White Feather Huaisha

It did rain the next day.All the people on Weidu Street were expelled, and the horses and carts rolled over the stone slabs. The regent led the little emperor to the south of the city, all the way to Jiuhui Ridge.

The Beiji horse of the Wang family was surprisingly fast, and arrived at the New Ancestral Temple of Jiuhuiling in just three days.

The sacrifice is just seven days later, and it is reasonable to prepare for it.But the regent is busy with official duties and has many rules, so instead of sitting with the little emperor who is learning etiquette, he reads books and listens to reports in his room.

A while ago, the fighting in the south was tense, and the Huben Army and the Longzhou Army flanked each other, almost driving the Beiji troops out of the Longzhou and Qingzhou states.

Seeing that a year and a half of hard work is about to come to naught, fortunately, the Huben Army has been mobilized many times in the past year, and new faces have inevitably been mixed in.Wu Xing repeated his old trick, and re-inserted his subordinates thousands of miles away, stirring up the clear black water in one go, stirring up a battle like a river.

The most important thing to mention is that the Hulong Second Army was scattered by this battle. Many soldiers fell into the dense miasma of Jiuhuiling, and many plunged into the plague-ravaged villages. Even the leading coach Qie Yunhou was seriously injured.

Injuries are trivial.The important thing is that this is the first time he has lost since he became a marquis.The morale of Da Zhou fell, and he retreated from Jiuhui Ridge to Yehu Ridge hundreds of miles away.

All in all, it can be said that the results of the battle are fruitful, so the regent has ushered in an unprecedented rest, and he has time to bring the little emperor to sacrifice to heaven.

Offering sacrifices to heaven and earth, as well as to the emperor's family, the glory of the ancestors is tied to one hand - Wu Xing is a concubine, and he rarely enjoyed such glory in the first half of his life. It is conceivable that he is probably in a very good mood.

However, Wu Xing was still holding the seal sash in his hand, and the whole person sat stiff and straight, with an unfriendly posture, like an iron chair made by a new blacksmith, straight up and down, air-conditioned and yin.

Beautiful is beautiful, but it's cold and cold, and there's no way to sit on a butt that doesn't have two catties of meat.

He Daxi, a subordinate who had just returned from the front line, did not dare to speak, and knelt on the ground with his head bowed.

After a long time, Wu Xing's voice rang out, "Why, the news of the defeat didn't reach Jinling?"

In fact, the regent's voice was neither ridiculing nor harsh, it was just [-] points upright, but it was hissing and cold, like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter.

After He Geng's death, his younger brother He Daxi was promoted as a member of the army, and served under the Regent for more than a year, but he still couldn't figure out how his elder brother "keep out the cold" when he was alive.

He was covered in goose bumps from the cold in the summer, and he replied respectfully: "Reporting to the regent, before we sent the letter, Marquis Qie Yun had already written the letter of defeat to Jinling, and attached a golden wrong knife. Please accept your guilt." .”

Wu Xing didn't show any expression when he heard the words "Golden Cuo Dao" - he almost became a Buddha - he just said "um", "What did their emperor say?"

He Daxi took a sneak peek at him, "Emperor Da Zhou...he didn't say anything."

Wu Xing "coughed", with a rare emotion in his tone, and said in disgust, "Dirty."

He Daxi immediately fell silent.

The extremely powerful minister Qie Yunhou of Dazhou, who walked on the sword in the hall, was extremely wealthy-although he did have great military exploits, but it was only more than a year at best since he was famous.

Whether it is Dazhou or Beiji, the official system is actually quite strict.It usually takes three or four years for young people to go from being a virtuous person to becoming an official. After becoming an official, they start from the seventh rank, and then they are sent to various places to take up positions. Ten years have passed.

However, the emperor of Dazhou was born as Captain Huben, used to being domineering, shameless by nature, and his heartless eyes, which leaked from all sides, went to the house of his grandmother who died early, and was very anxious about adding an official to the young general.

In just one and a half years, Su Yu started as a little eagle and raised his guard, skipping all the rules and regulations, soaring to the top of the sky. There are posts everywhere in the Military Aircraft Department, which is completely an extension of the emperor's hands and eyes.

