Heaven is fearless

But no matter how impatient Chu Zhang was, he wished to spread his wings and fly to the border, but the army rushing to help Langya was dispatched from Yangzhou, and it would take a few days for them to pass through the capital to meet up, so Chu Zhang moved back to the East Palace, hugging him every day. Zhao Cuo was in a daze.

Six days later, the army from Yangzhou passed through the capital, and Chu Zhang led General Dingyuan, a regular fifth-rank official under Shao Tianhuan's operation, and added a few teams under his command, which were in charge of escorting food and grass.

Unlike Shao Tianheng's army that rushed out in a hurry, the army rushing to help Langya was not in such a hurry. The horses and food and grass raised temporarily were not enough. Eight thousand soldiers changed their horses and took [-] days to reach Langya. At this time, Shao Tianheng's first letter was already in On the way from Changzhou to the capital.

Chu Zhang paid a high price and entrusted a fast foot to fetch the letter from the capital for him and send it to Langya. The letter was delivered to him two days after he set up camp in Langya.

Chu Zhang found a small hillside outside the city, hid in the grass corner and carefully unfolded the letter paper. The thick apricot-colored gold leaflet had the same light and remote fragrance as its owner, and the bold and vigorous font was like pine bamboo Xiao Xiao Su Su , there were only a few standard greetings on the letter paper, and a little more ink to mention the urgency of the war, and nothing else, but just these few words, which can be memorized in a blink of an eye. Chuzhang read it for half an hour .

At the end of the letter was Shao Tianheng's crown prince's seal, on which the word "Heng" was engraved only in the ring script. Birch plum.

Chu Zhang read the letter over and over again, then reluctantly folded the paper carefully into its original appearance, stuffed it into the envelope, put it on his chest, and lay on the grass slope with his head up, holding a stick in his mouth that he forgot where Pulled the dog's tail grass, staring blankly at the sky in a daze.

War has never been a poem worthy of praise. The swords chanting in the poet's mouth are like frost, the swords on the battlefield, and even the sound of drums and horns all have a strange and romantic mist. In Chu Zhang's eyes, all he sees is endless exhaustion. The comrades weeping in the corner of the city wall under the stalemate of the war, the man muttering the names of his wife and children, the wounded soldiers moaning intermittently in the tent, and the ubiquitous blood and dry yellow sand constituted his life. reality and dreams.

When the drum sounded, he held a spear and formed a battle formation with his robes and rushed out to kill. He didn't remember how many people he had killed, and the only thing that lingered in his mind was the idea of ​​living.

He wants to live, he has to live.

The word "survive" gradually became what he thought about the most in Langya. He originally wanted to take advantage of the war and sneak to Changzhou, but after fighting a few battles, he let go of this idea.

An individual is so insignificant in the torrent of war that it is not worth mentioning, but after he was protected by a fellow robe and rushed back to the city, he could no longer turn his back on the ancient city.

More than a dozen letters from Shao Tianheng came intermittently. Unknowingly, the war had lasted for more than three months. The autumn dew was heavy, and Bei Rong's offensive began to slow down. Both sides knew that the war was coming to an end, and there was no supply of food and grass. The Bei Rong could not fight for a long time when winter was coming, and the prince of Wei insisted on Changzhou not to retreat, Liangzhou was also taken back, Bei Rong with only two cities in the Wei It is untenable at all, and both sides are testing each other.

Chu Zhang dragged his tired body down from the city wall to change defenses. The wind and sand on the battlefield had sharpened his face even harder. The bright temperament on his body had transformed into a deep and heavy body, and his shoulders were broad enough to look like an adult man.

Randomly picked a nest in the haystack and sat down. He laboriously curled up his long legs and stuffed them into the straw, curled up his body, and took out a crumpled letter from his arms.

This letter was received yesterday, but he was so busy that he didn't have time to read it. With his bloodshot eyes open, Chu Zhang wiped his dirty clothes with his hands, opened the envelope and took out the letterhead inside.

This time the letter is a bit longer, and it is still those words of concern and greetings, the words are much more casual than at the beginning. Shao Tianheng occasionally complains that the food in the barracks is really bad, the war is urgent, and it has been a long time since he opened a small stove; They sent people out to call the battle, but the people who called the battle didn't know Mandarin very well. The people on the entire city wall gathered together, and even the dialects of the sixteen states did not understand what the man was swearing.

At the end of the letter, the prince seemed to have hesitated for a while, the ink had dried up, and he left a tentative inquiry on the paper: "...Your birthday is approaching, and the crowning ceremony may not be possible Is there a word? If you don’t mind, how about I pick a word for you?”

