The news of the Feng family's army entering Guangning was soon broadcast on Liaodong. Many neighbors not far from Guangning were dispatched to the city and rushed into the city to see the style of the world's No. 1 army.

The Liaodong Governor Li Boyun, General Han Zhaoxing, Guangning Prefect Qian Anzong and other important officials in Liaodong region brought civil servants and generals to the southern city gate at dawn, and Yuan Mao and Yuan Shaoxu were also listed.

Although the Governor of Liaodong is above Feng Jianping, he is the King of Feng Jianping and is also the first meritorious general of Dasheng. Therefore, these officials who usually go out to the four-horse chariots have drunk the cold wind and dare not complain.

It was noon when I saw flags rising on the flat ground, a snake-shaped cavalry in front and infantry behind, heading towards Guangning Guards in a safe and orderly manner.

"Here, come!" Yuan Nanyu shouted excitedly.

Early in the morning, the two of them ran to the city wall to look away. On weekdays, Yuanmao did not allow them to go up to the city wall, but today all the military generals of all sizes were waiting for their orders at the city gate. Those who temporarily guarded the city did not know the rules, and saw that they were the son of the Qianhu, so they did not stop them.

Yuan Sikong pressed Yuan Nanyu's head and pressed him down: "'Shh', let's say a little bit, I'm going to be scolded when my father discovered it."

Yuan Nanyu poked his head excitedly: "Second brother, look, that is the wolf flag of the Feng family army."

Yuan Sikong looked into the distance and was headed by a black flag with a blood-colored wolf head. The wolf head was roaring and its fangs were exposed. It must be a handsome flag with Feng Jianping. After that, there were many flags of all sizes, with their shapes, colors, and quantities completely symmetrical and orderly, and it was obvious that it was a good teacher.

It is said that Feng Jianping led the wolf as his teacher, so that the soldiers had the wolf nature and learned how wolves collaborated and fought. They had few defeats over the years. Feng Jialang Banners were powerful and subdued China, and they were far away from the barbarians. They had become the gods in the minds of Dasheng people.

Yuan Sikong looked at the fluttering wolf flag, and a heroic spirit rose in his chest. Which man did not fantasize about his majestic appearance of fighting on the battlefield? Although he had already decided to go on a career in the officialdom, he could not suppress his passion when he saw this mighty army.

He couldn't help but wonder, if there was such a team in Liaodong, how could he lose Qingzhou? If there was no Qingzhou, how could the court give up Liaobei? How could he leave his hometown and his family be destroyed? In fact, Liaodong was not a weak brigade back then, and the Liaodong cavalry was once famous all over the world, but the Liaodong general at that time was greedy for military pay and used the order flag to exchange for Han Zhaoxing, but he was defeated within two years. He only felt that Han Zhaoxing was incompetent and wanted to grow up quickly.

Yuan Nanyu was also as excited as him, shook Yuan Sikong's arm and shouted: "Second brother, when I grow up, I will be a general. When the Feng family army uses wolf, I will use... to scare the barbarian's courage."

"Then you should practice martial arts well, read more military tactics, and don't have fun all day long."

Yuan Nanyu muttered, "Second brother, why did you teach me a lesson when you get the opportunity? You are becoming more and more like dad."

"Because we have high hopes for you." Yuan Sikong knew Yuan Nanyu very well. He was talented and a good seedling for martial arts. He just didn't like to study and was only good at playing a few big swords. What's the use of leading troops to fight? The most important thing is his brain.

Yuan Nanyu said perfunctorily: "I know, I'll just read it." He looked at the Feng family army as he was getting closer and closer, "I saw King Jingyuan, wow, it's so majestic."

Yuan Sikong looked at him carefully. Under the handsome flag, a man was wearing red tassels, wearing golden armor, and robe on his back. He was wearing a hat and helmet, and it was still far away. He could not see his face clearly. However, the surging turbulent aura of kings and domineering people were still shocked by him at a glance. There was no doubt that he was Feng Jianping, the world's most famous general, Feng Jianping.

Far from afar, the Feng family army began to divide their troops in an orderly manner. Except for a group of 100 light cavalry following Feng Jianping to continue to march towards Guangning City, the rest of the troops camped outside the city.

Feng Jian went parallel to the south city gate, and Li Boyun led the officials and generals to greet him. Until Li Boyun walked to the front of the horse, Feng Jianping dismounted, and the generals also dismounted and paid homage to each other with the Liaodong officials.

They couldn't hear what the adults were saying, but they also guessed that it was a greeting. Yuan Sikong's eyes were nailed to the Feng family army's horse.

