After Rebirth, I Became a Powerful Minister’s Beloved

Ning Wanzhou stared at the tents and turned the red tassel gun indifferently.

After all, they are a family with a deep foundation. Even if they are sentenced to exile, they still don't have to endure the pain of sleeping in the open air. Look, there is a big tent with a high bed and soft pillows for them to rest.

The young man put away the red tassel gun and stretched out his hand to the side: "Bring the arrow."

A black-faced strong man immediately presented an iron arrow.

He looked at Ning Wanzhou, his expression showing some respect.

He was a man born and raised in the Northern Territory. He joined the army when he was young. He also fought in several tough battles with Ning Su, the Duke of the town, many years ago. He was a soldier who fought his way out of a pile of corpses.

After learning that Duke Zhen Guo had died at the hands of traitors, the two hundred thousand troops in northern Xinjiang almost mutinied overnight.

The lieutenants were quarreling day and night. Some wanted to rush into Chang'an to avenge the Duke of Zhen. Some wanted to stand still and wait for the situation. Practice has been delayed.

When the army was demoralized, the young prince came to northern Xinjiang.

He remembered that when he first met the young prince, almost all the lieutenants looked down upon him and were disappointed.

Such a young man with tender skin, red lips, and white teeth looks like a delicate young man who grew up in a honey pot. How can he know how to lead an army in battle?

Although he is the only legitimate son of Lord Zhen Guo, he is not worthy to lead them at all, and he is not worthy to be the master of the Northern Xinjiang fiefdom.

So they acted in various ways, joking with the young master on the surface, but secretly they despised the young man and treated his orders with a perfunctory attitude.

The group of generals who were loyal to the Duke of Zhen Guo, with extremely despairing hearts, believed that the Northern Xinjiang fiefdom was finished, the 200,000 troops were finished, and sooner or later they would be annexed by Queen Shen.

The already bad situation was made worse by the harassment and plunder of the Northern Wei cavalry.

Those ruffians of the Northern Wei Dynasty liked to take advantage of the spring wheat seedlings to sow and grow, leading large numbers of cavalry to attack wheat fields at night, trampling the good wheat seedlings into a mess, and then marching away.

This happens every year, and it’s hard to guard against.

No one expected that the seemingly delicate young man would dare to lead more than a dozen of his subordinates silently, lurk in the wheat fields late at night, and wait for three days and nights. He actually defended the army. swelling of the liver.

No one knows what kind of fierce battle he went through that night.

In the early morning, the horn sounded in the camp, and they walked out of the tent. From a distance, they saw the delicate young man, half covered in blood, with half a broken sword stuck in his chest, driving a chariot through the camp gate with an expressionless face.

On the chariot, hundreds of heads of Northern Wei soldiers were piled up.

The camp, crowded with soldiers, was inexplicably quiet at this moment.

Everyone stared blankly at the young man.

When the horn sound in the camp gradually subsided, a girl wearing a Hu Feng narrow-sleeved coat and skirt, with a round and white face, holding a newly folded peach blossom in her hand, opened the curtain and walked out.

She knelt on one knee in front of the chariot and presented the peach blossom to the boy, with a pious and respectful attitude.

She raised her face with a bright smile: "Congratulations, Mr. Guo, for winning the first battle!"

The long wind from the south passes through the seaside plains, through the mountains and rivers of Kyushu, and through the Gobi grasslands of northern Xinjiang, carrying a bit of gentle spring,

It blew quietly on the young man's cold but determined face.

Following Nan Baozhu's congratulations, the lieutenants looked at each other for a long time and nodded slowly, finally recognizing Ning Wanzhou's strength and finally willingly accepting the new fiefdom owner.

They all knelt down and celebrated the victory loudly.

The young man had a firm look on his face and leaned over to accept the peach blossom offered by Nan Baozhu.

Peach blossoms bloom in the spring breeze.

He is no longer the idle young man in Chang'an City.

He is the new Duke of Zhenguo and the new king of Northern Xinjiang.

Long stars are scattered in the rising sun in the sky.

Ning Wanzhou took the bow and arrow from the strong man with a black face and looked down at the big tent at the foot of the mountain.

The arrows had a whistle, and as he loosened the bowstring, the arrows made a deafening whistling sound, rushing towards the tent like a strong wind.

Sudden movements woke up the Zhao family members in several camps. Led by Zhao Bing and Zhao Wu, they walked out of the camps one after another and curiously checked what was going on outside.

Ning Wanzhou curled her lips.

He threw away the bow and arrow, picked up the red tassel gun, and suddenly clamped the horse's belly: "Kill!"

Thousands of cavalry followed closely behind, galloping down the hillside like a stormy wave!

When Zhao Bing and his son saw Ning Wanzhou, their faces turned green with fright. They quickly shouted and fled into the tent, loudly urging the guests and guards to resist the enemy invaders.

There were only a few hundred guardsmen responsible for escorting them.

They had never seen the cavalry in Northern Xinjiang. They were all like paper city walls. They scattered everywhere when the wind blew. They could not protect the Zhao family at all.

Ning Wanzhou had conflicts with each other, but in just a few moments, he managed to deal with the imperial guards and retainers.

He tightened the reins and stared at the Zhao family father and son who were holding gold and silver treasures and planning to escape in the chaos. He turned the red tassel gun in his hand and smiled sinisterly.

The spring morning in the north is still a bit chilly.

There are only a few peach blossoms blooming next to the official road, which embellish the desolate green brick post road with a slight pink color, as if to tell the passing travelers that the mountains and rivers in the North are not all cold and windy.

A girl wearing a narrow-sleeved bearded skirt and a wide cloak, riding a fast horse, hurried towards the end of the post road.

Xu was sleeping in the open air all the way, and the girl did not apply makeup. The dust that hit her face stained her red skirt. The original color of her leather boots was no longer distinguishable. Even her formerly round and white chin looked a bit more pointed and pretty.

Finally we reached the hillside.

Nan Baozhu built a pergola with his hands and looked towards the foot of the mountain.

The ground was bloody and corpses lay everywhere.

The cavalrymen in Northern Xinjiang laughed and searched for property. The young man was sitting on a high pile of corpses, with the blood-stained heads of Zhao Bing and his son under his feet. He was taking off the bag from his waist and looking up to drink.

Nan Baozhu's eyes gradually became gentle.

She rode down the hillside and said, "My lord."

Ning Wanzhou was stunned, put away the wine bag, and helped Nan Baozhu off the horse: "Why is sister here?"

He glanced at the tired horse and couldn't help frowning: "You came here on horseback alone after hundreds of miles? My sister is too much nonsense, are you not afraid of encountering bandits?"

Nan Baozhu hugged his waist: "I was afraid that you would be lonely, so I rushed here..."

Some people will feel happy when a great revenge is avenged.

But more people will feel lonely and sad, right?

Because no matter how many enemies are killed, loved ones will still not be able to come back to life. The so-called revenge of a great revenge cannot bring comfort at all. On the contrary, it will make people fall into the despair of losing their goals.

The golden sunshine dances on the girl's face, graceful and gentle.

Ning Wanzhou was hugged by her, and the steel turned into softness around her fingers. She couldn't blame her anymore.

He kissed Nan Baozhu's red lips.

He suddenly picked up the girl and walked towards a tent.

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