Fields of Gold

Although Zhu Junyang has rarely been influenced by his own demons, he can hold his stomach fire, natural hegemony side leakage. As a general of Zhenbei, he also held the position of pioneer officer, led his soldiers, killed the Quartet on the battlefield, killed those tarts so that they cried and cried out for their mothers and failed to break the army.

The so-called Tatars, in fact, are a common denominator for some of the fierce nomadic peoples of the North. These immediate peoples, mostly cavalry, are highly combative, guerrilla and mobile, which gives the town's northern commanders and army a headache.

When the Yangxian King came to reinforce him, the leader of the North saw that he was very disappointed and that he was only a royal son who came to gold plated for military service. Ben didn't give him any hope. But he instantly punched me in the face and won. And only used the army they brought in.

Both Yangshen King's private soldiers and the Iron Blood Soldiers of the Forbidden Battalion are good fighters. Especially the Yangxian King's private soldiers are often beaten to death by their masters to survive. Everyone is specially trained to be tough and unwanted.

The army that was brought here this time, including thousands of cavalry, is mostly subordinate to the Palace of King Jing. Nobody in Beijing knows that the richest man in his younger life is the King of Yangshen, who brought dozens of rare things back from the West. Those exquisite clocks, exquisite gems, brilliant enamel utensils… sell in Beijing at a great price.

Not to mention the vegetables and melons that have been introduced since the winter of this year, which is enough for him to make a fortune. With money, you can't equip your own private army? Even armor and weapons are extremely advanced, not to mention a Mongolian horse. Those guard battalion officers and soldiers who went to the battlefield together thought that the Emperor was “my father” and that his equipment was superior among the other troops in Beijing. Compared to others, he was abused into scum...

The Yangxian King's private soldiers, led by their own masters and sons, were definitely the first and most desirable. Follow the barracks in the back, and you'll have to sweep them up and do the clean-up. Not to mention the original officers and soldiers of the border.

He held his breath and used his brutal methods against the Tatars. In the first battle, he instantly killed the first warrior of the Tatars and strangled his head against the battle flag. The militiamen rode the tall horse and swooped toward the frightened Tatars. Like a tiger out of the gate, they couldn't stop it!

Two armies against the base. Morale is vital! On Da-Ming's side, as soon as he entered the battlefield, he shouted and suppressed the flames of the Tatars in an instant. The battle that follows is just one side down. Zhu Junyang not only won the whole battle, but also broke the “poor Komo chasing” rule, forcing the other party back and forth!

Next, Da-Ming's army took the initiative and won again and again! And recovered the cities and pools that had been lost at the beginning of the Founding Fathers. Tatars retreated to the depths of the prairie and sent messengers on numerous occasions to seek peace.

At first, the Yangxian King did not accept each other's offer of peace, just chased the tar and fought. It was only at a time when the leader of the Tatars was about to collapse and despair that he had the difficulty of receiving the other messengers. The next negotiations are no longer within Zhu Junyang's terms of reference.

At this time, the north has floated with goose fur and snow. Looking at the snowflakes flowing like cotton, Zhu Junyang, wrapped in a silver mouse skin cloak, sees the slim and lively figure, running and jumping like an elf in the snow.

The winter in Beijing is much colder than Tang Gu. I don't know if that little girl is hiding in a room with a dragon or a firewall at this time. She is comfortably messing with her strange snack?

At the frontier, Zhu Junyang, still thinking about Yu Xiaograss, harvested a lot of precious leather in the hands of hunters in the North. Bright, warm, firefox leather? Pure colors, soft and delicate ferrets? Buy! Not to mention silver rat skins, brown fox skins, mink skins, etc.... Buy, Buy, Buy!

In addition to fur, there are precious medicines in the North! The results of the experiment on General Manager Liu prove that the pharmaceutical work of his little girl is exquisite, good medicine, and can produce better drugs. So, Centennial Ginseng, Millennial Ganoderma, Centennial Ho Wu or whatever, never let go! Rich is random!

After counting the days, he finally welcomed the messenger of the negotiations, and also brought the will of the Emperor to send his master back to the Dynasty. Zhu Junyang, who felt like an arrow, took the wind and snow and led the army day and night. He returned to Beijing more than a dozen days earlier than expected, in total disregard of the soldiers.

It was getting closer and closer to his little girl. Zhu Junyang felt somewhat frightened. How's his little girl? Do you miss him as much as he thinks of her? Did you have a good meal? Has he grown? That exciting and conflicting mood that he had never experienced in his life.

Triumph of the army, surely the advanced palace “describing the position”. Zhu Junyang entered the Golden Palace with a certain amount of resentment, holding on to the thought of the little girl. In fear of Xiaograss worrying, General Manager Liu Fusheng was sent out to report peace to Yu Xiaograss.

