The most powerful minister in the world

In the fifteenth year of Qian Yang, winter begins.

Led by their coach Jing Lixiao, the Jing Jiajun defeated five of the seven border cities captured by Chen Guo three years ago.

The second prince of the Chen Kingdom, Li Junhao, was captured alive by the right general Jing Xi. During the light snow season of the same month, the Jing family army was summoned to escort the imperial prince back to the capital.

The situation on the border was unstable, so only the Jing family father and son led five thousand python-headed black cavalry back to the capital.

It is said that since the capital received the news, the whole country has been celebrating in the past half month. Whether it is the mood of high-ranking officials and nobles or ordinary people wearing coarse clothes and linen, it can be described in four words.

Looking forward to it!

The snow came earlier this year, and the snow in the dark corners of the gate building of Longyang City was still stubbornly waiting for the sky and earth to be dyed into one color again under the already clear sunlight.

All the civil and military officials had already stood in front of the city gate, and the various types of servants on the gray and blue floor tiles seemed a bit messy. Now, there were about a hundred or so people gathered together, with their hands in their sleeves and whispering to each other.

"Hey, this day is really weird this year. It's been snowing for more than half a month, but there's still no warmth."

The official from the capital who spoke was wearing a sea blue official uniform, rubbing his hands back and forth, and letting out a sigh of relief from time to time.

"If you feel cold, you can get into the sedan chair now and go home, hugging the concubine you just adopted to warm yourself up."

Hearing this, the fellow officials on the side smiled and agreed, making the officials who felt cold curled their lips and stopped talking.

"I said, you can't blame Shilang Li for complaining. We went out to wait before the sky cleared up. Look, the morning fog hasn't even cleared up yet."

Just when other officials wanted to express their opinions, there was an exclamation from the crowd, attracting everyone's attention.

"Where are I looking? I see the flag of the Jing Family Army!"

As everyone's eyes converged on one place, in the thick morning fog, a military flag was fluttering in the breeze.

All that came to my ears was the uniform sound of horse hooves and the sound of saddles clashing.

Jing Jiajun is back!

"Quickly, everyone is standing still. Where are the people from the Ministry of Etiquette? Hurry up and play music!"

The originally scattered officials quickly arranged themselves in order, and with the sound of the first drum beating, what followed was an outpouring of triumphal joy.

Looking outside the east gate of Longyang City, at two mountain streams in the mountains, a row of black cavalry with python heads broke through the thick fog and came into view.

"What charter, why are there only these few people?"

"Yes, what's going on? Where is the captured prince of Chen Kingdom?"

The public opinion of the officials gradually overshadowed the music played by the Ministry of Rites. A black cavalryman carrying a military flag with black background and gold embroidery quickly rushed to the crowd. He pulled the reins and said angrily: "My lords, thank you for your hard work!"

Without waiting for the officials who could not hold themselves back to ask questions, the black knight continued: "My coach said that all the great victories in the frontier are due to the emperor's grace. Now that he has not entered the palace to meet the emperor, he dare not accept the congratulations of your lords, so My lords, please come back.”

After saying that, the black knight grabbed the reins and turned around to leave.

Standing at the front, Zuo Yan, Shangshu of the Ministry of Finance, immediately shouted at the top of his lungs: "Where is the prince of the enemy country?"

The black horseman replied on his galloping horse without looking back: "My young marshal and right general have entered the city from the south gate. The captured prince will be escorted to the Tianlao by the two of them personally."

As the black cavalry carrying the flag returned to the team, the group disappeared into the thick fog again.

The cool morning breeze blew on Baiguan's face, stirring up all kinds of emotions in his heart.

"Hey~ This Jing family army is so impressive. A small captain is giving us orders on horseback with great power. It's really amazing." The official who was talking looked around furtively and saw that there was no agreement, so he hurriedly moved away. He moved his body and said to Zuo Yan: "Zuo Shangshu, what do you think we are?"

Listening to the chatter in his ears, Zuo Yan, holding his gun and stick, rubbed his palms, swung his sleeves behind his back and snorted: "You go wherever you like, ask me what I do!"

Zuo Yan left angrily. When everyone saw that the most senior household minister had left, they really didn't want to be here again, so they dispersed in a hurry and went about their own business.

The East Gate side is quiet, but the South Gate side is lively.

Someone shouted on the vast street that the Jing's army was entering the city from the south gate, causing all the vendors to throw away their livelihood and rush to both sides of the street, squeezing their heads and cheering.

