In Qinzhong, the Yamen of the prefect of Qinzhou.
The sky was completely dark, but Yang Zefang was still standing in the courtyard.
It has been more than a month since I left the imperial capital and now entered Qinzhou, which is closest to the rebels and also the most severely affected by the earthquake.
Even though they had made sufficient psychological preparations before, the group still underestimated the horror of the disaster.
The so-called no rooster crows for a thousand miles and the bones are exposed in the wild is nothing more than that.
As the largest town in central Qin, Qinzhou used to have a population of nearly 100,000, but now it only has less than half.
As far as the eye can see, there are ruins and ruins everywhere, and people are starving everywhere.
Fortunately, it was freezing cold, otherwise, with so many dead people, there would have been a plague rampant in the city right now.
But precisely because it was so cold and the people were short of food and clothing, new corpses were still being carried out every day.
During these days in Qinzhou, what Zhou Jingwen and Yang Zefang did most every day was to send people to dispose of the corpses.
So far, although disaster relief tasks have been assigned, there is still no substantial progress.
The reason for this is that the relief materials distributed by the imperial court are too slow.
If there is another heavy snow and the roads are blocked, it will be postponed again.
In that case, it will be a fatal blow to the people of Qin; and the rebels will become more and more arrogant.
Arrogant, just the day before yesterday, distance Lingzhou City, a hundred miles away from Qinzhou, was captured again.
We don’t know when the imperial army will arrive.
Otherwise, Qinzhou, as the gateway to the west, may be in a worrying situation.
Once Qinzhou is really lost, it is impossible to say that the door will be opened to the rebels.
It would directly endanger the imperial capital.
But as far as Yang Zefang knew, there was currently no one in the court.
Due to the unrest on the border, the emperor has just selected several well-known generals to go to the border.
Speaking of the rest, Dongtinghou Guanfeng is still strong and brave, but unfortunately they are tight.
Just after leaving the imperial capital, I heard that Guan Feng suddenly fell ill.
I even heard a few days ago that even the emperor was seriously ill, and the fifth prince Ji Sheng temporarily took on the responsibility of supervising the country.
Fortunately, Yang Zefang and his party traveled day and night, and the arrival of the imperial envoy gave the people of Qinzhou more hope and the situation became much more stable.
However, Ruoran's disaster relief supplies and the imperial army have not yet arrived.
"Master, it's cold outside, let's go inside and rest for a while."
Seeing that Yang Zefang had been standing in the courtyard for half an hour, the housekeeper Yang Hong couldn't help but worry and hurriedly stepped forward to persuade him.
Yang Zefang said "hmm", turned around and was about to go into the room, when suddenly there was a burst of noisy footsteps outside.
The excited voice of Meng Yan, the prefect of Qinzhou, also sounded: "Master Zhou, Master Yang, what a happy event, the imperial army has arrived."
Yang Zefang was so happy that he didn't even bother to put on the cloak that Yang Hong brought over.
He turned around and ran outside.
When they reached a moon gate, they met Zhou Jingwen who was also in a hurry.
"Master Zhou."
Yang Zefang cupped his hand.
"Master Yang, I'm looking for you.
Come on, let's go out and greet Shen Shuai."
Zhou Jingwen said with a smile, obviously in a good mood.
"Shuai Shen" Yang Zefang was stunned for a moment.
He searched through his memory and found that he really couldn't remember any general named Shen in the court.
"Exactly."
Zhou Jingwen didn't seem to notice Yang Zefang's strange look, "Speaking of which, he is still a relative of Mr.
Yang.
Isn't this Marshal Shen the in-law of Mr.
Yang, the British Mr.
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Shen Qingyun?"
"It's him."
Yang Zefang couldn't believe her ears.
Are you kidding?
Shen Qingyun is really a civil and military officer in the entire dynasty.
Although Shen Qingyun comes from a family of military generals, he prefers literature and hates martial arts.
Even though he holds the military position of military officer of the left-wing forward army guard, he is not good at military affairs.
But he has never made any achievements in the military, and he has never been to the battlefield to kill the enemy.
How can such a person be rashly used to lead an army in battle?
If I remember correctly, Shen Qingyun is clearly guilty at the moment.
Due to the poor defense of Xishan Hunting, he was removed from his official position by the emperor and ordered to reflect behind closed doors.
Why is he suddenly in charge of the commander's seal?
"No."
Seeming to see Yang Zefang's doubts, Zhou Jingwen nodded affirmatively, "That's the British Lord Shen.
The Shen family has good generals for generations, Shen Gong is good at planning, the eldest son of the Shen family is good at martial arts, and he is a hero who can subdue tigers on the Xishan hunting ground.
How could it be possible for an ordinary person to be like a father and son fighting in the battle as brothers?
Now it seems that the British father-in-law and his son are going to write a good story. " As he spoke, he seemed to suddenly think of something, patted his head and said: "Look at my brain, I actually forgot to tell you that the imperial court ordered Duke Shen to take charge of the army, and your son-in-law is the vanguard.
It is fate that we can reunite with our family here."
Shen Cheng also came.
Yang Zefang was startled for a moment, and he felt more and more that something was wrong.
Looking at the imperial capital, no one knew that the British Duke and the eldest son were incompatible with each other.
Otherwise, when Xishan was questioned, the British Duke would not ignore the facts and directly push it out.
The eldest son tops the cylinder.
