Linzhi

"The war in the north is urgent."

Yang Jun said, while passing the tea made by Wen Jiang.

The sun is shining brightly in autumn, and standing outside for a quarter of an hour can also make people sweat from the heat, and He Rong is no exception. He reached out to wipe off the perspiration on his forehead, and put the picked melons and fruits into the basket.

These melons and fruits are planted in their own courtyard, the yield is not high, and they can't be sold for money, but they can satisfy their family's hunger, and Yang Jun can occasionally take some back.

"How?" He patted the dust off his body before taking Yang Jun's tea.

The slightly hot tea is not hot to the hands, and the temperature is just right when it moistens the throat, and immediately sweeps away the remaining summer heat on the body.

The gentle breeze under the melon stand brought the fragrance of autumn osmanthus, and the big yellow cat lying on the eaves rolled comfortably, squinting its eyes and continuing to doze, showing a country-like laziness.

But in stark contrast, it was Yang Jun's dignified expression.

"The situation is not very good. The Eastern and Western Turks joined forces and went south in three routes. One route went to Helan Mountain and entered Huaiyuan County; the other route went to Liangzhou through Xiutu City; and the other route went straight to Shandan, presumably intended for Ganzhou."

As he spoke, Yang Jun drew a rough orientation map on the ground with a bamboo branch.

He Rong: "Is the news accurate?"

Yang Jun: "It can't be wrong. The bodyguard that helped my father transport the goods this time just came from Longxi. Their home is in Ganzhou. Now they are worried about the young and old, so they don't dare to stay here any longer. They are already rushing back. gone."

He Rong shook his head: "Ganzhou should be fine. Last month, the imperial court just set up the governor of Ganzhou, and ordered Chen Wei to send [-] troops to Zhangye. With him, even if the governor of Ganzhou is timid, he will not let the Turks do so. It's easy to succeed. What's more, the one who attacked Ganzhou this time should be the Western Turks, right?"

Yang Jun nodded: "Exactly."

He Rong: "Western Turkic Moli Khan is over [-] years old, and his energy is not as good as before. He can't compare with young people. He is willing to send troops this time. Maybe he just wants to take advantage of the fire and follow the East Turkic. Ganzhou is a hard bone, and he has to stumble this time."

Yang Jun: "What about Huaiyuan County and Liangzhou?"

He Rong smiled: "I can make a judgment on Ganzhou because I heard you talk about some side affairs before, and I read the recent imperial palace newspaper. No matter how many things there are, I am not a god, just like you, It's a black eye."

Yang Jun sighed: "Just talk about it casually, I want to hear it for peace of mind!"

He Rong: "I'm not a court official, let alone a Turkic Khan. What's the use of my words?"

He just stood under the melon stand for a long time, inspecting every melon he picked carefully, and now he has talked a lot, and his mouth has long been dry. Wen Jiang handed the freshly brewed tea in time, but watched silently. Yang Jun glanced at him and didn't bring him any new tea. He expressed his protest in this way, indicating that Yang Jun should let his husband take a break.

Yang Jun laughed when he saw this: "I originally wanted to find you a rough envoy and maid who can help you, but I didn't expect Wen Jiang to be so caring now, it's because of your good training!"

He Rong drank another bowl of tea, and his throat felt much better: "If you regret it, it's too late if you want to go back now."

Yang Jun waved his hand: "A gentleman doesn't take what others like, so keep talking!"

Seeing the other party looking at him eagerly, He Rong had no choice but to say: "I don't know much about Huaiyuan County, so I don't want to talk nonsense, but in Liangzhou, I can make a guess. I'm thinking, Liangzhou may not be able to hold on."

Yang Jun was slightly startled: "Even if it's a wild guess, there must be a reason, right?"

He Rong picked up the bamboo branches on the ground, and pointed to the location of Xiutu City: "This place corresponds to the Yegu tribe of Eastern Turkic. Before the Eastern Turkic tribes were unified, the Yegu tribe was the most powerful among them. One of them, the current Fu Nian Khan, was born in the Nogu tribe."

In the sound of pouring tea, He Rong continued: "He is different from Moli. Fu Nian Khan is several decades younger than Moli. In the words of our Central Plains people, he is young and weak, with great ambitions." , and the weak preyed on the strong in the Turks, and they always only obeyed the strong, so Fu Nian must not be a simple person to be the leader of the Eastern Turks. He must know that the troops will attack in two ways, which can only weaken his own strength."

Yang Jun frowned: "You mean, Huaiyuan County or Liangzhou, one of them, is just for him to make a fuss?"

He Rong: "Not necessarily, but I firmly believe that this kind of person will never do things aimlessly. There must be some mystery in it that we don't understand for the time being."

Yang Jun sighed: "I really don't want people to live in peace, I hope the court can put down the rebellion as soon as possible, otherwise the Yang family's business will not dare to go to the border town!"

While talking, a person came from the other end of the corridor.

"Sanlang, sir, please come over." The person who came was He Song, the servant of the He family.

When their family was first exiled here, not to mention the servants, all their money and treasures were looted, and they fell from the pride of heaven to the mortal world. Everything had to start from scratch, with two meals a day, and there was dross to eat , is already a blessing.

During the most desperate period, the family even dug the grass roots.

