Returning to the small courtyard of the thatched cottage, Xiao Zizi fell asleep on the desk.

Wandering all the way, Ye Zi was not in a very high mood. He became cheerful after returning to the familiar and warm thatched house. He ran into the house and tried to lift the drool-filled little Ye Zi to the bed. He gently wiped his face and lay down in front of the bed to watch quietly.

Sister sleeps.

A certain Bai also squatted down and looked at Xiao Yezi.

"gentlemen."

"Um?"

"From now on... let's never go down the mountain again, okay? I'll do the laundry and firewood~"

Hearing this, Bai Yujun reached out and touched Ye Zi's withered yellow hair. Ye Zi narrowed his eyes and let out a comfortable hum, like a little stray cat. Children who have experienced too many bad things can easily develop a shunned mentality.

"When you are born in this world, you have no control over yourself. There are many things that you cannot avoid. Not to mention people, even monsters cannot be free and unrestrained."

The leaves are depressed.

Touch the little head again, the fur feels very comfortable to the touch.

"Ye Zi, you have to be strong. You still have to take care of your sister. There is good and evil in the world. Just get used to it."

Bai Yujun started to cook dinner. Washing the dishes and washing pots were left to Ye Zi to do the cooking, but it was Bai's job. You couldn't expect a seven-year-old girl to make delicious food.

Go to the lotus pond at the foot of the mountain and dig out fresh and tender lotus roots. Make sure there is no lotus essence before digging.

Wash the lotus root, peel off the skin and cut it from one end. Take out the soaked glutinous rice and stuff it into the lotus root bit by bit with chopsticks. This is a slow and delicate job. When Ye Zi saw Hui Hui, he ran to help. He rolled up his sleeves and Hui Hui followed Bai Yujun's example of stuffing glutinous rice. Finished

Finally, use thin wooden skewers to secure the cut lotus roots.

A lot of lotus roots stuffed with glutinous rice were quickly prepared.

Yes, I am going to make sweet-scented osmanthus glutinous rice and lotus root, which is glutinous and sweet. The scent of osmanthus is strong, soft and sweet. Don’t stop a foodie from pursuing delicious food. In a busy life, you should take a break to enjoy a moment of happiness.

When I dig out the osmanthus, red date and brown sugar, I can only find these seasonings at present. Although they are not the best, they are not far behind.

Ye Zi has completely become a little follower at this moment, Pi Dian Pi Dian helps to light the fire and add firewood, his face is blackened by the smoke, his big black eyes are staring at the steaming casserole, and the unique fragrance of osmanthus completely captures the snack foodie.

The casserole is in the shed next to the thatched house. The sky is getting dark, and the charcoal fire on the stove is crackling and burning to release heat...

Remove from the pot, cut into slices and serve on a plate.

There is no need to wake up little Ye Zi, just put the sweet-scented osmanthus, glutinous rice and lotus root in front of the little nose and he will immediately get up with energy, and the two of them will sit around the wooden table and eat the delicious food.

The Yan Kingdom's army marched south overnight, conquering one city after another.

Hundreds of years of war have long made the people forget that they once belonged to the same empire. Although they have the same clothes, the same language, and even the same surnames and books, they are still instinctively hostile to people outside the kingdom. These princes, kings and warlords have made great achievements through their persistence in differentiation.

Great results were achieved, and the legacy left by the Tang Empire was completely dismantled.

The Yan army was unstoppable. Many places offered symbolic resistance and then surrendered. They took over territories and rearranged officials, which also involved dividing interests. The pace of progress was not very fast.

I heard that King Wu no longer held court meetings because no one in the civil and military officials attended.

Many dignitaries have made it clear that they are abandoning the royal family and preparing to board new ships. Several famous ministers and generals have died and scattered. It is said that there is still an old general guarding the city wall.

From far away, Bai Yujun seemed to be able to hear King Wu in the palace scolding everyone except himself.

