Yuwen Yuanhua was a natural-born general, and a place like the Imperial City would only stifle his talent and make him disappear from the public.
In the imperial city, Yu Wenyuanhua had to abide by the rules and restrain his hands and feet. His whole person was dull and inconspicuous among the noble sons in the imperial city. But it was different when he arrived at the border.
At the border, without the emperor or officials watching, Yu Wenyuanhua could be himself, the true hero, the rough guy.
Although Yu Wenyuanhua was a rough person, he was very polite, at least he would not find fault in public. He received Uncle Nine Emperors and Princess Anping according to the highest standards, and Yuwen Yuanhua carried two jars of wine.
I went to find Feng Qingchen to reminisce about the past.
Among the people in the Imperial City, Yuwen Yuanhua was willing to talk to Feng Qingchen, but he really didn't want to talk to the others, especially the Nine Emperors Uncle. He was afraid that he would be betrayed by the Nine Emperors Uncle, so he stupidly helped the Nine Emperors Uncle count his money.
"We haven't seen you for two years, and I almost don't recognize you." Feng Qingchen now is completely different from the girl who stopped him and asked for help.
In the past two years, Feng Qingchen has grown very fast, not only in appearance, but also in his inner aura. For a moment, Yu Wenyuanhua did not dare to look directly at him.
Yu Wenyuanhua threw a jar of wine to Feng Qingchen: "Then, the peach blossom wine you were sent last time has been waiting for you to drink."
"Thankfully I prepared the altar, otherwise... I really wouldn't be able to catch it." Feng Qingchen held the wine altar with both hands and sat on the ground like Yuwen Yuanhua: "Although the climate at the border is harsh, it is free. I haven't been this unrestrained for a long time.
Pass."
Opening the wine jar, the aroma of wine hit her face, and Feng Qingchen couldn't help but sniff: "Good wine." In the Imperial City, she didn't dare to drink even if she had wine, for fear of getting into trouble or saying the wrong thing after drinking.
"You are praising yourself, this wine is yours, I am just borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha." Yu Wenyuanhua couldn't help the greed in his belly. After opening it, he took a swig and said, "It's not strong enough."
"You still don't mind drinking some." Feng Qingchen also held the wine jar and poured it into his mouth.
After the two of them drank for a while, Feng Qingchen put the wine jar by his side and looked ahead blankly: "You, what are we doing in this life? We work hard and climb high, but in the end we just eat.
Eat and drink enough."
Beiling is right in front of her, and Feng Qingchen feels a bit timid about her hometown. She hopes in her heart that Fengli can give her a sense of belonging, just like the Feng Mansion, but she is also afraid that the Fengli clan will exclude her and bring her down.
She is an outsider.
"There are many responsibilities and honours. Moreover, it is not easy to have enough food and drink. Do you know how to farm? How can you keep your family business without rights?
Take me for example, as long as I hand over the military power, the world is big and I can’t leave, but I can’t leave. If you and I leave, we have no rights. What will my brothers do? What if the new generals treat them badly?
, what should we do if we exclude them?" Yuwen Yuanhua drank while drinking, and soon the jar of wine was empty.
Yu Wenyuanhua threw the wine jar away casually, not caring about the cold weather, and lay down with his head on his arms: "Feng Qingchen, look at the mink coat you are wearing, I took people hunting.
Yes, but in the end...those of us who risk our lives are not qualified to wear it."
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Qingchen turned his head and looked at Yuwen Yuanhua.
She knew that Yuwen Yuanhua's wine was not good to drink.
"I just want to tell you that my heart is not big, and I don't want much. If one day, your family wants to become the world leader, remember to tell him what I said to you." He was prepared for a rainy day. As a military commander, he
no way.
If he has military power and is brave and fierce, he will be suspected of having great achievements and shaking the master. But if he has no one and can't fight, he will only kill his brother. He has no choice.
"Why don't you go and fight him yourself? You know he is not that kind of person." Yuwen Yuanhua was as cautious as ever. It is not unreasonable for the Yuwen clan to be passed down from the previous dynasty to the present.
