Quan Yutianxia GL

Murong Yunji wanted to take advantage of the gap in time and distance, and before the three armies of Liaodong converged, he would first take the central army and then attack its wings.

However, Aruna was not optimistic about this plan, and refused to dispatch Rouran troops, expressing that he only wanted to help defend Jinyang City.

Murong Yun's halberd face sank like water, he went straight to the barracks when he got off the city wall, dispatched troops and generals, and prepared to send troops.

When he finished arranging the affairs and came out of the barracks on horseback to go back home, he saw a commoner kneeling on the side of the street holding a cloth bag, while several Yan soldiers were punching and kicking him.

"What happened?"

Murong Yunji didn't want to take care of such a trivial matter, but by accident, he reined in his horse and made people come forward to ask about the situation.

"See General..."

Several Yan soldiers looked at Murong Yunji who was riding behind him on the horse, and hurriedly knelt down in panic: "No...it's nothing serious, it's just this Qing Nu who stole the army rations..."

"No! It's not like that..."

Qingnu, who was beaten with scars all over his face and bleeding from his mouth and nose, saw a high-ranking official questioning him, and hurriedly knelt down and explained: "These grains are rewards for the slaves' contributions, but they want to take them away... The servants only have this little food, and there are elderly parents at home, without food, they will have no way of life... I beg the general to be merciful..."

"Is that right?"

Murong Yunji looked at those Yan soldiers, and said coldly: "Isn't the food distributed in the barracks every day enough to satisfy you all? You even robbed a servant?"

Several Yan soldiers kowtowed again and again, seeing Murong Yunji getting bored for a while——Hu Yi is really Hu Yi, not only does he not know poetry and books, he doesn't even understand etiquette, justice, integrity and shame. Raiders...

I don't know how the Liaodong Army was trained. I heard that even if it is an expedition to fight in a different place, it can do nothing to the people.

"Get up, for the sake of your filial piety, this general will reward you with a bag of grain." Murong Yunji helped the Qing slave up: "Fight well, and you will be promoted and rich if you make contributions, so that your mother can live a better life." day."

"Slave Qian San, thank you General for your great kindness!"

Qian Sanfu knelt on the ground, kowtowed again and again, until Murong Yunji had gone so far that he couldn't even see his back, then he raised his head - he had heard that the general issued a decree forbidding Xianbei and Rouran people to bully Qing people, but Unexpectedly, the general is so benevolent and righteous. If someone says that the general is not good in the future...

Just as he was thinking, several Yan soldiers who had been dismissed by Murong Yunji came back looking at the opportunity, and the leader of the team pressed the handle of the knife forehand, sneering and asking someone to come over and carry the bag of grain that Murong Yunji rewarded.

"That's right, Qian San, you can actually ask General Murong to give you a favor." Dui Zheng said: "In this case, I will give you a favor too, just take the extra bag."

"Master, this servant has an old mother..."

"Bah! You have a mother, and so does my father." The team was pulling out a knife: "Could it be that your mother eats food, and my family has to be hungry?"

"Son... Be careful!"

Just as Du Zheng drew out his knife, he took two steps forward. An old woman with white hair and ragged clothes rushed out and stood in front of Qian San, holding the bag of grain tightly.

"Mom! Let go! Let go!"

Qian San knew that this team was really moving, and quickly grabbed his mother, trying to drag her away.

However, the white-haired old woman shook her head with tears streaming down her face, with sadness and despair in her eyes...

A few years ago, there was a severe drought, and the grain harvest was not good. Later, when the Yan army entered Bingzhou, they not only looted everywhere, but also rode their horses into the grain fields, destroying the grain and grass planted by the people. There are fewer people, but it is still not possible to completely eliminate such incidents.

Although there was some harvest this year, but the country of Yan withdrew its troops back to Jinyang. A large number of troops consumed the small amount of food in Jinyang City, which caused the food in Jinyang City to increase several times. Since June, it has exceeded more than ten times. one stone.

In previous years, even in the event of natural disasters, merchants from other places would bring some grain over from time to time. Although the price would also rise, it had never been so ridiculously high.

But even though life is so difficult, the bad habits that Yan Jun has developed in the past have not stopped, and he is still stripping the last bones of the people.

As a slave of the Yan Army, Qian San could still get some money when he sent troops with the Yan Army, but now that the Yan Army is stationed in Jinyang City, the generals above are ordered not to send troops without authorization. After the excessive military rations have been exploited layer by layer, the food that fell into the hands of the soldiers could not fill their stomachs at all, and they could only grab food from the mouths of the people.

Dui Zheng didn't expect this old woman to be desperate for food, but he himself was very hungry, and his wife and children were still waiting for the food to be put into the pot, so he raised a knife and threatened in a vicious voice: "Let go! If you don't let go, I will kill you!" you!"