I have to make an analogy. In fact, Su Yu’s relationship with Zhou Emperor is similar to that of He Geng and Li Cunnian to Wu Xing, or Yuan Ye’s relationship with the former emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty—they are all swords and swords in the hands of emperors and generals, knowing that there are thorns and tigers ahead. , still stepping on the broken limbs of human blood and moving forward with eyes closed.

Human blood and severed limbs still have warmth, but swords should not be sentimental.

There are too many folklore. Compared with jealousy, most people look at Qie Yunhou with a rather ambiguous vision.

Coupled with the fact that the Emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty had a strong wrist, in addition to recruiting soldiers from the people, he also recruited soldiers and horses everywhere. The horses from the Western Regions and the Western cavalry filled the imperial horse garden, which led to rising military expenditures, higher and higher taxes, and the displacement and hunger of the people. then.

The folks have a lot of complaints about this pair of tyrants and courtiers who are not mentioned but are well known, and there are many dramas that describe these two people in an unsightly manner.

This is true for the people of Dazhou, let alone Beiji.According to the rumors, those two people who regard the country as their home are simply raging like monsters.

Just like today, the Marquis of Qieyun suffered a disastrous defeat, the two states fell, and Emperor Zhou, who had always fought for every inch of land, didn't say a word.

Wu Xing remained silent for a long while, He Daxi knew that although he had a cold temperament, he was upright and self-reliant, and he was most taboo about breaking his sleeves, so he didn't dare to speak out.

There was a sound of idle footsteps outside the door, probably the guards walking back and forth.Wu Xing suddenly said: "Emperor Zhou didn't punish, maybe there is something else wrong."

It is said that Marquis Qie Yun would play a lot of gutter tricks—otherwise, He Geng wouldn't just play house and die like that.Don't say that Su Yu was only slightly injured, even if he died with only bones left, those bones would cause endless harm.

He Daxi reacted immediately, "At the end of the day, someone will investigate Qie Yunhou's movements, and then block the black crows on the front line of Yehuling."

Wu Xing took out a portrait from the table, He Daxi took it with a salute, and unfolded it casually, only to see a young man's face outlined in thin ink lines on the paper.

He is said to be a man, but he is actually drawn more like a woman, with soft brows, soft eyes and thin lips. His facial features are somewhat sharp and gloomy. Only a long scar on the edge of his jaw can remind people that this is a general.

...Looking like this, it's no wonder he got dirty.

While thinking, He Daxi turned around and got out of the carriage. He accidentally bumped into someone who came, and hurriedly leaned over and said, "I'm sorry."

The other party rubbed his chest and said nothing.

As soon as He Daxi raised his head, the scorching sun at noon filled his eyes, and he suddenly felt his eyes brighten.

The Qie Yunhou in the painting looks so "that" that He Daxi feels disgusted even by looking at it.

The person in front of me is also "that", but different.

They are both delicate and delicate, but their facial features are completely different. There is no gloom in his paintings, and even the opposite brightness--brows are bright and heroic, but there is no roughness, especially the lips are as soft and full as berries , the corners of the lips are naturally turned up again, and four or five years of age have been lost out of thin air on the already young face, as if he is still a young man who is riding a horse and breaking branches.

This description is too eye-catching, but He Daxi suddenly lowered his head and rolled up the scroll in his hand again, fearing that he might be misunderstood by others, he repeated it again, "...I'm sorry."

The young man in front of him rubbed his stomach casually, "I'm sorry. Am I blind?" After speaking, he smiled thoughtfully, as if remembering some joke.

Probably because he saw He Daxi's battle armor, he hurriedly asked again: "I'm Li Yue, the guard of Mingguang Palace. You came back from the south? How is it over there?"

In fact, he was not standing properly. Firstly, he was prone to bumping into people. Secondly, Wu Xing was a gentleman who insisted on self-purification. The doors and windows were always open, and when a small wind blew, it was too easy to "accidentally" hear the corner of the wall standing here.

The young man's wild deer-like eyes were bright and sincere. He Daxi slandered "Is there anything you haven't heard?" Find the stairs.

He Daxi was thinking about whether he should leak some military information to the people around the little emperor, when Wu Xing's voice came through the door and window, "Who is outside?"

