Chapter 256 Root of Premature Fall

When the news came from the frontier, it was the beginning of October. For a while, the enemy had been afraid of the old general's reputation and did not dare to invade. Later, a traitor came out and told the enemy that the old general's legs and feet were lame and it was inconvenient to move, as if Lian was old and powerful as before, and Major General Ximen was also severely damaged by a fire. With this inside story, the enemy's confidence increased greatly and came fiercely. They sent 50 trained crossbowmen to shoot the horses on the old general. The horse fell to the ground because of too many arrow wounds, and Old General Simon was captured.

In fact, at this time, Simon Moyi had almost recovered. In order not to distract him, the old general decisively drew his sword and died. The grieving soldiers scattered the enemy and won the large-scale battle. But the joy of victory could not dispel the sadness of the barracks. The body of the old general Ximen was taken back, and the major general buried him on the highest mountain overlooking the rivers and land of the lonely bamboo dynasty.

Zhao Yuan summoned Major General Ximen back to Beijing to comfort him, but appointed Tang Jia, the minister of the Ministry of War with no combat experience, as the new general and Ximen Moyi as the deputy commander to guard the border.

When the beggar heard the news of Major General Ximen, he was extremely happy and suffered from the inconvenience and strict palace prohibition. He could not go to see him and had to give up. Although he regretted the old general and felt unhungrate for the young general, the blood-stained battlefield was also the best ending for the old general. The road after Simon Moyi is still very long, and it is destined to have ups and downs.

Although the matter of Master Dongfang and Old General Ximen has come to an end for the time being, it has become a nostalgia that many people can't let go of. Although people have gone, it still affects too many living people and determines their fate.

Du Zheng in the prime minister's mansion has never been liked by Princess Suko. She always felt that there was a sense of conspiracy between his eyebrows, so she often vented with him. Once Du Zheng was packing up in Dongfang's room. When Princess Suo saw it, she gasped and scolded him indiscriminately, and asked the family to beat him on 120 boards.

This beating, even the steel-like man couldn't stand it. Halfway through, Du Zheng was dizzy with pain and said, "No wonder Master Dongfang would rather be a monk than you, a bad-tempered bitch!"

Princes Sucome heard this, like a headbang, her face turned white, sweating coldly, and she paused on the ground, and her blood dyed red stone bricks along the skirt. The whole prime minister's mansion was in chaos. After knowing the original story, Mrs. Mei ordered Du Zheng to be killed immediately.

Dongfang Qian advised the old lady, "Kier will know about Ren'er's coming from a monk sooner or later. At this point, don't look bloody, so as not to bump into the newborn. Exempt him from the punishment of death and spare a life.

How could Mrs. Mei agree? She just watched the family members make Du Zheng disabled and dying before she gave up. Still not relieved, let the beasts carry it to the beast garden and let the beasts tear it up. Dongfang shook his head and sighed.

The imperial doctors over there gave birth to the princess. Thanks to the wisdom of the imperial doctors, Princess Sucome finally gave birth to a son. Because of too much blood loss, all kinds of precious supplements were brought from the palace. The imperial doctor took turns to accompany them 24 hours. The emperor designated the imperial chef to cook medicinal diet and stewed ginseng soup, so that he would not die of fragrance and jade.

But the imperial doctor said that the root of the disease has fallen, blood collapse may occur at any time, and it will be infertile from now on.

Because of the premature birth, the child was small and particularly weak. Even the crying was rumbling and not loud at all. Although the face has not yet grown and the facial features are not clear, it gives people the feeling of a princess. The eyebrows are slender but light, and there is no handsome demeanor as Dongfang; the nose is slightly smaller, and the ears are like pocket dumplings. The face is white jade, slightly pale, which may be due to the full moon, showing a delicate and feminine atmosphere.

In a word, it is not like Dongfang Ye at all.

Even so, Zhao Yuan, Empress Li, and the prime minister's mansion are still loved as pearls and rare treasures.

In order to ensure the children's longevity and happiness, Zhao Yuan asked the monks of Minghua Hall to build and open a pure red gold collar for him, and give him the name "zhi".

The arrival of this little life added a sense of integration to the prime minister's mansion, and the cloud of the Oriental Master's monk dissipated slightly.

The beggar, who has been pregnant for more than six months, learned that Princess Suko gave birth to a child. For some reason, she really wanted to have a look. When he expressed this idea to Nangong Zhili, he was immediately rejected. He said, "Master Dongfang is a monk, and I'm afraid that some people will gather all their resentments on your head. Isn't it obvious that you are challenging their limits when you go out at this time?"

The beggar is irritable. What happened to her when she saw Dongfang's child?

Nangong Zhili said, "It's okay if you don't see it. Let me tell you, the child's appearance is like the same bottom plate as Princess Sucome. If you want to vaguely find the traces of Master Dongfang from him, I'm afraid it's a waste of effort.

Hearing this, the beggar shook his head and waved his hand and said, "If so, I won't look at it."

Nangong Zhili was satisfied and made fun of her and said, "I thought that even if that child was not like Master Dongfang, you would want to recognize him as your son!"

The beggar spat at him and said, "What are you talking about! I'm not that good at measuring! I want to be a godmother, and I'm also the son of Aunt Xiu. He must be much more clever and handsome than the princess's son, and he is even older. I'm sure of this god-son!"

Nangong Zhili said "Alas": "If you say so, how sad would you feel if Master Dongfang hadn't been a monk?"

"He is not sad." The beggar smiled and said, "If Dongfang is full of joy about this son, what will he do as a monk?" It seems that I don't like it either."

Nangong Zhili lengthen his tone and said, "It's enough for others to like it."

The beggar didn't say anything and suddenly asked, "Have you got your name?"

"It's called Dongfangzhi. Zhao Yuan, the old thief, gave it up. Nangong Zhili said lightly.

The beggar hummed, "The name is good, but it may not be so blessed." After saying that, he added, "You don't go out of the water pavilion and know everything about the world. You are really a psychic living fairy. It's great to have you."

Nangong Zhili smiled brazenly and said, "Finally you have realized my benefits."

The beggar glanced at him, patted his chest, and suddenly asked, "I almost forgot! Did Aunt Xiu's child get her name?

"Well, I got up..." Nangong Zhili said, "It's Jing Qin."

"Sure enough, it followed Jing's surname..." The beggar tasted it and frowned, "Why does it sound like a girl's name?"

Nanggong Zhili inspired her to say, "You can carefully identify the pronunciation."

"Qin...Qin..." The beggar's eyes lit up and said, "Qin? Is it in memory of his father?

"I guess so. After all, it can't be too obvious, only in this obscure way. Nangong Zhili sighed and slowly explained to the beggar.