reincarnation one Deng Guangjian rode his horse and walked side by side with Wen Tianxiang.
More than a hundred armored guards surrounded them in front and behind, and the horseshoes beat on the cement official road, playing a stormy melody.
After the heavy rain, the scenery in the outer suburbs of Quanzhou is very beautiful.
The weeping willows planted on both sides of the road three years ago when the Governor's Office rebuilt the official road have become shades.
After the thin eyebrow-like leaves have been moistened by the rain, they are as green as a ball of ink.
As strong.
The whirling willow branches accompany the long official road that undulates between the hills and plains.
Looking from a distance, it looks like a little dragon that has just broken free from its shackles, proudly spreading its healthy body.
Under the layers of weeping willows, people from all over the world stood.
Some of them just wanted to see the true face of their heroes; some came spontaneously to "escort" them after hearing some rumors in the streets; and even more, with the mentality of being crowded and joining in the fun, started a Rush to the roadside early in the morning to have a "cuddle" so that you can find some good conversation topics at the wine table in the evening.
No matter what purpose they came for, everyone's wishes were fulfilled.
Wen Tianxiang's mount was an Arabian horse purchased from the West by merchants who spent a lot of money.
It was one and a half times as tall as a horse that usually pulls a cart.
The BMW horse and elegant cloth robe make it easy for people to distinguish Wen Tianxiang from other officials around him.
And those who were worried about Wen Tianxiang's safety also put their hearts in their stomachs.
More than a hundred heavily armored guards, as well as densely packed garrison soldiers standing on the innermost side of the road, made it difficult for a mosquito to get within five steps of the Governor. .
None of the old Confucian celebrities who had shouted loudly in newspapers beforehand to block the road to protest were nowhere to be seen.
Don't blame them for being timid.
If anyone dared to stroke the governor's tiger beard today, the people around him would rush forward and tear him alive without the guards or soldiers taking action.
Those who gained the most were those who watched the excitement.
There had never been such a grand event in Quanzhou's history to welcome one person, and no one was worthy of this honor.
Now that Wen Tianxiang has it, they have seen it, participated in it, and recorded it.
Even if it is mentioned in front of outsiders decades later, it is enough to make them raise their noses three inches higher.
"In the early autumn of the fourth year of Xiangxing, Prime Minister Wen Tianxiang returned to the court according to the order, and the people of the city came to greet each other on the road, and the streets and alleys were empty."
A few years later, it was recorded in privately written historical materials.
In the official revised history, this trivial incident was naturally ignored, and the weird behavior of some people before Wen Tianxiang's arrival was put into a forgotten corner.
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Because those corners that people don’t pay attention to or try to cover up are turning points in history.
"I wish the Prime Minister good health and a long life."
Behind the clean and tidy incense table, dozens of elderly people over seventy years old held incense and prayed.
The eunuchs from the inner court who came to greet Wen Tianxiang on the emperor's order had not yet spoken, and the senior officials representing the whole court had not yet come forward.
This was already a serious act of transgression by the old people.
However, none of the surrounding soldiers or people were willing to take this seriously.
They followed the old man's words and shouted, "I wish you good health and a long life, Prime Minister."
"A thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand thousand years old" the shouts were like thunder, drowning all the noise in the wave of blessings and worship.
Wen Tianxiang raised his hands in all directions on his horse and expressed his gratitude to the people around him generously.
This action rich in ancient charm further aroused people's emotions.
In the crowd, some people bowed, some waved, and a large number of retired soldiers pressed their fists on their chests and expressed their loyalty to Wen Tianxiang with the standard military salute of the Polu Army.
"A thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand thousand years old."
The common people pushed each other forward, and the guards and soldiers were so nervous that they had to hold each other's hands to ensure the smooth flow of the road.
The guards of the Governor's Mansion consciously shrunk their formation, forming a cavalry of four horses in front and behind Wen Tianxiang to prevent anyone from being too excited and disregarding the safety of the Governor.
"The governor's reputation is very high."
Deng Guangjian was dizzy from the cheers around him.
He turned to look back at Wen Tianxiang and muttered meaningfully.
"I can't hear what you said clearly."
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Wen Tianxiang was also deafened by the cheers and turned his head and shouted.
"I asked the Governor to please listen carefully to the roar of cheers."
Deng Guangjian thought Wen Tianxiang was deliberately pretending to be stupid and shouted a little louder.
