General, please be a loyal minister!

The laughing two soon noticed Han Zhao standing at the door, and Zhao Ji jumped up from his seat: "Master!"

Liu Xuan also got up gracefully to salute: "Sir!"

Han Zhao nodded: "Learn to ride and shoot today, let's change clothes."

Zhao Ji froze all over suddenly, his expression cramped: "I..."

Han Zhao looked at him with a half-smile: "You?"

Zhao Ji scratched his head, bit the bullet and said, "I forgot to bring it."

Han Zhao took out a package from behind: "Take it."

Zhao Ji's eyes lit up: "Thank you, Master!" He rushed forward to give Han Zhao a hug, and hurriedly ran to change his clothes.

Liu Xuan was inexplicably envious watching their master-student interaction.

Liu Xuan did not hesitate to teach Zhao Ji homework, Zhao Ji reciprocated, and naturally gave Liu Xuan more advice on riding and shooting.

After going back and forth, the relationship between the two became better.

After winter, the first snow fell in Liangzhou.

Han Zhao took Zhao Zi to cultivate green plum trees to prevent freezing.

It was also at this time that a young man on a study tour came to the door of the Young Master's Mansion.

"He said he wanted to plan the world for the master of the world in the future." Yu Wenxun was better informed than Han Zhao in this regard, and he was not hesitant to talk to Han Zhao when he was a guest.

Han Zhao lifted the jug and filled Yu Wenxun and himself with wine: "What's his name?"

"Jing Xiu."

"What did the sheriff say?"

"People are staying, but it seems that they are not going to be reused."

When the false emperor heard the news of Liangzhou's self-reliance, he ordered a conquest, but the army had to stop the pace of the western expedition because of the snow.

Everyone knew that this was just a postponement, and that there would be a big war in the spring of next year. What Zhou Yuan wanted at this time was generals who could lead troops to fight, not scribes.

"Scholars may not be able to subvert the world." Han Zhao sighed softly.

He really didn't like strategists, because a quarter of an hour's verbal skills of a scribe could sometimes match their months of fighting on the battlefield.

But he had to admit the role of a good strategist.

This was originally just a topic for two people to drink with wine, but Han Zhao didn't expect to hear about this scribe again after just over a month.

Zhao Ji finally got rid of their former master, and Jing Xiu became their new master.

"Xuan can't do anything, and I hope to have the honor to listen to Master's national policy." Liu Xuan stopped him after listening to Jing Xiu's class.

Jing Xiu sized up the young master for a long time, and sat across from Liu Xuan: "I prepared three strategies before entering Liangzhou."

"The best strategy: rely on the advantages of Longyuan Canyon and Beiwang Mountain to reject the soldiers of the false emperor, and stick to it to recuperate."

Liu Xuan sighed helplessly: "Although this strategy is good, the prime minister will not use this strategy of Master."

The uprising of the people in Liangzhou was plotting the Central Plains to seek greater benefits. If Zhou Yuan did not send troops, how would Zhou Yuan feed the ambitions of his group of people, and he would not care about wasting money.

This is also what Han Zhao thought when he heard Zhao Ji's report.

Jing Xiu: "The middle policy: take Yongzhou and Xiqiang as strongholds, and develop and strengthen."

This can be regarded as a compromise method, but once they send troops to Yongzhou, it will show that they have the ambition to invade other places. It is hard to say how the self-reliant state capitals will react at that time.

"The prime minister didn't use this method either."

Jing Xiu: "The worst strategy: go directly to the Central Plains."

This is the way Liangzhou is currently choosing, but who can resist Dou Xiao?Can Liangzhou's background compete with the puppet dynasty?

This is a road that won't work. If Zhou Yuan takes this road, Jing Xiu intends to stand by and watch.

After listening to Zhao Ji's narration, Han Zhao pondered for a long time, and finally said: "Your master has real talents and real learning, so study hard."

Zhao Ji cracked two rows of big white teeth and smiled: "I also think that he never said that my words are nonsense, but he can argue me speechless with a few words."

Zhao Ji's method of recognizing people is very simple, if he can beat him in a certain way, he will recognize this person if he is convinced.

……

"Xuan has no talent, but still hopes to do his best to benefit the people, please teach me." When the plum blossoms were in full bloom, Liu Xuan bowed deeply to Jing Xiu in the courtyard of the Young Master's Mansion.

