The peace agreement between Wei and Han has been initially reached, and the army to attack Zhao is still gathering. Wei Hou, who has been tense these days, can finally relax a little.

On this day, Wei Wei, who had finally managed to steal half a day of leisure from the busy schedule of state affairs and war, walked slowly between the palaces of Wei State, followed by several palace officials.

And just as the majestic palaces slowly passed by his field of vision, a somewhat childish voice appeared in his ears.

After walking forward in the direction of the sound for a moment, Wei?'s footsteps finally stopped next to an open space.

And standing on the open space in front of him was a very familiar little figure from Wei Dynasty. This was his son, Wei Shen, the young master of Wei State.

I saw that Wei Shen was looking forward with all his concentration at this moment, a bit of determination appeared on his somewhat immature face, and he was holding a sharp sword that was a little smaller than usual in his hand.

Although he was still young and his strength was still a little lacking, he was swinging the small sword with great force in his hand.

The already well-organized moves, combined with the constant childish shouts, gave the little figure in front of him a somewhat heroic aura.

Taking in the scenes in front of him, Wei?, who was standing aside, had a smile of relief on his face from the bottom of his heart.

Time passed minute by minute as the long sword danced in his hand, until Wei Shen finished practicing a whole set of sword skills.

Wei Shen was obviously a little tired at this moment, and he was still breathing out. At this moment, a sound of cheers sounded in his ears.

"color!"

The moment the sound sounded, a hint of surprise suddenly appeared on Wei Shen's tired face, and then his eyes immediately looked in the direction from which the sound came.

"Father."

After an excited shout, Wei Shen walked quickly and trotted all the way to the front of Wei?

He gently held a sword flower in his right hand and put away the small sword in his hand. Wei Shen bowed and saluted: "Shen'er pays homage to my father."

"Shen'er, please get up quickly." He stepped forward to help Wei Shen up, and Wei? asked him softly with a kind smile: "Why is Shen'er practicing swordsmanship here?"

Upon hearing Wei?'s inquiry, Wei Shen's little head quickly raised, and an extremely solemn expression appeared on his face.

"Shen'er heard from her mother that our country Wei is at war with South Korea and Zhao. Shen'er thinks that if she can practice swordsmanship well, she can go to the battlefield to kill enemies in the future and share her father's worries."

Wei Shen's serious look and solemn words made Wei Shen's originally kind eyes become a little complicated.

In the last life, the little Wei Shen also said such words to him. At that time, he felt full of joy in his heart, and he even encouraged Wei Shen to work hard to practice martial arts.

But when the news of Wei Shen's defeat in the Battle of Maling and the news of Pang Juan's death spread back to Daliang, all he could feel was waves of pain in his heart.

In the countless nights that followed, he regretted more than once, regretting letting his Shen'er set foot on the battlefield.

Now the scene in his memory reappeared before his eyes again, but Wei? This time he didn't say anything, he just walked step by step in front of Wei Shen.

His big hand gently rested on Wei Shen's little head, and Wei Shen secretly made a decision in his heart.

No matter what the future holds, I will never let the pain of my past life happen again.

Definitely not!

Wei Shen had no idea what his father was thinking, but at this moment, there was a look of hope on his face.

"Father, Shen'er has a request, and I hope my father can agree to it."

Wei Shen's words aroused a bit of curiosity in Wei Shen's heart, "Shen'er might as well tell the request and let the father see if he can agree."

"Um……"

After a moment of hesitation, Wei Wei heard Wei Shen say slowly: "Shen'er heard from her mother that her father was about to leave Anyi for Yecheng, and Shen'er wanted to go with her father."

Wei Shen's request made Wei Shen fall into thinking.

Wei Wei went to Yecheng this time to form an alliance with the monarchs of South Korea and Zhao to confirm his position as the overlord of Wei and Jin.

Except for some wars to force Zhao Hou to participate in the alliance, there is no danger in this trip to Yecheng. There is no problem in taking Wei Shen to participate in the alliance to broaden his horizons.

Thinking of this, Wei Wei lowered his head and looked at Wei Shen, with a bit of solemnity in his tone, "Shen'er, you have to think carefully, this trip to Yecheng will be very difficult."

"It's hard work, Shen'er is not afraid of hard work, and Shen'er can also protect his father." As he spoke, Wei Shen had a determined expression on his face, and the small sword in his hand moved.

His right hand touched the little head again, and the expression on Wei?'s face immediately became much kinder, "Okay, my father has agreed to Shen'er, but..."

Wei Shen, who was originally very excited when he heard Wei?'s promise, suddenly heard only two words, and his face immediately fell.

"Father, what is it?"

"But my father has agreed, and you still have to get your mother's permission." Wei Wei looked at that immature face, but the corners of his mouth curved slightly.

"Father, don't worry, Shen'er will definitely make mother agree..."

Before he finished speaking, Wei Shen bowed to Wei? and left quickly. It seemed that there would be another difficult task waiting for him.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the figure slowly disappearing from his field of vision. The smile in Wei?'s eyes became brighter and brighter.

Just when Wei Hou Wei in Anyi City was enjoying the rare relaxation, on the plains hundreds of miles east of Anyi, a giant red dragon was swimming towards the northeast.

Under the red banner, groups of Wei soldiers, Wei horses, and Wei chariots marched forward in neat formations.

As the army marched, bursts of smoke and dust were swept up, almost reaching the sky.

Standing on a chariot among the army, the Prime Minister of Wei, Duke Cuo, wearing red armor, pressed his long sword with his hand and looked forward, with the calmness of an ancient well emerging in his eyes.

After staring ahead for a long time, Gongshu Cuo's eyes slowly moved and fell on the deputy general Gongsun Cuo standing beside him.

"General Gongsun, how far is our army from Yecheng?"

Hearing Gongshu Cuo's question, Gongsun Cuo on the side pondered for a moment and then replied: "I would like to inform the Prime Minister that according to the current marching speed of our army, it will take three days to reach Yecheng."

"The messenger troops sent to Yecheng by the late General have returned successfully. General Long Jia replied that in three days he will send 5,000 elite soldiers south to meet our army."

"That's good."

After hearing Gongsun Cuo's reply and the arrangement of Long Jia, the defender of Yecheng, Gongsun Cuo nodded with great satisfaction.

Gongshu Cuo's command now has more than 50,000 soldiers. Naturally, the mobilization of such a large army cannot escape the detection of Zhao Jun's scouts.

That is to say, within a very short period of time, the news that Gongshu Cuo's army was about to arrive in Yecheng was passed to the hands of the Zhao monarchs and ministers.

There was only a Zhang River between Yecheng and Handan. The Wei army gathered in Yecheng, and Handan immediately felt the heavy pressure from the other side.
Chapter completed!