The two cheers of "A thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand thousand years old", "Cheers like a tide", and "A thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand thousand years old" happened to cut off Deng Guangjian's words, and only the second half of the sentence reached Wen Tianxiang's ears.
"They are making fun of them, as long as I don't get dizzy myself."
Wen Tianxiang's mind was very sharp and he guessed what Deng Guangjian wanted to express from half a sentence.
"I hope so," Deng Guangjian murmured again, gently holding the horse's head and staggering a few steps away from Wen Tianxiang.
The ten-mile long pavilion was already in front of us.
Zhao Shijun, the Minister of Civil Affairs, Lu Xiufu, the left prime minister, and Chen Biniang, the wife of the Baoguo, represented the civil and military officials and the royal family who stayed in Quanzhou, and greeted them with smiles.
Wen Tianxiang secretly breathed a sigh of relief and flew off his horse.
The fact that Lu Xiufu and Mrs.
Xu were able to come out of the city to meet them showed that the undercurrent in the city had been effectively controlled.
The young emperor Zhao Bing stuck to his promise to Deng Guangjian and stopped at the critical moment, leaving room for maneuver for both the governor's office and the royal family.
"Master Wen has been working hard all the way, and I am here to wait for you on the order of Long Live.
I only have a glass of water and wine to help Master Wen live and wash away the dust."
Lu Xiufu picked up a wine cup and raised it in front of Wen Tianxiang.
"Thank you long live, thank you Prime Minister, thank you fellow Quanzhou folks."
Wen Tianxiang walked out from the guards, took the wine cup, and looked around to express his thanks.
"A thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old!"
Near the pavilion, soldiers and people cheered together again.
The captain of the guard, Wanyan Jingyuan, stepped forward quickly to take the first drink of wine on Wen Tianxiang's behalf.
But Zeng Huan gently grabbed his wrist.
"How can there be a poisonous person like Mr.
Lu?"
Zeng Huan whispered with confidence.
Mr.
Lu, who often stands opposite Wen Cheng, is pedantic, but he is not a person who ignores the overall situation for personal interests.
If he didn't want to ruin the entire country, Lu Xiufu must have tasted this fine wine himself.
Under Wanyan Jingyuan's worried eyes, Wen Tianxiang drank the wine in one gulp.
Lu Xiufu handed over a second glass of wine, representing the feelings of the left-behind officials.
Wen Tianxiang toasted to each other and drank with smiles.
Then Zhao Shijun presented the third one, representing the Zhao royal family.
Under the dual effects of exercise and alcohol, Wen Tianxiang's thin face soon showed a slight redness.
In an instant, Wen Tianxiang's steps seemed a little frivolous, and he was almost drunk.
It's about time, Zeng Huan thought with wide eyes.
If Chen Yizhong still doesn't give up and the Mongols want to take action, Zhao Bing will go against Deng Guang's recommendation.
Now that Master Wen has the fewest guards around him, it is the best time to assassinate him.
He squeezed Wanyan Jingyuan's hand and slowly moved his body forward.
Wanyan Jingyuan and Zeng Huan supported Wen Tianxiang on the left and right, and their alert eyes scanned every corner around them.
Nothing happened.
The people and officials around him smiled kindly, watching the hero in their hearts get drunk from three glasses of light wine.
This is their favorite Prime Minister Wen, with flesh and blood.
Your face will turn red after drinking, and you will stagger when you are drunk.
Rather than waving the feather fan gently, a fairy figure who is included in the world's institutions but does not eat the fireworks of the world.
This smile makes people feel warm, as if they are back at home, drinking and congratulating each other with their brothers and sisters.
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Zeng Huan suddenly felt that he was a little too sensitive and thought too badly of the emperor and the left-behind officials.
"Did they really try to kill the Prime Minister as they reported in detail?"
Zeng Huan thought suspiciously for a moment.
Lu Xiufu stepped forward with a smile, pointed at the row of carriages behind the pavilion, and said, "Long live the Prime Minister, who was considerate of Prime Minister Wen's fatigue, and specifically let his carriage out.
Please follow me and help Mr.
Wen get into the carriage.
There are fruits in the carriage, and Sobering up soup.
We still have a long way to go, Lord Wen just happened to take a rest inside so that he can go to see the Holy Master.
Long live he is still waiting at the gate of the palace."
Zeng Huan and Wanyan Jingyuan released their hands with suspicion and watched as the guards helped Wen Tianxiang into the carriage specially made for the young emperor by Shaowu Factory.