Xu Hu, the horseman of Guangningwei, once told him that the best horse in the world is the Northwest Horse. Unfortunately, since Shengningzong lost the Hetao region fifty years ago, the Northwest Horses disappeared in the Central Plains for a while. Later, they relied on trade and spent a lot of money to buy them, but the number was not enough for war all year round. Horses like high cold, strong horses are not vast in territory, and the plateau with abundant water and plants cannot be nurtured. The Central Plains lacks such a natural environment and suffers from the nomadic peoples in the war horses. Their Liaodong horses are already one of the few good horses in the Central Plains, but they are still in short supply.

The best horses in the Central Plains are the Northwest horses bought for a lot of money and mate with Qin horses. Most of the improved Qin horses that were pastored in Huaixi are supplied to the Feng family army, so now the one standing in front of Yuan Sikong is the best group of horses he can see.

Those horses were obviously stronger than Liaodong horses, with twisted muscles and bright fur. Especially Feng Jianping's mount, with dark fur and shiny fur, and agile and slender figure. At first glance, they were the best horses that were selected from thousands of miles away.

Yuan Sikong was drunk even when he saw that Yuan Nanyu called him for a long time before he came to his senses: "Ah?"

"Why are you stunned? Look, how could there be a filial son who is sleeping so hard that he drools." Yuan Nanyu laughed.

Following Yuan Nanyu's pointing, he saw a boy who was only seven or eight years old. All the soldiers had dismounted, but he was lying on the horse's back and sleeping soundly. The flesh on his face was squeezed into a ball, and some suspicious saliva flashed on the saddle.

Although he couldn't see the child's appearance clearly at this distance, he had a tailor-made soft armor and his outfit was valuable, and he must have a noble status. He was chasing the enemy for hundreds of miles and actually brought a child. Isn't this too much? Is it too vain to do this? There would be nothing else except King Jingyuan himself, and the child's identity was self-evident.

"Second brother, can he be the son of King Jingyuan?"

"Mostly."

"The King of Jingyuan did not take the Tartars seriously," said King of Jingyuan.

"A famous general like King Jingyuan who has experienced many battles will never underestimate the enemy, but with a filial son... it is indeed a serious mistake."

Over the past few hundred years, the Ola has expanded from a barbarian outside the pass who paid tribute to the Central Plains to a serious threat to the fate of Dasheng. The fierce and bravery of the Ola cavalry is terrifying, and it is undoubtedly the first enemy of Dasheng. King Jingyuan had been fighting with him for more than 20 years, and if he underestimated the enemy at all, it might lead to a disaster. Because of this, the two of them were even more puzzled by King Jingyuan's move to the important place with his young son.

Perhaps the adults had finished their greetings and turned around to walk into the city. Yuan Mao turned around and looked at the city wall habitually. He saw two young men sneaking on them and stumbled on them. They were not their own sons.

Yuan Mao glared at his eyes, and Yuan Nanyu was so scared that his legs were weak: "It's over, Dad sees us, second brother, run!" After that, he ran away shortly.

Yuan Sikong was also shocked and chased Yuan Nanyu guiltily.

Yuan Nanyu ran to the stairs, probably because he was so scared that his feet were slippery and he couldn't grasp the ground. He fell down.

Yuan Sikong screamed: "Yu'er——"

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"The city wall is a place of defense, not a place of fun. King Jingyuan arrived and the Governor welcomed him in person. With such an important sincerity, how can you dare to be so arrogant?" Yuan Mao slapped the table in anger. His voice was not loud, and his threat even more. Yuan Sikong knelt aside, and he did not dare to breathe.

Yue Qingshuang whispered from the side: "Master, forget it, look at Yu'er's fall so much..." She stroked Yuan Nanyu's swollen face with heartache, and could not see her original face.

"He deserves to fall like this!" Yuan Mao glared at Yuan Nanyu fiercely.

Yuan Nanyu shrank his shoulders and said aggrievedly: "Dad, the child is wrong."

"And you." Yuan Mao looked at Yuan Sikong and said sternly, "You have always been steady and Yu'er is naughty. You don't even dissuade me and still make trouble."

Yuan Sikong lowered his head: "The child knew his mistake." He really wanted to see the Feng family army, and he was lucky...

Yuan Shaoxu also scolded, "You are your brother, and Yu'er has always been yours. You should be an example. Now Yu'er has broken her leg and cannot go to the ground for two or three months. He is a martial arts practitioner. If he leaves any illness and regrets for life, what should you do?"

Yuan Sikong pursed his lips and was full of blame.

Yuan Weiling hurriedly came forward to smooth things over: "Shaoxu, please say a few words. Doctor Liang said that Yu'er's legs can be cured in a hundred days as long as they are meticulous. Besides, he jumps up and down like a monkey all day long, and this matter cannot be blamed on Kong'er." She touched Yuan Nanyu's head, and although she was caring in her eyes, she did not forgive him. "Look, you dare to be so reckless in the future."

