My vicious dog, my horse, I can do whatever I want with it

The New Year is coming.

This is the New Year in the true sense when Daqian unified the world, and the whole country celebrates.

However, a major incident occurred at the New Year's Palace Banquet. When Prince Wen entered the palace to pay his respects, someone from his fiefdom came to the capital to report that Prince Wen was privately selling fine salt and casting iron in his fiefdom. Tens of thousands of ironware were seized from the emperor, which angered him.

"So, did Prince Wen really smuggle salt and cast iron tools?" Zong Yanguanghe was shocked to hear that Prince Wen was imprisoned and executed before the fifteenth day of the first lunar month even passed.

"It doesn't matter whether it is or not." Zong Yanli took this opportunity to teach Zong Yanguanghe a good lesson on what the power of an emperor is.

The only thing we know is that He Jiarong did secretly send a letter to Wuhuan.

At this point, everything seems to be connected. Why did Wuhuan suddenly turn against them? What is the real reason for Saiya's death? He Jiarong has never been innocent. A letter can trigger the whole situation.

Zong Yanli is also thirty-eight years old.

She still continued to move forward, and after the New Year's Day, the matter of Prince Wen came to an end.

Zong Yanli proposed a method of maintaining troops, reached an agreement with the Ministry of Works and the Ministry of War, and began to further improve military equipment and weapons.

At the same time, the land was replanned. The Ministry of Households proposed a policy of using land to support the people. It began to divide up fertile land, build water conservancy projects, and lay roads.

Prince Ping reported that merchants had entered the territory of Daqian and gradually promoted the birth of imperial merchants to fill the national treasury.

The Ministry of Rites proposed to build schools to accommodate students and select Jinshi students for the country. Countless students were attracted by the idea.

The entire Daqian entered a period of unprecedented development. In such an environment, Zong Yanli recruited soldiers for Daqian. If he encountered mobs, killers, or bandits causing chaos, he would take his brothers out for a stroll, so that his long sword could see blood.

Year after year, day after day.

She saw with her own eyes the long dike built on the border and the elite soldiers of Daqian standing on the high city walls.

We can also see the abundant wheat in the fertile fields, the people driving ox carts pulling full carts of grain with joy, and the children running on the streets are no longer barefoot and clothed. After ten years of defending the country, we can finally see peace and prosperity in the country.

"Father!" Zong Yanli stood on the parade ground, the Langque long sword in his hand flew out of his hand and stuck heavily into the sand. The young man who hurried over had a slightly panicked look on his face, as if he was secretly annoyed that he didn't hold back his strength.

"It's okay..." Zong Yanli's hair has turned gray and his temples are grey, his rough hands are covered with wrinkles.

The general is old and unable to do what he wants.

She raised her eyes to look at Zong Yan Haoyan. The child standing in front of her was a head taller than her, with a slender and strong figure, and his eyes were exactly the same as Zong Yanli's in the past.

During the past ten years, Zong Yanli brought his two children to his side and taught them personally. Zong Yanguanghe was determined to become a military man. He was fearless in fighting in the front and was not inferior to other heroes. The only shortcoming was that he only cared about the future and forgot about the future. He was an okay general but not qualified to lead the entire army.

He has a kind and pure heart, is sentimental and easily hurt.

In the final analysis, small matters can be handled, but it is difficult to control the overall situation when encountering major events. Acting on emotions is a taboo for generals, but loyalty and dedication to serving the country are also better.

Zong Yan Haoyan is smart, but young and hot-tempered, with the arrogance of being famous at a young age. In the past ten years, Zong Yanli has taken him to fight everywhere in order to temper his character. Although there have been some changes, he still has many shortcomings.

He is so powerful that he has no rivals in the world.

He should be proud.

There is nothing in this prosperous era, but...

"I am old." Zong Yanli knew that he might not survive another ten years. He devoted all his energy to educating his children, but he was also worried that there would be too many straw dogs in such a prosperous era. How many more decades could such peace last?

If her child doesn't learn to be stable, he will definitely suffer a great loss in the future, just like her in her previous life when she was so conceited and arrogant...

Zong Yanli sighed deeply, perhaps this was the path he should take.

In the winter months the frost and snow grow heavier.

"What's father's old illness? Why can't it be cured after so much treatment?" The two brothers Zong Yanhaoyan and Zong Yanguanghe outside the house spoke in anxious tones full of sorrow.

"Have you gone to invite Uncle Xiao?"

“…We are on the way.”

"It will be good if Uncle Xiao comes. Just wait a little longer."

The sound of voices penetrated her ears, but Zong Yanli felt that she could not hear clearly. The buzzing headache seemed to pull her back to the fierce battlefield of the past, the first time she was a general in battle, and she felt very happy and unrestrained when she angrily killed three generals.

Or was it the tragic and heartbreaking feeling of Shi Potian risking his life to escort her out of the battlefield while she was trapped in the enemy's formation?

Or maybe it’s the indifference of breaking into the enemy’s imperial city and chopping off the king’s head.

A general defends his country and defeats the enemy.

Mr. Gongsun, do you still remember our appointment in the next life?

The outcome was unclear, and Luo Chengren and she were unable to fight to the death.

