Peng Zhuze looked at Hou Xuanyan in front of him. The dignified Duke of Yue valued him so much that he would kill the relative uncle of Baojing chieftain for himself. If the winner was like this, what else could his husband ask for?

This man from the Tujia clan in Xiangxi said with a heart-warming heart: "As the commander-in-chief gives orders, he will not refuse to do anything."

Hou Xuanyan laughed and helped the fierce general up and said, "I can't bear to let you break into pieces. I want to give you a splash of wealth and fame, it depends on whether you dare to get it."

The terrain in the southwest is extremely unsuitable for the war between the soldiers and horses in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. If a large army is sent, it will definitely lose the advantage of the territories first and then the harmony of the people. Once trapped in the quagmire in the southwest, it will be a time of chaos in the world, and it will be difficult to shock all the people who are ready to move.

So Hou Xuanyan simply supported a native of the southwest and asked him to turn the world upside down, with his own huge financial support, and to win over unsuccessful natives from all walks of life, which may have miraculous effects.

When Peng Zhuze heard Hou Xuanyan's words, he subconsciously stood up straight and asked, "What does the commander-in-chief mean?"

"Those Tusi families have been local emperors for thousands of years and have been riding on your heads. Your descendants still have to be slaves for their descendants in the times. Don't you want to change? Do you want your children and grandchildren to endure your humiliation at any time?" Hou Xuanyan's tone was calm, but every word was heartbroken. Peng Zhuze's face turned red and he shook his head.

"Now, I will give you this opportunity to fight for your tribe and your descendants."

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Peng Zhuze left Jinling and returned to western Hunan with his two thousand elite soldiers.

What greeted him there was the strong support of the entire Huguang. A turmoil in the southwest that began in Baojingzhou and resisted the oppression of chieftains was about to begin.

In the government, Hou Xuanyan sat upright in the study and directed the spiritual medicine to write secret letters. The messenger waiting outside the room hurriedly left. The Huguang Administration Office, Qianxiang Camp, and the yamen at all levels of Changsha Prefecture all received secret letters from Hou Xuanyan. Except for not sending troops, he would give whatever support he wanted.

After everything was handled, Hou Xuanyan leaned on the chair of Master Pu Jin, raised his head and closed his eyes and pondered.

The little child laborer who wrote for him swayed his wrist with his ten fingers tightly, his jade neck and chin were slightly sweating, and his thin front closure slightly raised. He walked over diligently, knelt on the side, waving his little pink fist, rhythmically hitting Hou Xuanyan's legs.

Hou Xuanyan was half sorting out his ideas, half explaining to his little apprentice why he wanted to kill, why he wanted to reorganize the southwest, what was changing the land and what was clearing the future.

Lingyao heard it with relish and suddenly interrupted, "Master, since he wanted the man named Peng to serve his son and let the chieftain kill his family, wouldn't he do this even more desperately?"

After listening to it, Hou Xuanyan stood up and looked down at the little girl at her feet. She had a thin body, her face was still childish, and her big round eyes were as dark as ink. No matter how you look at it, they were all a cute little girl, but what just said made Hou Xuanyan feel like a thorn in her heart.

"Who taught you how to say this?" Hou Xuanyan's voice was cold, and Ling Yao was so scared that she shook her body and a faint fragrance of sweat came out of her arms. Since she came to the photographic government, she has been favored by thousands of people. This is the first time she has seen Hou Xuanyan treat her like this.

"It's...nu, Yao'er thought about it himself."

Hou Xuanyan felt a little angry and a little chilling. A girl who was only twelve years old could say such words. She was holding her in her arms every day, and she was afraid that she was not a natural monster.

"Peng Zhuze is our own family. Letting others kill his whole family is a means by a vicious villain. How could you have such a vicious idea at a young age?"

Lingyao raised her head, raised her head, and wore satin with the neckline of the heart. She raised her chest and knelt on the ground, which made her delicate and crystal white skin on her chest reveal most of her delicate skin. She bit her half of her lips and said, "I killed Peng Lun. Peng Lun is also a young man, and he didn't do anything to harm the country and the people. Why can some be killed, and some can't be killed."

Hou Xuanyan's fingers trembled slightly, his eyebrows were creeping into the character "Sichuan" and said in a deep voice: "Kneel down!"

Although the spiritual medicine was not accepted, he did not dare to disobey the angry Hou Xuanyan. He touched the ground with his knees, palms, and forehead. He knelt on the ground.

"Raise your head!"

The elixir slowly raised his head, crystal tears rolled in his eyes, and his little face was full of grievances. She once followed Ma Shiying, enjoyed all the wealth and honor of the world, grew up with a golden spoon, and was an authentic daughter of the prime minister. She was also in the streets, and depended on her father for life, suffered sarcasm, and experienced the coldness of the world.

When she arrived at Hou Xuanyan's side, she really felt Hou Xuanyan's favor for her, so she thought about things for her master, but she didn't expect to be scolded like this.

"Idiot! You can do whatever you want to your enemies, but you must be kind and kind to your own people, otherwise no one will serve you sincerely. Peng Zhuze followed me to fight in Sichuan and Guizhou, and was a brother who lived and died together. How could he do something to kill his whole family?"

The spiritual medicine was blessed to the heart. Suddenly, she thought of her identity. How could she argue with her master and argue about her right or wrong? No matter who is right or wrong with him or her, if the master is angry, she should flatter her. She put her hands on the ground, knelt down to Hou Xuanyan's side, and rubbed her pretty face with her pretty face: "Don't be angry, Nunu knew she was wrong, and she would never dare to do it again."

Hou Xuanyan liked this girl with aura very much, and her love for her was second only to Huang Ying'er. So although Ma Shiying sent her to be a maid, she had always lived a generous life with people serving her. She also took her to read memorials and taught her the principles of the court. She might have harmed her. She made her feel that she had not been exposed to something she shouldn't have at such a young age. Ma Shiying was born as a Jinshi and taught her daughter's poetry, songs and talent. However, she did not teach her the principles of being a human being, so Hou Xuanyan decided to make up for this vacancy.

Hou Xuanyan sighed, lifted up the body of the spiritual medicine, which was a little thin, and said softly: "You must remember that in life, you have to do something and not do anything. The methods and strategies are not good or bad, but they have to distinguish who they use. Do you understand what I said?"

The elixir is wearing a bun with a bun of maids. The petite figure looks like a girl, but she is very charming, especially a small cinnabar mole on the corner of her mouth, which makes the corner of her mouth look like a virginity. Because she was kneeling on the ground, her two white little feet were exposed from her gauze-covered white pants, and her small toes were like newly peeled lychees, crystal clear and cute.

Looking at such a small thing, Hou Xuanyan, who talked about the great principles of life, did not realize that the kitten at his feet had a trace of wisdom that was not of this age inadvertently flashing through his eyes.
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