In mid-June, there was a great victory in southern Xinjiang. Pingning Marquis Zheng Qiyan led his troops deep into the enemy's lair, smashed the rebel Hong Bo's lair, and captured him alive. As soon as the news of the victory came, Xiangrui Tower was immediately filled with customers, and then, everyone who drank Xiangrui Tower's fine wine,
Everyone sighed from the bottom of their hearts: Xiangruilou’s “Yuhuchun” and “Wuliangchunniang” wines are far better than Penglaidu!
As for Jintong, she was about to cry!
Didn't this battle take three years? How come we won it in just over a year? I'm used to being single and happy, but how do I break up when a husband suddenly comes to me? Can she pretend to be sick?
The answer is of course no! Not only can she not, she must also smile and receive those aunts and aunts who come to congratulate her.
Then, Jintong finally saw a ceremonial triumph!
As early as when the good news came, the Qin Tianjian had chosen a good and auspicious day and set it on July 14th.
The fourteenth day of the seventh lunar month is the Bon Festival. On this day, the gates of hell are opened and hundreds of ghosts are rampant. The victorious army, with its evil spirit, is just able to suppress it.
Zheng Qiyan led 50,000 sergeants to escort the rebel king and a group of surrendered barbarians. He hurriedly took advantage of the time and finally arrived outside Shangjing three days before the auspicious day. The large army returned to Nanshan Camp, with more than 600 people left.
Temporarily stationed outside the city to rest.
Because she knew that Jintong privately called him a bad old man, and Zheng Qiyan clearly remembered that Jintong, who was only eight years old, said that he was like a fried chestnut, so ugly that she threw herself into the arms of the old Marquis of Jingbei and rubbed her eyes, so
He took advantage of the three days of rest outside the city to reorganize himself.
He shaved off all his beard and beard, and even imitated the dandies who went to Beijing. After applying facial moisturizer for three days, he felt that his face was much smoother. Zheng Qiyan was very satisfied! He couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror, admiring it again and again. He felt that he was handsome and handsome from a distance.
He was so much better than Cen Yixiao, the leader of the seven talented people in Beijing, that he couldn't help but feel complacent and praised himself very much.
Wu Ning cursed from the side: Cen Yixiao is known as Linxian Master, with great talents and unparalleled grace. Qi Ye, you are known as the bloodthirsty King of Hell, you are nine feet tall, and you can cure children's night cries wherever you go.
Is this comparable?
On the 14th day of the seventh lunar month, at the right time, the chief eunuch of the Holy Lord read out the imperial edict on time at the city gate with a loud male duck voice. After kneeling three times and knocking nine times to receive the edict, Zheng Qiyan rode in the lead, followed by the generals who escorted the Nanman people and hundreds of vehicles.
The spoils of war marched along the long street towards the imperial city.
The fire in July could not resist the enthusiasm of the people who came to Beijing. Zheng Qiyan was wearing the armor of a first-class general, with a fiery red cloak fluttering in the wind, and he was riding majesticly on his horse.
The onlookers on both sides of the long street cheered enthusiastically, and some bold girls threw purses, flowers and other items directly at Zheng Qiyan and the good-looking soldiers.
In the middle of the day, the Holy Lord led hundreds of officials to greet the victorious soldiers at the Jinluan Palace, and rewarded them one by one. The palace banquet began at noon.
Jintong was stupid and naive and thought that she just had to wait at home for Zheng Qiyan to come back. Well, at the worst, she could just go out and greet him to show respect.
As a result, on that day, she had to wear the Yipingaoming costume that weighed dozens of kilograms and accompanied Mrs. Zhen to open the ancestral hall and pray to the ancestors.
Kowtow, bow, say blessings, and burn incense. Once again, kowtow, bow, say blessings, and burn incense.
Like a puppet, Jintong obediently followed Mrs. Zhen and bowed again and again. He admired Mrs. Zhen so much that he deeply understood what it meant to be strong and strong.
Mrs. Zhen concealed it well. These days, she relied on ginseng soup and a lot of supplements to stay energetic on the surface. In fact, she was deeply depleted on the inside. She knew in her heart that she had run out of energy.
Medicine and stones are useless. But no matter what, we must hold on to this last breath, and wait until all the dust falls to the ground before dying.
Since ancient times, emperors have been suspicious. Zheng Qiyan claimed to be ill and resigned from all his posts.
