Aggrieved Fish Sprite

There is Qingjiang River in the south of Taijing, and mountains in the north.

The Weishui River passes through the city, with thousands of willows and Baili Pavilion.

The official road station is constantly busy, people come and go on the road, vehicles and horses can be seen everywhere.In addition to the caravan, there are also scholars who are traveling to study, and the children of Guijie who are out for an outing.

Yang catkins are like snow, fluttering.

The spring plums have withered, the branches are full of green buds, and the soil is green.

The ruts of the ruts are pressed one by one, and there are patches of flower forests on both sides of the Weishui River. You can also see the barriers surrounded by brocade.

"Taijing is coming soon?"

Mo Li looked at more and more people on the road and guessed that they were rushing into the city.

Although it is still early, people dare not look at the spring scenery for fear of delaying the trip.

"That's right, the way for you and me to use qinggong is over. It's less than twenty miles away from Taijing, and there are people everywhere." Meng Qi smiled. He looked at the nearby scenery and felt that every place could be compared with himself. memory contrast.

"Doctor, look at these willows." Meng Qi approached the road.

The ink carp had noticed a long time ago that these willow trees are very strange, most of the trunks are scorched black, only the small half is glowing with fresh green.This kind of situation where there are only branches on the side facing the water seems to have encountered some catastrophe.

"...At that time when the Chu army and the Chen army fought in the water on the Qingjiang River, the guns were rumbling, the river was covered with thick smoke, and even the two warships could not distinguish between the enemy and us without approaching."

Mo Li was taken aback because it was not Meng Qi's voice.

He turned his head and saw a scholar standing in front of him, eloquently talking to his companion.

"This battle lasted for two full days and one night. At that time, the Chu army had 40 troops, and the Chen army had 80. The tragic scene of corpses strewn all over the field, but the people who died in this battle are even worse, but they all sank to the bottom of the water. Hey, the bones are turned into sand, and the Qingjiang River is cold!"

"..."

Doctor Mo, who just swam across the Qingjiang River, had something to say.

Not cold, really.

"There are 120 million in the two armies?" Mo Li asked Meng Qi.

He didn't care much about how many bones there were in the Qingjiang River, because it was nearly a sixty years ago, and there is no place in the world where there are no dead people?If you have to avoid everything, you can only stay in your own home and don't even think about going out.

What Mo Li cared about was Meng Qi's situation at that time.

Thousands of people were buried in the mines of Mount Silang, which had a great impact on the dragon veins of Mount Silang. Mo Li once thought that Qingjiang did not belong to the territory of Taijing Dragon Valley, but now it seems that is not the case according to the aura, at least this section of Qingjiang is closely related to the land veins. Reiki is connected. 120 million people, even if only one-tenth of them were killed, is still a horrifying number.

"Of course not. This is the north. Where did so many navy troops come from? The Chen Dynasty did not, and neither did the Chu army!"

Meng Qi frowned, as if he had finally found someone to confide in, and complained, "It's like this in marching and fighting, you have to brag about your strength, I don't know which dynasty this is a fault handed down from generation to generation, basically they do it like this. Even if you don’t use it to scare the enemy, you have to comfort your own people and boost your morale. Otherwise, if you hear that there are 80 people on the other side, and they haven’t fought yet, the soldiers at the bottom will be so scared that they won’t be able to sleep.”

The scholar was interrupted when he was talking about ancient times, and his face showed anger.

"Brother, Chu's army is 40, and Chen's is 80. It is clearly recorded in the history books!"

"But it's clearly written in the book, and there's also the word 'title'." A young man in the nearby motorcade also came to join in the fun.

The scholar's face turned red, he ignored those two words in order to make the listener more emotional, and then he took advantage of the situation to express it before composing a poem.What's wrong with the exaggeration? The thousands and hundreds in the Psalms are not a specific number.

"At that time, the Chen Dynasty fought with its back, and the Chu army couldn't wait to capture Taijing. Both sides overwhelmed all their soldiers and horses. There were not 120 million people in this battle, but 80 people participated!"

Faced with the scholar's eloquence, Meng Qi sighed.

Why would he argue with someone who can only talk on paper?

The scholar regarded his helplessness as lack of words, and said solemnly: "Such a tragic battle, is it not worth regretting because not enough people died? What is the difference between 80 and 100 million? Wouldn’t it be painful if the family held funerals?”

With the ink carp beside him, Meng Qi felt that it would be impossible not to speak up this time.

——He didn't want to have the same knowledge as this scholar, but the other party refused to let him go.

"Do you know how wide the Qingjiang River is? How long is a warship and how many people can it carry? How many miles can an army of 80 soldiers line up on the river? If it is limited to the waters of Taijing, Chen Jun and After the Chu army is displayed, how far can the two armies be separated?"

The scholar's eyes widened, and he wanted to say something, but he couldn't find the words.

"There are people in this world who are well-read, know astronomy from above and geography from below, and can stabilize the country, but there are some people who can only memorize the numbers from books." The young master laughed, and called many people nearby to come and watch the fun.

The scholar couldn't bear the pressure, and said with a dark face: "Your Excellency is so eloquent, I think I know the answer, I am willing to listen."