...There are too many people.

Throughout her long life, whether she was an enemy or a friend, there was the Grand Tutor Wu who guarded a city alone, Yuan Heng who returned to his country despite knowing he was going to die, or Kan Shi who fought to the death with her in the Kingdom of Lu...

Duzhe, who had sworn an oath of blood alliance, eventually turned against him. Xiaobai, who had been with him for a long time, was never able to witness the glory of the army's victory. You know, what Xiaobai hoped most at that time was for the war to end so he could return home as soon as possible.

Sorry?

Zong Yanli's thoughts gradually became clearer, and her eyes seemed to be rekindled with light. She sat up from the bed and saw Wen Nian, a man with white hair, leaning against the doorpost with a spear in his arms and his head lowered.

A lifetime of being a general, a lifetime of companionship.

He opened his slightly cloudy eyes, and when he saw that it was Zong Yanli, he quickly stood up straight and asked in an old voice, "Is the general awake?"

"Anian, come with me." Zong Yanli lowered his eyebrows and smiled, opened the door and walked out.

Wen Nian looked at the thin inner garment on Zong Yanli, reached out to pick up the fox fur cloak hanging there, walked quickly to her side, and put the cloak on her shoulders.

Zong Yanli stood in the yard, not feeling the slightest bit of cold. He looked up at the sky. The gray sky was about to brighten. The cold winter wind blew, bringing with it the sweet smell of frost and snow.

She suddenly felt extremely tired. She didn't know whether it was because the wind made her unable to stand steadily, or because the cloak was so heavy that it seemed to bend her back.

Zong Yanli took two steps and then sat down in the yard, leaning against the rockery. She let out a long breath, and her eyes moved up and finally landed on Wen Nian. She seemed a little unable to recognize him. Is this Wen Nian?

"General?" Wen Nian noticed that something was wrong with Zong Yanli, and couldn't help but walk forward. Finally, he squatted in front of Zong Yanli and called her with some worry.

"Anian, I'm tired."

"This time, I'm really tired."

"..."

Tiny snowflakes were floating in the yard, but Zong Yanli, who was sitting against the rock, could no longer open his eyes. The falling snow was like white flags, but a red cloud appeared in the sky for no reason, and the falling clouds looked like a spectacular sight.

Zong Yanli died at the age of 49. When the obituary was announced to the public, the whole city cried.

The emperor was heartbroken and, regardless of etiquette, ordered the funeral bells to be rung in the palace and the funeral to be held with state rites. The coffin was covered with military and imperial flags before being buried.

Wherever the obituary was issued, white banners were hung, military flags were lowered to half-mast, and the whole country was in mourning.

She gave the last lesson to the twenty-year-old Zong Yan Haoyan.

He sealed the coffin and buried his father, embalmed his bones, and put on armor and a crown.

He finally learned that the 'father' he respected and admired was actually his mother.

Zong Yan Haoyan, who was wailing in front of the coffin, could no longer stand up. Over the years, he had repeatedly blamed his father for being kind to his brother and being so cold and harsh to him. He had fought with his father countless times, trying his best to defeat him.

How many times had he heard too much, comparing him with his father, and his father seemed to be a mountain that was difficult to cross.

Who is he?

He is the son of Zong Yanli.

Once upon a time, Zong Yan Haoyan was tired of being called like this...

"Father, father..." It turned out that his father was actually his mother.

Mother.

It turns out that he has a mother.

This was the last lesson Zong Yanli taught him. From then on, Zong Yan Haoyan's character changed drastically and he was no longer the young and energetic man he used to be.

……

"I heard that in the general's tomb, one can often hear the wailing of swords and the neighing of war horses, just like the demeanor of General Zong Yan when he was fighting in the past."

"I heard that after General Zong Yan died, no one could pull out the Langque long sword anymore, and it was locked forever in the general's tomb."

"I heard that there is a tomb keeper in General Zong Yan's tomb. He has a silver spear and black armor, and his body is made of iron, guarding the tomb forever."

Finish.

【Final remarks and new book preview】

This is the first time that I have created such a protagonist, and also the first time that I have written the story of such a general. Perhaps there are still many shortcomings. History is far more exciting than novels. I am limited in talent and can only do this. Thank you for following me all the way here. It is my honor to receive your love.

Everyone in this book has a different ending. There is no extreme good or evil. There are only hostilities due to different positions and divided interests.

Regarding the relationship line, I think it can be viewed separately. Wen Nian and Zong Yanli have never been apart. They have been together for countless springs, summers, autumns and winters, countless cold and hot days and nights. Why do you have to love me, I love you, you marry me, I marry you, to be together? It can also be said that they are just loyal to each other, partners who share life and death, perhaps even husband and wife can't do this. Ah Li's heart is for the country, far more than herself.

I believe that everyone has their own different views on everything, so you can completely follow your own ideas!

Finally, I am a lazy person and don’t want to write any sequels. Mature readers should cook for themselves! (Remember to tag me if you write one, I want to read it too)

The new book will be released after the year is due.

In troubled times, with hundreds of nations fighting for supremacy, she wants to be the emperor who rules the world.

Are you willing to join me in the "next life"?