Chapter 153: What a Brave General, a Blessing to the Wei Dynasty

Looking at Sheng Huai'an's handsome appearance, he is truly an unparalleled poet, with a red robe and silver armor, a scholarly spirit, and a scolding Fang Qiu. Who can resist this?

Han Yanran looked confused, her eyes seemed to be filled with stars, as if she had turned into a fan girl.

Not only Han Yanran, but also Xiao Chuyi, the look in Sheng Huaian's eyes at this moment was almost tearful.

The combination of heroic spirit and scholarly spirit in one person is simply poison.

Witnessing Sheng Huaian's unparalleled heroic appearance as he attacked the Martial Saint, and now seeing Sheng Huaian's poetic talents on the spot, in her eyes, no one in the world could compare with him.

Among the noble eunuchs and princes in the capital, none of them could compare to Sheng Huaian.

Although Sheng Huaian didn't want to see her, he couldn't resist the admiration in her heart.

In addition to her grandfather and father, she felt a sense of admiration for Sheng Huaian in her heart.

Han Yanran stood up immediately.

"What are you doing?" Xiao Chuyi asked as he watched Han Yanran stand up.

"This girl is going to perform a dance."

Xiao Chuyi looked at Han Yanran blankly, what did this damn girl want to do?

Han Yanran came over and said: "General Sheng, generals, Yanran is not talented, I would like to perform a dance for you generals, I wonder if it is okay!!"

Han Yanran smiled brightly, like a delicate flower, bright and moving.

"Okay, please ask Miss Yanran to dance for everyone. Everyone applauds and welcomes you." Sheng Huaian was stunned for a moment, then smiled and clapped.

"good!!"

The soldiers shouted, and they were all excited and excited.

If you can't drink grape wine or watch the pipa and Hu dance, then drink the strong west wind and enjoy the dance music of the Central Plains.

Han Yanran sang a ballad, her voice was clear and clear, like the sound of nature, and she danced her sleeves together, and in an instant, she was as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon.

Under the moonlight, Han Yanran's dancing posture is so beautiful and pleasing to the eye, just like the fairy dancing in Yaotai under the moon.

Coupled with Han Yanran's beautiful face, many soldiers were stunned.

"So beautiful!!" Tang Yunshan's mouth almost watered.

"It's so beautiful." Hai Dahe said dreamily.

After the dance ended, everyone slowly came back to their senses.

"As graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon, everyone says that the dancing posture of Yanran is so beautiful!" Sheng Huaian said loudly with a smile.

"beautiful!!"

In the military camp, cheers echoed through the dark night.

"Thank you, General Sheng, for the compliment." Han Yanran's flawless cheeks were slightly red.

She is as graceful as a startling giant, as graceful as a swimming dragon. Is this Sheng Huaian's praise for her?

After a night of carnival, the soldiers drank freely and got drunk one by one. The sound of war drums and horses could still be heard vaguely in their ears.

Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times! !

Those who survived the war were the lucky ones. At this moment, they were extremely relaxed, lying on the ground one by one, sleeping soundly.

Sheng Huaian was sitting by the fire. He was not drunk. The current wine was not enough to make him drunk.

During this northern expedition to Rongdi, many of his soldiers also slept on the grassland.

Those soldiers will never come back.

How can a war not kill people?

Tonight, let him keep vigil for his soldiers, so that these soldiers who are fighting with him can have a good sleep.

Zixi, the goddess of the moon and moon, watched Sheng Huaian and his men reveling, drinking and having fun. She didn't understand, is this the meaning of Sheng Huaian's life?

It is difficult for her to resonate with this kind of emotion. Perhaps it is because of her cultivation that her character is particularly cold!

The Yin and Moon Palace is cold and solemn. She has been living in the Yin and Moon Palace all year round and seems to have lost some emotions.

"Sheng Huaian, what are you pursuing?!" Goddess Yinyue asked.

In the camp, the firewood burned cracklingly.

Sheng Huaian looked at Goddess Yin Yue: "Why does Fairy Zi Xi ask like this?"

"I'm very happy to see you and your soldiers, that's why I ask."

"My pursuit is to cultivate to the highest level and see the world." Sheng Huaian said.

"If you have cultivated to the highest level, shouldn't you practice hard in seclusion?" Goddess Yinyue looked sideways at Sheng Huaian's handsome face.

