The Life Through Books of the Salted Fish Family

"Guanzhou has long taken measures to accept refugees from Xizhou. The three gentlemen are willing to surrender, and they have their own considerations." Yan Huaiwen said two words in a gentle voice: "People's hearts!"

"It's up to me!" Yan Yu took it without leaving any gaps, laughing so hard that his eyes disappeared: "Hahaha! The people's hearts are on our side!"

Yan Huaiwen: "The prince has been away for many years, and his contacts in the capital are sparse. The other princes are in charge of affairs, making friends with the powerful, recruiting guests, surrounding the emperor, accompanying him day and night. The prince's grace and the minister's respect are not as good as mine. All I can do is to put more effort in other places."

"This world belongs to one person, but it also belongs to millions of people."

Yan Yu looked at his uncle and felt a gleam in his uncle's eyes.

"Look at the pasture of one place and you will get a glimpse of the whole territory."

"Guanzhou, Leshan, and Xizhou are the three prefectures that represent the rule of the prince, the officials in the court, and the people of Dajin."

Yan Huaiwen breathed a sigh of relief and said in a gentle voice: "Although there are many disasters, His Royal Highness the King of England does not complain or complain, nor does he ask God for forgiveness. He is only concerned with helping the people, never doing empty things, always working hard, listening to good advice, following good advice, and being self-disciplined. Our Great Jin needs such a king."

The future is precarious and there is no need for so-called imperial tactics. A pragmatic person like the King of England is just right.

"Once the north is pacified, our focus will shift to the capital, and we will use our unparalleled achievements in suppressing the rebellion to build momentum and make our voice heard!"

Yan Huaiwen looked towards the direction of the capital through the rays of light and said in a loud voice:

"Prestige outside, virtue and benevolence inside, this is what the people want!"

"It can bear the weight of the emperor!"

Yan Yu felt hot in his head when he heard this, and it felt like there was a little man in his heart, jumping around and making a lot of noise.

So exciting!

Suddenly I got the excitement of the talent show!

It feels like we are all excited to see the prince off to his debut!

Paving the way for you, working hard for you, building momentum for you, and giving everything for you!!!

"Uncle, Xiao Er is willing to go to Xizhou to persuade them to surrender!" Yan Yu's thoughts were particularly clear.

"No, please go in person, Your Highness." Yan Huaiwen made clear arrangements for the Prince of England.

Yan Yu nodded.

Brother Crown Prince, you have to work harder to get your father's C position.

"But his injury..." Yan Yu reminded in a low voice.

"It's fine now." Yan Huaiwen paused and said, "I'm afraid it will be inconvenient to walk in the future, so let the prince go. If he succeeds, it will be considered a merit in the future."

Yan Yu understood.

If the King of England ascends the throne, then the eldest brother, the Crown Prince, will be the eldest son of the Emperor and the most legitimate successor to the throne.

But he had a leg disease left by the war, and when he walked...

The internal fighting among the royal family can be used to write countless novels and provide a living for thousands of authors.

If someone brings up the eldest prince's legs, then, like the King of England, the eldest prince will also need to add more weight to consolidate his position.

"How is the waiter?" Yan Huaiwen asked with concern.

His eyes roamed up and down, as if searching for any hidden injuries.

"I'm fine, just a few scrapes at most!" Yan Yu laughed, raising his hands and feet to show his uncle. He stretched out a pair of chubby little hands, with hard palms covered with calluses from repeated wear and tear. There were a few wounds, but they had been simply treated and the bleeding had stopped.

Yan Huaiwen washed his hands, took out a porcelain bottle from his arms, and carefully applied medicine to her.

This is the medicine for external injuries prepared by Qiuxiang. Yan Yu already has it on him. I don’t know when my uncle carried a bottle with him.

"Uncle, is there any news from Longxing?" Yan Yu thought of the Western Rong army that had been divided.

Yan Huaiwen shook his head and said softly, "No."

