Promotion and fortune in Song Dynasty

Hearing Lu Ci's understatement, Di Qing didn't react for a while, and just nodded habitually in agreement.

After a while, he came back to his senses, his eyes widened suddenly, he looked at Lu Ci in disbelief, and stammered, "Grandpa, Gongzu, are you serious?"

"It's fine if you insist on calling me a father-in-law. How can you still be a father-in-law?"

Lu Ci teased casually, and then said leisurely: "Naturally, I count. It's just who to fight with, how long to fight, and how many people are needed... As the commander of the army, you have to make a specific charter and submit it to me The troops will not be dispatched until I have read it and approved it.”

It is well known that Lu Ci is extremely rigorous in his official affairs, almost to the point of harshness.

It is extremely difficult to meet the requirements in Lu Ci's mind without any experience and no suitable people to ask for advice.

But putting it on Di Qing, who has never been afraid of difficulties, will only make him feel extremely excited.

Teng Zongliang was dumbfounded.

When Di Qing finished his brief conversation with Lu Ci with a blushing face, and trotted back to pick up the recent articles he had left behind, he couldn't help but lowered his voice, leaned into his friend's ear and said, "Even if you're coaxing a child, it's not like this. Are you exaggerating? If he takes it seriously, you will not be able to keep your promise in the future, and you will be disappointed!"

Lu Ci asked back: "Why don't you believe it, what I just said is the truth?"

Teng Zongliang blinked vigorously, and then looked at the smiling face, but his eyes were full of serious Lu Ci, and he couldn't help but tremble.

——His friend, I'm afraid he is crazy!

But a moment ago, he was still worried that the movement of repairing the village and increasing troops would be too big, causing dissatisfaction from the surrounding forces.In exchange for the openness and sincerity of the friends about the expansion of the territory, didn't they also reach a consensus that the time is not yet ripe and that we need to continue to prepare?

How could it be that in the blink of an eye, as soon as Di Qing expressed his desire to train soldiers, his friend changed his mind in an instant, and moved forward the expedition so long as if he was obsessed with lust? !

Teng Zongliang couldn't hold back any longer: "No matter how much you dote on the younger brother, you must not make fun of this important military matter! It's too absurd! The current situation affects the whole body. Of course I am opposed to raising tigers as a threat, but now The official’s family is seriously ill, and the crown prince is still young, so it’s not the time to declare war anyway! At that time, how could he say that it’s a small fight, and others are willing to cooperate with you to be blind?”

Lu Ci patted him on the back amusedly, giving him comfort, and explained: "I'm not doting on my younger brother, but on the contrary, I want to sharpen him. Do you think I'm so easy to pass?"

It will take at least a year and a half for Di Qing to come up with a plan that can be achieved.

In the process of continuous improvement, Di Qing needs to conduct countless field drills and investigations, and then conduct reconnaissance and exploration of the enemy's situation, as well as research and thinking on tactics, and he must consult the veterans around him...

It is not an easy task for Di Qing, who used to follow Cao Wei, him, and even Li Chao as a general, to develop a general view of the overall situation.

Teng Zongliang snorted, and finally felt relieved: "It's good that you have success."

Di Qing naturally did not know about the conversation between Lu and Teng.

Fearing that his grandfather would be waiting for a long time, he trotted back to the barracks, rummaged frantically, and immediately overturned Gao Jixuan who was lazily lying on the bed picking his teeth after taking a bath.

Gao Jixuan was caught off guard and almost rolled over: "Brother Di! What are you doing!"

Di Qing didn't change his face: "Looking for articles."

Gao Jixuan was puzzled: "Why are you looking for that thing?"

Di Qing ignored him, but he wasn't annoyed, he didn't know what he had realized, and suddenly smiled slyly: "Could it be that Brother Di fell in love with each other for the first time, hiding the shady ruler—"

As soon as the conversation started, it stopped abruptly following Di Qing's sudden cold gaze.

Di Qing said calmly: "Make jokes again, double the training."

Gao Jixuan fell silent for a moment.

Although he is four years older than Di Qing, based on his admiration for Di Qing, he has always been willing to call him 'brother'.

But he said that he was in Beijing, relying on his background in riding and archery, which was quite outstanding among his peers, he was often domineering and caused some small disputes, but he was also very comfortable.

It wasn't until his father Gao Qiong forced him into the Wansheng camp that became a joke in Beijing, and then kicked him to this shitty broken Qinzhou, that his leisurely good days came to an end.

Li Chao was the first to lead the Wansheng Battalion.But although Li Chao's official rank is passable, in front of his father, it is not enough. What's more, in the Wansheng camp, the most indispensable thing is the general, how can he be intimidated by him?

Still doing their own way, these stations in the battalion are crooked 'soldiers', except for those bums who really have no power and power, they don't pay attention to Li Chao.

Gao Jixuan originally thought that when the people here were tormented unbearably, he would be able to return to the comfortable Bianjing, at worst he would lose some face.

Seeing that the Qinzhou army was helpless, they sent Di Qing, who became famous after the battle with Tubo, and walked around wearing a scary and weird crying sheep-faced ghost mask all day long to cover up his tender face. Come on, after serving as the temporary commander, the people in Wansheng Camp, including Gao Jixuan, couldn't help laughing.

Oh, except for the one named Yang, who looks very rigid, but he is the only one who is willing to train according to the routine.

