Being refuted by Yan Qing in public, Wen Zhemao suddenly became angry. He clenched his hands behind his back tightly, and his eyes became sinister, but his face remained gentle and courteous.

"General Yan is serious."

Wen Zhemao said, "Although the two families have been separated, blood is thicker than water. Now that the Marquis has passed away, Shi Lang is the only male in the Yan family. He will take more care of his younger siblings and nieces. Shi Lang Yan, what do you think?

Yes or no?"

"Yes, yes, my second brother died for the country. How could I bear to let my younger siblings and Qing'er live on the streets?"

Yan Kangping hurriedly came out to guarantee that he had completely forgotten about his previous plans to demolish the funeral hall of Yan Qing's father and brother. He acted like a good brother and said to Yan Qin, "Don't worry, brothers and sisters. Although according to Wu'an's laws, Kang Ming has gone

After that, you will have to move out of the Marquis Mansion, but as long as I inherit the Marquis position, I will take care of your mother and daughter emotionally and rationally. This Marquis Mansion will still be your home, and you can stay there as long as you want."

"Haha, did Mr. Yan forget what I said two days ago?"

Yan Qing sneered and stood in front of Yan Qin, "I'm afraid you, as a civil servant, cannot bear the responsibility of the position of Marquis of Zhenxi."

Wen Zhemao's expression changed. What did Yan Qing mean? Could it be that she already had a candidate she was optimistic about?

If she recommended someone else to the position, then not only would it be of no benefit to him to win over Yan Kangping, but he would also make himself embarrassed!

Wen Zhemao turned to look at Yan Kangping.

Yan Kangping trembled and immediately turned his eyes away, not daring to look at Wen Zhemao.

Wen Zhemao was furious.

What a great Yan Kangping!

How dare you plot against him!

"According to the system, it is Shi Lang Yan who will inherit the position of Marquis of Zhenxi." Wen Zhemao said while suppressing the anger in his heart.

Not only was he reasoning with Yan Qing, but he was also convincing himself that Yan Kangping still had a chance.

Now among the four border armies, only Western Xinjiang has not taken a stand.

Even if there is only a glimmer of opportunity, he will never let it go!

"Of course, but the prince may have forgotten that I also have a chance."

Yan Qing looked at Wen Zhemao with a half-smile but not a smile, "The laws of our dynasty do not restrict women from joining the nobility. On the contrary, the founding father of Wu'an, Marquis Anyuan, was born as a daughter."

As soon as this statement came out, everyone was in an uproar.

"Marquis Anyuan followed Emperor Gaozu to conquer the north and south, and shocked the six countries and nine continents. What kind of heroic figure is he? How dare she, a yellow-haired girl, dare to compare herself to Marquis Anyuan?"

"Don't say it so absolutely. General Yan is less than fifteen years old, but he is quite prestigious among the troops stationed in the four frontiers. Do you know that he will not be the second Anyuanhou?"

"So what if she really becomes the second Marquis of Anyuan? If a woman leads the army, wouldn't that make the Xirong people laugh at us in Wu'an because we have no one to use?"

"What do you know? Isn't the Marquis Anyuan also a woman? He killed those naughty grandchildren until they cried for father and mother! As long as they beat those naughty grandchildren until they were all strewn with teeth, I, Li Guoan, would accept a baby as the coach.

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"Oh, you hero, you can bear the humiliation of those brats, but I can't stand it."

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Wen Zhemao was shocked by Yan Qing's boldness in wanting to control the army by himself, but he also breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing the looks on everyone's faces, he immediately had concerns.

"It's good that General Yan has such great ambitions, but these are not the troubled times after the founding of the country, and the title of Marquis Anyuan has not been passed down to future generations. The general is seriously injured, so it is better to rest. The power is tiring, and it is tightly held in his hands.

It will cost you your energy and hurt your body, and you may lose more than you gain."

"Your Majesty, what you said is interesting. Do you think I am greedy for power and intend to control the Hou Mansion?"

How could Yan Qing not hear the calculation in Wen Zhemao's words?

She sneered and straightened her back.

"I, Yan Qing, left Beijing when I was five years old and went to the border with my father and brother. I carried a gun and fought horses. I ate wild vegetables, lettuce, and drank white water and yellow sand! If I only wanted to fight for power and gain, staying in the Kangdu Marquis Mansion and enjoying wealth would be no better than enduring hardship in the frontier.

Being affected, it is a hundred times easier to wrap a body in horse leather?!"

Yan Qing's voice was as loud as a knife, and every word struck everyone's heart.

"Before his death, my father handed me the tiger talisman of the Yan family's army, and he risked his life to protect me from the siege. He ordered my brother to guard Jingmen with fifty thousand men. More than half of the 300,000 soldiers in Western Xinjiang were killed or injured, and not even a tenth of the Yan family's army was left alive. The bodies of my father and brother were burned.

