Generals and Emperors

"In winter in the northern country, the wind and snow howl, and the sky and the earth melt into a oppressive, turbid, noisy one.

On the hillside, two children stood.

One was a half-grown boy, expressionless, looking straight ahead, feeling the hand holding his sleeve tightened again, he lowered his head to look at the boy beside him, his eyes were cold and gloomy like this weather.

Half of the boy's face was buried in the fox fur scarf, and his black grape-like eyes were pure and free of impurities. He was holding a candied haws in one hand, and the other hand tightened the boy's sleeves, as if there were only candied haws and this boy in the world. As if he would not let him down, his voice was immature, with a coquettish tone: "Brother Pei, when are we going home?"

"Xiao Yao, do you want to be emperor?" the boy asked.

The boy tilted his head, pondered for a moment, and then said solemnly: "I am not an emperor, I want to be a general! Get rid of all the bad guys who bully Brother Pei!"

The young man's face gradually softened, and he smiled like the ice breaking in early spring: "Come... let's go home."

The boy turned around cheerfully as he said, but saw the young man's face turned ferocious, and he yelled loudly: "You will fight for the throne with me, go to hell!"

In the dead of night, the moon hangs high.

In the tent, Cheng En grabbed the quilt and sat up abruptly, sweating profusely and panting heavily. After seeing clearly where he was, he was stunned for a long time, his eyes blank.

"General, Commander Xu, please see me." The soldier behind the sheepskin curtain called out.

Cheng En said "please" in a low voice. In the battle with the Turks a few days ago, one arm was injured by the double hook used by the barbarian king.

"General..." The voice of the visitor was quite anxious, and he stepped forward in two steps in three steps, and held Cheng En firmly.

"I'm fine. Brother Xu came here late at night, what's more important?" Cheng En was young, but there was a natural calmness between his brows.

The white and clean scholar in long gown is Xu Songzhi, the number one military advisor under Cheng En's account.

"Cheng En, the emperor passed away in January." Xu Songzhi held a letter in his hand with a solemn expression. Seeing that Cheng En was slightly moved, he paused for a while and continued: "After the new emperor ascended the throne, he will organize the imperial court and send your father Prime Minister Cheng was dismissed, vigorously suppressed the Cheng family, and promoted Yuan Qinglan as prime minister..."

Cheng En didn't show much anger, he even lost his mind for a moment, he thought of the nightmare that haunted him recently, the person who would never push him into the abyss in the dream.

"Who is the new emperor?" Cheng En pursed his lips, walked to the table and poured himself a glass of water.

"Your cousin, King Ji Li Mi."

A few drops of water splashed out of the round cup made of rough tiles, and the tea water rippled, layer by layer as the hand trembled more violently.

Soon, Cheng Enzhuang nodded as if nothing had happened, lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, and responded insignificantly.