Amid the cheers of the people, the carriage slowly started and drove along the official road towards the blue city wall in the distance.
"Military advisor, don't you think things are a little weird?"
Liu Zijun immediately stepped forward and approached Zeng Huan and said.
"It's strange, but you also know what's going on with that car," Zeng Huan replied in a lowered voice.
At this moment, all those who were left behind during the trip and the attachés of the Governor's Mansion got on their mounts and followed Wen Tianxiang's carriage slowly.
There are many people with mixed ears, so even if he had ten thousand questions in his mind, he would not dare to express them too obviously.
"Something's wrong."
Liu Zijun shook his head repeatedly, feeling suddenly uncomfortable.
This feeling of emptiness of using all his strength to punch, but hitting a ball of cotton, made him sweat break out on his forehead.
Everything was different from what was expected.
Chen Yizhong's family general Zheng Huchen did not appear, and the expected assassin made no move.
Even the meticulous work of the Mongols disappeared without a trace the night before Wen Tianxiang entered the city.
As an intelligence collection analyst, Liu Zijun understands what this means.
If the opponent's actions are unexpected, it means that the opponent has completely taken the initiative.
When he delivers the final blow, there's only one ending waiting for you.
Death, Liu Zijun was frightened by his own thoughts.
Regardless of everyone's suspicious looks, he spurred his mount to take a few steps to catch up with Wen Tianxiang's carriage.
He stretched out his finger and knocked lightly on the door.
Please come to 17k to support alcoholics There is a crisp sound when the finger falls, which is the unique sound of steel car doors.
The four walls of the carriage customized by Shaowu Ordnance Factory for the young emperor Zhao Bing were riveted with thin steel plates.
Except for the double-glazed windows on both sides of the carriage, which were a bit fragile, other parts could not be cut even with a broken blade.
Wen Tianxiang was much safer sleeping in the car than riding on a horse.
Unless an assassin was ambushed in the carriage in advance, he would be in trouble.
"Zijun, tell me what happened?"
Wen Tianxiang opened the gauze curtain on the car window and ordered drunkenly through the glass.
Liu Zijun smiled apologetically at Lu Xiufu and others, opened the car door and jumped in.
Through the sunlight filtering through the gauze curtain, he saw Wen Tianxiang's eyes that were not drunk.
"Prime Minister, things went too smoothly.
Long live suddenly changed his temper," Liu Zijun said in a voice like a gnat.
There was a lot of space in the carriage, but he tried his best to avoid Wen Tianxiang's eyes that could almost see into people's hearts.
"Alas" Wen Tianxiang sighed in response, and then said in an equally low voice: "You transferred the musketry battalion training in Nan'an to the city, and in the name of self-cultivation, you hid Wang Laoshi, Zhang Goudan and others.
Entering Quanzhou.
At this moment, the governor's office needs troops and generals in the city.
What other tricks can others do?"
"Prime Minister, Prime Minister" Liu Zijun felt "rainwater" dripping down his forehead and down the brim of his hat.
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He sent troops into the city in the name of self-cultivation, and in the name of diverting the waterway, but he, Zeng Huan and others did not ask for permission.
Self-assertive behavior.
Everyone thought that Wen Tianxiang was successfully hoodwinked, but they didn't expect that Wen Tianxiang was not confused at all and saw everything everyone did.
"Zijun, if the emperor or Chen Yizhong sends assassins today, what are you going to do?
Have you hidden the yellow robe in your arms?"
Wen Tianxiang used his arms to support him, straightened his body on the soft body, and asked quietly.
Liu Zijun's back felt cold, and his voice trembled involuntarily, "Prime Minister, we have no ill intentions towards the Prime Minister."
"I never said you had any ill intentions.
When you ask me to be the emperor, I still think you have ill intentions.
That means I don't know what's good or bad."
Wen Tianxiang's voice was full of regret and disappointment, "But have you forgotten, no matter what If either of us wins, the country will be severely weakened, and the Tatars will be the ones who get the advantage."
"I, I" Liu Zijun squeaked, not knowing how to face the disappointed eyes in front of him.
For a moment, his heart was filled with regret, but the regret was quickly replaced by another decisive emotion.
Raising his head, he raised his voice slightly and said: "Everyone thinks that this is the fastest way to calm down chaos.
The Prime Minister has high expectations, a kind heart, and is not greedy for power.
In the future, he will definitely appoint people on their merits and follow the advice of others.