All the windows in the attic were open, and the diners in the restaurant were lying on the window sills, stretching their necks to look down. What's more, they couldn't get a good spot, so they actually climbed up the nearby tree just to catch a glimpse of Jing Jiajun.

The young girls in the capital, and the timid men who secretly followed the crowd and rode on horses, blushed unknowingly. The bolder ones would stand in the attic window and throw jewelry and other objects at the admirers in order to get a response from the admirers.

The folk customs in the south are simple and simple, and the Jing family army has long been regarded as the righteous teacher and the king's teacher in the hearts of the people. If they were not bound by the Three Cardinal Guidelines and the Five Permanent Rules, I am afraid that these soldiers who survived the battlefield would have been dragged into their homes. Wine was served and a banquet was served.

The leader of the three thousand black knights is riding a dragon and horse with snow-haired flowers, an autumn frost jade sword across his waist, and a sunset pearl robe. He pulls the reins in his hand and is invincible in all directions. Looking at his appearance, don't say that if you choose one out of a thousand, you will conquer the world. I can't find a match either.

It's just that the jump between his eyebrows adds a little childishness, but it doesn't hinder his Pan An appearance at all. If you hadn't seen the long black cavalry following him in a mighty way, you would never think of this. He was a young general who captured the prince of an enemy country alive. He could only be regarded as the handsome young man from a certain official family.

The young man put his fingers in his mouth and whistled, and a snow eagle flapped its wings and flew to his shoulder.

A milky white feather fell from in front of the young man. He gently twisted it with his hands and started playing with it.

Listening to the endless shouts in his ears, his bright star eyes seemed to be beating, and the slightly raised corners of his mouth announced that he was immersed in the atmosphere of glory at this moment.

"Look, the old man really doesn't enjoy this kind of scenery. He sneaks back by himself and acts like a thief. Don't you think so, Marshal Jing?" Jing Xi grinned his big white teeth and looked at the man next to him. Jingchuan joked.

The Jingchuan beside him is the young marshal of the Jing family army and the biological son of Jing Lixiao. Why do we need to mention this? It’s very simple, because our young hero who captured the prince of the enemy country alive is Jing Lixiao in the snow. Picked up from the nest.

In the late winter of that year, Jing Lixiao led his troops to northern Xinjiang to support the Baijie Army in repelling the Northern Barbarians. When he returned to Beijing, he heard the sound of a baby crying in the ice and snow. He was shocked and asked the black cavalry to disperse and search for him.

I found this crying baby in a thick nest of snow under a dead tree. I saw that it had no fear in such a harsh environment and was still grinning. When we met, the dark clouds in the sky dispersed. The sun turned into a beam of light and shone directly down, so it was named Xi.

Later, he was adopted into the Jing Mansion and regarded as his own. He studied and practiced martial arts with his eldest son Jing Chuan. Because Jing Xi was so smart, he was taken to the military camp for training early.

In the military camp, Jingxi's intelligence was even more obvious, and even some veterans who had been on the battlefield admired him.

At this time, the adopted son was teasing his elder brother. Jingchuan had not talked much since he was a child, and his sharp eyebrows were always wrinkled intentionally or unintentionally, giving the impression that he would never get close to him easily.

Although the two are not biological brothers, in terms of appearance, they can be said to be equally handsome. Unfortunately, Jingchuan is a little more mature and lacks a bit of the enthusiasm that a young man should have.

"Daddy is not here, so you can have fun like a monkey. Stay calm and don't embarrass the Jing family army." Jingchuan was still wearing the armor he wore in battle, and he was holding the long sword on his waist when he spoke.

"Yes, yes, you are the boss and you have the final say. Xiaoyu, let's go and accompany me to see if our distinguished guest has frozen to death."

Jingxi teased the snow eagle on his shoulder and gave Jingchuan a blank look, then pulled the reins and turned the horse's head towards the rear of the team.

"Hey, you've almost got it. Don't humiliate him too much. A scholar can be killed but not humiliated!"

"What's wrong, this person is in my hands. It's impossible for him to decide whether he's dead or alive!"

Jing Xi calmly took the fresh fruits from the hands of the people greeting him on the street, and handed them to the black knight beside him, motioning for him to share them. He only took an apple and started to chew it.

"General, should we go back to the barracks first, or should we directly send the one who suffered a thousand cuts to the prison?"

Looking at the bloodshot eyes of Hei Qi who took the fruit basket, Jing Xi sighed, patted his shoulder and said, "Don't be angry, I won't make it easy for him."