"Cultivation is not just about practicing hard in seclusion. Blind pursuit of breakthroughs and higher realms can sometimes be counterproductive."

"Fairy Zixi, what is your pursuit?" Sheng Huaian asked.

Goddess Yin Yue is silent, what does she want in her heart?

It seemed that she had never thought that ever since she was brought to the palace to practice by her master, she had been asked to continue practicing until she reached the realm of martial saint.

Seeing that Goddess Yin Yue did not speak, Sheng Huaian did not continue to speak. This pure and pure ice and snow goddess seemed to have few emotions of her own.

It's a bit like the feeling of practicing the ruthless way in the novel.

In the next few days, Sheng Huaian became busy. He designed the drawings of Hexi County and asked Wu Cheng to build the city according to the drawings.

Then he asked the captive slaves to build cattle sheds and sheep sheds. He wanted to build a very large cattle and sheep breeding base.

There are so many captive slaves now, and they must be put to good use rather than left idle.

Cattle can be slaughtered for meat or sold to inland counties to be used as cattle for farming.

Yangrong's wool can be made into clothing and sold throughout the Wei Dynasty. These are all ways to make money.

After all, raising so many captive slaves requires a lot of food. We have to find a way to make money and get more money back.

While Sheng Huaian was busy building the Hexi grassland, the memorial written by Han Yanran was delivered to the empress Han Jiangxue.

When the empress Han Jiangxue received the memorial and saw the contents, she was shocked.

Sheng Huaian has apparently broken through the Martial Saint, led the army to the north, defeated the Rongdi, almost exterminated the Rongdi clan, killed countless enemies, captured countless prisoners, and fought all the way to Shelechuan.

He even forced the Rongdi to admit that the Moran grassland belonged to the territory of the Great Wei from now on.

The war in the three places of Yanzhou made her troubled mood instantly better.

"Good! This is my Great Wei general, attacking the Rongdi and expanding the territory." Han Jiangxue said happily.

The old eunuch Wei looked at the empress suddenly becoming happy, and didn't know what happened to make people happy.

"Eunuch Wei, go and ask the left prime minister Fu, Wang Shangshu, and Zuo Shangshu to come to Zhenghe Hall to see me."

"Yes, Your Majesty!" Eunuch Wei took the order and left Zhenghe Hall.

Looking at the contents of the memorial.

"General Sheng, you gave me a huge surprise."

"The credit for recovering Hexi County has not been rewarded yet, and now you have made such a great contribution." Han Yanran said to herself.

Compared with Li Hou, Sheng Huaian is the loyal minister and general of Wei.

Li Hou, the uncle of the second prince, fought against the Xiongnu in the north and deliberately retreated step by step. With 200,000 troops in hand, he refused to unite with the Zhenbei Army to completely drive the Xiongnu out of the three states.

He also used this as a threat to constantly ask the court for food and silver.

If she was not afraid that Li Hou would lead his troops to rebel and surrender to the Xiongnu, she would definitely deprive him of his title, arrest him, behead him, and kill his nine clans.

Soon, the left prime minister Fu Xiangru, the minister of the Ministry of War Wang Cheng, the minister of the Ministry of Revenue Zuo Jian and others entered the palace and came to the Zhenghe Hall.

"Your Majesty!" The left prime minister and others saluted.

"My dear ministers, there is no need to be polite. Take a look." Han Jiangxue handed the memorial sent by Yanran to the left prime minister.

The left prime minister and others read the contents of the memorial.

The expressions on their faces kept changing.

My goodness, this Sheng Huaian is too fierce. He just conquered the Hexi grassland, and the court's reward has not come yet, but he has been fighting northward without stopping, almost annihilating the Rongdi tribe.

"What a fierce general, he is so fierce!" Wang Cheng, the Minister of War, couldn't help but exclaimed.

Raising troops to conquer the Rongdi Shelechuan, no one in the Wei Dynasty has done it in 800 years.

This will become a heavy stroke in the history of the Wei Dynasty.

"This is the blessing of my Wei Dynasty. Once my Wei Dynasty has such a powerful general, it can suppress the surrounding foreign races and other countries." The left prime minister Fu Xiangru was full of joy.

If the Wei Dynasty can have one more martial saint general, whether facing Dali or Dachu, it will be more calm than a hundred years ago.