After drinking to soothe their sorrows and wait for the end, the troops that were squeezed out finally surrendered and dispersed. Except for the city guards, there were no more troops. Even if they wanted to recruit them, they could not recruit them. Without the cooperation of the nobles, nothing could be done.

The wind and rain are swaying, but the hillside thatched cottage is quiet and comfortable...

…

Early autumn.

The autumn wind is cool and the rain is cool, and the army is pressing down on the city.

Bai Yujun led Ye Zi to sit on the city gate tower to witness the final battle, using a simple magic array to hide his figure. The overgrown roof of the city gate tower allowed him to see the overall situation clearly, and the cool autumn breeze was blowing.

The Chimang people did not send troops to help again, and they would not come even if the reward was large.

The garrison on the wall was sparse and had low morale. I am afraid that at this moment, they were hoping that the big men would surrender as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary deaths.

The Yan army was blocking the outside of the city in mighty force, with densely packed flags waving. Qiao Jin was wearing armor and holding a silver spear astride a war horse, but her expression was tangled. She looked at the familiar city and didn't know what to do. Just when she was confused, the city gate suddenly opened...

The heavy city gate rumbled and suddenly stopped when it was halfway open.

Bai Yujun was curious, so she grabbed the fallen leaves and stood aside to see what was going on, when she heard the noise in the city gate.

"General Xiong, you have also seen that the king acted against the will of heaven and angered the people, causing the disaster of destroying the country. We are all citizens of the Tang Dynasty. Do you want to let these city guards be buried with you for the sake of the king?"

"Traitors! You traitors! The Chao Gang surrendered without a fight! How will Nan Wu treat you? You are treacherous people!"

The old voice shouted loudly, angry that the nobles in the city dared to open the city gate to meet the enemy.

It's a pity that it's useless. Nobles never care about being called names.

"It's just following God's will. General Xiong should think more about his family and his soldiers. Why should we waste our lives now that things have come to this? Look, even if the city gate is wide open, the Yan army did not take the opportunity to attack the city. This is an army of justice."

There were many eloquent nobles in the city gate. The gray-haired General Xiong was the general of the city guard. The nobles were quarreling with the old general.

The defenders were silent. The situation was irreversible. No one wanted to die in vain.

To put it bluntly, all their deaths today were in vain. Their families will not receive pensions and may even be traced in the future. The characteristic of this era is that there is no sense of belonging, including the soldiers of Yan. The common people only know that the emperor and the nobles have the final say.

, unless there is an irreconcilable foreign invasion, it doesn't matter who becomes the king.

"Close the city gate! I am the general!"

The soldiers and young men near the city gate lowered their heads and neither closed nor opened the city gate.

"You... you..."

General Xiong was completely desperate and understood that there was really nothing he could do to save his life.

The nobles continued to sneer and taunt, and their voices buzzed and echoed in the city gate, making the old general uncomfortable. No one wanted to defend the city with him, and everything was over...

Silently, he turned around and walked out of the city gate without saying a word.

He looked up at the dark, drizzling sky and then at the dense army on the opposite side.

"it's over……"

Raise your hands to wipe away the rain or tears from your face.

"kill!"

Pulling out his sword, he shouted hoarsely and rushed towards the Yan army...

He was too old and staggered. He didn't run very far when he suddenly fell down and fell into the mud. He finally got up and wiped his face. He didn't care that his helmet fell off and he continued to charge while yelling.

His body was covered in mud and water, his white hair was scattered, and all eyes were fixed on the lonely old man seeking death.

"kill!"

The road was muddy, and I got stuck in the mud before I ran very far. When I struggled to crawl out of the mud, I was missing a boot. My sword was no longer sharp in the mud. I continued to rush out of breath, and ran into a dense crowd of spears...

The nobles were stunned and didn't understand how crazy he was.

The soldiers all over the city were sad and ashamed. No one thought that General Xiong would do this.

"No! Stop!"

Qiao Jin yelled and ordered, but it was too late. The soldiers in front of the army raised their spears reflexively. In an instant, three or four spears pierced the veteran's body. This time the veteran fell and could not get up.
Chapter completed!