In the secluded small building located in the corner of the inner court of Xijing, a large number of people knelt down in the corridor, and not far from this building, there were many dead people, and the dead were all Qi practitioners who were regarded by Beimang as priceless.
An old woman dressed in black and white fur stood under the eaves, her hands folded on her chest, and the sleeves were lifted up like bat's wings.
The old woman who made all the Beimang men prostrate under her skirt rarely got angry, but today her face was very ugly, first the Daode Zong Nanming who was good at divination in the building trembled and told her that the bronze ancestor of the chess and sword music house did not know the life and death, and the sword qi was undoubtedly dead near Huang Qing, and then the sleeping vat of the country's heavy weapon was smashed by the unknown 6 earth immortals, and the true dragon that had been raised for more than 20 years and consumed countless luck broke out of the tank, and that's it, under the rolling thunder, The dragon that took advantage of the fire to rob had not been able to take advantage of it, so she decisively decided to help it, because she has always dared to gamble with God, not on the gambling table, if you want to gamble, bet on a big one, last time she won, won the bowl full of money, the entire Beimang Dynasty followed her surname, but this time, the Nanming real person told her that she lost, the hundred or so corpses outside the building are proof, in fact, her anger is not that she lost a battle in Beiliangliu Prefecture that has nothing to do with the overall situation, and it is not even a real dragon that died, It won't be those qi practitioners who have never asked the common people about ghosts and gods.
What really made the old woman unbearable was just a trivial thing that could not be talked to at all: she lost to a little-known Liaodong reckless man when she was at the height of her life, and lost to his son when she was at the peak of her power Taiping Ling stood on the woman's side, and the old man was the only Beimang courtier who dared to stand.
She finally spoke.
"Sent an order to Dong Zhuo, allowing him to mobilize all border soldiers and horses without authorization, whether it is a general or a festival order, all obey his orders.
Violators, let Dong Zhuo cut first and then play" "Spread the decree to Tuoba Bodhisattva, lead the army to the south, and go straight to Liuzhou."
"Spread the message to Li Mibi and start preparing for the carp to cross the river."
"Spread the message to Huang Songpu, order him to recover, and lead the army to sit in Xijing."
One after another, the decrees came out of her mouth.
After all, she was a dying old woman, and it was inevitable that she would lose energy, and it was difficult to hide her old fatigue for a while, but she didn't even allow herself to slack off for a moment today, and she pulled out her hand from her wide sleeve and suddenly tore off the old fox fur on her body, threw it into the snow outside the steps, and then strode away, not glancing at the old thing that was constantly accumulating snow.
Tai'an City has never lacked excitement, but a lot of excitement is difficult to make up, once you encounter a lively that can be put together, then everyone will not be left behind.
Nowadays, there are rumors that the new right priest of the country, who succeeded Jin Saburo, is going to start a class on martial arts, so whether it is a paper talk or a real strategy, whether it is a donkey or a mule pulled out for a walk, most people still go to see jokes.
Jin Lanting, who is currently the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, has a good reputation in the Guozijian, not only won many gifts from the court for the Guozijian during his tenure, but also founded the most famous poetry society in the capital, and the seven talents in the society are called Tai'an Bajun, including the first three in the new branch in one fell swoop, the champion Li Jifu, the top eye Gao Tingshu and the list eye Wu Congxian, which has the reputation of "poetry ghost" Gao Tingshu at a banquet party, made a popular drunken eight immortals, and suddenly let the eight people present move the world overnight.
Although the eight handsome people who are popular in the capital have very different backgrounds and are very different, they often sing poems and harmonize, showing the grace and grace of the scholars.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that although the eight Junzhi's Jinzaburo is not very pleasing to the central ministers, the "momentum" he has condensed little by little cannot be underestimated.