Since many people want to have an emperor above their heads, instead of letting a few little kids and old men fool around, why not just go ahead and do it."
"This is all your thoughts, yours, and those of Ziju, Xian Zhang and all of them."
Wen Tianxiang stared at Liu Zijun, with an expression on his face that could not tell whether he was happy or angry.
At this moment, he felt very desolate and almost needed all his strength to support himself from falling.
Everything is to improve efficiency, this sentence is very familiar to him in his memory.
Wen Zhong often heard this sentence in another time and space, when the so-called supreme commander used this excuse to deal with all independent actions, and used this excuse to escort all opponents to the execution ground.
But those who refused to bow their heads under the guns of foreign enemies shouted long live in front of the lonely man.
I tried my best to avoid the same situation, but in the end I saw how the people I trusted pushed me to the altar step by step.
"A thousand years old, a thousand years old, a thousand years old," the shouts outside the car got louder and louder, and the waves hit Wen Tianxiang's heart.
There was only one step away from Long Live.
He didn't know whether this was a new reincarnation or a new beginning.
"Yes, it was the general who brought it up first.
They didn't object, and they all agreed."
Liu Zijun was frightened nervously by Wen Tianxiang's expression, and said incoherently, "The general is willing to be punished, but please consider everyone's wishes."
Opinion" "You are punished Zijun, why should I punish you?"
Wen Tianxiang smiled bitterly, "The transportation of troops and horses is within the scope of the staff's responsibilities, and the recuperation of wounded soldiers should also be under the unified arrangements of Chen Longfu.
You are all doing things within the scope of your responsibilities, I I didn't realize the secret at the time.
Before I took out the yellow robe, I had no evidence.
How could I punish you?
When you took out the yellow robe, I was already a loner, so why should I punish you?"
"Zijun, you are all capable of calculating so cleverly.
The court, the governor's office, the people, and me, the governor, are all involved in your calculations."
Wen Tianxiang sighed in a low voice, with sadness in his tone.
A knife piercing the hearts of myself and those who listen, "But when you were calculating, have you ever thought about it?
We all made an oath before the covenant."
Please come to 17k to support alcoholics "Prime Minister, electing you to be the emperor does not violate the agreement," Liu Zijun explained anxiously.
He didn't know whether someone leaked the news or whether Wen Tianxiang's careful planning was seen through by Wen Tianxiang.
But he understands one thing, that is, this matter cannot be abandoned halfway.
The royal family will not give up and give up halfway this time.
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Next time, there will be bloodshed in the struggle for power.
Instead of continuing the fight endlessly, it is better to shed all the blood that needs to be shed at once.
"Do not violate the agreement."
Wen Tianxiang's eyes widened, as if he was not facing Liu Zijun, but a monster that came from nowhere.
"Recommending you to be the emperor does not violate the original intention of the agreement.
The purpose of the agreement is to accept everyone's advice.
At this moment, everyone's consensus is that you will be the emperor."
Liu Zijun expressed his views very clearly.
Wen Tianxiang was stunned again, as if there were thousands of troops fighting in his mind, and the increasingly passionate cheers outside the car window gave him a splitting headache.
All the light wine he had just drank came to his head, and the numbing sensation spread from his scalp to the soles of his feet.
He could not think, breath, or have the strength to speak.
In a daze, it seemed as if his soul had left his body and risen to the ceiling of the carriage.
In the carriage decorated with golden walls, there was another figure with a mocking face.
Wen Tianxiang knew that it was Wen Zhong who had been hiding deep in his soul.
"You must concentrate all the power in one person, otherwise, the whole country and yourself will die without a burial place."
Wen Zhong, dressed in Confucian attire, smiled mockingly, as if he had already expected that Wen Tianxiang would face such a dilemma.
"I just want to get this country out of reincarnation," Song Rui, who was wearing an Eighth Route Army uniform, protested loudly, but his expression and behavior were so pale.
"You can't escape reincarnation."
Another figure appeared out of the air, like Chen Yizhong, Zeng Huan, or Liu Zijun.
His face kept changing, but he said the same sentence, "You ignored everyone's opinions and refused.
What's the difference between this yellow robe and Yiyan Jiuding?
Haha, the yellow robe has been put on you.
Whether you accept it or not, the ending will be the same.
If you can't untie it, you will be reincarnated forever. continue" "Chitose, Chitose, Chitose", the cheers outside the car window were deafening
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