"Mom! Let go!"

Looking at the knife on his head, Qian San cried and pushed the old woman's hand away, allowing the team to grab the grain bag, but in the blink of an eye, the old woman jumped up and hugged the grain bag...

The team was dragging a grain bag in one hand and a knife in the other, and subconsciously stabbed through it.

"mother!!!"

Qian San hugged the old woman, and stretched out his hand to cover her wound, but the knife pierced through her chest and back, covered the front wound, and the back was still bleeding...

Du Zheng was obviously also frightened by this change, but he quickly came back to his senses, glared at Qian San fiercely, and said intimidatingly: "It's not that I want to kill her, it's her...she bumped into her by herself. Yes! It's none of my business... If you dare to trouble me, I will kill you too..."

In fact, there are quite a few people who have been killed by Duizheng, male, female, old, and young... But most of them were kneeling, crying, begging and shouting. No one like Qian San, He hugged his mother, knelt on the side of the street, and looked at him silently—even though he was kneeling, he didn't cry, but just looked at Duizheng and the Yan soldiers with hatred.

The team couldn't help but shuddered, dragged the food bag, and hurried away with a few minions.

"Sanlang...no...no food, your father...your father...he's hungry...hungry..."

"It's okay, mother, look, we still have food."

With his mother on his back, Qian San walked cautiously, comforting her, and thinking about where to get medical treatment... He vaguely remembered that there seemed to be a Quanzhen Taoist temple in the west of the city, and the Taoist priests there seemed to be able to heal, but there was no money. With only this little food in hand, is it enough for them to help...

"Sanlang... your eldest brother... your second brother, all... have gone, mother... mother is going too, you... have to be filial... be filial to you... father..."

"Mother, no, the Taoist priests of the Quanzhen Sect are very skilled in medicine. They will cure you, and you will become a leader. Be filial to your father and mother... Mother... Mother? A mother?"

Qian San walked to the door of the dilapidated house and carefully put his mother down from her back, only to find that she was no longer breathing.

"no, I can not!"

Qian San tried his best to calm himself down, picked up his mother, kicked open the door and rushed into the house, put her on the bed covered with hay, and explained to his bewildered father, "Father, you are here to watch mother! My son, go to the Taoist temple to ask for help." People... Those Taoist priests have superb medical skills, they can definitely heal my mother! I can definitely..."

Qian Sanpai looked at the bloodstains dripping into the house from the outside, then looked at the old woman on the bed with staring eyes and resentment on her face, and said blankly, "Old woman, you are relieved, but you should close your eyes anyway." Keep your eyes open... I heard that people who die with regret will turn into lonely ghosts, but we have children to take care of... The old man will come to accompany you, don't leave first, and become that lonely ghost... "

About a quarter of an hour later, Qian San rushed over with a young Taoist priest, and before he reached the door, he shouted excitedly: "Father, mother can be saved..."

Qian San scrambled and ran into the house, staring at the straw rope hanging on the beam, he was stunned, and swallowed the word '了' in his throat...

After Murong Yunji left Qian San, he returned directly to his General's Mansion. His son Murong Xuangong and daughter Murong Yao brought their family members to look forward to him at the middle gate, waiting for him to come back and have dinner together.

Both the son and the daughter are married, the daughter-in-law is the second daughter of the rich family in Daijun, and the son-in-law is the son-in-law. There are seven grandchildren in total, the oldest is nine years old. He started reading "Poetry" three years ago, and Murong Yunji also specially He hired a teacher to teach martial arts, and determined to train his grandsons to be talented in both civil and military skills.

Taking advantage of the time when he was sitting on the table and before he started to move his chopsticks, Murong Xuangong gave Murong Yao a wink, and Murong Yao asked after seeing this: "Father, can Jinyang get through this difficulty this time?"

Murong Yunji has only one wife, the deceased wife left early, and has been running around since then, and because of her mother Liu's family, she has never been remarried, and Murong Yao looks quite like Liu's, so she is very fond of Murong Yunji. favorite.

"Whether it is possible or not is hard to say at the moment, but there is still a [-]% chance."

Facing his family, Murong Yunji decided to tell the truth. He not only explained in detail the layout of the Liaodong Army to his children and grandchildren, but also explained his own coping strategies. Finally, he said: "If my father unfortunately makes a mistake this time..."

"With Dad's talent, how could he fail? Impossible..."

"Yaoer, listen to daddy's words." Murong Yunji said solemnly: "According to the situation in the world, the Liaodong army is bound to fight on multiple fronts. Our Dayan army is concentrated, and there is more than [-]% chance of winning, but Ana This person is unreliable, and he still wants to persuade Weifu to give up Jinyang."