When Di Qing was calling them for training in a serious manner, he turned a blind eye to it, and only regarded this attitude as a complete abandonment of them. Many people left the camp wantonly and stayed outside in flagrant violation of military regulations, which made other soldiers dare not speak out.

...Oh, it's still only the prudish surname Yang.

It's just that when some people called for friends and invited him to go to the song hall and hotel together, Gao Jixuan was not tempted and flatly refused.

No matter how beautiful the singing girls in this poor place are, they can't compare to the bustling Bianjing!

Besides, Gao Jixuan was born as a general, and he was influenced by his father, so he had a little reverence for military law.

No matter how slow he was in training, he didn't dare to step into the thunder pool easily.

It wasn't until three days later that the thunderbolt that surprised everyone came—that head fell to the ground neatly after Di Qing coldly announced the violated military law.

In the process of law enforcement, although Di Qing's expression was hidden by the mask, he never trembled, no matter whether it was his hands or his body shape.

While Gao Jixuan was secretly thankful, he also broke into a cold sweat.

Obediently, if it really is a biting dog, don't bark.

This surname Di is young, but his heart is not so cruel, nor is he so calm!

After seeing with his own eyes Di Qing's impeccable and more exquisite archery skills than the rumors, as well as the terrifying appetite that shocked everyone, Gao Jixuan was completely convinced by him.

Hmm...Anyway, the ice cube surnamed Yang, who usually doesn't like to talk to people, convinced him earlier than him, so it's not ashamed.

Every month, except for the two days when Di Qing disappeared when he went back to the grandfather's mansion, he lived and ate with the soldiers of the Wansheng Battalion.

The training carried out is only more and no less.

Gradually, he practiced so personally that the impetuous faction of the Wansheng camp really calmed down.

Gao Jixuan supported his chin with one hand, watched Di Qing rummage around, but couldn't find it, so he couldn't help asking: "What kind of articles are you looking for? Why don't you tell me, so I can help you find it together."

Although Di Qing was anxious, he only stretched out his hand, stabilized the slightly loose mask, and said in a steady voice: "No need."

He was only annoyed that he left in a hurry in the morning and forgot where to put it away.

Gao Jixuan inexplicably heard the meaning of being disgusted, and was about to say something more, when Yang Wenguang, who had just finished bathing and was naked in the cold weather, walked into the barracks.

Yang Wenguang was also a little surprised when he saw that Di Qing was rummaging through it. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "...do you need help?"

Gao Jixuan gave a light snort gloatingly.

Just as he offered to help, he ended up getting bored, and now it's the turn of this surname Yang!

What surprised Gao Jixuan was that when he heard Yang Wenguang's question, Di Qing said without hesitation: "I'm looking for the articles I wrote in recent days. Have you seen them?"

Yang Wenguang said without hesitation: "Oh, it's my fault that I saw it was raining this morning and the window was open, so I made my own decision and put all those photos in my drawer, but I forgot to tell you."

Di Qing was taken aback, and immediately opened the wooden drawer Yang Wenguang was pointing at, and sure enough, he saw the neatly folded papers on top.

Di Qing said solemnly: "Thank you."

Before Yang Wenguang could respond, he was blown away like a gust of wind.

Although Yang Wenguang was a little confused, he didn't take it to heart. He just lowered his head and carefully straightened the items in the drawer that had been slightly messed up by Di Qing's action of pulling out paper just now.

I took a few steps back, looked at it from a little distance, and made sure that there was no more skew and everything was in order before I closed the drawer.

As soon as he turned around, he met Gao Jixuan's eyes full of resentment.

Yang Wenguang: "?"

He waited for a while, but Gao Jixuan did not open his mouth, so he folded the head of the bed so neatly and put on clothes one by one that didn't look like he was in the military camp.

Gao Jixuan took a deep breath, only to feel that there was nowhere to go for the nameless anger.

——Why!

At this moment, the same cry was uttered in my heart, and the emperor Zhao Heng, who was far away in the capital, was lying on the extremely luxurious dragon tower in the inner palace, but his eyes were crooked, his mouth was slanted, and his whole body was numb and unable to move.

Because of Zhao Zhen's filial piety, he came to visit him three times a day, and whenever he had free time, he wiped his body with his own hands, pressed his body, and fed him medicine. When sober, no one dares to slow down.

It was just that after confirming that his condition was no longer getting better, the concubine who came to visit him attentively gradually disappeared.

At this rare moment when his thoughts were clear, Zhao Heng opened his cloudy eyes, looked at the increasingly blurred roof of the tent, and quietly began to think about the past.

Slowly, a sadness filled my heart.

Under his rule, it can be said that the country is prosperous and the people are peaceful, and his subjects are obedient. Why is he the only one who suffers from this disaster amidst all the singing and dancing?

There are so many heirs under her knees, but in the end only the sixth brother is left as a single seedling; the queen who has been doting on power for many years is obsessed with power, and treats him as a fool; Under the circumstances, I can't get up anymore!

The only thing that can make him feel gratified is that he is taking back the power of supervising the country, and has always been full of admiration for him, and he is filial to the sixth brother in front of the hospital bed.

The more Zhao Heng thought about it, the angrier he became, but after he suddenly realized something, he suddenly felt cold all over, and he didn't dare to think deeply.

Could it be...there is a god in the dark who hates him for forging the heavenly scriptures, deceiving the people, and offending the heavenly court, so that he caused such suffering?