Yan Yu pursed her lips.

No news? That doesn't sound good.

She would rather her uncle said that someone from Longxing came to ask for help.

"Uncle, send someone to Longxing to take a look. Otherwise, how about our Yan family army?"

The victory of Huju was due to the strong support of Dingguo Army from outside and the empty financial resources of Guanzhou from within.

Even if Longxing defended and waited for the attack, taking advantage of the geographical situation, the half of the Western Rong army was not something that Longxing’s city gates could defend against. Once the Western Rong broke through the city defenses…

"I have ordered all the remaining soldiers who can fight to come back to help." Yan Huaiwen said calmly: "Right now, the tiger is in a stalemate. Apart from your Yan family army, there are only wounded and disabled people on the ground."

"The rebels, they won't come back to attack, will they?" Yan Yu immediately shook his head like a rattle: "No, no, once the rebel king died, they were surrounded by us from both inside and outside and were scared out of their wits. Those so-called barbarian reinforcements, seeing the situation was not good, ran away faster than them."

"Oh, by the way, uncle, my mother shot the rebel king to death!" Yan Yu could not hide his excitement, and his voice became higher unconsciously: "My mother was such a great archer! As soon as the rebel king entered the shooting range, she shot three arrows in a row, and the last big arrow hit him, hahaha, it went straight into his chest, leaving such a big hole. The two military doctors who were captured alive said that the rebel king did not utter a complete sentence until his death. We don't even know what he wanted to say. His three sons, their old father hasn't died yet, but they're already fighting for power. They're not easy to deal with. They even want to hide the news of his death. Let's shoot him down first, huh! It's a nice thought..."

"Waiter!" Yan Huaiwen interrupted her, staring into her eyes without wavering, and said word by word: "It was you, Yan Xiaoqi, who was in charge of the crossbow bed, deployed the bow formation, blocked the rebel army under the city, pierced countless enemies with your bow, and shot the rebel king to death!"

Yan Yu opened her mouth and pointed at herself, "Me? No, uncle, it's my mother, it's..."

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Yan Huaiwen held her hand, exerted a little force, and said firmly: "It's you."

Yan Yu couldn't close her mouth and her eyes were wide open.

She understood, she understood.

No wonder her mother, although obviously worried about her, still hurried back to the village with her aunt as soon as the war was over.

No wonder her mother didn't let her confirm the exact number of rebels shot dead, but told her to leave everything to her uncle.

No wonder, no matter how big or small the crossbows were, they were all surrounded by her Yan family soldiers, with no outsiders present. She had clearly said before that she would teach the border soldiers nearby, so that without them, others would not be able to operate these crossbows...

"But I came back from outside, and many people saw it," said Yan Yu.

She's not bragging, but she's really hard to ignore on the battlefield and has a strong presence.

Yan Xiaoqi was killing like crazy with the saber, and the blood was flying everywhere. Her mother couldn't stand it from afar, so she confiscated the sword from behind. That's when she used her spear to clear the way and hit the main tent of the rebel army...

"After rescuing the prince and returning, have you moved the crossbow bed?" Yan Huaiwen asked indifferently.

have.

Yan Yu closed his mouth and swallowed.

Her mother wouldn't let her out of sight. How could she not touch the crossbow bed in such a small space? Not only did she help load the arrows, she also shot several times under her mother's aim.

It turns out that everything has a traceable path.

At that time, had my mother and uncle already decided to give all the credit to her?

Just like she once put all the credit on her father.

Because dad can get promoted and get rewards.

If it were her, she would probably only get the reward money, which would be a loss no matter how you look at it.

Now, she also has the conditions.

She, Yan Xiaoqi, is a government official.

Then, if she has military merit, it will also maximize the interests of the family.

"It was your mother who brought it up." Yan Huaiwen smoothed her hair, his eyes gentle: "As a parent, all plans are for the sake of your children." (End of this chapter)