disobey him.

Wu Xian felt that his whole heart was sour, and a bitter taste oozed from his mouth.Where would it be better?
How could that person treat her well after he died?She originally thought that Qingyi's power would help her live happily.

Now, didn't he sacrifice his daughter all the time?
When she got married, she still held his sleeve and shouted "Abba..."

The young Wu Xian only felt that his daughter was too excited... Now... Wu Xian clenched his cold fists...

She married that man because of him, and she married that man because of Qing Yi...

There was a trace of regret in Wu Xian's eyes, and the pain had now overwhelmed the old man.

Of the two remaining sons, Wumu was too naive and childish, scheming but ignorant of restraint.And his indulgent heart...

Wu Xian always felt that he would die on some woman's belly...

Finally, there is Wuqi.

Wu Xian had mixed feelings about his youngest son.

This was his little son who came from old age, regarded him as a treasure, and grew up to be arrogant.

But now for Qingyi, for the stability of the throne, and even more for the sake of his back-up, he had to stay away from Qingyi.

Now that he is dead, Wu Qi probably won't be able to come back and add a stick of incense to him.

Regarding the children, Wu Xian blinked and had nothing more to say.

The other concubines...most of the concubines were women whom he couldn't talk to in a single word, and the only one who was scheming was his Yan family.

She still had a lot of good years left, and she didn't want to waste them on him.

Now he is probably taking Wu Qi with him, and he is enjoying himself somewhere in Daxia.

That’s pretty good too…

Wu Xian blinked and took the Tang Pozi from Wu Nan Dun with his dry hand.

He couldn't even get up these days, but what he didn't want to face even more was the group of concubines in the harem who couldn't help him and were just playing tricks.

So in the end, the task of taking care of the elderly Shanyu fell into the hands of Youxian King Wu Nanton.

It is also very sad to say that such a Qingyi Chanyu, the greatest and most majestic king of the grassland, was still taken care of by a person who was not related by blood.

But when Wu Xian saw Wu Nan Dun picking up the soup, he felt extremely at ease.

"We have agreed that if I die, you... ahem... you will also come down to accompany me."

Wu Nandun helped Wu Xian up and put a pillow behind him skillfully. When he heard these words, Wu Nandun laughed.

He was younger than Uham, but only three or four years younger.

But he looks like a rather handsome middle-aged man. From his still handsome face, you can vaguely see how handsome Unandun was when he was young.

But Wu Xian is now like a dead tree.

"Who knew you would come so early..." Wu Nandun fed the medicine into Wu Xian's mouth very rudely.

"Besides, look at what you look like..." Although Wu Nandun doesn't realize that he is a person who loves beauty, he has many requirements for appearance and clothing.

When he was young, Wu Xian had a handsome and heroic face, but now Wu Xian is no different from the group of old men he disliked in the Yuezhi.

(End of this chapter)