"Don't dare." Meng Qi didn't reveal the answer, but said, "It's not difficult for someone who is interested to find out the answer. The Qingjiang River is not the Yangtze River. It is not that wide. If 80 sailors boarded the warships, this battle will be very difficult." It will change from a water battle to a land battle, because this section of the river is already crowded, and boats are next to boats, regardless of each other."

"How do you determine the size and length of the ship?" The scholar struggled and argued, "Could it be that you were there at the time?"

"Of course I'm not here."

Meng Qi's words were beyond Mo Li's expectation.

However, what Meng Qi said was the truth, he did not participate in the Battle of Qingjiang.

"...But everyone in the world knows one thing. When a large army marches, it needs to carry supplies, food and grass, and build bridges when encountering mountains, clearing roads, and rivers. There are actually more than 40 troops in the army along the way, but there may not be even 20 who can actually fight. In the past, the Chu army claimed to have an army of [-], but in fact it was only [-], and the elite was only [-]. The [-] army was not only a navy, but also cavalry and infantry camped on the shore. The number of Chen's army may be larger. However, the number of people participating in the battle will not exceed [-], and Chen Chao is exhausted, and there is still an army to defend the city, where can we find so many people?"

As a person who has fought in the war, Meng Qi can feel his conscience and say that the so-called 40 army, the whole army even counts the kitchen cooks as having 20 people, it is very honest and not boasting.

Think back when Meng Qi defended the city, thousands of people were blown into tens of thousands by him.

That's ten times blowing.

The Chen army has an army of 80, and the Chu army has 40. At first glance, there seems to be a huge gap between the two sides. In fact, the difference between the two armies may be only [-] to [-] people, and the gap is basically negligible.

The scholar was overwhelmed and turned pale. His companion didn't speak, but he felt ashamed.

A group of people left in disgrace.

After the young master had had enough fun, he glanced at Meng Qi, cupped his hands and said, "My family is the Mu family in the east of the city. I think you are talented and learned, and you are extraordinary. If you have any difficulties, you can come to Mu's house." Searching."

As he spoke, he threw out a jade pendant as a token, and got into the carriage with a smile and left.

Mo Li looked at the jade pendant, and couldn't help asking: "This person is also strange. He doesn't know your name, surname, or origin, so he dares to make friends with you at will?"

"The Mu family is the richest man in Taijing, and also the richest man in Qinzhong." Meng Qi thought to himself, what kind of talent and learning can impress people, it is obvious that he wants to make friends after seeing his face.

Although the Chu Dynasty died, the atmosphere of the Chu Dynasty is still hard to change.

No matter men, women or children, everyone in Taijing loves beauty.

It's not that it's hard to move an inch if you're ugly, but it's a few cents cheaper to buy things if you're good-looking.

Meng Qi couldn't say that Mr. Mu might be showing his face to Yu Pei, he said calmly: "Rich people always have some eccentricities."

"..."

Mo Li wanted to say that Meng Qi had no money, and his personality was not very good.

It can be seen that eccentricity or not is not a question of money.

"Being disturbed by that scholar, I forgot the original topic." Mo Li looked at half of the charred willow trees and asked, "Could it be that these trees were set on fire after Chen Jun retreated?"

"That's right, in order to stop the army, all the farmland houses outside Taijing City were burned to the ground."

The willow tree was born by the water, and it seemed to be scorched and dead, but it actually sprouted new shoots the next year.

When the Chu Dynasty reorganized the imperial capital and cleaned it up here, everyone couldn't stop being amazed.

"Back then there were rumors that the emperor of the real dragon was in charge, and all things rejuvenated, and the mountains and rivers revived." Meng Qi said as he walked.

Qianliu Dao became Jiaoliu Dao. In the Chu Dynasty, no one dared to dig up these willow trees and plant new ones.

"I didn't expect Lu Zhang to keep these."

Mo Li thought that the emperor of the Qi Dynasty would plan to remove these willow trees, after all, they were symbols of luck in the Chu Dynasty.

"Whoever wins Taijing is the emperor of the real dragon. It's still unclear whose willow tree is!" A mocking smile appeared on Meng Qi's lips, and he waved his hand nonchalantly, "Let's go, Patriarch Qingwu It is estimated that we have already arrived in Taijing, we can't fall behind too much."

Walking along Jiaoliu Road to the end, I saw the tall city wall.

The city wall stretches far away, and the wall is built of solid gray stone.

This is the imperial city of the world for 500 years, Taijing.

What Mo Li looked at was not the big city, but the faint outline of the mountains in the distance.

Several peaks rise side by side, and the heights are well-proportioned, exuding a simple and dark beauty. Looking from the side, it looks like a giant dragon with its head held high behind Taijing.

Shangyun Mountain was called Wei Mountain in ancient times.

嵏, is to describe the appearance of several peaks standing side by side.

There are a total of nineteen peaks in Mount Wei, and there are plenty of water sources, and the most indispensable thing is the waterfall and clear spring.

It is said that every sunny day, when you enter the mountain, you can see the rainbow light hanging from the sky, divided into seven colors, against the dense green of the mountain, it is so beautiful.

The literati of past dynasties have left many poems to praise the beauty of the mountain, even if you look at it from a distance, you can also see it.

The ink carp couldn't help but move forward, wanting to walk towards the mountain.

"Hey, Xiao Lang, you have to queue up to enter the city!" someone shouted next to him.