Dandere General and his Lord

Concubine Xu turned her face to the side and quietly wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with her sleeves.

Up to now, the person in this world who can miss her real husband, besides her, there are only the princess and Mrs.

When Ah Jia came in, he saw Cheng Qianye recognizing his name in Tuo Peng,

"The word Peng means to travel thousands of miles. In the future, our country in Great Jin will become larger and larger, and Peng'er will be like a big Peng spreading its wings to protect our country."

Cheng Peng sat on his father's lap with bright eyes, listening to his father narrate the wish given in his name.

Seeing Ajia coming in, Cheng Qianye took his son off his knees and asked Concubine Xu to lead him back.

She took the memorials handed by A Jia, and reviewed them one by one.

"Lord... lord." Ajia was hesitant.

"Tell me." Cheng Qianye didn't lift his head.

Ah Jia said slowly: "Master Zhou gave that Anan a name, followed by Master Zhou's surname Zhou, and called Zhou Ming."

Cheng Qianye raised his eyebrows and looked at Ah Jia.

"so what?"

Ah Jia's face turned a little red, he didn't speak for a long time, just looked at the piece of paper on Cheng Qianye's desk that Tuo Peng recognized his name.

Cheng Qianye laughed, flipped out a blank page, and picked up a pen: "Okay, I'll give you a name too. What's your last name? My last name is Cheng, or what name do you want?"

"Piece... Although I was still young at that time, I vaguely remember my surname Xia."

Cheng Qianye thought about it for a while, and then put down two correct words: "Fang Fei, why should you hate it, Xia Mu's yin and yang is lovely. It's summer now, and your surname is Xia, so let's call it Xia Fei."

She pulled out a bright and pleasant jade from the drawer, put it on the paper with Xia Fei's name written on it, and gave it to the girl beside her.

"Fei Tong Fei, Xia Fei, you are as beautiful as jade in my eyes."

When Zhang Fu was walking towards the Hall of Wu, he happened to meet Xia Fei who was standing on the corridor outside the hall.

The always indifferent Dead Servant held a thin page of white paper in both hands, on which was a piece of emerald green jade.

She lowered her head and stared at the gem that glistened in the summer sun, showing an expression Zhang Fu had never seen before.

"Ajia, what's wrong?" Zhang Fu asked.

Xia Fei came back to her senses, looked up at Zhang Fu, and showed her own smile in the sunlight,

"Master Zhang, I won't be called A Jia in the future. The lord gave me a name, Xia Fei."

Zhang Fu entered the Chaowu Hall, and Cheng Qianye was reading the front-line battle report sent by Mo Qiaosheng.

Mo Qiaosheng led an army of 200,000 people and had already crossed the Qinling Mountains towards Hanzhong, where Han Quanlin was located.

Han Quanlin was so angry that he personally led the army to fight as if he was facing a great enemy.

"Master Zhang, take a look, it's another good news, Qiaosheng has never let me down." Cheng Qianye handed over the military report excitedly.

Zhang Fu was not as happy as Cheng Qianye, he was silent for a moment, and then said, "My lord, General Mo has made great achievements in battle, shouldn't he be rewarded with something?"

"Of course," Cheng Qianye said, "according to his military exploits, he should be promoted to the sixteenth rank to become a nobleman."

"What if he really took over the whole of Hanzhong?"

"Then let him be promoted to Liehou, Guanneihou all the way."

Zhang Fu gave a salute: "At the speed of General Mo's meritorious deeds, there will always be a day when there will be no seal."

Cheng Qianye sat back and straightened her body. She looked at Zhang Fu and realized that there was something in his words: "Master Zhang, if you have any doubts in your heart, please speak directly."

Zhang Fu sighed helplessly, saluted, and said, "My lord, our Jin country has expanded its territory in recent years, its population has increased greatly, and its military strength has increased tenfold compared with two years ago. There are more than 400,000. But the army led by General Shan Feng Dumo numbered 200,000."

He looked at Cheng Qianye seriously, "Also, with the continuation of the war, his troops can continue to increase. He occupies the cities around Fengdu, and he can independently provide Han Quanlin without us providing food and grass. go to war."

"My lord, I know that you trust General Mo, but as the monarch of a country, you cannot rely solely on the word trust for the destiny of your country."

"I understand what you mean." Cheng Qianye looked at Zhang Fu, "I will seriously consider what you said. But I have my decision in my heart, and please trust my judgment."

Zhang Fu stopped talking, bowed his head and retired.

Cheng Qianye sighed, took out a private letter that Mo Qiaosheng had sent to her in the battle report, opened it slowly, and read it bit by bit.