We can only be buried with our clothes. Could it be that my Yan family's loyalty and loyalty fell into the eyes of the prince just for the word 'power'?!"

"General Yan misunderstood, I did not mean this."

Wen Zhemao bowed and apologized, "It's just that the army cannot be without a commander for a day. The general is seriously injured and may not be able to take on important tasks."

"Why did your Highness want to stop my father and brother's funeral?"

Yan Qing sneered, "It turns out that His Highness wants this Xijiang Commandery Seal."

Wen Zhemao's expression changed and he solemnly said: "General, be careful what you say, I have no such intention!"

"You have no such intention? Your Highness, everyone in the world is a fool."

Yan Qing's eyes were red and he spoke clearly and clearly, "Your Majesty trusts my Yan family and entrusts the commander's seal to the Yan family. The Yan family will be responsible for your majesty and for the lives of hundreds of thousands of people in Western Xinjiang. My brother died in the battle, and I will give the commander's seal to me."

Acting Commander, if you want me to hand over my seal of command, you can, there are two choices, one is to make the soldiers of Western Xinjiang willing to surrender their lives, the other is that I die!"

The onlookers had already given up on watching the show and stood solemnly, looking sadly at the two coffins carried out from the Zhenxi Hou Mansion. They spontaneously stood behind Yan Qing, silently, bowing their heads to bid farewell to the heroes.

Whether it was the Yan family army or the fellow Zhenxi Marquis who came to commemorate him, they were all moved by Yan Qing's words.

If it weren't for a country and a family, who would be willing to die in a foreign country?

"I am willing to fight with the general!"

Someone in the crowd shouted this, and the soldiers in mourning robes knelt on one knee and shouted, "I am willing to follow the general to protect my home and country!"

Wen Zhemao stood in the middle of the avenue, and the loud shouts behind Yan Qing seemed to drown him.

The people's aspiration, the commander-in-chief of Western Xinjiang has no hope now.

But the people are not officials, and the people in the court have to think about matters in the court, so there is no need for me to get into trouble at this time.

Putting aside his calculations, Wen Zhemao bowed respectfully to the coffin and said, "I hope there will be no war in my next life, and I hope that I will be healthy and peaceful in the next life."

"Make way for the Marquis of Zhenxi and the Crown Prince of Zhenxi!"

When red and white meet, it is the rule to proceed with white first.

Wen Zhemao's shouting actually showed that he was magnanimous.

Yan Qin took a deep look at Wen Zhemao, secretly tugged at the corner of Yan Qing's clothes, and bowed dignifiedly to Wen Zhemao: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

Yan Qing knew in her heart that Wen Zhemao wanted to restore his reputation, but if she did not thank him for the concession, she would be rude. If she stepped on Wen Zhemao's previous momentum, she would in turn ruin herself.

But even so, Yan Qing was unwilling to bow down to Wen Zhemao.

Yan Qing held his eldest brother's memorial tablet in front of his chest, stood respectfully and performed a military salute, and said: "Thank you for your kindness, Your Highness."

This is to follow the previous words and replace the commander-in-chief of Western Xinjiang with a woman!

"The little king is lucky. Madam Hou, General Yan, please."

Wen Zhemao suppressed the dark glow in his eyes, stepped back to the sedan chair, and gave way to the main road.

"Ling - spirit -"

"This man has traveled far away, and his relatives and friends are close to his heart. He will be reborn in bliss, and the sorrow is difficult to recover..."

Witches sang dirges, mourning and music resumed, paper money flew in the air, no one cried, but everyone's heart was heavy.

The funeral procession started from the Marquis Mansion through the west gate of Kangdu, and went to the Yan Family Tomb on the shade side of Mingshan Mountain in the western suburbs.

The person who sent the spirit looked at the white tomb and turned around with sadness in his heart, only to see the setting sun setting in the west.

"The Yan family fought in Western Xinjiang when they were alive, and looked to Western Xinjiang in death. How lucky are they to have such a border guard general in Western Xinjiang!"

I don't know who said this, everyone was shocked, and all their eyes fell on the remaining descendants of the Yan family.

Yan Qing supported Yan Qinshi and watched the new soil covering the black coffin little by little. His eyes were red but dry.

Useless tears do nothing but make sadness even sadder.

"Qing'er, come back."

Yan Qin looked at the two new tombs, wiped the tears on her face, and gently pulled Yan Qing, who was kneeling in front of the tombs.

"Um."

Yan Qing held Yan Qin's hand and helped her to the tomb not far away.

Luzhong is where the tomb keeper lives, and they will all live here today.

After Yan Qin went to bed, Yan Qing picked up a jar of wine and a food box and went out.
Chapter completed!