This scribe, whom Han Zhao had heard about for a long time but never met, was very young, in his early twenties, with a thin figure and handsome features, standing there like a graceful bamboo.

Hearing Liu Xuan's words, Jing Xiu remained silent.

He has been testing each other with Liu Xuan for a long time, and he has clearly seen Liu Xuan's strengths and weaknesses as a king - he is open-minded and listens well, but he is too kind and soft-hearted.

He knew the difficulty of assisting such a puppet young master.

The decision was made early in the morning, but he still wanted to see Liu Xuan's determination again.

Jingxiu has traveled around the world since he was a child, studying hundreds of classics, and learned the art of governing the country and the people.

The teacher said that the future lord of the world is in the northwest, and asked him to be the servant of the dragon. When he came, he didn't find the lord of the world, but he found a young man who caught his eye.

Jing Xiu didn't plan to go find the person the teacher mentioned.

Why can't the Lord of the World be the one he chooses?He wanted to try a different life.

……

As soon as the ice and snow melted, the Liangzhou army fought hand-to-hand with the imperial army in Qixingyuan.

The morale of the Liangzhou army was high, and they were invincible all the way. They won a few games. They thought they could go straight to the Central Plains, but they failed in Hedong.

"At that time, it was not Dou Xiao who was leading the troops, but one of his nephews named... Dou Cheng." Yu Wenxun was arranged to stay at Yumen Pass, so he came to drink with Han Zhao whenever he was free, and brought some war news by the way. information.

Han Zhao has not been idle these days. He is writing a military book, intending to write down all his experiences and experiences of fighting in his previous life.

This is quite a long time. It was originally just something Han Zhao used to pass the time, but as he became more and more calm, he persisted. Now, except for the time to teach in the Young Master's Mansion, only Yu Wenxun came Then he stopped writing.

"They're all a bunch of trash, beaten to pieces by a child." Yu Wenxun was confident that he could bring victory to the Liangzhou army, but unfortunately he didn't get the chance.

He was very resentful, raised his head and drank the wine in the glass, and slapped the glass on the table.

At this time, Wei Yao, who had finished cooking, came in just in time, and was startled by Yu Wenxun's slap on the table.

While laying out the dishes, she responded, "That's right, that's right, General Yuwen is the best. Listen to how loud the scolding is."

Yu Wenxun didn't feel right: "Why do you speak so harshly, girl?"

Wei Yao smiled and replied: "I'm a little girl, I don't know as much as a general, but I also know that a person who can defeat the Liangzhou army must have something extraordinary, how come General Yuwen's mouth becomes a A useless child?"

"The general's colleagues may have lost because of the general's mentality." Hearing this, Yu Wenxun's expression froze.

"Besides, the general asks himself, is your colleague really such a useless trash like the general said?"

Facing Wei Yao's questioning, Yu Wenxun was speechless, turned his face away, and sulked.

Han Zhao, who was watching from the side, raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Yu Wenxun's biggest problem is the extreme conceit derived from his low self-esteem. His heart is higher than the sky, and very few people can catch his eyes. Those who cannot catch his eyes are worse than the dust on the ground.

It was this kind of mentality that caused him to make many enemies in Liangzhou official circles and was excluded.

Wei Yao's annoyance really hit the point.

But why is she so concerned about Yu Wenxun's mentality?She's not such a nosy person.Han Zhao looked at the two of them thoughtfully.

After Wei Yao finished speaking, he packed up his empty plates and left.

It wasn't until Wei Yao went out that Yu Wenxun turned his head: "Brother Han, your girl is really talkative."

Han Zhao Youyou corrected: "First, she doesn't belong to my family, she just helps to take care of our two neighbors who can't cook; second, her name is Wei Yao, why don't you know her name properly?"

Yu Wenxun was at a loss for words for a while, and muttered: "She didn't tell me her name properly."

……

It took the Liangzhou army three months to conquer Hedong, far exceeding the estimated time, and the original plan was disrupted.

To make matters worse, as soon as the east river was breached, they formally encountered Dou Xiao's army.

In this battle, the Liangzhou army suffered a disastrous defeat, throwing away their helmets and armor, and returning all the previously occupied cities.

At this time of life and death, Yu Wenxun recommended himself in the face of danger, and took over the important task of resisting Dou Xiao's army that no one dared to take.