The upright handwriting recorded the bits and pieces of life on the front line, and between the lines, there was an implicit lovesickness of the person who wrote the letter.

At the end of the letter, a very small line was written, which was a reply to the words of Cheng Qianye's last private letter:

As long as the lord likes it, even if it hurts me... it doesn't matter.

Cheng Qianye bit his lip: This guy has actually learned to hook people.

No matter what he can seal, when he has no seal, I will marry the princess to him.

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In addition, I saw a little cute discussing Yang Sheng's problem,

It doesn't mean that if Qiaosheng rebels, all the soldiers will follow him to rebel. For a monarch like Cheng Qianye, who is more popular, the generals under him have to take a greater risk if they rebel.

But as a monarch, he would definitely not rest assured that such a general who holds a heavy army in his hands and leads his troops to be self-sufficient, the territory that he has conquered in a circle will soon catch up with the country. Yang Sheng as

Qiaosheng's cronies must be considered from Qiaosheng's point of view. After all, this is related to Qiaosheng's life, and there is no real threat to the lord.

I feel that if it wasn't for the fact that the lord had enough trust in Qiaosheng, Qiaosheng would end up like Han Xin.

Chapter 104

It's autumn again,

Autumn is the harvest season of the year, and the princes who are not bound by the emperor seem to feel that it is time to harvest.

First, Hua Yuzhi from Qidi named himself the King of Jiaodong.

Luzon, who was next to him, did not want to be left behind, and immediately established himself as the King of Changshan.

After that, the king of Chu proclaimed himself the king of Chu An, and the monarchs of Wei, Song, and Lu also called themselves kings.

Even Han Quanlin, who was defeated by the Jin general Mo Qiaosheng in Hanyang and had been besieged in the capital Nanzheng for several months, also named himself a king of Han, in order to have the addiction to be king before he was completely defeated.

Only the Jin Kingdom, which has been in the limelight in the past two years, has not been in a hurry, and has never moved.

At this time, the capital of Jin State was Bianjing. Zhi Li Nei sent Xiao Jin out of the city and walked five miles before he found his lord on the top of a farmland.

Jinyue Hou Cheng Qianye and Da Sikong Cui Youyu squatted on the ridge side by side, looking at the fertile soil irrigated by the newly built water conservancy project.

Behind the two stood Cheng Feng, Xia Fei and a group of guards.

They helplessly looked at their golden and noble protagonist, and Zhenghao had no image to accompany the crazy Cui to touch the mud, making his hands full of mud.

Cui Youyu, who was usually taciturn in the courtroom, is now squatting beside the lord and exaggerating: "Now we have irrigated the Bianzhou area with water, using the river water to irrigate and flush the land near Bianjing with too much salt and alkali. It has become fertile and fertile land. According to the minister's understanding, the yield per mu of the common people has increased a lot this year compared with previous years."

Cheng Qianye touched his chin with his muddy hand: "But I heard that winter wheat is being grown in Jiaodong area. Jinzimeihe and Lazimei wheat can be grown twice a year. We still need a lot of land. We take turns to fallow, so that our 200 acres of fields are not as good as their 100 acres of crops, and we will suffer a loss.”

Cui Youyu is very professional in water conservancy construction, and he is also ignorant in agricultural affairs. He was stunned when asked.

Xiao Jin stepped forward and bowed: "The lord asked the minister to wait for it to be found. Tomorrow is the lord's establishment ceremony. Why is the lord still here."

Cheng Qianye stood up, took Biyun and Xiaoqiu up to the basin, and washed his hands: "Isn't it just a change of name? It's good to go for a walk tomorrow. It's not that you call a king, it's true become the co-lord of the world.”

As she said that, she still tugged at the placket of her clothes and walked back with Xiao Jin.

"Master Xiao, do you know the question I just asked? Why can't the land in our country be twice-cropped a year?"

Xiao Jin said embarrassedly: "I am ashamed, although this minister is an internal envoy for the management of chestnuts, and the master is in charge of the national grain tax, salt and iron money. But he is not good at farming."

Cheng Qianye waved his hand: "How can I blame you? You came from a noble family and joined the army with me, so how could you be able to do agricultural affairs? It's very important that you are the envoy of Zhili, who is in charge of the country's finances. , is the most suitable person for this position.”

Xiao Jin was very moved, and he said, "Because of the different soils, only wheat and beans should be grown in the Jiangcheng area in the northern part of our Jin state. In Bianjing, millet, millet, wheat, and beams should be grown. It’s a lot better. I heard that only in the territories of Song Wei and King Hua Yuzhi of Jiaodong, because of the fertile soil and developed agriculture, the technique of two-cropping a year has been popularized.”