Yancheng, Chenyuan, Bian Lingcheng looked at the documents sent by Feng Changqing, and couldn't help but slapped hard on the leg. Then he jumped up from the sofa in pain, "Okay..."

While gasping for air conditioning, Bian Lingcheng sat down again with his broken leg, although it was still painful, it was hard to hide his joy on his face. Chen Lang's light army Yedu Polechuan, then attacked Lianyun Castle and captured the fortress known as the city of heaven before sunrise. It was even more rare that there were only 300 soldiers killed in this battle, and he could not find any fault in the victory.

"Bian Gong, this is a letter brought back by Yuhuangmen, and it has not been opened yet."

The clerk who came to deliver the war report took a bag of documents and sent them to the small yellow gate who served while Lingcheng. "If the Bian Gong has nothing to do, the clerk will leave."

"You go back. When our family writes the memorial of the Imperial Saint, we will order people to send it to the Protectorate. At that time, you must send it to Chang'an City in a hurry for 800 miles."

As Bian Lingcheng spoke, he took some silver coins from his arms and threw them to the clerk and said, "Lang Chen won the battle, our family is happy now, and you will be rewarded."

"Thank you, Mr. Bian!"

The clerk took the silver coin and said quickly. Before he came, he thought that the middle-level official from the palace was not easy to serve, but he was so approachable. He had always heard people say that the eunuchs in the palace love money, but he didn't expect that this time he would get a reward from the master-in-law. Although it was just a small amount of money, it was enough for him to brag to his colleagues.

After the clerk left, Bian Lingcheng asked the little yellow door beside him to open the cowhide bag. Seeing the thick stack of manuscripts inside, he couldn't help but be stunned, "What the hell is Xiaoyu doing? Our family asked him to supervise the military and inform the major events in the military. Why did he write so many things..."

"Aweng, Xiaoyu is afraid he is bored in the army. He will not even write down small things like shit and peeing!"

The little yellow gate beside him said with a teasing voice that although Yu Chaoen followed the army to expedition, he and the other two did not have to suffer from the wind and dining, the yellow sand and the glaciers, but they still felt a little jealous. With such qualifications, they also became associated with the Shen Gong, who was deeply favored. Yu Chaoen will definitely rise to the top in the palace in the future.

After taking apart the hot paint seal on the cover, Bian Lingcheng naturally took the manuscript inside and looked at it. As a result, he frowned first. He saw that "The Storm and Clouds of the Anxi Army Expedition" was written on it. The signature below was Ximen. After thinking about it, he still couldn't remember which of Gao Xianzhi's army had the surname Ximen.

Next, Bian Lingcheng read the manuscript written by Ximen. At first, he looked disgusted and said to himself, "This vulgar text is also accompanied by a book, and this Ximen is shameless..."

The little yellow gate beside squinted and glanced at the side from time to time. At first, he was very happy, thinking that the wild fox Zen scholar who was found by Yu Chaoen from somewhere, wrote unofficial history. What kind of Shen Langjun shouted in the rolling thunder tide, "The destiny of heaven is in my Tang Dynasty!" "The evil dragons in foreign countries dare to help evil and fight against the heavenly soldiers!" Then the thunder in the sky was actually a soldier who was avoiding the cliff, and only fought the mountain peaks on the side to crack...

However, as I turned over page by page, the little yellow gate was also fascinated by it. I just thought that the war written by Mr. Ximen was so exciting. Why did it disappear later?

"Are there any? They've all been removed!"

It was not until Bian Lingcheng's cry that the little yellow gate came to his senses. He quickly flipped up the cowhide bag, but only found a letter and submitted it to Bian Lingcheng.

After Bian Lingcheng read this handwritten letter from Yu Chaoen, he realized that the Ximen family was originally the Secretary of the Fuqian under Chen Lang's tent, and was also a nobleman from the capital of the king. He admired the style of the Tang Dynasty and happily led his servants to the East. Now he changed his Han surname and Han name to Ximen Qing, but he was a barbarian in the foreign country. He was still simple in learning the Tang Dynasty. In addition, the national history books were such a style, so he read it as not like the records of the historians of the Middle Earth.

