Chapter 435

Strong aroma of barbecue, in the air with the smoke floating out far away, people salivate. "Zizi..." The oil dripping from the barbecue in the fire makes people drool, and the aroma is stronger. On the shelf, the game has shown a golden color, and the soup in the pot is rolling up, emitting a strong fragrance.

Just hit the prey, after treatment on the fire baked, sprinkled with seasoning, aroma more rich.

Just picked a variety of mushrooms, as well as wild vegetables, bird eggs and so on, boiling soup is also attractive.

Among the green mountains and clear water, among the grassland and jungle, now is a leisurely and comfortable scene.

"It smells good. It must be delicious."

Cloud purple Huang side to barbecue game brush seasoning, while sniffing said, a pair of salivating appearance. Feng Qingxiao said with a smile: "it must be very delicious from your hands. Be careful."

She turned her head and looked at him with a brilliant smile: "you'll have to show your skills later. I remember last time your knife work was excellent."

"Naturally, it's a pity that the elder brother has not fully recovered and is not suitable for a long journey. He has to work in Northern Xinjiang."

"Big brother's body recovers very quickly. It won't be long before he can travel far. You don't have to worry. What's more, I have customized the most comfortable carriage for my elder brother. If the road from northern Xinjiang to Kyoto is better, I can come to Kyoto later. "

"Is there any way to build a smooth road from northern Xinjiang to Kyoto as soon as possible?"

"If we just build such a road, we can still do it, although it takes a long time and requires a lot of manpower and financial resources. It won't take long to see the results of the segmented construction of governments and towns along the road. "

Feng Qingxiao put his hand around her: "at this time, you need to write a plan, how to implement it."

She reached in front of him and asked with a smile, "what's the reward?"

"I'll give you a night's grace."

"Bah..."

The little face is getting hot, and the king of war is becoming less and less reserved. This kind of words can also be said in broad daylight and in public. There are so many iron guards around. Fortunately, this sentence is whispered in her ear and will not be heard.

Blue sky and white clouds, green mountains and clear water, beautiful scenery. At present, delicious food is emitting fragrance, and the most beloved is around. The moment is very quiet. She nestles in his arms, never having the satisfaction and happiness, happiness and happiness. Sometimes it is so simple, but it is so rare.

Just want to be able to let time, stay in this moment for a long time, no longer move.

So quietly in his arms, looking at the distant mountains, smelling the smell of barbecue on the campfire.

In a flash of cold light, several pieces of meat, thin to translucent, had been sliced from the fire roasted game, fell on the plate and sent to her.

She sat up with a smile and took a piece of meat to his lips.

Around the iron guards, scattered in a certain distance, also eating barbecue, drinking delicious soup. Although there are many iron guards, they are very quiet and enjoy the rare peace and leisure.

"Feng Qingxiao, can you be an emperor?"

"Do you want me to become emperor?"

"Yes, only in this way can we really control our destiny in our own hands. I will not and do not want to see you being oppressed and murdered by a fatuous king again. Without a wise monarch, a country will be ruined. The inheritance of imperial power from generation to generation is a bad habit, and it is bound to produce a fatuous monarch. "

He pondered for a moment: "what you said is very true. However, in your era, it may not be that you are really democratic. The real decision-making power is also in the hands of a few people and those of a higher level."

"You are right. My world has gone through countless dynasties and thousands of years before it gradually entered democracy. Democracy is never absolute. The real power is still in the hands of a few people. There is no absolute supremacy of imperial power, and there is no emperor inherited from generation to generation. There are a lot of those minority people. Although the election every few years also produces the supreme ruler from these minority people, this ruler does not have the supreme power of the emperor. To a certain extent, he can put an end to huge mistakes and develop to the point of incurable. "

"You think that kind of Methods can be implemented here? "

Yun Zihuang shook her head with a wry smile: "no, I've already said that we won't talk about state affairs today. Taste this soup. It's delicious."

Feng Qingxiao nodded with a smile and put more barbecue on the plate.

In my life, I have never had this moment of leisure. I was born and grew up in Northern Xinjiang. I grew up in the bloodbath and bumped on horseback. When I was a child in the army, what I saw was armor. Even when I fell asleep, I fell asleep. While other children are still playing in the arms of their parents, he has already begun to practice martial arts.

Blood, boundless blood!

Memory is so deep, that year he was only five or six years old, has been father on the horse, tied in his arms, on the battlefield. I saw with my own eyes that my father led the wind chasing army to fight against the powerful enemy in the northern region. I watched countless heads fall to the ground and smelled the strong smell of blood. That kind of Torah, in too many years later, accompanied him.How many times, the enemy's blade close at hand, the enemy's head, was cut down by the father's sword, fell in front of him!

Countless times, in his father's arms, he rushed into the battle and watched the enemy rout. At the same time, he saw countless Tiewei and Zhuofeng generals who had watched him grow up and died in front of his own eyes.

Countless Shura fields, corpses everywhere!

Grandfather once said that every brick in the city of Northern Xinjiang has the blood of the people of Northern Xinjiang, and the iron walls and defense lines of Northern Xinjiang are made of the bones of the people of Northern Xinjiang. Every inch of land in Northern Xinjiang is watered with the blood of soldiers in Northern Xinjiang, so it is deep and fertile. Every family in Northern Xinjiang has countless generations of people who died under the knife of the people of Northern Xinjiang. Similarly, they have killed countless people of Northern Xinjiang!

The battlefield of the golden age and iron horse, the Shura field full of corpses, once accompanied by his childhood dream, every night in his dream.

Clenched fist, was a pair of small hands gently hold, in front of her delicate gentle face, affectionate eyes.

"Zihuang, I'm very lucky to have you."

Hold her tightly, all the blood, at this moment are far away, only quiet and beautiful.

Without her, he would personally lead Tiewei to exterminate the rebels. Don't want to let her go to dangerous places, don't want to let her see bloody Shura, don't want to let her worry too much. Just want to let her in the picturesque beauty, such as this moment in general smile like flowers, good leisure.