The Changding Hall of the Imperial Palace.
The five Yan Fuguang brothers were summoned by Emperor Xihe.
"The barbarians from the north are harassing the lives of the people on the border. I came to you to discuss countermeasures."
In these days, there have been numerous debates on this matter in the court, mainly divided into conservative factions seeking peace and factions sending troops to start war. Most of the people who hold a friendly attitude are civil servants, and most of the generals have already lost their temper and want to go to the battlefield to decide life and death.
Emperor Xihe's attitude wavered and he could not make up his mind for a long time.
"Tell me what you think." Emperor Xihe looked at his five sons.
Prince Yan Xianzhi was the first to speak. He had already figured out Emperor Xihe's heart, and his speech was mainly to please Emperor Xihe. He said: "The national treasury is empty. Fighting will waste people and money. Moreover, the barbarians in the north are the most ferocious. Our Dayan army cannot benefit from them."
Emperor Xihe nodded and said nothing.
The youngest Yan Qinghuai didn't understand: "Why do you say we can't beat them? Couldn't the third brother beat them? And he won beautifully."
Yan Xianzhi glanced sideways at Yan Fuguang and said in a light tone: "The barbarian offensive in the northwest is obviously not as strong as the barbarians in the north. The third brother can win, mostly due to luck."
As soon as he finished speaking, he found that everyone in the room except Yan Fuguang turned to look at him.
Because everyone knows that Yan Fuguang not only won the battle of Baihe City, he was like a god of war on the battlefield and was invincible. He saved the northwest frontier from being harassed by foreigners all the time, which shocked more people who thought. Attack Dayan's enemies.
Although he has returned to Beijing, Yan Fuguang's name still protects the people in Baihe City and leads a peaceful life.
Emperor Xihe frowned and said in a deep voice: "Prince, don't speak." Then he turned his eyes to Yan Fuguang, "Fuguang, what do you think of their strength? If they fight, what are Dayan's chances of winning? ?”
"The chances of winning are not good." Yan Fuguang spoke calmly and pointed directly to the point, "The strength of Dayan's army is not as strong as before. Military expenditures have been reduced for many years, and the morale of the military has long been unstable."
Dayan is in obvious decline, and has long passed the era of its early days when it was so powerful. If you don't want to spend more money on raising and training troops, you can't expect your soldiers to maintain a high level of combat status.
Today's Great Yan Dynasty is no different from an old man with gray hair in the eyes of foreigners. The foreigners have repeatedly provoked people on the border, just to test Dayan's bottom line and also to explore its true strength.
Yan Fuguang asked: "Is my father ready to give up on the marriage?"
Emperor Xihe hesitated and said, "A marriage won't solve the problem, but I don't want to start a fight either."
Qi Wang Yan Changfeng tilted his head: "Father, do you want to negotiate with them?"
Emperor Xihe smiled awkwardly: "That's more or less what I mean." His real idea was more naive - to obtain temporary stability in the north at the smallest cost.
"If we negotiate, the initiative is not in our hands." Yan Fuguang rubbed his fingers, and his dark eyes fell on Emperor Xihe, "If they open their mouths, will Father agree?"
"Alas..." Emperor Xihe sighed, "There is no money in the treasury, and I have no better way."
Yan Changfeng thought for a while, then glanced at Yan Fuguang, and came up with a plan: "I think that maybe the third brother can take on this important task?"
Emperor Xihe had a "Don't be joking" expression on his face. Doesn’t he know about his third son? Wherever he has the patience to negotiate, if a few words are not to his liking, he will take action.
Yan Fuguang raised his eyes and looked at Yan Changfeng, and the two coincided.
"Father, I would like to lead troops to Linghu City." Yan Fuguang said.
"You still want to fight?" Emperor Xihe shook his head and disagreed.
Yan Changfeng explained: "Father, my third brother led troops to Linghu City not to start a war with them, but to scare them back."
Emperor Xihe thought about it and realized that there was really room for implementation, so he nodded.
That night, Yan Fuguang went to Jinxiyuan and mentioned the matter to Lu Qing while holding Brother Lan and teasing him.
"In less than three days, I should lead the troops to Linghu City. It could be a month at the earliest and return in three or four months at the earliest."
Lu Qing was grabbed by Brother Lan's finger. Before she could take back the smile in her eyes, she asked confusedly: "Is there going to be a war?"
"It's very likely that we won't be able to fight." Yan Fuguang said confidently, "Even if we fight, I can win."
Lu Qing hurriedly complimented: "Of course you can win. The people of Dayan are proud of you."
Although she is just a woman, she is not unaware of the country's situation. Dayan's army has rarely won a battle in the past twenty years. Yan Fuguang's performance on the battlefield was so dazzling that it gave the people a great sense of security.
Therefore, the common people, while lamenting his fate as a lonely star, looked up to and worshiped him.
Yan Fuguang raised the corners of his mouth slightly. He was becoming more and more pleased with her now, and even such unintentional compliments were pleasant to his ears.
"Go out less and keep an eye on Brother Lan." He held Brother Lan's little hand in his hand and said, "If you need anything, just ask Aunt Zhong. Remember to bring Wu Shuang with you when summoned by the palace."
Lu Qing nodded heavily and promised: "Don't worry, I know."
Brother Lan groaned and squirmed in Yan Fuguang's arms, insisting on breaking away from his hand to reach Lu Qing, but Lu Qing had no choice but to stretch his hand over for Brother Lan to hold and play with.
Because Brother Lan, Lu Qing and Yan Fuguang were very close to each other, they could smell each other's scent.
As if she didn't realize it, she smiled and shook Brother Lan's little hand, and teased: "Brother Lan will miss his father, right?"
"Yeah!" This cry of milk sounds inexplicably like a response.
Yan Fuguang felt extremely relaxed, and his body and mind were not trapped by external annoyances. In this small world, he could reap the simplest warmth without having to think about anything.
After playing around for a while, Lu Qing went to take a bath first.
When she came out of the clean room, the father and son here were still reluctant to leave.
The wet nurse held Brother Lan, who stubbornly stretched out a small hand. Yan Fuguang raised his hand to hold the small fleshy hand and gently put it into the palm of his hand.
"Yeah yeah~"
"Well, my father will also miss you when he is outside."
"Ahhhhh!"
"Well, father will come back as soon as possible."
"Ah!" That's not what he meant!
Yan Fuguang's tone did not change at all: "Okay, my father already knows."
Brother Lan's mouth was flat and he wanted to cry but had no tears.
The wet nurse hesitated to express for Brother Lan: "Maybe the young master doesn't want to leave you and the concubine..."
He often sleeps with Lu Qing and is familiar with Lu Qing's smell. He will definitely make a scene if he leaves Lu Qing.
But Yan Fuguang looked back at Lu Qing, who was wearing pajamas, and his Adam's apple slipped. It will take a long time for him to come back, and some needs urgently need to be met in advance.
"Take Brother Lan to sleep. Go to bed when you are tired of crying."
The cruel old father hugged Lan Geer's fragrant and soft mother and went to the inner room.
The curtains were hung down, and the dry wood ignited at the touch of fire.