"It's only been more than a year since I learned my Tang Dynasty. Being able to achieve such achievements is considered to be talented."

Putting down the letter in his hand, Bian Lingcheng sighed, and then he told the little yellow door beside him, "Go to the paper and pen quickly, our family will write a memorial."

Xiaohuangmen did not dare to neglect, so he quickly called the Chenyuan slave next to him to help him get paper and pen, and then carried the table over, then laid paper and grind ink. Bian Lingcheng did not delay, and then wrote a memorial to explain the situation. Then he put a fire mud on it and sealed it together with the "Anxi Army Expedition Record", "Send it to the Protectorate's Mansion immediately, and ask Feng Changshi to send someone to Chang'an City immediately, and ask Feng Changshi to send someone to urge Shule Town to send the manuscripts behind Mr. Ximen as soon as possible."

"Yes, Ahon."

"What's wrong?"

Looking at his subordinate Xiaohuangmen who was holding the manuscript, who was still tempted to speak, Bian Lingcheng asked.

"Aweng, is the Ximen family's words blunt and vulgar? Is it dirty to offer them to the saints like this..."

"What do you know is that you need the military affairs written by these foreigners to be interesting and to please the saints."

Bian Lingcheng laughed at himself. The saints now love to play. Although they like literature, the Tang Dynasty lacks the faithful and elegant words, and the gorgeous and graceful poems. I am used to eating delicacies every day. Isn’t it good to change my taste occasionally?

These little things just don’t have the strength to be a lifelong life to serve people. Xiaoyu is smart this time!

Bian Lingcheng sighed, feeling that when Gao Xianzhi and Shen Lang led the army back to the court, he would have to support Yu Chaoen more in the future, and he would not be able to get along with him. This kid is young and strong, and has such military experience, and is still close to Shen Lang. It is difficult to guarantee that the saints will not reuse him in the future, just like Yang Sixu back then.

Half an hour later, in the official office of the Anxi Protectorate, a knight with a flag on his back was riding out of the city and headed straight out of the city. Then, he changed his horse and rode his horse, but did not change people, and galloped towards Chang'an City.

...

In Wuwei City, the Hexi Jieduan official, Wang Zhongsichao hurriedly walked over to the medical official, "What's the situation? What disease does the little girl have?"

"General, don't worry, the eldest lady is not sick, but is tired from the journey and has a fetal aura. As long as you rest well, it will be fine. Someone has already prescribed a prescription for maintaining the fetus and conditioning her body on time. In less than three or five days, the eldest lady can recover from health."

The medical officer replied happily, but he also secretly lamented that he was a Wu family girl from the governor of the four towns. He rode a horse from Chang'an City to Liangzhou, and he was so pregnant. The eldest lady was still full of energy and the child in her belly was also very energetic."

"Reward, appreciate, appreciate!"

Wang Zhongsi, who came back to his senses, shouted quickly, and his face became even more ecstatic. His own sons were not good at all. At most, they were considered to be a middle-aged man, and their descendants were not strong. He never thought that his son-in-law was really good at shooting skills. He made Thirteen Niang pregnant in just one night. This was such a great thing.

His daughter was an old girl. Wang Zhongsi was worried that his daughter would not give birth to Qilin's son early, but now he is worry-free. A family general next to him quickly took gold and silver to the medical officer. Then the entire Jiedushi's official office became festive, diluting the murderous aura of the continuous deployment of troops in recent months.

"Master, the eldest lady is happy. This is a happy event and a good omen!"

Among the generals who arrived, An Sishun spoke first, saying that he and An Lushan were cousins, so he was quite embarrassed under Wang Zhongsi's tent. Speaking of which, he had already parted ways with An Lushan, his cousin, but now he didn't mean that the relatives could be clean, so he jumped out and said.

Then the rest of the people came to their senses and agreed, "Ambassador An said, the thieves will be defeated."

There are three types of unfilial piety: No descendants are the greatest, and having children is the greatest joy. For the current generals, hearing this news is naturally a great omen.

"Send someone to Anxi to inform Yu's son-in-law of this good news!"
Chapter completed!