Yu Xiaoxu heard from General Manager Liu about his experience of rebellion and support. He was both happy for the King of Yangxian and afraid that General Manager Liu would not report the news and conceal his master's injuries. She couldn't stay in Zhuangzi. She wanted to see Zhu Junyang immediately to make sure he was safe and sound.

Tolerance waited for Chief Liu Fusheng to finish his tea, ate a few more snacks, and Yu Xiaograss proposed to return to Beijing. If Liu Fusheng doesn't say anything, pick up his cape and go outside! Go back to the capital early. Let Yu meet the master sooner. I'm sure the master will be happy!

Leaving Xichun staring at Zhuangzi, Yu Xiaograss refused Wutong and Xiaoyu's proposal to let her ride in the carriage, rolled over her horse and dusted away in the snow.

In the blizzard of snow, a bright, flaming horse of fur, a tiny figure in a flaming red satin cloak, ridden with dust. Bright and bright colors add a warm, shiny touch to the cool winter dusk.

The first snow season in winter was not as dense as the North, with a thin layer on the ground as tearing cotton. But it doesn't affect the speed of the pony in any way. The wind, scratched on the face, has gone from tingling to numbness, without feeling anything. Hold the reindeer's hand, as cold as ice. Yu Xiaowei didn't realize that he forgot to wear gloves or scarves. The body is colder than the heat that comes from the heart. Returning to the capital early, meeting him early seemed to be the only thought in her mind.

He tried to keep up with Liu Fusheng, the chief executive behind Yu Xiaograss, and called himself bitter in his heart. Miss Yu, Master Yu, Miss Yu! Slow down! The red horse under your crotch can trample the snow higher than the master's cloud. The old slave's horse, though divine, is almost cut off. It's not, the farther you get dumped, the less you can see that dusty shadow.

Winter days are short and the weather darkens earlier. Winds and snowstorms are getting bigger and lower visibility. Suddenly, in the dark twilight, blocked by snow, a strong figure appeared in the gaze of the remaining weeds.

Even though the figure was so vague that it was almost impossible to recognize her, Yu Xiaoxue thought by instinct that it was the person she wanted to meet!

The figure grows in sight from small to blurry to clear. Yu Xiaograss had not yet had time to see the man's face. Red under his crotch recognized the man's ride with an astonishing perception of the animal, and made a howling noise with joy and arrogance.

Both horses are a rare thousand miles of good fighters, one red, one black and two shadows, pulling fast until they meet...

Zhu Junyang stared greedily at that delicate little face… pointy chin, big eyes, long, curly eyelashes, red, moist mouth, and a red nose blown by the cold wind. Seeing Grass's face and hands, he was exposed to the cold wind. Zhu Junyang couldn't help but frown.

“Didn't you... go into the palace to be holy?” Yu Xiaograss's incredibly big eyes sparkle with crystalline little joy. After weighing the Yangshen King up and down again, he asked uncomfortably, "Are you all right? Are you hurt...”

Unfinished, accompanied by a whispering shout, her body was lifted by a powerful arm, her hips left the saddle, and after returning to God, she sat on the horse of the other side and was taken into a warm embrace.

A familiar, black-and-white rabbit towel scarf, with the temperature of the person, wrapped her little face with only a pair of distinct black and white eyes. This scarf, in her spare time, was twisted into wool with rabbit wool and cotton thread and woven by hand. I was going to give it to my father or my godfather. Who knows, after being seen by the Yangshen King, robbed like a bandit!

I didn't expect him to wear it this time when he went to the North to level the rebellion. The unconscious little face, warmed by the warm soft feeling on the rabbit towel scarf, actually has a sour meaning in the eyes. She sucked on her nose and smelled him on the scarf, faint, yet unoblivious.

In previous life, Yu Xiaograss could knit sweater. When her brother and sister went to school, to save money, she bought wool and learned to knit sweaters from her neighbors. Later, the conditions at home were good, and the brothers and sisters had their jobs, and the sweaters of all colors and comforts in the mall were better than her hand-woven. She just stopped knitting sweaters for her brother and sister. After wearing it, I haven't touched the wool and knitting needles for many years and have lost a lot of life.

This hands-on scarf, with loose and tight hands and a combed pin, is not a success and naturally does not represent her level. In fact, she was going to wait until she was skilled to knit one for him. As a result, he took the “defect" and gave it to himself.

“Why don't you have a neck and gloves? Why go to the Imperial Palace on such a cold day? What if it's freezing? It's not like you can't live without so many fields in the Imperial Palace!” Zhu Junyang's gentle reproach was filled with heartache and perseverance.