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All three of them were wrapped in thick fur cloaks and had scarves on their faces, with only a pair of eyes exposed. However, Weng Xiaoxiao's figure was much slimmer compared to the men next to her.

Yang Shuo naturally recognized Weng Xiaoxiao at a glance and stopped only when he ran in front of her.

But when their eyes met, tears flowed before they said anything, and they both felt sorry for each other.

Yang Shuo's face was thin and red from the cold, his lips were dark purple, and his beard was scraggly. If one were to see him somewhere else, one would not dare to approach him and recognize him.

Weng Xiaoxiao, a weak woman, had been traveling for several days in the cold winter. Even though she could still stand there, it was visibly that she was shivering from the cold.

Yang Shuo wanted to hug her and give her some warmth, but he was wearing hard armor, and getting close to her would only make her colder. "There's a fire over there, go over and warm up." Although he was afraid that she would see his hands full of cracks, he still reached out to her.

"Let's go kowtow to Grandfather and Second Uncle first."

Yang Shuo nodded and took the person over.

Weng Xiaoxiao was in front, Ping An and Shunsui were behind, and Yang Shuo was beside them, kowtowed three times in front of each coffin.

"Drink some hot water first. I'll bake you a pancake. This is all we have right now." He pulled Weng Xiaoxiao to sit in front of the fire and let her warm herself.

Weng Xiaoxiao sat down obediently and accepted Yang Shuo's arrangements and care.

Chunhe had already pulled Ping'an Shunsui aside to settle them. The general had hardly spoken since the death of the marquis, and had hidden all his sorrow in his heart. Over time, even the toughest man would become suffocated, and it would be good to have someone to talk to.

"How did you get the news so quickly?" Yang Shuo handed over the hot pancake.

Weng Xiaoxiao took it, tore off a piece and put it in her mouth. "There has been no news from the northwest, so I was anxious waiting in Yangzhou and came to the capital."

"Is everything okay at home? Is Second Aunt still holding up?"

"After receiving the news, I took Ping An and left the city smoothly, and sent Chun Xia to accompany Madam. It was inevitable that my aunt would be sad and upset."

My cousins ​​are grown up, and my aunt has the Marquis' Mansion to take care of them. But if I make a mistake, what will happen to the girl in front of me? Yang Shuo felt upset, and turned around to get two pieces of dry firewood and threw them in, not wanting Weng Xiaoxiao to see his sad and desperate expression.

But Weng Xiaoxiao was keenly aware of this change and reached out to cover the back of Yang Shuo's hand. "Don't worry about me, don't think too much, and don't push me away under the pretext of doing good for me, unless you have changed your mind."

"I only take one scoop from the vast ocean. I'm afraid I'll let you down." The big hand held the small hand tightly and pulled it to the face.

"As long as you have me in your heart and I have you in my heart, we will not let each other down."

"You are a young girl in your twenties, but I have wasted your time. I don't know how many more years this war will last. I feel sorry for you and only you when I think about it." Yang Shuo choked up.

"What are you talking about? Not getting married is a waste of time? I've never thought about it that way." Weng Xiaoxiao was a little unhappy, but she also knew that this was the normal thinking of the ancients.

"I bought high-yield crops from overseas merchants. Sweet potatoes can yield 1,000 kilograms per mu, and corn can yield several hundred kilograms. They can be grown in both the north and south. This is a major business I want to focus on in the future. You want to get married early, but I may not be willing to do so. Let's talk about it after you turn 20."

Yang Shuo listened to these words with tears and smiles, and unconsciously he felt a lot more relaxed. Weng Xiaoxiao was unique and had her own advantages. This person was the greatest love God had given him.

"Now that you are busy with the people's livelihood, will you forget about me?" Yang Shuo felt a little sour.

"You can't say for sure if you'll be really busy. Do you have time to think about me when you're on the battlefield?"

"I dare not. Saving my life is the most important thing. How can I marry you if I lose my life?" Yang Shuo laughed.

Seeing Yang Shuo's frown relax, Weng Xiaoxiao restrained her expression and changed the subject, "Jie Yi, this time when we go to the capital, the court will probably give the Marquis' Mansion great honor. You have to be careful in dealing with this great reputation."

I know that Weng Xiaoxiao is smart and knowledgeable, but I didn't expect her to be so nonchalant about wealth and fame. She didn't get complacent about it, but instead saw the crisis behind it.

"When Han Xin asked to be crowned King of Qi, the emperor and his subjects had already been alienated, and the root of the disaster doomed his fate. If you rebel, you will rebel thoroughly; if you are loyal, you will be sincere and open. But this 'loyalty' is not the loyalty in the mouths of the people, but the 'loyalty' in the heart of the emperor. After all, it is the emperor who decides your fate."

Looking at the wailing flames, Weng Xiaoxiao continued to advise, "After the general arrives in Beijing, you must keep a low profile and be more careful with your words."

Only the closest people would say such things, and even the staff might not dare to mention them. "A virtuous wife brings less trouble to her husband. The ancients were right. As a founding hero, our Yang family has been able to pass on this family motto until now."

"If there is something wrong, correct it; if there is nothing wrong, try to improve. I say this with all my heart."

Yang Shuo smiled and gently wiped away the ash that fell on Weng Xiaoxiao's nose. Although they had met only a few times and the time they spent together was short, every time they met, his young wife gave him a refreshing and deep memory, and no one in this life could replace her.

"My grandfather guarded the Gobi Desert in Mobei for twenty years, and returned to the capital to deal with the powerful for another twenty years. Now he died on the battlefield, and his life was worth it. After entering the capital, the emperor will definitely confer a title on my grandfather, and perhaps I will inherit the title, but I don't seek these. I just hope that the court can trust me and not hinder me."

The harmony between the ruler and his subjects has always been a matter of face.

Weng Xiaoxiao thought for a moment and said slowly, "If General Yue Fei can ignore the emperor's orders and keep moving forward bravely, he will surely be able to recover the old mountains and rivers, and then return to eliminate the treacherous villains and rewrite history."

Yang Shuo looked at Weng Xiaoxiao intently. He had received an orthodox education that emphasized loyalty to the emperor and patriotism. This was the first time he had heard such a statement, "I'm afraid no one can withstand the emperor's repeated recall orders. If they don't obey, it would be blatant rebellion."

"Will you have the reputation of being loyal and faithful after returning? You will still be slandered as a traitor by the traitors on trumped-up charges. Twenty years after General Yue's death, his exiled children and relatives were finally freed! Seventy years after his death, Qin Hui was stripped of his title of king and his posthumous name was changed to Miu Chou. Only then was his name finally vindicated."

Weng Xiaoxiao looked at the dancing flames, feeling a little depressed. "These reputations during life and after death are all false. If the general encounters a difficult decision in the future, he doesn't have to worry too much about us family members who are behind the scenes. If you think about the people, you will be worthy of everyone."

Han Xin and Yue Fei both died a miserable end. This was a metaphor to warn him. Yang Shuo remained silent.

"You are more knowledgeable than me, so you must see things more clearly. Times have changed, and a general should be loyal but not blindly loyal."

The scenes of history are always repeated, such as the long-term unity and the long-term separation. It's a pity for the common people to be caught in such a chaotic era.