Who can pat his chest and openly say: "King Dingjun will definitely win!" Don't believe it, I will, I won't take my head off! ”

Who dares to say?

Emperor Yuanfeng was a little surprised when he learned about the style of the Qianwang Mansion, and sneered: "The second child has done something with a brain this time, it seems that he has been in prison for so long, and he has grown a little bit." ”

This war began suddenly, no one expected it, and the end ended so suddenly.

At the end of March, the good news came that the capital city of Nanfan had been occupied by the king of Dingjun with his army, and the old king of Nanfan was killed in battle, and the three princes and the core courtiers and subordinates of Nanfan were all taken by the king of Dingjun.

The king of Dingjun was going to leave part of the army stationed in Nanfan and take over for the time being, and he personally escorted the three princes of Nanfan and those vassals into Beijing to ask the emperor to deal with it.

When the news came, the court was jubilant, and the entire capital and the entire Daqing were all jubilant.

People were jubilantly talking, admiring, and proud.

Let's just say, it's a big country, how can it be that you can't even pack up a small Nanfan? The reason why he lost the battle before was because the generals who led the army were not good, not because Daqing's national strength was not good.

Look, didn't King Dingjun win the battle?

Everyone sighed, King Wu is already old, no, the glorious era that belongs to him has passed! King Dingjun is more powerful and capable than him!

As a result, Qin Lang's past was all picked up, including his large and small military exploits in Wushui City, as well as his life experience, the hardships he had grown up in the countryside, and his life.

If Qin Lang lived in the countryside like this all his life, all he would get in the end would be a few words of gossip and sighs after dinner, and maybe even ridicule and disdain.

A good royal bloodline, mixed to that extent, it can be seen that it is incompetent and nestish.

It's really blind to such a noble bloodline.

The royal man can finally live like him, which is really unprecedented.

But now it's different, with his success and his prominence, the past was immediately dyed with a certain aura, and it was rendered a little bit of lofty tempering.

He has also become a glorious and tall hero who has persevered, tenaciously struggled and worked hard in the face of hardships and hardships, and has been admired and sympathized by everyone.

"King Dingjun is amazing! Being able to grow up in such an environment shows the tenacity of his heart and the nobility of his conduct! ”

"Don't bow to fate, the king of Dingjun is good! What a role model for my generation! ”

"Hero, this is the real hero!"

"King Dingjun can have today, all by his own efforts, he is really amazing! King Qian is blind, such a good son is allowed to wander outside. ”

"Even if you don't return to King Qian's mansion, King Dingjun will get ahead and become famous sooner or later."

"That's what happened, when King Dingjun made great contributions in Wushui City, there was nothing going on in King Qian's Mansion."

“”

Qin Lang's life instantly turned into a heroic legend of twists and turns, perseverance and finally growth, praised by the people, and even Su Jin's past was dug up and told clearly.

For a time, it can be said that the limelight is unlimited.

And said that the good news was transmitted back to the capital, Emperor Yuanfeng was ecstatic, and on this day he struggled to go to the court with a sick body, and accepted the congratulations of the courtiers, and the smile on his pale and thin face never stopped, and his eyes were shining, and the court greatly praised King Qian and Qin Lang.

King Qian smiled heartily, but finally learned to be a little steady, forced the pride and excitement in his heart, and said a few words of respectful modesty.

Emperor Yuanfeng was even more relieved.

On the same day, the reward was sent to King Qian's mansion like a stream.

Many of them were pointed out to Su Jin and Zhen'er.

It was night, Emperor Yuanfeng sat silently on the end of the dragon couch, sighed softly from time to time, and whispered in a half-ringing square: "Providence, providence"

It was night, and perhaps many nights to come, there would be people who couldn't sleep, tossing and turning.

For example, King Wu's Mansion, such as Ningjun Palace, and even, King Qian's Mansion.

Su Jin's heart was finally completely put back into his stomach.

The war in Nanfan is finally over, and it won't be long before her Alang returns.

The small half a year of separation is really like a year for her.

She had never felt that her days were so sad.

It was so sad that she felt like she was in a different world.

She didn't even dare to let go of her thoughts and miss him, she was afraid that she would not be able to stand it when she thought about it, and she was afraid that when she thought about it, she couldn't help but put aside all impulses and go south to find him.

If it weren't for being trapped in the capital by the emperor and not daring to leave, Su Jin felt that maybe she had really gone south, right? King Qian's Mansion can't trap her.

Now, he's finally coming back.

The floodgates of longing can finally be opened, and the overwhelming emotions can pour out.

Fu Mingzhu's mood is very complicated, whether he has loved and hated, but now he can't tell whether he loves or hates, or whether he loves and hates a man.

When he went south, she couldn't help but worry about him, but occasionally she wished that he would die in the south, and if he died, he would no longer belong to the slut of the Su family.

She couldn't help but wonder if he really died, would he think of her at the moment before he died?

But when she heard that his victory was about to return, her heart could not help but be happy and relieved.

Subconsciously, there is a special sense of pride and pride, worthy of the man she loves and admires, she knows that he will succeed, and she knows that he is different from others.

When she came back to her senses, she was stunned again.

What was she thinking?

Whether he is good or not, what does it have to do with her? Nor will half of the glory she has earned fall on her head.

No one will smile and say "Congratulations!" to her. No one will look at her with envy.

Sue

It will all belong to Su.

Fu Mingzhu's whole person was not good, jealousy surged like a tide, her eyes were red, and hatred was monstrous.

The good news spread, and the whole capital boiled, immersed in a sea of joy.

As Daqing people, people are proud and proud, and honored.

Those who have family members, relatives and friends who are in the army are happy and relieved: the war is finally over, and there will be no more deaths.

The fame and deeds of King Dingjun spread all over the streets and alleys, and everyone admired him.

Zhao Mingan didn't go out for several days, not because he didn't dare, but because he didn't want to.

When you go out and walk ten steps, you will hear the words "King of Dingjun", and the teahouse and restaurant are the hardest hit areas, and everywhere they are discussing and discussing all kinds of praise for Qin Lang.

He listened to it with annoyance.

Not to mention those friends, nodding friends, and opponents in the past, there was nothing that they didn't say or ask when they saw him, and some of them looked at him quite indescribably.

Some deliberately said something to stimulate him.