He went so far that even the emperor couldn't stand it.
Now, it is unbelievable that a play involving father and son working together to defeat gold is going to be staged.
Clearly seeing Yang Zefang's tangled expression, Zhou Jingwen said no more, turned around and strode forward.
Yang Zefang sighed silently and had no choice but to follow.
The imperial court is currently overseeing the country with the fifth prince, and it is clear at a glance who is responsible for these things.
Even the fifth prince didn't even think about it.
If Qinzhou was really lost, it would be in dire straits if it wasn't for the sake of peace.
What good would it do to him?
But there was nothing I could do, I could only take one step at a time.
The two of them had just stood outside the mansion when they heard the clatter of horse hooves in the distance.
Everyone looked up and saw dozens of people approaching on horseback in the dark night.
The crowd soon arrived in front of the government office.
Zhou Jingwen and Yang Zefang took a closer look.
Not all of the people coming were wearing helmets and armors, especially the one in the middle.
He was wearing a navy blue cloak outside the silver-white armor, and his two long beards were fluttering in the wind.
He was really gentle and elegant. extraordinary.
"Mr.
Shen" Zhou Jingwen hurriedly walked a few steps down the steps, his smile showing undeniable intimacy.
Yang Zefang's expression became increasingly gloomy and unclear.
This is the Qinzhou disaster area, not the Qionglou Imperial Garden.
Shen Qingyun is really here to fight, not to go out in the wild and enjoy the scenery of the mountains and waters.
It's just that the matter has come to this, but there is nothing that can be done.
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Qiang suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and followed Zhou Jingwen to greet him.
Over there, Shen Qingyun had already swung the stirrup from the saddle and dismounted the horse, and his movements were quite graceful.
Seeing Zhou Jingwen coming down the steps, Shen Qingyun stepped forward with a smile on his face: "Brother Jingwen, I'm fine with my armor.
I don't have time to salute you.
I hope you can forgive me, brother Zhou."
The tone of his voice sounded hopeful and full of ambition.
No wonder Shen Qingyun is like this.
I really never expected that I would be able to return to officialdom so soon.
What's more, he was promoted to a higher position.
There is something even more satisfying, that is, sitting in the position of the commander-in-chief and seeing the thousands of troops and horses below surrendering.
The feeling of being in control of one's power is really indescribably satisfying.
At this time, Shen Qingyun even began to regret.
If he had known that being a marshal was so prestigious, why would he bother to confront the old Duke?
Not to mention that every time I see the eldest son, Shen Cheng, who has never obeyed discipline and was arrogant, looking miserable when he is obeying orders, I feel really comfortable.
"Shuai Shen's words are serious.
How dare you Jingwen?"
Zhou Jingwen frowned slightly, but immediately opened his eyebrows, smiled and sighed to Yang Zefang, who was always silent next to him, "People say that the British Duke Shen's family is the white jade of the great righteousness.
Pillars, purple gold beams across the sea, I saw Shen Shuai Fengyi today and found out that the rumors were indeed true."
The status of the Shen family in the Da Zheng Dynasty is naturally unparalleled by that of other meritorious families.
However, the Shen family that is so respected by the world only refers to the Shen family when the old Duke was still alive.
What does it have to do with the half-hearted Shen Qingyun in front of him?
However, his eyes were fixed on a bearded man who was standing on the wrong shoulder with Shen Qingyun for a moment.
This man looked rather distinguished.
Shen Qingyun was obviously aware of Yang Zefang's gaze, and tightened his jaw.
He seemed to have just noticed that there was someone else besides Zhou Jingwen.
The smile on his face instantly became dull.
Seeing Yang Zefang's hand in greeting, he reluctantly nodded. nod: "Master Yang."
Rude and perfunctory attitude When they were in court, they looked at Yang Zefang, a loyal minister of the emperor, with displeasure.
When the Yang family actually accepted Shen Cheng as their son-in-law, they defended him in every way.
Shen Qingyun was even more disgusted with it.
I even felt that Yang Zefang was just a hypocrite.
After all, his son didn't know that he was completely useless.
Yang Zefang would treat it like a treasure.
Maybe he was just like the traitor, who was eyeing his title of British Duke.
Shen Qingyun even revealed these words in secret in front of others more than once.
Because he was 100% unwelcome, Shen Qingyun thought that he was showing good manners by being willing to talk to Yang Zefang instead of giving him a blow.
Zhou Jingwen didn't seem to notice the turbulent undercurrent between the two, and still laughed at Yan Yan: "Shuai Shen shared your worries with you.
He traveled day and night all the way.
He must be very tired.
Let's go.
It's so cold outside.
Let's go inside and talk. ” Shen Qingyun nodded, directly took Zhou Jingwen's hand, and strode towards the government office.
Now that he had a lot of troops, it didn't matter if he offended ten or eight, let alone one Yang Zefang.
Seeing the two people with the highest official positions leaving, and the rest of the people hurrying to follow, Yang Zefang, who was left behind for a moment, seemed particularly lonely.
Seeing their master being humiliated like this, Yang Hong and others all turned pale.
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On the contrary, Yang Zefang was not at all annoyed, but the look in his eyes was mostly disappointment.
Shen Qingyun's behavior is not here to relieve the people's hangover.
It is clearly just showing off his power and prestige.
With such a high-spirited marshal, I really don’t know how to fight this battle gd1806102: