Amid the bells of the fourth year of Jian'an, Sun Ce, along with Queen Yuan Heng, younger brother Sun Yi and younger sister Sun Shangxiang, climbed the city tower, received cheers from the soldiers, and distributed New Year red envelopes.

These soldiers followed him to fight and could not go home for the New Year, so he naturally had to treat them preferentially. Yicongying and Qinweiying were the direct descendants of the direct descendants and were real soldiers, and they could not do anything they should do. Since they decided who was on duty during the New Year, the considerable work arrangements have been made. The soldiers who could not go home could not only take their families to live with them, enjoy additional allowances, but also have the opportunity to celebrate the New Year with Sun Ce.

Sun Ce would have to spend nearly 100 million yuan on this item alone. If the Huang Zhong army was fighting in Fangling, the Zhou Yu army gathered in Wuling would have to double the cost. Therefore, if you don’t have money, you can’t afford to play without a family. You can’t do whatever you want if you have money. Huang Zhong’s army’s budget for entering Hanzhong is 3 billion yuan a year, and Zhou Yu led his army to Wuling is 5 billion yuan a year. With Sun Ce’s financial resources, he can only do these things at present. He can only defend and attack in other directions. Otherwise, he will be in danger of shortage of funds. Once an accident occurs, he can only kill the chicken and get the eggs.

The more than 10,000 elite soldiers in front of him are his trump card, and of course he must be carefully maintained in case of emergency needs.

After walking around the city and outside, the ugly moment was about to end. Even Sun Ce felt tired, let alone Yuan Heng. Fortunately, Yuan Heng had already experienced it once last year, and was prepared. He did not miss the whole process, showing his queen's style and was unanimously supported by the soldiers.

If Yuan Shu really became a ghost, he should have a clear conscience when he saw this scene.

When he returned to the mansion, Zhen Mi and others had already rested, and only Yuan Quan was waiting with his maid. As soon as Sun Ce entered the door, the hot porridge and crisp mustard green shreds were placed on the table. He took a sip of the porridge and two mustard green shreds, and his mouth was full of fragrance, and he felt like he was alive.

"It's delicious, delicious." Sun Shangxiang quickly finished a bowl. "Sister-in-law, let's have another bowl."

"You can't drink too much, it's fat." Yuan Quan reached out and scraped Sun Shangxiang's nose, and smiled: "The hot water is ready, hurry up and take a shower, go to bed, and get up tomorrow morning to eat."

"Just one bite, just one bite." Sun Shangxiang begged: "I'm so happy to dance that kind of song today, I'm already hungry."

"You said you just dance, it's more harder than actually going into battle." Yuan Quan had no choice but to add another spoon to Sun Shangxiang. Sun Shangxiang drank it all with a smile, wiped his mouth, and rushed out. After a while, Sun Yi finished drinking, congratulated Yuan Quan on the New Year, and hurried back to his room.

Sun Ce slowly drank the porridge, and only put down the bowl until Yuan Heng finished drinking it. "Sister, let's take a break early, I'm tired all day. I'll get up early tomorrow."

"I'm fine. I've had a nap just now. You guys hurry up and wipe your body. I'll see the guests tomorrow."

Sun Ce nodded and said nothing. At most two hours later, civil and military officials and gentry from Xiangyang would come to celebrate the New Year, and they would have to be busy for at least a day. The crown is not so easy to wear, and the more this time it is, the more tiring it is. The red tape of the ushering and sending people can force people to go crazy, and there will be no time to relax throughout the first month.

In the middle of the night of the New Year, he and Yuan Heng were both sweating. No matter how well the hygiene in the military camp was, there would be some odor. If you don’t hurry up and wipe it, there would be a odor when you meet a guest tomorrow, and even the sachets could not be covered, which would inevitably make people laugh. Sun Ce basically didn’t understand such things, and Zhang Hong was not completely clear about them - he had enough theory but lacked practical experience - only Yuan Quan could do it. The accumulation of the four generations and three masters and the accumulated advantages brought by age were fully utilized at this moment.

Sun Ce didn't like to use maids. As long as Yuan Quan was by his side, all these things were served by Yuan Quan. The hot water was ready, and Sun Ce was soaked in a hot water bucket, feeling comfortable all over, and most of the fatigue was gone. Yuan Quan rolled up his sleeves and rubbed his back with melons. He was busy and did not say a word. Sun Ce didn't speak, thinking about his own thoughts, and the atmosphere was a little strange for a moment.

When the wash was almost over, Sun Ce said: "Aheng performed very well, and the soldiers liked her very much."

"I heard it." Yuan Quan lowered his head and wiped the water from Sun Ce with a towel.

Sun Ce took the cloth towel from Yuan Quan. "Go and wash, and sleep here today." Without waiting for Yuan Quan to refuse, he said again: "I have something to say to you."

Yuan Quan raised his eyelids, looked at Sun Ce, responded, turned around to wash. Sun Ce wiped away the water, went to bed, and leaned on the bed. After a while, Yuan Quan finished washing up, walked in with Yuan Heng, lowered his head, and went to bed together. Yuan Heng slept on the inside and Yuan Quan slept on the outside. Sun Ce spread his arms, one left and one right, and hugged them in his arms. Yuan Heng felt a little embarrassed and hid in Sun Ce's arms.

Sun Ce patted Yuan Heng's back lightly. "Today's "The Eighteen Beats of Hu Zi" played well, and you and Ah He played very well."

"It's the eldest princess who looks good." Yuan Heng said softly. Although Sun Ce asked everyone to treat Liu He as an ordinary person, Yuan Heng always called Liu He the eldest princess and refused to lose etiquette.

