"He Yan Qihong sits firmly in the rear and asks his sons to escort the army rations to the rear, but he asks my two sons to shed their lives and blood in the front. He is here to earn fame and wealth. What a good one has nothing to do with him!"

Yan Qiwei asked angrily, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes smoothing out due to his suddenly widened eyes.

Fang Qiao stared at Yan Qiwei, who was glaring angrily, and argued with him in a deep voice: "How do you know that Yan Shuai is sitting firmly in the rear? How do you know that escorting grain and grass in the rear is not more dangerous than the front? Since you know so much about military affairs, how can you do that?

I don’t know that there was a traitor who colluded with Xirong, causing Xirong’s army to sneak attack our army’s rear, to deprive our army of food rations, and to trap our army to death in the border desert!”

After that, Fang Qiao stared at Yan Qiwei, who was still full of ridicule, and regretted in his heart: "Do you know what the scene was like back then? It was a real mountain of bones and bones, with rivers of blood! Yan Shuai sent your son to guard the front because he had received the letter early in the morning.

, let them go to seek for their lives! I thought I was smart and wanted to support Yan Shuai to rebel against the Xirong army, but I told your son to know Yan Shuai's plan to come with me to help. On the way to support, I was ambushed by Xirong.

Go to death!"

Fang Qiao spoke so hard that his face turned red with excitement. He gasped for breath and looked at Yan Qiwei who was overwhelmed by the truth and looked in disbelief. He continued in a calm voice: "Your son is a hero. He fought desperately to break out and save Yan Qiwei."

Shuai and the others tore open the enemy's encirclement, and that was how they won the victory."

"But because we left our posts without authorization to return to the rear, the front line was lost, and the army had to retreat to Erjun. One-third of the territory in Western Xinjiang was occupied by the Xirong."

Speaking of the painful place, Fang Qiao suddenly asked Yan Qiwei, "Since you know so much, do you know what we saw when we took back the occupied territory from the Xirong people?"

Yan Qiwei rolled his cloudy eyes dully, looking at Fang Qiao but saying nothing.

Fang Qiao didn't seem to need Yan Qiwei's answer. He took a breath and answered to himself with tears in his eyes: "This is purgatory on earth!"

"Your son still had Yan Shuai to carry out their bones, and a whole body was buried. But in the occupied territory, those who failed to evacuate in time had even their bones gnawed clean by the wolf riders tamed by Xirong.

!”

Fang Qiao's voice trembled when he talked about the tragic situation that year, "The scattered human bones and limbs were piled in a big pit, and not even a complete piece of flesh and blood could be found. Human heads were stuck in the wood like flags.

On the pile, he stared at us with angry or frightened eyes."

"Those people drank and ate meat with us. They were comrades-in-arms, fellow villagers, brothers, and friends. But without exception, they all stared at us."

"They're asking why we were AWOL!"

Fang Qiao grabbed the skirt of his clothes and hammered his chest. The ravines carved by the years on his old face were filled with tears. "I dare not go back to the frontier. I have no shame to go back!"

Looking at Fang Qiao, who was in deep pain, Yan Qiwei's hands holding the beads were shaking, his eyes were slightly red under his wrinkles, and thousands of retorts were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't speak for a long time.

After Fang Qiao calmed down, he wiped away his tears and said: "Afterwards, the court wanted to investigate the responsibility. It was Yan Shuai who took the blame alone, so that your son could walk back to his hometown and be buried in splendor. He took off his armor and was tortured."

, almost half of his life was lost, and he spent all his wealth to support the soldiers and civilians. Did you ever know this?!"

At this point, Fang Qiao was full of regret, "Yan Shuai said that you have never been upright and clear about love and hate. He was afraid that you would blame Kang Jun after knowing the truth. Kang Xing left his post without permission. He asked me to hide the truth from you, but I didn't want you to do it.

You have taken advantage of the situation and want to overthrow the Yan family and bring chaos to the world!"

"How could you?!"

Fang Qiao rebuked sadly, "You pity your son and can't bear to take my life, how can you have the heart to disrupt this peaceful and prosperous world that your son has guarded with his life?!"

Fang Qiao cried out and asked repeatedly, but Yan Qiwei, who was asked, had eyes filled with tears, shook his head slowly and heavily, his lips wriggled, and silently repeated a single word: "No, no..."

There was silence inside the door, and there was also silence outside the door.

Yan Qing's eyes in front of the door were red and his fists were clenched tightly. He wished he could slaughter all the Xirong and pay for this blood debt!

"...No, that's not right..."

After a moment of silence in the room, Yan Qiwei's hoarse old voice suddenly came again. After a brief hesitation, he seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw, and suddenly became fierce again, "Are you leading me astray? I will not do what you want.

!”

"Even if what you said is true, it's still the Wen family's fault!"

Yan Qiwei roared hoarsely, his hoarse voice like a poisonous snake spitting messages, cold and spiteful, "If the Wen family hadn't ordered the attack on Xirong, how could Xirong come? My son was killed by them, they were the ones who killed him!"

Hearing Yan Qiwei's words, Yan Qing wished he could knock on the door and go in, point his nose at him and scold him.

Xirong has been coveting the fertile territory of Wu'an for a long time, and has already stationed troops on the border between the two countries. The late emperor made a decisive decision to send troops to Xirong before Xirong was fully prepared, and was surrounded by Xirong. Both sides suffered losses. If he did not take the initiative to attack, he would wait until Xirong was ready.

If we attack them all, where will the current Wu'an be?

"Confused!"

A sudden sharp shout stopped Yan Qing, who was about to knock on the door and come in, and the next words made her feet rooted to the spot.

"The enemy of the country hates you for not being able to see clearly. You can't decide which is lighter or more important. You don't even want to believe the facts before you. You are just blinded by self-righteous hatred! It is in vain that Yan Shuai paid you a deep understanding.

Righteousness! Damn! I think you, Yan Laoer, are a fucking idiot! You are beyond stupid!"

"If I don't give a damn about you anymore, I'll be a pig!"

Fang Qiao was so angry that Yan Qiwei cursed, "I want to see how much trouble you, an old man like you, can make if you die in this Hou's mansion!"

After saying that, Fang Qiao turned around and slammed the door angrily and left.

Yan Qing, who had dodged before Fang Qiao went out, stood in front of the door again, looked at Fang Qiao's furious back, and looked back at Yan Qiwei, who was sitting on the couch with his eyes dull and clasping beads of Buddha.

Mixed feelings.

Yan Qing stood in front of the door for a long time, burning incense, looking at Yan Qiwei for a long time, and even had the illusion that the person sitting there was him.

It wasn't until he remembered the sound of bangs telling time outside the house that Yan Qing suddenly woke up and realized that it was late.

Yan Qing took one last look at Yan Qiwei, who seemed to be in a daze, then turned and left Lanzhu Garden.

The moment Yan Qing left, Yan Qiwei raised his head slightly and looked at the corner where Yan Qing was standing. He didn't know what he was thinking in his calm eyes, but the hand holding the beads paused for a moment, and then suddenly tightened it.

, a face that was already wrinkled became more wrinkled and shrunken.

Outside the Hou Mansion, the carriage has been waiting for a long time.

When Yan Qing came out, he saw Yan Qing stopping in front of the car and turning his head, looking at the seal on the Minister's Mansion with complicated eyes.

Hongzhuang, who had just returned from Western Xinjiang after completing the handover with Meng Shulan, followed Yan Qing's line of sight and opened and closed her mouth.

"Let's go."

Yan Qing didn't stand for a long time. He looked away after just one glance and got on the carriage.
Chapter completed!