Liu Chen's eyes were full of curiosity, but more of admiration and excitement.

Zhongduhu is a famous general of the Han Dynasty. It is a blessing to see Zhongduhu go to war with his own eyes.

What made him feel a little disappointed was that the right hussar general of the Han Dynasty seemed to be a little too low-key when he went on the expedition.

As for Zhuge Zhan, although he was a little curious, he tried hard to hide his emotions.

After all, compared to Liu Chen, his lord was the prime minister and had led an army to conquer bandits many times.

As for Ah Chong, Ah Mo and others, they were much calmer.

In the early years, my lord and my mother were often away on military expeditions, and it was not uncommon for me not to see anyone for a year and a half.

The only child who was in a wrong mood was the eldest sister, Shuangshuang.

Her little face was full of worry, and her eyes were even a little sad.

"Sir, can you not go?"

When she saw the master and her mother coming out, she rushed up, hugged Feng Duhu's thigh, and cried.

When Feng Duhu saw her like this, he felt a little pain in his heart. He picked her up and comforted her with a forced smile:

"My lord is going on an expedition for the country, how can you say not to go? Don't worry, your lord will be fine."

My daughter still loves me.

They both hugged Feng Duhu's neck and shouted loudly:

"But I can't bear to let you go, sir!"

"Shuangshuang be good, don't worry, the adults will be back soon."

"Really?"

"Really, how could I lie to you?"

Both of them let go of Feng Duhu's neck, looked at Feng Duhu with flickering eyes, and then counted with their fingers:

"Then, are those three days enough? Can you come back the day after tomorrow, no, the day after tomorrow?"

Probably in her mind, three days is a long time.

Seeing his daughter in such a state, Feng Duhu felt even more reluctant to give up.

Mrs. Zuo behind her looked at the father and daughter in front of her affectionately, and suddenly said calmly:

"My lord is not here, so you have to study hard. Otherwise, no one in the house will be able to protect you."

Feng Duhu felt his body stiffen.

Just when he was in a daze, they both got down from his arms, ran to Mrs. Zuo, took Mrs. Zuo's hand, and said obediently:

"Mom, I will definitely do it. I will never make my mom angry again."

Feng Duhu subconsciously hugged her and took in the air, and suddenly felt empty.

Mrs. Zuo glanced at Feng Duhu.

Feng Duhu sighed: "Let's go!"

"Congratulations to your lord (Zhongduhu)! I wish your lord (Zhongduhu) a great victory!"

Amidst the greetings from all the children, Feng Duhu walked out of the mansion, got on his horse, and raised his hands to express his gratitude to his relatives inside the mansion.

Then he clamped the horse's belly and said, "Drive!"

The horse's hooves were strong, and under the protection of his personal guards, he headed towards the city gate.

The sun is like fire, and the armor is like blood.

The military order to mobilize the Tongguan garrison had long been issued together with the emperor's edict in the name of the Central Protectorate.

By this time, Li Qiu should have assembled his army and set off.

Feng Duhu set out from Chang'an and did not wait for Li Qiu. Instead, he took only the soldiers from the personal guard battalion and headed towards Wuguan.

When passing through Lantian, he deliberately stayed for a day and went up the mountain to pay homage to the prime minister.

Guo Mo, who has been guarding the Prime Minister's Shrine, is also old and his body has become a little stooped.

Sometimes he would play the flute or play the harp, playing "The Swordsman" and "The Swordsman" as well.

Some people who came to pay homage heard the name of the song, and when they heard that it was passed down by Feng Duhu, they were immediately shocked to hear that it was a heavenly song.

"Sir, you are a great talent. You can play it much better than me on the flute."

Feng Duhu stood in front of the prime minister's tomb and said to Guo Mo.

Guo Mo's strength has declined and he rarely goes up the mountain on weekdays. But when Feng Duhu came, he had to follow him no matter what.

Hearing Feng Duhu's praise, he didn't look proud at all. He just stroked the long flute in his hand as if he was nostalgic or regretful, and said:

"If the Prime Minister is still here, how happy it would be to be able to play the piano and flute with him!"

"The Prime Minister once said that when the Master comes back, he will play a song with the Master. The Master and the Prime Minister are indeed close friends."

If you are not a close friend, how can you die happily for the prime minister?

Guo Mo smiled, then sighed again:

"The ensemble seems to have lost hope..."

He glanced at Feng Duhu, and then sighed again:

"If you are lucky enough to be buried beside the Prime Minister, and perform with the Prime Minister under the yellow soil, it would be good to fulfill your long-cherished wish."

Hearing this, Feng Duhu understood the meaning and said with a smile:

"Sir's wish has been known forever. I have written this down, but when I return to Chang'an to meet His Majesty, I may ask about it for you."

I remembered that the Prime Minister was frugal during his lifetime and allowed himself to be buried sparingly after his death. If only the Prime Minister was buried in such a big mountain, I am afraid that the Prime Minister would scold himself underground.

Not to mention that the Prime Minister might be a little lonely on the mountain alone. It would be a sign of filial piety to have Guo Mo, his confidant, accompany him when the time comes.

After Guo Mo received Feng Duhu's promise, his eyes lit up, and his hunched body straightened up a bit, and then he bowed down again:

"I'm here. I'd like to thank the Central Protector in advance. If my wish comes true, I'll shed tears of gratitude..."

Feng Duhu helped Guo Mo up:

"Sir, why do you need to be like this? If the Prime Minister can have your husband accompany you, I'm afraid you will be happy. As the Prime Minister's disciple, it is I who want to thank you."

After paying homage to the prime minister, Feng Duhu continued eastward, passed Yiguan Pass, and finally came to Wuguan Pass.

Jufu and Meng Yan greeted him at the gate of Wuguan Pass early:

"Meet the Central Protector!"

"No need to be polite, get up!"

Feng Duhu got off his horse, looked up at Guancheng in front of him, and said to the two of them:

"Let's go and talk after we enter the city."

Wuguan is built on a relatively flat highland in the canyon, with the cliffs of Shaoxi Mountain in the north.

The east, west and south sides are surrounded by the Juejian of the Wuguan River Valley. Guancheng lies across the middle of the river, and the terrain is extremely dangerous.

There is one gate on the east and west side of Guancheng, and the west gate leading to Guanzhong has a relatively flat terrain.

To the east of Guancheng in the direction of Jingxiang, there are four high and steep ridges, which go up the mountain and cannot be ridden side by side, so they are shielded by Wuguan.

Therefore, as long as Guanzhong sends troops to guard this place, once the city is closed, the Jingxiang Road will be difficult to pass.

But no matter how dangerous the pass is, it must be guarded by someone.
Chapter completed!