A small pawn named Sun Yin made an exception to fill the vacancy of the right sacrificial wine, which was particularly abrupt and rude, and what was even more strange was that this person did not have any strong backers, so Sun Yin's rampage, and the local official Xu Gong entered the court as the squire of the military department, plus Chen Wang's step to the sky, it became the "three surprises" of the capital officialdom on the tail of the first year of Xiangfu, which was very eye-catching, and Xu Gong, who had the identity of the Gumu Xu, had the foundation of General Long Xiang before all, Chen Wang and Chen Shaobao have the double foreshadowing of the prince's attendant lecture and the examination of the merit Shilang, which makes Sun Yin more and more strange and strange.
What's more, Sun Yin was extremely arrogant, and publicly threatened that what he was going to talk about would be a big military exercise, and he would be the attacker, with two armies in his hands, the Beimang Million Iron Cavalry, and the remnants of the Western Chu Restoration in Guangling Road.
All the people who listened to the lecture belonged to the defending camp, including the army led by Lu Shengxiang, the commander of the Southern Expedition who was the new general of the imperial court, the Liangliao defense line of Gu Jiantang of the Great Pillar State, all the vassal forces that participated in the Jingjing, and finally, of course, the Beiliang Iron Cavalry, which had been deliberately forgotten by the Central Plains for many years.
This is an unprecedented clash of words and words, and the students of Guozijian who participated in the audit alone have gone to as many as 6,000 people, in fact, most people are destined not to hear what the new sacrificial wine is saying, but don't worry, soon someone will pass the news from the front to the rear, layer by layer, like waves.
The students who occupy the land in the early part sit on the floor, and the later ones can only stand, and then they have to stand on their heels to stretch their necks, and then they need to stand on the bench and chair.
However, in the best position not far from the Sun maniac in the front, there are many simple but thick futons, about thirty of them, and those who are qualified to sit on the futon are really noble Among them, the first prime minister of the Liyang Imperial Court in the past thirty years, Qi Yanglong, the chief official of Zhongshu Province.
On the left hand side of Zhongshu Ling is Tan Tan Weng Huan Wen, who is in charge of the Menxia Province, and on the right hand is the "frustrated person" who failed to take over the Shangshu of the Bai Yu Rite Department in the change of power, Yao Baifeng, the master of science who continues to be in charge of the Guozijian, and Bai Yu who was transferred from the Qingshui Yamen Rite Department to the Ministry of Household with real power.
There is also a certain royal relative who is particularly proud in the middle of winter, well, it is the King of Cheshire who swaggered into the vision of the capital by the light of his son-in-law.
This long lecture lasted from noon to dusk, and there was no sign of the end, but no one left the stage, and even new faces continued to pour in, and there were crowds of people.
During this period, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who supervised the world, joined hands with the Crown Princess and quietly joined halfway.
Soon, Zhao Youling, an assistant minister of the old ministry Shangshu Xinzhongshu Province, broke through the flow of people without hiding his identity, participated in it, and sat on a temporary new futon.
Compared with Zhao Youling, Yin Maochun, the prince who was promoted from the head of the Hanlin Academy to the secretary of the ministry, was much more subtle and low-key, and the light car Jian went to the Guozijian, and stood side by side with Chen Wang, the young and pointed out from the left scattered cavalry of the subordinate province, neither seeing nor hearing anything, but these two big men who can be called the central ministers, a second rank of a foreign court official, and a noble and unparalleled third grade, this station stood for two hours.
Because they stood in an extremely backward position, and they did not follow the escort, let alone wear Zhu Zi's official uniform, and the left and right were all ordinary students of Guozijian who studied the sages and sages in the cold window, no one knew that they were close to each other and had such two bigwigs in the court, and they only regarded them as ordinary Confucian scholars in Tai'an City.
Guozijian continued to be noisy and lively, becoming the focus of heated discussions in the capital, and the wine shops and teahouses outside Guozijian were even more crowded, waiting for the outcome of the debate to come out.
Scholars and scholars constantly ran to the streets to report loudly on the "real-time battle situation".
However, in the Hanlin Academy, where almost everyone went to the empty building, there were two old faces who were dusty, one was Mr.
