The First Tyrant of Daxia

After the battle in Xilu Gorge, Qin Yun asked Mu Le to lead people to clean up the battlefield, carefully collect the bodies of generals such as Lu Hu, ensure that they were safely sent back to the country, and buried with the highest standards.

"They died for Daxia! I want the people of Daxia to always remember their contributions to Daxia!"

In front of hundreds of thousands of troops, Qin Yun personally announced the burial specifications of Lu Hu and others, all according to the level of the highest military generals.

This is the highest honor for a soldier!

The soldiers all had tears in their eyes, especially the generals who had been on good terms with Luhu. They ignored the military's ban on drinking and prepared to get drunk that night.

Qin Yun knew about this, but he had no intention of stopping them. He knew very well how much pressure the soldiers were under after years of fighting outside.

Military discipline cannot be violated, but humans are not machines. It is impossible to suppress oneself for a long time. One always needs to find a way to vent.

The safest and least likely to cause adverse effects way to vent here is to drink.

After all, he couldn't possibly allow his soldiers to massacre people in the city one by one. If that happened, his soldiers would really become a mob.

In the tent, the red candle flickered, and the warmth was melancholy.

Qin Yun sat at the table, flipping through the battle reports submitted in recent days, occasionally picking up a pen to make a few marks on them.

In fact, he didn't need to handle most of the military affairs personally. With capable ministers like Gongsun Zhongmou in front, the tone had basically been set, and it was just waiting for Qin Yun to make the final decision.

So after reading for a while, he put down the pen, looked around, and showed a confused look.

"Alas...it turns out that being an emperor is so boring."

There is no electricity in this era, and most entertainment activities in the previous life cannot be replicated.

He did think about whether he should consider finding a way to initiate the electrical revolution ahead of time, but on the one hand, his knowledge base was not up to par, and on the other hand, historical lessons told him that forcing things would not bring good results.

However, the matter of mastering electricity must be put into process after all. Qin Yun does not want to live a life of lighting oil lamps at night until the day he dies.

"Your Majesty, the generals are drinking outside. Do you want to go and take a look?"

Murong Shunhua lifted the curtain and walked in slowly.

After changing into her casual clothes, she no longer looked as heroic as before in the armor. She was less dashing and more feminine.

No matter how stunningly beautiful a woman is, her temperament will always change after becoming a wife.

Just as after a man becomes a husband, he will no longer be as free and easy as he was when he was young.

Because they will have an extra concern in their hearts, which will prevent them from acting recklessly.

Qin Yun looked up and stretched out his right hand.

Murong Shunhua raised her red lips, and immediately understood. She raised her white wrist and gently placed her slender jade palm on Qin Yun's palm.

Qin Yun pulled hard, and Murong Shunhua's skirt spread out, like a fluttering butterfly, and fell into his arms.

"No need to go out and drink with them." Qin Yun looked down at the beautiful face in his arms, stretched out his hand and gently pinched her cheek, grinning, "You can have a drink with the headmaster's wife."

"Oh? You want to drink with me, but I'm afraid Your Majesty's alcohol tolerance is not as good as mine." Murong Shunhua raised her red lips, with a hint of teasing in her eyes.

Seeing this, Qin Yun wanted to put on a disdainful attitude and show that he could definitely drink more than he could.

After a second thought, he suddenly grabbed Murong Shunhua's hand and said sincerely, "Yes, if I get drunk, you, the headmaster's wife, must be responsible for me!"

"Responsible?" Murong Shunhua was confused by his sudden reaction. She didn't know what she was thinking about, and her face suddenly flushed: "There are people outside!"

Qin Yun raised a wicked smile and said, "I said that my beloved concubine should be responsible for taking care of me before bed. What did my beloved concubine think of?"

After being teased like this, Murong Shunhua suddenly felt embarrassed and angry, and immediately wanted to stand up from Qin Yun's arms.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm wrong, I was just kidding."

Seeing that his wife was about to leave, Qin Yun was unwilling to let go, and quickly pulled Murong Shunhua's sleeve to apologize.

Murong Shunhua had become accustomed to the fact that Qin Yun would often show weakness and try to please her when they were together. She snorted and sat back in Qin Yun's arms.

"However, if my beloved concubine wants to take responsibility on another side, I can also bear it!" Qin Yun put on a righteous look, "I am willing to feed the tiger with my own body, may the Buddha have mercy on me!"

"Don't think I don't understand you calling me a tigress." Murong Shunhua said coldly, with murderous intent in her eyes.

Damn! That’s too straightforward!

Qin Yun cursed in his heart, and quickly put on a flattering smile: "My beloved concubine, what are you talking about? Of course you are a human being, and the most beautiful person in the world."

"Really?" Murong Shunhua rolled her eyes and thought of a plan: "Then tell me, who is prettier between me and the other sisters?"

Qin Yun was puzzled. Is it possible that asking such life-threatening questions is a talent that women are born with?

How come people can come up with such questions no matter what dynasty it is!

If I don't answer this well, I'm going to have a bad night.

Qin Yun thought about it again and again, pondered for a long time, and finally came up with a perfect answer.

"Of course you are all beautiful, but each has its own merits, just like peonies, winter plums and autumn chrysanthemums. Although they bloom at different times, it is undeniable that they are all beautiful."

Qin Yun stared into Murong Shunhua's eyes affectionately and said softly, "In my heart, you are like the blooming flowers. I can't bear to pluck them, nor can I bear to see you wither!"

Outside the tent, everyone who was peeking couldn't help but sigh in unison.

"I told you, Your Majesty will definitely be able to handle it." Mu Le smiled and stretched out his hand to the others: "How could such a question stump Your Majesty? Hurry up and give me the money!"

He Ya had a blank expression on his face and took out his purse from his pocket, as if he had already accepted his fate.

As Gongsun Zhongmou took out the money, he thought: "Your Majesty, what you said is really a wonderful saying!"

Ping Jianlou was unwilling to accept the answer: "How can you be sure that Your Majesty can answer this question?"

"Hehe, if Your Majesty can't even handle this kind of problem, how can you win the heart of Queen Xigong?" Mu Le said proudly.

Several people looked at each other and gave a thumbs up: "You still understand His Majesty."

At this moment, Old Feng came out from somewhere and stretched out his skinny hand towards Mu Le.

Mu Le understood and put half of the money into Mr. Feng's palm with a smile.

"Next time you gamble with what I said, remember to pay half of it to the national treasury."

After saying this, Old Feng disappeared into the darkness.

The generals were stunned and couldn't believe it.

Good guy!

I didn't expect that a guy like you with thick eyebrows and big eyes would actually go to Mr. Feng to buy the answers in advance?