The regent's rules were strict, so Li Yue didn't dare to go in, so he said at the door: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty invites you to have a meal."

Different from the arrogant face of the Beiji soldiers, although the Beiji royal family was so chaotic that it was too colorful to see, it was rare to maintain the great ceremony that could not last for a long time, and it was unanimously embarrassing in front of people.

Especially the Regent.As long as he is within five miles of the little emperor's territory, he must go to "serve meals" every few days.

... It's just that the person serving the meal is even more airy than the one being served, and has a high reputation, but every time the little emperor has to send someone to invite him personally, so he is willing to go.

It can be regarded as having a spiritual connection with those golden eyes to a certain extent: Wu Xing is more fake than a snake.

Li Yue and the little emperor waited for another half an hour before Wu Xing arrived slowly, and said slowly after entering the door: "Your Majesty, midsummer is approaching, the miasma in the Jiuhuiling forest is very heavy, and there are many refugees, Your Majesty must take care of the dragon." Body."

Wu Jue trembled with his small hands holding the silver tails of the chopsticks.

He was suffocated since he was a child, and last night he took Li Shiwei out for a stroll in the small woods behind the ancestral temple, and took the leaves of poplar trees, locust trees and small elm trees in his sleeves, and quietly freshened them all night.

The little emperor thought himself unaware, but he threw off a pair of "eyes", and there were still a thousand pairs of black eyes watching in the dark.

Li Yue tugged at his sleeve, Wu Jue lowered his head and whispered, "I understand. Uncle Emperor, please have dinner."

Wu Xing sat down, and the palace servants tried the dishes with silver chopsticks. He followed suit, and suddenly raised his eyes, his golden pupils were almost transparent in the noon sun, "What's wrong, Your Majesty, your stomach is uncomfortable?"

Wu Yi didn't move his chopsticks all this time, and murmured, "Today is 23, I..."

Wu Xing said "Oh", "It's been three days? Your Majesty hasn't taken the medicine yet."

Since Wu Jue ascended the throne, drinking a bowl of decoction every three days has been a common practice-it is said that the little emperor is weak, but in fact, the palace servants who are close to him know that if he drinks too much of this medicine, he will become more and more stupid.

Wu Yi used to be a very clever child, but in the past six months, he has become a bit dull and forgetful after seeing the effects of the medicine.

Who knows what will happen next.

The palace man hurriedly brought a bowl of soup and medicine, and the black medicine juice swirled in circles in the celadon bowl.

Wu Wei was afraid of suffering, and when he smelled the medicine, his nose turned sour, and something began to spin in his eye sockets.

Wu Xing put down his chopsticks, picked up the lotus seed soup with his eyes lowered, and took a sip, "It's not brave to be afraid of hardship."

The palace people understood, bowed their heads and gradually exited the palace gate.Li Yue hesitated for a moment, and also retreated.

The little emperor trusted Li Yue, and every time he drank the medicine recently, Li Yue pressed the root of his tongue for him and spit out the medicine secretly - but this time Li Yue waited outside the door for a long time, but Wu Xing did not come out.

It takes a while to digest.

He felt sympathy for Wu Wei's symptoms, and was a bit anxious to meddle in other people's business. He took a step forward, but the bridge of his nose was almost smashed into pieces by the mahogany palace door, and he was almost strode out again. The person posted a face of intimacy.

He covered his nose, blinked his eyes, and said hesitantly, "...my lord?"

The regent pinched his throat with one hand, his face was pale, and his expression was panicked. He even raised his hand and gave him a "slap" and said hoarsely: "How do you serve him! He... Where did His Majesty get the medicine?! "

In fact, the regent was also from the army, but at this time he was not very strong, and he didn't know what trick he had caught.

He Daxi didn't notice the strength of his hands, his eyes were almost glued to Li Yue's body.

Li Yue was slapped so that he turned his face away, and raised his hand to rub his face. Seeing He Daxi watching, he loosened his brow symbolically, covering his face of displeasure and disapproval.

Suddenly a voice came from the ground, as thin as a spider's thread, passing through the soles of He Daxi's feet, legs and spine all the way to the top of his head. He didn't know why his scalp went numb out of thin air.

Li Yue was a little strange.