At the celebration banquet in the afternoon, Zheng Qiyan began to lose energy and could only hold on to maintain his composure. For all the civil and military officials who came to toast, Zheng Qiyan only raised his glass to mean it. As a leader who had conquered southern Xinjiang in just over a year,
Naturally, the great hero was not so stubborn as to be serious with him. So the celebration banquet was filled with cups and cups, and it was a lively scene.
After finally holding on until the banquet was over, Zheng Qiyan simply pretended to be drunk, and his two lieutenants supported him and carried him into the carriage back to the Marquis of Jian'an Mansion to thank his ancestors.
Jintong, who was waiting with Mrs. Zhen and others at the Jian'an Marquis Mansion, finally saw her husband's true face. Well, after a few glances, he looked pretty good. He was a tough and handsome man with clear facial features and smooth lines.
Jintong's little heart is very young now. When she sees someone of the opposite sex that suits her aesthetics, she becomes dissatisfied and starts to bump into each other.
The great hero who saved the Zheng family and the two princes arrived. The whole family enthusiastically welcomed Zheng Qiyan in and crowded him into the ancestral hall. As Zheng Qiyan's wife, Jintong obediently followed Zheng Qiyan with low eyebrows and knelt down to pray with him.
Ancestors.
Zheng Qiyan's ten fingers were slender and the joints were clear. He kowtowed and bowed, full of power. As a hand-controlled face-controlled voice controller, Jintong couldn't help but raise his eyebrows and gave him a very impressive score. Then he secretly glanced at Zheng Qiyan,
Just as Zheng Qiyan turned his face sideways, a sharp-edged, resolute and handsome face with wheat-colored complexion came into Jintong's eyes. Jintong's little heart jumped up and down happily, and she quickly withdrew her eyes, with a solemn face, and continued to worship like cats and tigers.
Regarding Zheng Qiyan's injury, the three protagonists of Jintong and Jian'an Houfu received different versions.
Zheng Qiyan now has a lot of trust in Jintong, but he is also afraid that she is too young to withstand the trouble, so she should not be frightened and lose control. Therefore, he specially ordered Wu Ning to make it clear to her that everything was just an act, in order to reduce the Holy Lord's defensiveness.
He has outstanding military exploits now. If the Holy Lord is wary of him threatening the imperial power by relying on his own troops and making any decisions that are not conducive to him, it may cause unpredictable hidden dangers to his future development plans. Therefore, it is better to show weakness and surrender
Military power makes it easier for him to operate secretly.
The news received from Marquis Pingning is that Zheng Qiyan has indeed been injured several times. Although he has mostly recovered, if he is not careful, he may have sequelae. Now it is not all pretending to be ill, but 60% of the injuries are fake.
That’s all. Of course, the description of the above two injuries is too light and the latter is too serious. If you neutralize it, it will almost be the actual situation.
Of course, getting the news is different, and it does not affect everyone's ability to show off their acting skills. Everything is developing along the original route.
The Holy Spirit's instructions were not yet finished, so he sent Tian Dazhong to reward many items, and also granted Zheng Qishuo the title of second-grade Marquis of Jian'an. Mrs. Zhen was also promoted to the first-grade imperial concubine.
The Holy Master asked Tian Dazhong, who had returned after announcing his decree: "Old Tian, do you think that guy Zheng Qiyan is just faking it?"
On the surface, Tian Dazhong seemed to be a fat and stupid eunuch, but in fact he was quite accomplished in martial arts. He rarely answered seriously: "Holy Master, this old slave looked at me. When Marquis Pingning got off the carriage, he staggered with his right foot. And when he was talking in the hall, he staggered.
, his right hand and right foot occasionally seemed to be shaking uncontrollably. When the old slave went to deliver the order just now, Marquis Pingning was short of breath, pale, and almost lost his composure. It seems that Marquis Pingning was seriously injured in southern Xinjiang and inhaled poisonous miasma. Most of this happened
true."
The Holy Lord thought in his heart that Zheng Qiyan, a martial arts student, should not be afraid of cold or heat, but just now when he personally held Zheng Qiyan's hand to welcome him into the palace, even though it was such a hot day, Zheng Qiyan's forehead was so hot that a layer of sweat formed.
, but his hands were cold. It seemed that he was really injured and his body was weak.