[Strategy of Yanxi Palace] Another year of spring

In the 13th year of Qianlong, the Qing court lost the Jinchuan War. The emperor was displeased and sent Neqin to supervise the division for reinforcements. Jinchuan chieftain Sha Luoben and his subordinates fought against the Qing army with all their might, showing 12 points of bravery.

On the side of the Eight Banners Army, Neqin and Zhang Guangsi, Governor of Sichuan and Shaanxi, did not get along well and did not cooperate with each other. As a result, the Qing army marched and fought like a mess, and it was difficult to exert the mighty power of the Eight Banners Iron Cavalry.

The news was sent back to the capital one by one, the emperor's face was getting darker day by day, the tea set in the Qinzheng Palace was wearing out faster and faster, the emperor was angry, and the palace people could only tremble all day long and dare not say more.

All the ministers in the court were also cautious in their words and deeds at this moment, and they did not dare to discuss the situation in Jinchuan lightly, for fear of getting angry.

The emperor was burning with anger, and the anger continued even after the weather turned cold. After autumn, the Imperial Hospital had been offering medicine to reduce the fire. The emperor drank it every day, and from autumn to midwinter, he still had nosebleeds.

He never imagined that it would take two years of Qing court troops to deal with a small Sha Luoben, and even his confidants sent to supervise the battle, in the end, he was defeated repeatedly in the end.

What a shame!Ba Banner's face is about to be thrown away by this group of trash!

If the Battle of Jinchuan does not reverse the situation, if it is delayed for a long time, it will become the long-term trouble of the Qing Dynasty.If this situation really happens, not to mention that he is a useless emperor, I am afraid that he will have no face to face the ancestors of Aixinjueluo in the future!

The courtiers who were born in the court still had their own thoughts. Seeing that the battle in Jinchuan had been fought for two years, the Qing court hadn't taken advantage of it, and even Neqin hadn't gotten any favors. bones.Every time the emperor mentioned the Jinchuan matter in the court, these people would gossip about him, evading their incompetence, and would never take the matter to themselves anyway.

The emperor sat on it, looking coldly at the courtiers with their heads lowered. These old things can't wait to tuck their heads into their necks now, and they dare not even meet his eyes, for fear of being angered and picked and sent to the front line to die .

The emperor glanced at his courtiers, his eyes were already a bit hazy, suddenly, his gaze caught off guard and met a gaze from below.

Those eyes belonged to a pair of young eyes, which were clear and sharp.

Fu Heng.

He silently recited the young man's name in his heart, his eyes paused complicatedly, and finally looked away.

No, this is Xiaoxian's younger brother, the future and pride of the Fucha family, and Xiaoxian's wish before his death is that his life will be safe and smooth.

This is also the wish of the Fucha clan.

Fu Heng was slightly taken aback, and almost instantly understood the emperor's disapproval. He lowered his eyes to understand the reason.

But he didn't give up, and when the veterans were silent again, they wanted to ask for orders, but the emperor interrupted them.

"Forget it, that's all for today. I hope you will choose someone for me as soon as possible. We have a lot of talents in the Qing Dynasty. Now we don't even have a general who dares to go to the battlefield?"

"Fu Heng, stay here, I have something to tell you."

The people around him breathed a sigh of relief, as long as they didn't face the emperor's anger, it would be fine anyway.Before everyone retreated, many eyes glanced at Fu Heng vaguely, with unclear meaning, but definitely not good intentions.

The youngest son of the Fucha family, who was an upstart in the military aircraft department at a young age, and the emperor's confidant, was usually left alone by the emperor after the meeting. There were many such rare encounters.

After everyone retreated, only the emperor and Fu Heng were left in the hall.

"Did you just ask yourself to go to Jinchuan?"

The emperor was the first to ask the question.

Fu Heng looked at him and suddenly understood: "Did you interrupt the minister specifically?"

The emperor didn't answer his question directly, but said: "It's not that I won't let you go, but your Ama and Erniang will definitely not agree, and if your sister is here, she probably won't agree either."