Yuan, who had been depressed for many years, and the other made the officials on duty almost can't help but roll their eyes in front of them.
Who is willing to demote you to a poor place to be a small county lieutenant Song Kaili as a green onion, if such a cold stove can still be burned, Lao Tzu will eat all the ashes of the stove This official from the Seven Grades Qingliu didn't make too much of a face, after all, Yuan Puyuan Huangmen, who had gone out to visit relatives before, was still hanging in the Hanlin Academy, and he didn't look up and looked down, so there was no need to lose the merits that had been accumulated for many years for a Song Kaili.
Yuan Pu, or Yuan Benxi, the Emperor of Liyang, sat down in his house, and his half-inch tongue was naturally slurred, "Don't go to Guozijian to see where your Song family arose." ” Song Kaili, who followed Mr.
Yuan through the north and south of the river, shook his head and said calmly: "It is useless to revisit the old land. ” Yuan Benxi was silent for a moment, and said slowly: "Chen Wang, Sun Yin, you will be your political enemy in the future."
No matter what they do, they will not lose to you.
However, these two people are the first to move from darkness to light, which is your biggest disadvantage and your only advantage. ” Song Kaili nodded.
In the twilight, not far from the Hanlin Academy, a tall old man with purple hair and blue eyes walked to the royal street alone, standing in the middle of the most majestic and wide street in the world, with his back to the gate of the imperial city, looking at the sky in the south.
The old man remembered a chance encounter when he was young, and at that time, the man was also very young, at least his leg was not lame.
At that time, he was deliberately pressed by his teacher in the Hanlin Academy, and his best friend had already served as the chief driver in the military department, and the rest of the jinshi in the same year also had a bright future.
It was a time when the literati were overwhelmed by the martial arts, and if they pushed forward for ten years, the literati were like servants, and they were only assigned to the military generals as echo worms in the court, if they went back a few decades, the dynasty was divided into feudal towns everywhere, everyone was sealed and torn apart, and it was difficult for the scholars to even respond to the sound worms, and the sycophants were not filmed correctly, or the pictures were full of flowers but were misunderstood or understood by the warriors, maybe they would be directly clicked off their heads, such a dynasty, not to mention the orthodox Great Chu of the Central Plains, is the Dongyue who was willing to be a slave and a maid to the Great Chu, It is also entitled to laugh at the fact that this northern neighbor is a bunch of uncivilized stupid brutes.
And because he was born with purple hair and blue eyes, even the barbarians from Liyang North in the eyes of the Central Plains people were sneering.
In the late autumn season, when the life of a certain scholar was finally slightly better, it was a gloomy day, he went to the Yamen of the Ministry of War to find a friend to open the back door to borrow a map about the territory of Liangliao, and when he got his wish, he got the map, but the torrential rain came suddenly, and he did not dare to let the rain wet the map, so he had to hide from the rain under the eaves of the yamen, but the heavy rain never stopped, so he could only wait honestly.
Then he saw a young man with an umbrella and a small wooden box in his hand.
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For this person, he didn't like it, because this person has a strong martial arrogance, looking at his outfit, it is probably a miscellaneous captain of the imperial court who turns a blind eye, and the courtyard of the yamen of the military department is deep, and there are several times to enter, he guesses that this person may stop at the first time he enters the courtyard, and sure enough, the guy was blocked in the first courtyard, and he didn't care about it anymore, just when he was waiting for the rain, he occasionally turned his head to glance and saw that the young martial artist who was not amazing was standing alone in the heavy rain, and he kept drenching in the rain, the umbrella was placed at his feet, and the open box, white flowers, should be silver.
It's just that this little bit of silver is nothing in the eyes of the master of the military department who can swallow the sky, and three or four of his colleagues drank a meal of flower wine.
He vaguely heard the words of the young man who had eaten the closed door, and it was a few words of meaning upside down, "I, Xu Xiao, took my head and promised you that I only need to give me a thousand soldiers and horses for a month, as long as it is a month, the next time I visit the adults, I will let people carry ten boxes, ten boxes of gold."