"The chapter is bright and colorful, and the rules are transparent. The ancestors have the saying "wear colorful and complicated decorations, and the fragrance is beautiful and full of chapters" to praise the beauty of morality. The word 'Yuanhua', what do you think?"

Chu Zhang looked at the line of words and muttered the word "Yuanhua" in his mouth. Suddenly, a sea of ​​turbulent and silent thoughts flooded his heart.

Want to see him, really want to.

******

Shao Tianheng was sitting on a low couch, holding a porcelain cup in his hand, wearing a thick cloak, his face was terribly white, his hair was loose loosely, his lips were bloodless, his whole body seemed to be covered with Snow grass is made of grass, and the breathing is so slight that it is almost inaudible.

"Your Highness...it's time to take the medicine."

The guard lifted the curtain, holding a bowl of pitch-black liquid medicine in his hand, and put it on the table in front of Shao Tianheng: "The medical worker told me, this medicine works best when it's hot."

After finishing speaking, he stared at Shao Tianheng closely, as if he would not leave until he took the medicine.

"Cough, cough, cough..." Shao Tianheng frowned, picked up the medicine bowl and smelled it, and was immediately overwhelmed by the bitter smell, and coughed uncontrollably.

"Your Highness—" the guard was at a loss and wanted to come up to help him, Shao Tianheng raised his eyes and gave him a cold look, and the other side retreated back with hands and feet.

That look is really scary, not the kind that contains killing intent, but without any emotion, as if looking at a piece of grass or a piece of paper, ruthless, does a grass need to be able to speak?Does a piece of paper need to care about its owner?

The guard stood where he was, as if his heart had been touched by ice water.

He felt an indescribable fear.

The crown prince above was holding a slightly rough porcelain bowl. Although he preferred comfort, he would not force extravagant enjoyment when conditions did not allow it. He drank the medicine while holding his breath, frowning tightly. Closing his mouth to prevent himself from spitting it out, he waved to the guard below to signal him to back down.

The war was coming to an end, and the spies scattered on the grassland reported that the king's tent of Beirong was migrating deep into the grassland, which was a signal to retreat.

Beirong people were born warriors galloping on the grasslands, advocating force, compared with the prosperous style of writing in the Wei Dynasty, the people of Beirong are tough, especially good at bow and horse, even women can hunt with bows, let alone those who call themselves wolves Bei Rong male.

Shao Tianheng is well aware of the barbaric nature of this nation, and the more critical it is to end the battle, the more he dare not be careless. Besides, the leader on the opposite side this time is King Zuoxian, the next head of the royal family of Beirong. Shao Tianheng has been with him several times. Even though we have never met each other in battle on the battlefield, we can tell from his style of leading the army that he is a cunning and ruthless person, and he is by no means easy to deal with.

He was afraid that something might happen at this critical juncture, and he was worried all day long, watching Beirong's movements with all his might, which really allowed him to catch a few Beirong people who were trying to pretend to be defeated and sneak into Changzhou City, and saved a few battles.

Because of this, Shao Tianheng's dilapidated body was deteriorating, and he had been relying on medicine to hang his spirits these days.

After taking a few sips of water to suppress the bitter taste in his mouth, Shao Tianheng was thinking about whether to sleep for a while or read the military newspaper, when there was another commotion outside the tent.

The voice became louder and louder, and it came all the way to the big tent of the Chinese army.

Shao Tianheng looked at the curtain, and as expected, someone walked in within a moment.

"His Royal Highness's royal body is Jin'an, and this old servant invites His Highness the Crown Prince to return to the capital according to His Majesty's order."

The person who came was Wei Emperor's confidant, Tao Zhong, the eunuch who held the pen in the imperial study.

Shao Tianheng put down the military newspaper in his hand and stroked the rough grain on the table with his fingertips. He didn't speak, but the generals who came in after Tao Zhong couldn't bear it anymore, and glared at Tao Zhong angrily: "The war is not over yet, Why do you want His Royal Highness to return to Beijing?"

Tao Zhong was very respectful towards Shao Tianheng, but he was a little arrogant towards these generals: "Your Majesty's will, why ask more?"

"You!" The most irritable colleague was pinned down by others, and a better-tempered one was replaced, and he smiled and saluted Tao Zhong: "Don't blame the boss, we are all big bosses, in the barracks I can't speak after staying for a long time. But His Royal Highness is gone, who will be in charge? Bei Rong is still watching outside, there is really no shortage of people in the army!"