Fu Heng gritted his teeth, folded his fists and leaned over: "The battle in Jinchuan has been stalemate for a long time, and the senior officials in the DPRK and China have repeatedly shirked the matter. So far, no suitable candidate has been found. Even if there are brave generals, they have not yet asked for orders. This is enough to show At present, none of the generals has the determination to win. Such a mentality is definitely not advisable. Sending them to the front line will only waste the lives of soldiers. Although I have no combat experience, I am familiar with military books and have a good command of military tactics. I have already done a good job All mental preparations, inside and outside the court, there is no more suitable candidate than the minister, how can the emperor not know?"

The leader is silent, Fu Heng's words are indeed very true, the current situation in the court is complicated, the old ministers rely on the old to sell the old, the young children can't be reused, the morale of the army is not enough, looking at the court, Fu Heng is the best choice.

just.

The emperor said: "Your Mama is not in good health this year and has been bedridden. Mrs. Zhang Jia is blind again and needs someone to take care of her. I heard that Fu Long'an was seriously ill last month and almost lost his life. At that time Hou Na's pro-supervisor has failed every day, and I am very angry. The military ministers often stay in the palace for days and nights to discuss matters. You can't go home. Your daughter-in-law should be in charge of the affairs of the mansion, right? Older and younger, Fulong'an's illness is serious again. I can also imagine how many crimes your daughter-in-law has endured. Go back and ask her, if she agrees, I won't stop you anymore. "

Fu Heng's heart was heavy, he didn't insist on saying anything, and withdrew.

After returning home, looking at the servants who came up to meet him, he couldn't help asking: "Where is Young Madam?"

The maid replied: "I just came back from the main courtyard, and heard that the young master ran into the courtyard for fun, and slipped on the ice on the ground, so he hurried back to the courtyard, and now he is reprimanding the young master."

Fu Heng nodded. Although he was concerned, he went to the main hospital first to see Li Rongbao and Zhang Jiashi, and talked with the bedridden Ama and the blind Erniang. After hesitating, he still couldn't bear to go Tell your parents about the decision.

After coming out of the main courtyard, he quickened his pace and rushed to the fourth room. When he entered the courtyard, he saw the servants in the courtyard coming in and out with brooms and dustpans. It snowed a few days ago, and the servants had already The yard was swept out, and the snow after sweeping was piled up in the corner of the yard. Today, the young master came out for fun, and accidentally stepped on the residual snow that had turned into ice on the ground and licked his head. The snow that has not been cleaned up is cleaned up.

Fu Heng raised the curtain and entered the Nuan Pavilion, took off his heavy cloak and handed it to Bu Long behind him, shook the air-conditioning on his body at the door, stood again, and listened to Shichun's angry scolding in the room during this time.

Seems to be really angry.

Fu Heng listened intently, thought to himself, then walked in lightly, walked around the screen, and saw Shichun sitting on the kang bed, and sitting opposite him was a small child with a body like a pea ding, wrapped in a Under the thick fur, only a tender face is exposed, with extremely deep eyebrows, less than two years old, the face is no longer soft and fat, and the white flesh of other young children is well-proportioned, so it has lost some Simple and cute, a little more clever.

Fu Heng knew that the rare soft flesh on Fu Long'an's face was also tortured during the serious illness last month. The child couldn't bear the pain, and after recovering from the illness, he became thinner and thinner. He is usually the most vigorous and energetic. , looking a little sick now, no wonder Shichun was so angry when he heard that he ran out and slipped.

Looking at Fu Long'an, he must have known his mistake, his head lowered lower and lower, Fu Heng coughed lightly, and when he saw him but didn't stop talking about Fu Long'an, Shi Chun turned his head and turned his attention to her husband: "Come back gone?"

She asked softly, as usual, as if Fu Heng was too busy to go home.

However, Fu Heng felt guilty in his heart. He shook her hand before walking up, and said, "I'm back." Qian leaned over and touched his head: "This kid is not good again, is he? Let me talk about him."

Fu Long'an looked up at him, and met Fu Heng with serious eyes.He, Ama, picked him up in a hug, her palms were strong, but the strength of holding his waist was very gentle.

Fu Heng raised Fu Longan to his eyes, and looked at him at the same level: "Do you know what's wrong today?"

