Author: Fragrance Manfield

The sunlight sprinkle slightly yellow light for the tranquil study room through the silk screen with tung oil. The furnishings in the hall are many Huanghua pear and wood carved dragon bookshelves. fragrant.

There are golden beasts on the ground on the ground, and the white smoke rises from the incense burner and turns into a blurred shape. The temple is filled with Gan Song, Yuelin and water agarwood. The fragrance of the palace is specially made, and it seems that no one is concerned about the emperor's body.

It's just that the emperor insisted on not sleeping.

Under this quiet sunshine, the emperor with a bright yellow dragon robe standing on the main hall, a handsome young man kneeling not far away.

"Oh."

There was a loud laugh in Fang Anren's ears, and there seemed to be unpleasant.

The emperor raised his hand to hold his beard. In the past, he didn't have such a habit. The worries from this time made him contaminate this habit.

"An Renna, I am old, and many things are unsatisfactory. Now it is not a confusion in the leader of Xiguan. He is also old. There is no son -in -law, and there are too few younger generations who have faithful. Only you, the wisdom and bravery, and can be flexed and stretched. What is missing is the young general like you! "

The emperor looked against the light and looked at Fang Anren in front of him. The expression on his face was like the sunlight outside the window.

He started Huairou. In this case, he seemed to often say, so that he can say false words without blush now.

Unfortunately, the emperor's Huairou used the wrong place, and Fang Anren's heart was cold like the stones in the border of the cold winter.

"Wechen thought that the captain of the West Guan Guardian followed the leader all year round and was more familiar with the affairs of the Xiguan Army.

Bian Guan was cold. He went to Xiguan this time and didn't know when he could return to Beijing. He only married Yan Ru.

The emperor is old, and he doesn't care.

Fang Anren didn't notice that as soon as his words fell, the emperor's face was cold, as if the face changed in the drama.

The royal study was silent, and Fang Anren knelt on the ground and didn't dare to look up. He just felt that this silence was torment. He seemed to be the fish on the chopping board, and it seemed to be an ant on the oil pan.

There was a ruthlessness in the eyes of the emperor. He spoke indifferently, "An Ren, the former dynasty was light and martial arts, so that when he was young, he had to put on the armor of the north to conquer the North War in the past. I vigorously promoted the generals, and I still have no better than this iron -fighting family. "

Speaking of which, the emperor paused, he condensed his eyes on Fang Anren, and then said, "Now that there is no useful person in the DPRK, it is sad and sighing. Let him keep the side off the side! "

"Emperor must not be!"

Fang Anren raised his head anxiously. Zhong Qian was his father's word. His father was so old. How can he still keep the border?

The emperor seemed to snm coldly. He shook his sleeves behind his back behind him.

Fang Anren's face condensed. For the first time in his eyes, he flashed at a loss. The situation in front of him was more panicked than he saw Yan Ru crying.

Others may not know, but he knows very well. His father's body is not as big as before. After autumn, he can't blow cold wind. Once he is cold, he will have back pain and shoulder pain, and sometimes he can't even hurt.

Every night, his mother is sitting beside the bed and rubbing his dad's medicine on the window. Once he wanted to give his mother a sweet soup at night, when he saw this scene, his footsteps seemed to be settled.

The voices of Niang Xunxu, he couldn't help but sore nose.

Fang Anren knew that this was the life of their Fang family. Perhaps in the future of more than ten years, he would also fall into a dark injury like his father, but as long as he thought that Yan Ru would be like a mother in the future

Putting his medicine for him, holding his ears and ears, he felt that the pain was not unacceptable.

But now the emperor wants his father to mention the long gun town to guard the border when he is old. How can he accept it?

For more than a year when he returned to Beijing, he didn't even have time to filial piety in front of his father.

He swallowed his mouth, and then understood the emperor's mind, and he couldn't help but flashed a bit of bitterness.

The emperor was forcing him to make a choice. If he did not go to Xiguan, it would be his father. Obviously Da Shun still had so many generals. Why is it that their family members?

Fang Anren's heart came with a dull pain. His pressed arms on the floor were trembling lightly. Thinking of his father and mother's wrinkled face, he gritted his teeth, secretly held his hand into a fist, and felt that the nails scraped the floor through the floor.

The slight pain came, he made up his mind.

"The emperor, Wei Chen is willing to work hard to work hard, and the border is in the field.

"Haha, or An Ren is the most attentive, you can rest assured, Zhong Qian and I have many years of friendship, I will naturally not treat him."

Seeing that Fang Anren agreed, the emperor finally showed a smile on his face. He waved his hand and was about to take the steps to sit back to the dragon chair, but Fang Anren sounded again.

"Micro -Chen voluntarily went to Xiguan, and there was something to ask for. I urged the emperor to approve the micro -Chen to go to Xiguan together with the cheap."

It stands to reason that any soldiers who guard the border are not allowed to bring relatives, especially relatives such as wives and mothers to drag the army's schedule and are prone to chaos.

What's more, according to the emperor, Fang Anren's wife Wang family is pregnant and takes a pregnant woman to the frontiers. Isn't it a joke with her life?

Therefore, the emperor thought he had heard it wrong, "What do you say?"

Fang Anren repeatedly repeated, "Wechen is willing to guard the Xiguan, and ask for the same time to go to Xiguan with cheapness."

The implication outside, if the emperor did not take his wife in order, he would not go.

The emperor couldn't hear what he meant, and he was suddenly laughed at. He was indeed Zhong Qian's son. He actually dared to mention the conditions with him.

An Ren's, if there is something to lose on the road, it is his own business.

"Also, as you." The emperor glanced coldly at Fang Anren, "Li Fusheng, grind me ink!"

"Xiguan Road is far away, you can set off your heart earlier, so, for three days, you will set off for three days."

As the emperor spoke, he raised his pen and began to flutter over the bright yellow imperial edict. Fang Anren's future seemed to be finalized.

Fang Anren, who was kneeling, was heartbroken. He heard his hoarse voice, "I take orders..."
Chapter completed!