The rain kept falling, and he heard the young man in the courtyard talking loudly and compromised.
It was reduced from 1,000 soldiers to 800, and then to 500.
The number of boxes increased from 10 to 20 and then to 30.
When the heavy rain finally gradually turned smaller, perhaps the old men of the military department who were leisurely drinking tea and laughing in it, felt that they could almost go out and return home, 66 continued to have big people out of the courtyard, talking and laughing, and passing by the young man without squinting, and then a staff director finally took a look, but instead of looking at the young man who was begging for soldiers and horses, he looked at the silver soaked in the rain in the box, and sneered, and seemed to say something in a strange way.
It's just that he couldn't hear clearly when he was hiding at the door to avoid the discharge crowd.
He thought that since the rain hadn't completely stopped, he would just wait for his friends in the hospital to finish their affairs.
It may really be the road of endless heaven, he saw an old man wearing a tiger and leopard complement walking out of the courtyard with his hands in his hands, and a subordinate officer of the military department beside him diligently helped to hold an umbrella, and the umbrella surface was all tilted towards the old man.
As the old man passed by the young man, he stopped and kicked the box with his foot.
Because the rain was much lighter, he could hear the disparity of identities clearly.
"Where are the people?"
"The last general, Xu Xiao, from Jinzhou, Liaodong" "Defeat the battle" "Yes, but the last general's brothers had 700 people, and they ate Hong Chengxuan's two main battalions, one of which was still a cavalry" "What the main force and what the cavalry, it's all nonsense, if you lose, you lose.
The official only asks you, and the official will make a small gamble and give you some manpower, but you kid can really earn back the capital."
"Yes" "Well, that's okay, this official will give you a tiger talisman, you can go to the Right Guard to dispatch three hundred people, as for the box, by the way, you said how many you carried" "Back to my lord, it's thirty."
"Thirty" "Fifty" "Yo, it's pretty good.
Okay, the official will give you 300 people, remember to go back and move the box directly to the official mansion. ” "Thank you, the last general will live up to your kindness" "Oh, I almost forgot, what is your name, this official doesn't want to kill people when the time comes, and I don't know who to go to."
"Jinzhou Camp Xu Xiao" In the end, the military boss walked out of the gate of the yamen, followed by the official who was holding an umbrella for him with one hand, and carried the box with one hand.
He saw the young military general standing in the rain with his fists clenched, his waist always straight, but there was an extra tiger talisman in his hand.
The young man put the tiger talisman in his arms, bent down to pick up the umbrella, and turned to walk towards the gate.
He had already retracted his gaze when the young military general picked up the umbrella, and his eyes, nose, nose, and heart were facing south.
The latter did not rush to hold an umbrella, but stopped under the eaves of the door, seemed to see him, and took the initiative to ask with a smile: "Still waiting for the rain to stop" He paused for a moment and nodded.
Then the guy grinned at him, threw the umbrella very neatly, and without giving him a chance to refuse, strode down the steps, stepped in the mud, and walked away.
On that day, he Zhang Julu remembered the name of the young martial artist.
Xu Xiao.
In that year, the era name Yonghui had not yet been used.
The two young people I met by chance, one is not yet the most powerful in the world, and the other is not a general.
It is not a political enemy who has never been in contact with each other.
At the end of the first year of this auspicious talisman, only he, Zhang Julu, who was already an old man, was left.
The old man standing on the royal road slowly came back to his senses, smiled, and said to himself: "I don't like to drink, if I can meet you underground, I have to invite you to have a drink."
But before that, let me hold an umbrella for Beiliang.
Not for you Xu Xiao, only for the people of Beiliang, but also for the people of Liyang. ” At the end of the first year of Xiangfu, Emperor Zhao Dian returned to Beijing on patrol.
Yushitai and the Six Branches jointly impeached one person in the matter.
Liyang assisted Zhang Julu to be imprisoned, and the imperial court announced the top ten sins in the world.
The emperor issued an order to punish the nine clans. “”: