From a son-in-law to a favorite of the empress

Chapter 618

It was already dark when Zhou Yuan came out of Xiong Kuohai's mansion.

The two old friends finally resolved their differences and reached a tacit understanding.

In fact, since Zhou Yuan traveled thousands of miles to serve the king, Xiong Kuohai and Zhou Yuan have been tied together. He is a veritable backbone of the Zhou Party and it is impossible and there is no chance for him to betray again. This is the main reason why Zhou Yuan dared to confront him.

"My wife has always been talking about me doing something big like you, being loved by the people and making her look good."

"Now, I have the opportunity to do such a big thing. I must taste the oppression of this dry road!"

"One dragon and two phoenixes, one dragon and three phoenixes, I must experience it!"

"By then, she will have no reason to refuse me!"

This was of course a joke, but Zhou Yuan did feel his determination.

So after getting half drunk, Xiong Kuohai held Zhou Yuan's shoulder and said with some emotion: "Mr. Zhou, Boss Zhou, in addition to wealth and glory, people should also have honor and pursue a place in history."

"I can achieve wealth and glory, but only you can give me honor and a place in history."

"I am a cautious person, but I don't regret this path."

"I have been immersed in the officialdom for so many years, and I know very well how to do things."

"I only promise you one thing, at the critical moment, Jinyiwei must be your people."

This sentence really made Zhou Yuan feel relieved.

Looking at the moon in the sky, he found that the moonlight was even brighter than that on the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Perhaps he had made this decision a year ago.

It's just that he has been hesitant and couldn't make up his mind. He kept thinking that except for that betrayal, the eldest sister was really good to him and really had a favor to him.

But Zhou Yuan understood.

The favor of the eldest sister should be repaid with the sky!

I want my elder sister to repay me for what she owes me for the rest of her life!

From now on, I, Zhou Yuan, will no longer rely on the king to revitalize the Jin Dynasty, but on myself.

She wants a prosperous world, I will give it to her!

And I want safety, I want her too.

Lonely night! Bright moon! Silent world!

Zhou Yuan finally saw everything clearly at this moment.

Slightly drunk, he figured everything out, and the joy in his heart was simply indescribable.

Since the Mid-Autumn Festival last year, Zhou Yuan has never been so happy, and his mood has never been so open.

He was laughing in his heart.

"Elder sister, your kiss was really too expensive."

"And from the moment I agreed to go to Mongolia, wasn't I giving you a sweet treat?"

"I paid the price, and you will also pay the price for the sweetness of this moment."

He strode forward, not going home, but going directly to the Zhenguogong Mansion.

Taking advantage of his cheerful mood, drunkenness, and courage that had already surged into his heart.

He wanted to see the old Duke Song, even at night.

As Zhou Yuan was, he was naturally welcomed into the hall.

Song Shan'ao had not yet gone to bed, and strode to the hall and sat down steadily.

He picked up a cup of strong tea, handed it to Zhou Yuan, and said lightly: "Drink a few sips."

Zhou Yuan drank it all in one gulp and looked at the tall old man.

He was indeed old, his beard and hair were completely white, his face was full of wrinkles, and under the candlelight, his face was uncertain.

Only his eyes were bright and energetic, as if he could see through people at any time.

Zhou Yuan said: "The old Duke, Song Wu, is dead."

There was no change in the expression on Song Shan'ao's face. He just looked at Zhou Yuan coldly and remained silent.

The hall was silent, and the atmosphere was extremely heavy.

It was unknown how long it took before he stood up and said, "Follow me."

Zhou Yuan didn't know what he was going to do, so he just did it.

Soon, he followed Song Shanao into the secret room, which was a huge arsenal with a huge fire.

The fire illuminated the countless swords and armor hanging on the wall.

The armor was dented and broken, and the swords were damaged, which looked vicissitudes and sad.

Song Shanao said: "I am old, not dead. I can't hide the Mongolian affairs."

"Old nobles like Wen Tieli basically followed me and Luo Hong to fight. They are not without ability."

"It's just that after they made meritorious deeds, they stayed away from the battlefield, lost their original intentions, and were completely corrupted by wealth and glory."

"They lost their military skills and only had that pitiful arrogance left."

"It's not surprising that he lost, but I didn't expect him to lose so badly. He gambled his future with the country. It's not an exaggeration to say that he deserves death."

Here, he paused slightly and continued: "Those are things that happened. It's meaningless to pursue responsibility. That's not what we should think about..”

“What we should think about is… how did the 80,000 Mongolian cavalry come from, and how to fight!”

“You are probably going to go to war, have you thought about this question?”

Zhou Yuan nodded seriously: “I have thought about it, and I have a direction, but I am not sure, I…”

Song Shan’ao waved his hand and said: “You don’t have to tell me the details, just think about it, and have a direction. I don’t want to know the rest, and there is no need to know.”

“I am old, and the world can no longer rely on me. You don’t need my guidance, you are better than me.”

He picked up the torch and illuminated the walls around.

He stroked the broken armor and sighed: “I, Song Shan’ao, have fought for the country all my life and made great contributions. But the country has never let me down, giving me honor, wealth, and everything.”

“The heaven has never let me down, giving me a healthy body, allowing me to live long until now, and giving me the most outstanding sons in the world, they are all heroes.”

“I have no regrets or regrets in my life. "

Zhou Yuan could only sigh.

Until this moment, Song Shan'ao looked at Zhou Yuan and said coldly: "As a military commander, you should talk about state affairs first, then family affairs. As an elder, you should talk about yourself first, then your son. "

"Finally, it's my only grandson. "

He panted and gritted his teeth and said: "He! He is my seed! He is my only grandson! I know what kind of person he is!"

"He is naughty and arrogant, but he knows shame!"

"He has honor in his heart! He... He has the courage to face everything!"

"He won't fall so easily!"

Song Shan'ao's eyes were red, and his voice seemed to contain thunder: "He won't die! Find him! Rescue him! Bring him back! Even if it's a corpse!"

"Zhou Yuan! He is your soldier! He can also support a world for you!"

"He is waiting for you on the grassland! Go! ”

Zhou Yuan immediately clasped his fists and said solemnly: "Don't worry, old Duke! As long as Song Wu is still alive! No matter what the cost! Zhou Yuan will definitely save him!"

"Please watch, old Duke. This time, I, Zhou Yuan, will lead the soldiers of the Five Army Camps and Song Wu to conquer the Wolf's Lair and drink from the vast sea!"

"The raging fire of my Great Jin will never be extinguished by the cold wind of Mongolia!"

"The iron stream flows north! It will be invincible!"

In the dark secret room, the fire burned fiercely, illuminating the faces of the two generals.

One old and one young, the legend is being passed on.