"He is the monarch and I am the minister. When a minister expresses his loyalty in front of the monarch, you will believe it as a monarch." Besides, he is not the kind of person who swears to the sky that he is loyal to someone.
The Yuwen family betrayed the previous dynasty and Emperor Dongling. If he wants to be in front of the Nine Emperors Uncle, he will be loyal to the Nine Emperors Uncle and never betray him. The Nine Emperors Uncle will not believe it, and of course he himself will not believe it.
"If you ask me to go, he won't believe it." Feng Qingchen thought of the history of the Yuwen family and said with emotion: This family has a history of betrayal, more than once.
However, Feng Qingchen did not hate it. Those who know what is practical are heroes. The Yuwen family just recognized the situation. If General Yuwen had not seen the situation correctly, the Yuwen family would have been exterminated long ago, and the Yuwen army would not exist.
"You are different. Friend Qingchen helped me once, don't worry, I am not a snobbish person. When the day comes, he doesn't believe me, I will hand over the military power, as long as he allows me to lead
Leave my cronies." If that day comes, he will not become the general of the new dynasty.
In just one hundred years, the Yuwen family has changed three owners in a row, and they will be scolded by scholars all over the world.
"Since you are so determined, what are you afraid of?" Feng Qingchen shook the wine jar with a bitter look on his face.
Why is there still more than half of the jar? It's almost killing her.
"I'm afraid that I will be destroyed before I can delegate my power." Yu Wenyuanhua was also direct and carefree, as if he was defenseless, but Feng Qingchen understood that Yuwen Yuanhua was only like this in front of her, and he was like this on purpose.
"Okay, one day, I will definitely protect you." Feng Qingchen stood up, patted the ashes on his body, and picked up the wine jar beside him: "Leng, I'm going back first."
"Yeah." Yu Wenyuanhua remained motionless, lying on the ground and looking at the dark starry sky with a confused look on his face.
He didn't know if what he was doing was right. He just wanted to keep the Yuwen family army, that's all...
Feng Qingchen returned to the camp and put half a jar of wine on the table: "You heard the conversation just now."
"I heard it." Feng Qingchen drank wine, her cheeks were flushed, and she looked even more charming under the light.
"Do you believe it or not?" Feng Qingchen poured a glass of cold water before suppressing the alcoholic drink on it: "This peach blossom wine has been stored for an extra year, so why is the wine so strong?"
"Don't drink with him in the future." Uncle Nine Emperors wet the handkerchief and wiped Feng Qingchen's face.
"I won't have a chance in the future. I haven't seen him for two years, and Yu Wenyuanhua is still the same. He hasn't changed at all. If he hadn't plotted against him once, I definitely wouldn't think much about it." Feng Qingchen thought about how Yu Wenyuanhua was there back then.
She pretended to be pitiful in front of her, and then she asked Yu Wenyuanhua to find out about Su Wenqing, which made Feng Qingchen angry.
At that time, Yu Wenyuanhua had long wanted to seek refuge with Uncle Nine Emperors, but he thought it was not worth relying on him, so he wanted to trick Uncle Nine Emperors into actively seeking him out, but...
She was fooled by Yuwen Yuanhua and thought she had done a good job.
"Do you think that a man who can command hundreds of thousands of troops would really be as brainless as he appears?" Uncle Nine Emperors took off Feng Qingchen's coat and slid his fingers across Feng Qingchen's cheeks with a provocative expression.
mean.
The room was quiet, except for the sound of Uncle Jiuhuang undressing Feng Qingchen. There seemed to be an ambiguous atmosphere flowing in the room. Everything fell into place, and it couldn't be more natural, but...
Just when Uncle Nine Emperors was about to take Feng Qingchen to bed, Feng Qingchen shivered all over and said aggrievedly: "Why do I feel so cold?" As soon as these words came out, the ambiguous atmosphere disappeared instantly.
"Why do you ruin the atmosphere so much?" Uncle Nine Emperors said helplessly.
"I really feel cold." Feng Qingchen felt aggrieved. She had just drank wine and her whole body was warm. Now that the wine was strong and she took off her coat again, could she not be cold?
"Don't say anything." The Nine Emperors Uncle looked at the sky...