This time Tao Zhong looked at the person who was speaking, and his tone was a little better: "Changzhou has sent military information back to Beijing several times. His Majesty knows that the war has basically stabilized. His Highness the Crown Prince is weak, so there is no need to work hard here. Follow-up matters are just a matter of time." His Highness the Second Prince took over."

As soon as these words came out, there was a moment of silence in the tent.

Afterwards, everyone's eyes widened in disbelief.

Did His Majesty say this?How could there be such a brazen person in the world!

The battle was led by the prince. No one knows better than them how fierce the Beirong people are. This time, the opponents are aggressive. If the prince hadn't tried his best to turn the tide, with the corrupt situation at the beginning of the war, the Beirong people might have stepped into the Yinzhou army this time. Feng pointed directly at the capital!

Could it be that the man sitting on the throne is a big fool, he thinks that war is a joke, let it go if he can say it?Who knows what kind of bastard that second prince is, if he can't support the wall, wouldn't he have to hand over all the previous victories together? !

There were so many words to scold that the account fell into silence for a while, not knowing what to scold first.

The one who broke the silence was the first Chu Da Wei Chujun.

The frail young man didn't change his face from the beginning to the end, as if his father's ordering him to hand over all the meritorious service was just a joke, his expression was as calm as ever, the kind of serenity and humility that Tao Zhong was very familiar with.

Tao Zhong also watched the prince grow up. Over the years, in front of His Majesty, the Prince always had such a humble and peaceful expression. No matter what His Majesty said, the Prince would only respond calmly. Tao Zhong always felt that the Prince was When facing His Majesty, it is like a ball of mud, which can be rounded and flattened by His Majesty, so when he received this errand, he did not consider the possibility of failure at all.

That elegant and elegant young man gathered the cloak on his body, his eyes were slightly closed, no matter how many times he looked at it, Tao Zhong had to admit that the prince looked really good.

Then, he heard the crown prince who was more majestic than Song Yu Pan An, who was used to being ordered by His Majesty, smiled at him, and said lightly:

"No."

"Since that's the case, please ask Your Highness to accompany the old slave—what?" Tao Zhong never thought that he would hear a refusal answer, and only realized what he had just heard after he said half of what he said casually. Control the volume.

"Gu said, no."

The prince repeated it in a good-tempered manner.

Tao Zhong froze in place for a long time, his frozen and rusty brain slowly came alive, looking at Chu Jun's smiling face, he suddenly broke out in sweat.

He remembered the conversation between His Majesty and the Second Prince that he had heard before leaving. After the Second Prince knew that the situation in the north was stable, he moved to pick peaches. He hesitated, not only because he was worried about the danger on the battlefield and worried about his son, but also because he was afraid that the war would repeat after Shao Tianheng left.

Although he was extremely jealous of Shao Tianheng, Emperor Wei was very clear about the talent of the eldest son, and he also knew that the second son was not as good as Shao Tianheng in this respect, so he was somewhat hesitant.

Shao Tianhuan saw that his father was hesitating, and immediately became anxious: "Isn't my father afraid that he will support himself with troops? One hundred thousand soldiers and horses, if he is not recalled as soon as possible, then he will say that he will not accept the fate of the king..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Emperor Wei suddenly raised his eyes and glanced at him.

This look was full of cold and murderous intent, Shao Tianhuan suddenly stopped his mouth, quickly lowered his head, not daring to say another word, and at the same time repeated the word "Junfu" again in his heart.

Jun father Jun father, the king is in front of the father, even if he talks about pampering him, it is still putting the instinct of the king before the father's love.

There was a period of silence in the study, and then Emperor Wei said slowly: "...Zhen will send someone to announce his return, you take a few competent people, get ready, and go to Changzhou."

Shao Tianheng lowered his head, and the corners of his mouth curled up quietly. No matter how he hesitated, a few words could arouse suspicion.

"... I will find some good hands for you, and I can help you when the time comes."

Emperor Wei paused and added something.

The corner of Shao Tianhuan's raised mouth dropped again.

To put it nicely, it's not to spy on him.

An emperor who is so suspicious that no one dares to trust him can sit on the dragon chair safely for so many years, it's really...

God does not open his eyes.

Shao Tianhuan thought coldly, but he is not the kind of fool like Shao Tianheng who says what he says and listens to. The king orders the king, as long as he becomes the king, he doesn't have to worry about dealing with this moody old guy anymore.

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Shao Tianhuan: Sharpen the knife and rush to the old man.