The Young Master Is Fierce Chapter 1257: Small courtyard
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Assassin Lechuan.
Green Flag State.
Wanyan tribe.
The former patriarch Wanyan Honglie died when the first snow came last year.
She died peacefully, because her lifelong wish came true——
Now the Wanyan tribe has grown five times! All the clan members are living a good life under the leadership of the new clan leader Peng Yuyan.
They no longer lack food, let alone salt, and even have more money in their pockets. They can easily go to Xinzhou City to buy rouge, gouache or silk and satin.
The old patriarch held Peng Yuyan's hand when she left and talked for most of the night. She thanked Peng Yuyan and Fu Xiaoguan, the emperor of Daxia.
She hopes that Peng Yuyan can stay in the tribe forever and lead the tribe to a more prosperous day.
Peng Yuyan promised her, but now Peng Yuyan can only regret it.
Because her two sons came back and brought her news - the First Army will use the Peacock Kingdom to expedition westward!
"His Majesty's last Northern Expedition destroyed the Peacock Kingdom to pieces. You are going to the Peacock Kingdom... and tell me what the situation is like in the Peacock Kingdom now?"
Yu Dingshan poured a cup of milk tea for his mother and said: "According to the latest news from Tianji Pavilion, dry cicada has occupied most of the Peacock Kingdom!"
"He could have captured Huayue City, the capital of the Peacock Kingdom, but he did not do that. He sent out six armies to clean up the rest of the places, but did not touch Huayue City, and did not know his strategy. What’s the intention?”
Peng Yuyan thought for a moment, "I'm afraid this is not Kuchan's decision. I heard that Yu Shurong went to the Peacock Kingdom?"
"Well, actually, there is actually a secret..." Yu Dingshan leaned over and whispered: "Commander Guan told us that His Majesty sent a division of the Marine Corps to implement the beheading plan. I am afraid Yu Shurong will not survive. For too long, even the withered cicada will not be spared."
Peng Yuyan was silent for another moment. She had some understanding of the combat effectiveness of the Marine Corps. After all, her daughter Yu Ruoxing was married to Wang Xiaozhuang, commander of the Fifth Army of the Great Xia Army.
Yu Ruoxing returns to the Wanyan tribe once a year. Occasionally, Wang Xiaozhuang will come to see her during his vacation. Of course, more often than not, his daughter and her two grandsons come back to stay for a few months.
"What a pity Ku Chan, he was killed by your aunt!"
"That child came to Chilechuan to spread Buddhism and built three temples here on his own. Although he has left long ago, the temples here are still prosperous."
Peng Yuyan took a sip of milk tea and looked up at the blue sky. She still remembered the little monk, but she didn't understand why he went to the Peacock Kingdom and why he wanted to fight for hegemony?
If he devotes himself to Buddhism, he will definitely become a great monk in Daxia, but now...
The emperor and Ku Chan have a friendship. Ku Chan lived in the Wanyan tribe back then, and the emperor came here and had a very pleasant conversation. Unfortunately, they are now on opposite sides of each other.
"When are you going to leave?"
"Coming back to my mother, Commander Guan said it would be early next year, so he gave us some leave to come back and spend time with my mother, because this expedition may take several years."
"By the way, mother, the emperor is going too, but he is taking the fleet from the sea."
Peng Yuyan was not surprised that Fu Xiaoguan was going on an expedition. She smiled slightly: "He is a master who can't take any time off. But you two brothers, the eldest is quite old and has been in the army all the time. Should I marry two wives for my mother?"
The brothers Yu Dingshan and Yu Dinghe trembled in their hearts. What they were most afraid of was their mother raising this question.
"...Mother, when we return from this expedition, we two brothers promise to find a wife to get married, so that mother can have a grandson as soon as possible."
Peng Yuyan did not comment, she stood up and said, "You guys sit down for a while, and my mother will stew a pot of mutton for you."
After staying in Cilechuan for many years, General Peng seemed to have put down the knife in his hand. Her knife was hanging in the side courtyard. It looked like it had not been touched for a long time. The knife was already rusty. It’s stained with traces.
She came to the side yard, looked at the knife, then took it off and went to the kitchen in the front yard.
She threw the knife in the yard, sat in front of the stove, lit the fire, and after a lot of work, stewed a pot of mutton.
The firelight illuminated her slightly older face, and she fell into deep thought.
This is an expedition of tens of thousands of miles!
My son is going to an unknown country.
No one knows how powerful the countries in that place are, and no one knows whether their weapons are stronger or weaker than those of Daxia.
But no matter what kind of weapons the other side has, as long as it is a war, people will definitely die!
Ten thousand miles of journey, a battle in a foreign land, with more unknowns and greater risks. After several years... this is really too dangerous.
The emperor's move must have his strategic intention, but the son is his!
Of course, as soldiers, it is their responsibility for their sons to go to war, but no mother is willing to bear the death caused by war. Peng Yuyan may have been more open-minded before, but as she has grown older over the years, Instead, she started to get scared.
She didn't want to wait anxiously for news from the front line in Chile River, not to mention that in such a battlefield thousands of miles away, there was probably no way for even a single news to be sent back.
She decided to carry the knife and go to the battlefield with her sons.
At least by your son's side, you at least know what's going on, instead of just waiting passively here.
She stood up, walked out, got a bucket of water in the corner, and picked up the rusty knife from the ground.
She began to sharpen the knife.
Yu Dingshan walked over, quite surprised, "Mom, what are you sharpening your knife for?"
"Write a letter to Guan Xiaoxi, mother... and go to war with the army!"
"...Mom, the journey is long and we have to cross a snowy mountain. It is very difficult and dangerous. Just stay here and wait for our good news."
"No, mother hasn't been on the battlefield for a long time. If Guan Xiaoxi can't make the decision, mother will write a letter to the emperor. The emperor will understand."
"What should we do with this Wanyan tribe?"
"Leave it to the old patriarch's granddaughter to be beautiful and beautiful. Of course, this yard must be kept. When she returns in triumph, my mother will still live here."
"How about buying a yard in Chang'an? I heard that Chang'an is very prosperous."
Peng Yuyan straightened up and looked at the knife that started to shine in her hand, "Mom is used to it here, but she doesn't like the prosperity."
She continued to sharpen the knife until it was polished.
She played with the knife in her hand in the yard, still full of momentum, but the once fierce knife power became a little softer.
The days passed quietly, and Guan Xiaoxi wrote back, welcoming General Peng to supervise the army!
On September 15th of the third year of Daxia, Peng Yuyan completed the handover of the affairs of the Wanyan tribe.
That night, she burned a handful of paper and a stick of incense in front of the grave of the old patriarch Wanyan Honglie, and looked at the former Cangxi Plain.
"The road is too far. After all, I can't take my sons to worship at your grave."
"Wait until we return in triumph, my wife will tell you what it is like in a foreign land."
Early the next morning, Peng Yuyan left the small courtyard where she had lived for several years, taking her two sons with her and carrying the big knife she had polished.