He Song and Wen Jiang were sent by Yang Jun when the situation improved a little two years ago.

Together with them, there are two other servants who help with some farm work in the fields on weekdays. They are considered part-time labor and do not sell themselves.

He Rong was a little surprised: "Father, why did you call me?"

He Song shook his head, and whispered: "But I see, Mr. Lang seems not very happy."

He Rong hummed, and then said to Yang Jun: "Excuse me, sit down for a while, and I'll come when I go."

Yang Jun smiled and said: "You are busy with your work, I will go back later by myself."

Wen Jiang hurriedly helped He Rong up.

But He Rong said: "Go and get my bamboo stick, you don't have to follow."

Wen Jiang was a little reluctant, but obediently handed the bamboo stick to He Rong.

At first glance, He Rong looks like an ordinary person, except that when he walks a little faster, he needs a bamboo stick to walk. If you look closely, you can easily find that he has a slight limp.

Watching him and He Song disappear at the end of the corridor together, Yang Jun sighed involuntarily.

It would be fine if He Rong was ugly and mediocre, but he was good in everything, except for this one, which was flawed, like a white jade with slight flaws, which was even more embarrassing.

Yang Jun withdrew his gaze, and said to Wen Jiang: "If he is still the noble man in the past, he will definitely be a hundred times more dazzling than he is now."

Wen Jiang said lightly: "If this is the case, the Lord may not be the Lord today, and he may not know you."

Yang Jun choked.

……

When He Rong and He Song came to the main house, they saw their father He Tai pacing back and forth in the house, looking a little anxious and uneasy.

Sitting next to him was his elder brother He Mu, who gave him a wink.

"Father, are you looking for me?" He Rong saluted.

He Song retreated knowingly.

He Tai: "Sit."

Concise and concise, but revealed his inner restlessness.

He Rong: "Big Brother, why don't you see Second Brother and the others?"

He Mu laughed and said, "He and your fifth younger brother couldn't stay idle. They went to the mountains to hunt. They said they wanted to make some preparations for the winter."

But He Tai didn't bother to listen to the two brothers chatting: "Yesterday, I received a letter from the capital."

Seeing that He Rong still looked normal, he couldn't help but said: "This time it's not written by someone else, but by your grandfather... Your Majesty wrote it himself!"

He Rong: "What did Your Majesty say?"

He Tai handed over the letter and said awkwardly: "He asked me why I didn't reply to the letter in person, did I have any resentment?"

The content is not long, and He Rong quickly finished reading the ten lines at a glance, and praised casually: "The silver hook painted on iron, the power of ten thousand junctures, and the weight is lifted as lightly, really looks like an emperor!"

Eldest brother He Mu couldn't help laughing.

He Tai said angrily: "Who told you to read this? Didn't you notice the wording above, he just pointed at my nose and scolded me!"

He Rong sighed slightly: "Then why didn't father reply to the letter in person last time?"

He Tai was speechless.

He couldn't say that he had written so many letters and sent them to the capital, but he had never seen the emperor reply a few times. Even if he replied occasionally, it was all written by his servants, with a few words of "Zhen'an". Frustrated, I wondered whether the idea that He Rong gave me at the beginning was useful. Last time, when I was lazy, I simply asked my eldest son to reply to the letter on my behalf. Who knew that the emperor would find out immediately, and even wrote a letter to scold him.

He Rong said patiently: "I asked my father to write letters to His Majesty, not to invite favor. Regardless of whether Your Majesty will read these letters or not, at least he can hear his father's name occasionally, so that he will not completely forget him. Well, although His Majesty's words are harsh, it shows that he really cares about you. If not, why bother to write a letter in person? If my guess is correct, maybe it won't be long before the imperial court will send another envoy."

He Tai was dubious, and a little dejected: "Your Majesty has deposed me as a commoner long ago. I just want to live here safely and earn a living. I don't care about the rest. It's all right now. In case Your Majesty remembers the past again and blames me Come down, our whole family will have to walk around without eating."

He Mu comforted in a gentle voice: "Father, I think what Saburo said is right. If His Majesty is indifferent, he can ask someone to write the letter instead of writing it himself. It can be seen that he has never forgotten his father. The curse words in the letter, saying Maybe it’s also meant to be a test.”

He Tai sighed: "Don't blame my father for being timid. I was really scared by those things back then. It may not be a good thing for His Majesty to think of us. Our family finally took root here, so don't make a fuss. Those days are gone!"

When mentioning the past, the room was silent for a while.

A crisp female voice came in from outside at the right time, breaking the strange silence: "Father, brother, Saburo, you are all here!"

The commoner girl came in with a basket, her cheeks were rosy, her forehead was sweating, but she had a smile on her face: "I'm lucky today, I picked a lot of lotus seeds, and I can make lotus seed soup tonight!"

He Tai was absent-minded: "Really? Let Weifu take a look."

He Jia noticed the abnormality of the three people in the room, and looked around: "What's wrong, what happened?"

"Lang Jun! Lang Jun!"

Before He Tai finished speaking, He Song hurried in from the outside and almost tripped on the steps.

"There was a carriage parked outside, and the other party, the other party said it was from the capital!"

He Tai was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help being terrified.

He subconsciously looked at He Rong who was sitting on the lower right.

The other party sat quietly as usual, but there was no surprise.