In fact, Fu Long'an knew that he did not do well, but the always gentle Er Niang was too angry, which made him feel aggrieved. He pursed his lips when he heard this, glanced at Shi Chun secretly, and said nothing.

Compared with many children of the same age, Fu Longan's language ability is very strong. At the age of less than two years old, he can already express his meaning very clearly, and even recite some Tang poems smoothly. He, Ama and Erniang is a smart person, so it's only natural that Fulong would be wiser early.

Seeing his appearance, Fu Heng knew that he was being awkward and couldn't let go of his face, so he threw him up and caught him. After throwing him a few times, Fu Longan had a smile on his face—he was just like Ama, I have been fond of exciting things since I was a child.

When she was happy, she naturally became less awkward. Fu Longan turned her head and said to Er Niang who was looking at her: "Er Niang, I know I was wrong, and I will definitely not do it next time."

When Shi Chun heard the words, his smile became bigger. Seeing Er Niang's attitude softened, Fu Longan struggled in Fu Heng's arms, wanting to go back to his beloved Er Niang's arms, but Fu Heng didn't let go, and praised him a few words of approval , and handed him over to Bron who was beside him, and asked him to take the young master down to sleep.

Bu Long hugged Fu Long'an's waist with his iron arms, and the child couldn't break free no matter what, so he reluctantly carried the child out.

Only the husband and wife were left in the room, so Fu Heng quickly stepped forward, stretched out his arms to hug her, and sighed contentedly.

Shi Chun stretched out his arms to hug him back, and said softly, "Thanks for your hard work."

Fu Heng held her hand and kissed it lightly on his lips. He denied it and said seriously, "No, you are the one who worked hard."

He leaned over and kissed her between the eyebrows, rubbing his eyes with pity, he was careful not to hurt her, but also seemed to be so fond of her that he wanted to rub her into his body to express his love.

His kisses fell messily on her hair, cheeks, the tip of her nose, and her ears. In the end, Shichun couldn't bear his chaotic kissing. She put her hands behind his head to support his head, and kissed his head lips.

Fu Heng suffocated for breath, leaned over to grab her lips, and Shi Chun protested impatiently.

His lips parted, and the man who had been plain for more than a month let out a rough gasp, his tall body pressed down, and he hooked down the curtain beside the bed with one hand.

The carved wooden bed made violent noises, and the noises did not stop until the moon was on the third pole.

The winter night is long, and the sky is still dark when it comes to court.

Fu Heng looked down at Shichun who was sleeping on his chest, and lifted the quilt up to cover her shoulders. He moved lightly, pulled out his arm, lifted the quilt and was about to get out of bed, when suddenly he was grabbed by the wrist.

He turned his head in surprise, and saw that Shichun was trapped under the quilt, her face exposed in the air was like a peach blossom, and there were two or three red marks on her snow-white neck, her face was crimson, but her eyes were clear.

"I heard that Jinchuan's defeat has not been reversed so far?"

She looked at Fu Heng and asked.

"Yes." Fu Heng wanted to avoid her eyes, but after all, he looked at her and said a word.

"Naqin is incompetent, does the emperor have someone to replace him?"

Fu Heng spat out two words: "No."

"do you want to go?"

Shichun stared at him closely.

Fu Heng looked down at her for a while, and said, "Think."

Shi Chun's fingers holding his wrist tightly, looked at him, nodded to show that he heard, then withdrew his hand, lay back, and didn't say anything more.

Fu Heng looked at her back lying with his back facing him, looked back a few times after putting on court clothes, and sighed.

When he was about to go out, he heard Shi Chun's voice: "Are you going to ask for your life today?"

Fu Heng didn't say that he actually tried it yesterday, but was interrupted by the emperor.

He remembered what the emperor said yesterday.

"En." This time, Shi Chun responded, "I see."

The voice was very flat, Fu Heng was stunned, unable to judge her attitude for a moment.

Turning her head and walking back, she wanted to ask again, but saw that she had closed her eyes.

Fu Heng stood where he was, seeing that it was getting late, finally he gritted his teeth, turned around and went out the door.