Hei Qi bit his lip and nodded, then stepped aside. Jing Xi rubbed his face, put on a smiling face and slowly rode up to a wooden cage.

The person locked inside is Li Junhao, the second prince of the Chen Kingdom. Judging from his age, he should be in the first grade.

Two heavy iron chains had already crushed his arms. Now, in this winter season, he was only wearing a thin and tattered undershirt. His hair was spread over his shoulders, and his face was covered with dirt.

For a prince of a country to be captured by an enemy general, this kind of thing can be said to be a great shame and humiliation. Others would probably have thought of committing suicide long ago.

But the second prince of the Chen Kingdom just sat cross-legged in the cage with his eyes closed, suffering from the jolts.

"Boom boom boom!"

With a rapid knocking sound, Li Junhao opened his eyes that had been punched. He was born with double pupils. He was actually born with double pupils!

"Hey~ Young general, have I disturbed the second prince's sweet dream?" Jing Xi spoke sarcastically without concealing it, and threw the finished fruit core directly to his side.

Li Junhao remained silent despite this humiliation. He only looked at Jingxi coldly with squinting eyes, his dry and bleeding lips moving up and down.

"It is said that you Chen people can endure hardship the most. It seems that what they say is true. All princes are like this. It's just..." Jing Xi leaned down slightly and narrowed his eyes and continued: "It's just that I don't know what you are like. Is the emperor the same as you, who can be so submissive?"

Li Junhao heard the words, coughed twice, and finally couldn't help but said: "I have become your prisoner now, why do you have to keep pushing me so hard? Aren't you afraid that I will be humiliated and commit suicide? This is all your southern country's plan." But it’s all in vain!”

"Hahaha" Hearing this, Jingxi took out the sword from his waist and threw it over. The blade of the sword scraped against the iron chain and splashed sparks. He crossed his legs on the horse and moved his whole body to one side, leaning on his cheek and looking at Li Junhao. Said: "Easy!"

Li Junhao gritted his teeth and quickly grabbed the hilt of the sword and put it on his neck. The black knights who were moving around with the prison car immediately moved, but were stopped immediately by Jing Xi.

"Everyone, step back and let him go."

How dare they not listen to Jing Xi's words? They shrank their necks and stepped aside, but their eyes were fixed on the long sword Li Junhao had on his neck.

After seemingly struggling for a few times, Li Junhao let out a groan and dropped the sword.

"Hahaha, you are such a coward, but you still deserve to have integrity!" Jingxi stretched out his hand and said coldly: "Bring it here!"

Li Junhao really listened to Jing Xi's words and handed over the sword, but Jing Xi still refused and roared: "I asked you to grab the sword blade and hand it to me!"

You know, since Jingxi arrived in front of the prison car, the eyes of the people on both sides of the street have also followed here. Although the prison car is moving with the cavalry, it is always the focus.

Li Junhao, who was as busy as a bereaved dog, held the sword in his hand and stretched the hilt out of the prison car. Jingxi withdrew the sword without mercy. The sharp sword directly broke his delicate palm, and bright red blood dripped. dripped down.

"Ah~~~" The severe pain made Li Junhao curl up.

"Hey, Second Prince, you can't bear this little pain?" Jingxi asked the horse to get closer to the prison car, "You have to pay back the lives of my brothers!"

"Folks, this is the famous Second Prince of the Chen Kingdom. He hasn't eaten for several days. If anyone has any broken eggs or vegetables in their hands, please throw them over with kindness!"

Hearing Jing Xi's shout, the people on both sides turned the contents of the basket into sharp arrows with extremely precise precision and threw them into the prison car one after another. Countless eggs hit Li Junhao's head.

Seeing this scene, Jing Xi breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and sat up straight on his horse, and was about to leave when he heard Li Junhao laugh behind him.

"Hahaha, I heard that your lieutenant was among the five hundred people who died. Thank God. I only wish that the fire didn't burn the other thousand or so of you to death!"

As soon as he said this, the surrounding black knights quickly surrounded Jingxi. Based on their understanding of Jingxi, if they did not stop him, I am afraid that only Li Junhao's body would be transported to Tianlao!

Jingchuan heard the sound and came over, and impatiently slapped Jingxi's dragon-flowered horse with his scabbard. The horse was frightened and ran away.

Jingxi on the horse hurriedly pulled the reins and shouted: "Your uncle, Jingchuan, I will not let him return to Chen State alive!"