"You don't even want to fight, but you want to retreat to the grassland?" Murong Xuangong couldn't help shaking his head: "A Nayu is really unreliable."

"I didn't count on him." Murong Yunji said: "If the Liaodong Army is severely injured, Jinyang City can be defended, and the land of Bingzhou can be regained with ease. Next. If we can't defend Jinyang City and lose to Liaodong, our Yan army will be wiped out..."

Murong Xuangong hesitated to speak: "Father..."

"Let's talk." Murong Yunji took some time off to listen to his son's thoughts on this battle.

"The Liaodong Army always said that they are fighting for righteousness! They are fighting for the people of the world!" Murong Xuangong looked directly at his father: "What about us? Why are we fighting?"

"Brother, you..."

Murong Yao exclaimed, intending to stop her, but seeing Murong Xuangong's eyes flushed, she continued: "In the past few years, Dayan and Liaodong have been fighting endlessly. My father planned strategies, deliberately showed weakness, and retreated to Jinyang, intending to send the Liaodong army back to Jinyang. Introduce everything in one go...Gong'er knows all of this, and respects Dad's plan."

"But Dad, we abandoned our ancestors, changed families, abandoned our surnames, and supported Murong Yan to ascend the throne, and tried our best to support this Yan who should never have existed..." Murong Xuangong said sadly: "Father always said it was for the sake of the world. When the world is peaceful, the people can return to the Haiqing River Banquet... But Dayan's army doesn't obey military orders at all! Even Dad's old army has been infected with the bad habits of Rouran and Xianbei people, and they grab it wherever they go , where to kill... Can such an army really kill a peaceful world?"

Murong Yunji did not expect that before the decisive battle, he would be questioned by his close relatives.

But these questions, apart from drawing wounds on Murong Yunji's heart, what else can they do?

If possible, he would not change his surname to Murong, but who made him shed the blood of the Murong family?

When the Eastern Hu plundered the border of the Qing Dynasty, Xianbei Shanyu saw Liu's daughter when he crossed Bingzhou on horseback.

Liu's daughter returned to the family alive, but was kicked out of the house because of her defilement, and lived on the streets selling mats for a living, and gave birth to him, Liu Yunji...

The mother clan doesn't recognize his identity as Liu Yunji, and the father clan doesn't even know of his existence. As long as they can remember, everyone calls him a wild bastard. He has suffered countless hardships and suffered countless ridicules. Yan Bufan was recognized by the wise men of Xianbei during his Eastern Expedition. He will never know what a father's love is, let alone how to love his own children...

For Murong Yunji, the Xianbei wise man is more like his father than his father, more elegant than the Central Plains scholar, more knowledgeable than the Central Plains doctor, and more ambitious than the Central Plains courtier... It is his ideal father.

He learned gentleness from the wise man, gained family affection, and brought this gentleness to his family.

He respects his mother and loves his wife and children—but he never thought that the person who opposed him the most was actually the child on whom he placed the greatest hope.

Neither ancestors nor life can be chosen, and there is no turning back in this world. Up to now, it is meaningless to oppose, even without him Murong Yunji, Dayan and Liaodong, Xianbei and Central Plains, nomad and farming—only you live and die, There are only winners and losers.

"Gonger, the people of the Central Plains are human beings, and the people of Xianbei are also human beings. Why are the people of the Central Plains born to be blessed, sitting on fertile land for thousands of miles, and sowing seeds to make food? But the Xianbei people live in the open, and are buried in the belly of animals?"

"I was born in the Central Plains for my father, grew up in the Central Plains, learned the poems of the Central Plains, learned the rituals of the Central Plains, but the blood of the Xianbei people flowed on my father." Facing the questioning of his relatives, Murong Yunji was a little helpless: "For my father I don’t want to slaughter the Central Plains people, but I also want to do something for Xianbei. Maybe when Xianbei wins the Central Plains, when they have killed and robbed enough, they will live in peace with the Central Plains people. They will marry the Central Plains women as wives and carry on the family line with them ...After a few years, there will be no distinction between Xianbei and Central Plains, there will be no more wars, and they will coexist in this world..."

The author has something to say: From the Three Kingdoms, Wei and Jin Dynasties to the Southern and Northern Dynasties, there were more than 300 years of civil strife and foreign wars. Afterwards, pure Han blood was actually very rare. In the Sui and Tang Dynasties, not only many nobles had Xianbei blood, but even common people often intermarried with foreigners... …

So, in a sense, this is probably what Murong Yunji said - let's create a peaceful and prosperous world...

It's just that such a peaceful and prosperous world came too late and too cruelly.