Yuan Nanyu also said: "Dad, don't blame me for my second brother, I proposed to go up the city wall."

Yuan Mao glanced at Yuan Nanyu: "You asked for breaking your leg, but when you go up to the city wall, your two sons were at fault. The army has military laws and family rules, and you actually violated the military laws and family rules. You have already received the punishment yourself, so I will not punish you anymore. Hun, go to the ancestor's mourning hall to face the wall and reflect on yourself overnight."

"Yes." Yuan Sikong kowtowed and got up to go to the mourning hall. He walked to the door, turned around and looked at it. Seeing Yuan Mao frowned and checked Yuan Nanyu's leg injury, Yuan Nanyu quietly made a face at him. The swollen and bruised face made no matter what his expression was, Yuan Sikong couldn't help laughing, and turned around and left.

When he walked into the mourning hall, he closed the door, Yuan Sikong placed a stick of incense, then knelt in front of his ancestor's spiritual position.

The ancestors of the Yuan family were displayed in front of them. Yuan Sikong's eyes swept over one by one, and finally fell on the spiritual cards of two people of different surnames at the edge of the corner.

That was his biological parents.

He had no blood relatives in this world, and Yuan Mao moved his parents' spiritual position to the Yuan family for him to worship.

Although the Yan family in Taining is not a large family, it is also a scholarly family. Xiao Fu Yiran, and his ancestors gave birth to a Jinshi and was appointed as the right assistant minister of the Ministry of Rites.

His father passed the imperial examination in the ninth year of Zhaowu, and failed the three subsequent provincial examinations. Although he could also become an official, he could only be a county magistrate and a county magistrate. His career was narrow and he was difficult to get promoted. He was promoted to a Jinshi, entered the Hanlin level, assisted the court and assisted the government, and cultivated Qi and governed the country. This was the ambition of scholars all over the world.

His family has no worries about food and drink. His father studied and taught, while also devoted himself to cultivating him. Like his father, he inherited his ancestors, studied well, studied well, and studied day and night.

Now his father's ideal has turned into a piece of loess. He is the only remaining bloodline of the Yan family. One day, he will definitely join the cabinet to serve as prime minister, benefit the country and the people, shine the family, and repay his father's will and great wishes, and repay the Yuan family's great kindness to him.

Yuan Sikong kowtowed to his parents' spiritual position, and to the ancestors of the Yuan family, reflecting on his own mistakes.

Yuan Mao treated him as his own, but he always remembered that he was not his biological child, and was cautious in everything, respecting his parents, and respecting his brothers and brothers. He was unwilling to cause any trouble to the Yuan family. He never made any mistakes for four years. Now, a moment of negligence caused Yu'er to break his leg. He was extremely ashamed and secretly vowed that he would double his self-discipline in the future.

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Kneeling until midnight, Yuan Sikong was already suffering from pain and numbness. The coldness around him was invading, and his bones were so cold that his eyelids fell, but he did not neglect at all. Even if there was no one around, he believed that his parents were in the sky and were watching him.

The long night was long and I don’t know when it ended. Just when Yuan Sikong was so sleepy that he was about to fall to the ground, the door of the mourning hall was quietly pushed open.

Yuan Sikong woke up and looked back and saw that it was Yue Qingshuang who was holding a cloak and a bowl of noodles, and walked in.

"mother……"

"Hey, you've been kneeling like this." Yue Qingshuang surrounded him, put her face in front of him, touched his cold little face, and said with pain: "You're frozen, you're hungry, you're eating something."

Yuan Sikong shook his head: "Dad punished me to kneel down for a night. Don't be disrespectful to my ancestors. Moreover, letting my father know that he will be even more angry."

"Silly kid, your father is someone who can wake up even if mosquitoes fly by. Wouldn't he know if I come here? Take a break and eat some noodles."

Yuan Sikong shook his head again, his attitude firmly: "Mom, I'm reflecting on myself. I'm not cold or hungry. You should go back and rest quickly."

Yue Qingshuang said helplessly: "Your temper is really similar to your father."

Yuan Sikong felt a little ashamed: "Mom, don't you blame me?"

"There is no child who does not make mistakes. Besides, Yu'er is not a big deal." Yue Qingshuang looked at Yuan Sikong's handsome and energetic face, and his eyes became gentler. "My Ying'er died at the age of four and cut a piece of flesh into my heart. Until you come to our house, the wound heals. You are my son. Never treat yourself as an outsider. You can make mistakes, do you understand?"

Yuan Sikong's nose felt sore and he choked and said "Yeah".

Yue Qingshuang stroked his face: "You are as stubborn as your father, so my mother won't force you. Come over for dinner as soon as tomorrow dawn."
Chapter completed!