"No matter how good Ah He looks, if you don't play well, she won't be able to make up for it." Sun Ce paused and said, "The second half of the que is better than the first half."

"I..." Yuan Heng wanted to speak but stopped, and his expression was a little depressed. Her ensemble with Liu He today meant to suppress Zhen Mi. The first half of the text was very confident, but Zhen Mi changed her dance clothes and stayed in Sun Ce's arms. In the name of Sun Ce, she forced her to agree to use the accompaniment of the drum, which made her feel uncomfortable. Later, she became a little confused and had a stronger desire to win. Unconsciously, she became more involved. Sun Ce didn't understand music very much, and could see her emotions, so others naturally could see them more clearly.

"Do you know why?"

"Please..." Yuan Heng was about to get up and sit up, but Sun Ce held it down. "I..."

"Praise and competitive are the most natural emotions at your age, and the most beautiful nature. If you have your own beauty, don't learn from others, don't learn from sisters, and don't worry. When you reach the age of sisters, you will have everything you should have, and it will only be better."

Yuan Heng seemed to understand but looked at Sun Ce blankly, but did not dare to ask, so he had to look at Yuan Quan for help. Yuan Quan thought for a moment and sighed: "Husband, I am anxious and my intentions are too much. Aheng, listen to your husband, be more casual in the future, don't force it too much."

Yuan Heng responded, nodded obediently, closed his eyes, and fell asleep for a while. She was indeed too tired, not only physically but also mentally. Being a qualified queen is too tiring. There are too many things to pay attention to, and you must be careful when saying everything, and you dare not be careless at all. There are too many women around Sun Ce, and many outstanding people are under a lot of pressure.

Seeing that Yuan Heng was sleeping so fast, Yuan Quan felt pity and reached out to touch Yuan Heng's face. "It's my fault to make your husband worry."

"You did nothing wrong, but the burden was carried for too long and could not be unloaded for a while. Ah Heng is already a qualified queen. Boyang will become a married woman next year, so you should be relieved. If you treat them like children and take care of everything, it may be counterproductive."

Yuan Quan couldn't help rolling his eyes. "You are obviously two years younger than me, why do I feel that you are more experienced in these things than me? Your younger brothers and sisters kiss you, and even Boyang and Ah Heng are willing to get close to you. Is it because I have taken too much care?"

Sun Ce smiled. "Because I believe in them, just as I believe in you."

"I'll see if your skin is thicker." Yuan Quan stretched out his hands and pinched Sun Ce's face. "But I love to listen. When Boyang gets married, I will ignore everything and be your woman."

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On the thirteenth day of the first lunar month, Wancheng.

After entering the city gate, the carriage slowed down, and the bustling people were crowded beside the car. Mao Jie opened the curtain and looked at the pedestrians dressed in bright clothes and leisurely expressions, and was a little surprised. "I didn't expect Wancheng to be so lively. I thought martial law was needed."

Wei Zhen, who was sitting opposite, was also surprised. "Yes, it looks more peaceful than Luoyang."

Mao Jie deeply felt the same. He and Wei Zhen traveled west from Changyi, first passing by Chenliu, and then to Luoyang. Luoyang was not only not as lively as Wancheng, but the atmosphere was also very tense. According to Xinpi, around the New Year, Xun Yan suddenly led his troops to Wen County. Lu Su did not dare to be careless, and added troops from Mengjin, Wushejin and other Jinkou. He also personally led cavalry to patrol the river and strengthened intelligence spy on Hanoi. He did not have a stable year.

Huang Zhong led his troops to attack Hanzhong, and Nanyang was also in the war zone, but Wancheng was so calm that it was a bit difficult to understand.

"Sell newspapers! Sell newspapers!" A young man passed by the car, holding up the paper roll in his hand and shouted loudly. "Governor Zhou moved his troops to Jiangnan, and Cao Aman fled in the wind-"

Mao Jie was shocked, and quickly opened the car window and shouted: "The newspaper seller..."

The boy stopped hearing the sound, returned to the car, handed over the paper roll in his hand, and looked at Mao Jie. "A newest newspaper, one yuan for retail, thank you for your patronage. Sir, are you a foreigner? Do you want a collection of discussions? Ten dollars, from the first issue of the debate to the latest one, all the articles are not missing, a total of twelve copies, which is absolutely worth it."

Mao Jie couldn't help laughing. "Okay, let's have one."

The young man took the new newspaper back, took out a bound collection from the cloth bag behind, handed it to Mao Jie, and said, "Mr. He looks elegant and is a well-educated scholar at first glance. I came to a journal of Nanyang? It contains the latest articles of Liaodong County School and the Qingzhou hermit Guan You'an. Every word is like a knife, and it is very sharp."

Mao Jie also knew about this. Guan Ning was appointed as the sacrificial tutor of Liaodong County School and wrote articles with the county schools in Nanyang and Wu County. The articles were quarreled across the air. The articles were very lively. He had read a few articles and was very interested. He heard that there were the latest articles, so he naturally refused to let them go, so he bought another one.

Seeing Mao Jie making a generous move, hawkers immediately came over, some selling snacks, some selling fruits, and some selling all kinds of small items, which were dazzling. Fortunately, the prices were not expensive, Mao Jie refused everyone and bought a lot of things. Not only were the tables filled, but there were even a lot of seats.

After finally waiting for the vendors to disperse, Wei Zhen picked up an orange and peeled it a little while joking, "Brother Xiaoxian, don't you want to use these as a meeting gift?"

Mao Jie could not see a smile on his face. "Pong Zhen, didn't you notice it? Hanzhong is fighting, Zhou Yu is preparing to enter Wuling again, but the prices in Nanyang are lower than those in Yanzhou. The King of Wu still has the strength to fight on both sides."
Chapter completed!