He ordered the Liangzhou army to retreat to the Longyuan Canyon, and took advantage of natural dangers to resist the enemy, preventing the puppet army from advancing an inch, and bought Liangzhou a chance to breathe in the narrow gap.

When the autumn wind picked up, Jing Xiu came to the prefect's mansion again.

This time he still proposed to take the land of Yongzhou and Xiqiang.

Jing Xiu believes that Liangzhou is barren, and for the sake of long-term consideration, they should move the battle line eastward.

The prefect also had to consider Jingxiu's strategy after Dongchu was frustrated, and finally adopted his suggestion.

Jing Xiu was assigned another position, and no longer continued to be the wife of Liu Xuan and Zhao Ji.

Yu Wenxun was not arranged to conquer, but continued to stay at Yumen Pass.

After pacifying Yongzhou and Xiqiang, Jingxiu successively contributed eight strategies in military, civil, and political aspects.

The so-called national scholars are the ones who rule the country, and one person can be worth a million teachers.

Han Zhao couldn't think of this national policy, but he understood the good and bad of these eight policies. With these eight policies, the foundation for Liangzhou to rule the Central Plains is certain.

But can monarchs and ministers really be single-minded?

In the land of Liangzhou, the ruler is not the ruler, the ministers are not the ministers, the several big families merged because of the interests, and sooner or later they will be separated because of the interests.

In the winter of the second year, 16-year-old Liu Xuan married a daughter from the Zhou family as the main concubine, and a daughter from the Wang family and a daughter from the Song family as side concubines.

That night Liu Xuan dragged Zhao Ji to drink a lot of wine, and Han Zhao almost gave Zhao Ji a serious lesson when he let Zhao Ji go home.

"Master, I don't think the young master is happy." Zhao Jilai sighed in Han Zhao's arms when Han Zhao stripped Zhao Ji's clothes, "Brother Xuan is usually the most afraid of Zhou's family, but now he wants to marry a woman named Zhou share the same bed."

Han Zhao replied indifferently: "You don't need to consider whether you like it or not in marriage."

Zhao Ji curled his lips: "I will never marry someone I don't like in the future."

Han Zhao didn't comment on such innocent words, and spread the quilt to cover Zhao Ji.

……

In the middle of the night, there was fine snow, and Liu Xuan, who had finished accompanying the guests, walked towards the new house.

Indeed, as Zhao Ji said, he doesn't like Zhou's daughter, but this is an opportunity that Jing Xiu planned for him, and he can't give up.

On this night, the moonlight was cold and the plum blossoms were full of shadows. Liu Xuan walked in the corridor dazzled by the moonlight, only wishing that this road would never end.

Yet the new house was ahead, and he could already see the lights.

At this moment, a clear voice came from the depths of Merlin.Liu Xuan paused, turned around, and walked towards the source of the voice.

It was a female voice, as if praying for something, Liu Xuan had come to the end of the prayer, and he only heard the last sentence: "I wish for a person with one heart, and never leave each other."

The woman who finished praying raised her head, and Liu Xuan saw a pair of clear and gentle eyes.

After being stunned for three seconds, he looked away and looked at the woman's face and clothing.

She looks very gentle, wearing a wedding dress, covered with a cloak, if nothing unexpected, this is his wife - Zhou Wan.

"I wish for a person with one heart and one mind, and the white head will not be separated."

She must be the only innocent person in this political marriage, but she has no choice but to hope that her husband will be a good man.

Liu Xuan couldn't help thinking of himself who was once imprisoned in South Vietnam, and the only thing he could pray for was to meet a good minister and help him escape from birth.

Looking back now, the Han Zhao who appeared at that time was not the loyal and good general he prayed for, but he did win a chance for his future. Now, he can also control his own destiny. One of the costs is the happiness of himself and the woman in front of him.

"It's cold, let's go inside."

Liu Xuan stretched out his hand to pull Zhou Wan up, the happy clothes on his body were enough to show his identity.

His movements were very gentle, and had nothing to do with love, but out of a little pity for the lonely and helpless woman in front of him.

Zhou Wan's hand flinched, but she didn't pull it out: "I... I don't know that your husband came back so early."

Liu Xuan leaned over and brushed the broken snow off Zhou Wan's knee: "Have you waited long?"

Zhou Wan didn't make a sound, but just lowered her face and shook her head, her gentle and beautiful eyes flickered slightly.

The person who is willing to bend down to brush off the fine snow for her should be a good person.