Three thousand miles in exile

Liang Jun was defeated!

50 troops were killed by Xirong Keng!

Fang Shoutang was killed in battle, all the generals of the Fang family were martyred, and Xi Rong slaughtered all the prisoners.

The bad news was delivered to Beijing as quickly as possible.

At that time, Emperor Liang was hanging out with the new beauty in the harem.

Whenever there is troublesome matter in the government, Emperor Liang likes to go to the harem to relax, hugging these charming and boneless beauties in their [-]s and [-]s, there are no worries for a while.

"I have an urgent report to report to Your Majesty!" Zuo Cheng of the Ministry of War hurried into the palace but was stopped by the eunuch outside the palace.

The eunuch pinched his throat. "No matter how important it is, you can't report it now, my lord, please listen to the movement inside."

For a moment, Zuo Cheng of the Ministry of War's face was black and red, hey, this Emperor Liang is really speechless.

"My army of 50 in Daliang was completely wiped out by Xirong Keng, father-in-law, do you want me to wait?" Zuo Cheng of the Ministry of War was full of despair.

The eunuch was momentarily frightened.

"In this battle, less than 10 soldiers died in the battle, while our army lost 50 lives!" Zuo Cheng from the Ministry of War fell to the ground in a slump.

On this day, the entire Imperial Capital City was shrouded in terrifying clouds.

Liang Tianzi was like an empty shell that had been hollowed out, and all the officials were arguing and arguing, and he just sat on the throne as if he had never heard of it.

"I implore your Majesty to send Xu Guogong to take over the military affairs of Peizhou. Xu Guogong has experienced many battles and will be able to turn the tide!" Zhao Jizhang took the lead in the petition, and most officials knelt down to plead with the emperor.

"Your Majesty! Peizhou still has [-] troops, and Gaozhou has [-] troops. There may not be a turning point." Lu Lingyuan shouted.

However, Liang Tianzi couldn't listen to a word.

At this moment, he was full of thoughts about why the emperors of the previous dynasty were so comfortable, but when he came to him, it was all about things inside and out, why was he so miserable.

All the officials were clamoring, and Liang Tianzi only felt a splitting headache.

Some of these ministers strongly recommended Xu Muyuan to go out to fight, some strongly recommended to recruit troops to fight against the enemy again, and some even strongly recommended to send imperial envoys to negotiate peace with Xirong.

"Don't fight anymore, everyone. The recruitment for peace talks can be carried out at the same time, and Jing Guogong can also be ordered when he is in danger." Zhao Jizhang said.

All the officials nodded for a moment.

"Just do as Da Situ wants." Liang Tianzi got up with his forehead, almost fell down after taking two steps, and finally stepped out of the hall with the help of the palace servants.

On the same day, Zhao Jizhang sent Lu Lingyuan to Hanzhong with the letter of credence, and at the same time urgently recruited troops.

However, there is no conscript in Daliang. This time, the 50 troops have gone and never returned.

These days Zhao Jizhang can be said to be in a state of desperation.

About half a month later, a courier came back quickly and delivered a letter written by Lu Lingyuan.

Zhao Jizhang almost tore up the letter after reading it.

The king of Xirong actually asked Liang Tianzi to cede Hanzhong!

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Jizhang couldn't hide it. When he brought it up, there was an uproar in the civil and military affairs of the court.

"It's a shame!!"

"Ceding Hanzhong is unheard of!!"

"Absolutely can't promise him!!"

All the officials cursed and cursed, and even yelled that they would burn everything together. As for whether he will really live and die with Daliang, it's just talking now, who knows.

Liang Tianzi only felt that the headache became more serious.

"Scatter!" He stood up and left.

The emperor just left and stared at all the courtiers.

In the next few days, Liang Tianzi did not go to court, and officials asked to see him but did not see him.

On this day, Emperor Liang suddenly announced that Pei Gongli had entered the palace.

"Aiqing, are people in the world calling me incompetent?" Liang Tianzi was half drunk and half awake, with two stunning beauties hugging him from side to side, with a depraved appearance.

Pei Gong kept his eyes on him. "Who in the world dares to offend Tianwei."

Liang Tianzi laughed, but the laughter sounded like crying, which was very unpleasant. "Aiqing, you often have clever plans. What do you think I should do in the current crisis?"

These days, Emperor Liang was also struggling in pain, and finally he ordered Pei Gongli to enter the palace.

Pei Gongli has always been very clear about his role. He is the mouth of Liang Tianzi, saying what Liang Tianzi dared not say in his heart.

"I suggest that you agree to the king of Xirong to cede Hanzhong."

After Pei Gongli finished speaking, a wine glass hit him, brushed his face, fell to the ground and shattered.

"You want me to cede Hanzhong for peace? Do you want me to be scolded forever!" Liang Tianzi flushed with anger.

Since the Zhou Dynasty, no emperor has ceded Hanzhong. If Daliang sets this precedent, he will definitely be nailed to the pillar of shame in history. These days, Emperor Liang is entangled in this matter.

"Your Majesty!" Pei Gongli plopped down on his knees. "Xi Rong has already occupied Hanzhong, what's the difference between ceding it or not? The most important thing now is to make peace with Xi Rong, so that it will not continue to go south."

Liang Tianzi gritted his teeth and seemed to be forbearing, his face changed several times, he knew that Pei Gongli was right, and this was what he thought.

If the Xirong army goes south, how will Daliang resist it?

"Your Majesty! The decree does not need to write about cession, it is a gift! The emperor gave it to King Xirong!"

Pei Gongli still knelt on the ground. "King Xirong's invasion of Hanzhong was nothing more than money and food. We just gave it to him. Losing some money can save the people from the war.

What a gift!

Liang Tianzi's sloppy eyes were filled with excitement, and he knew that Pei Gongli would find a step for him.

Compared with Zhao Jizhang who always made him make decisions, Pei Gongli was more considerate and took care of his feelings.

"I'm tired, I don't want to care about it." Liang Tianzi leaned on the dragon couch. "Aiqing is willing to let the prime minister take charge of state affairs and seek peace from Xirong."

As long as Pei Gongli becomes the Prime Minister and then implements the policy of seeking peace, all of this has nothing to do with him. Naturally, Liang Tianzi can't hide this thought from Pei Gongli.

Emperor Liang wanted to push Pei Gongli out to accept the scolding of the people all over the world.

However, Pei Gongli did not hesitate for long.

"I am willing."

So what if he is scolded by the world!This is the prime minister with one person under one person and above ten thousand people!

It was deep winter, and Daliang sent 10 taels of gold, millions of taels of silver, and countless silks, satins and pearls to the King of Xirong for peace in Hanzhong.

For a while, Pei Gongli's name was equivalent to that of a treacherous minister and traitor, and the common people reviled him for his shamelessness.

However, the king of Xirong agreed, and sure enough, the army stationed in Mashanyi withdrew to the Hanzhong Plain, and had no plan to go south.

The crisis in Daliang has been resolved.

After this incident, Liang Tianzi also completely ignored the government affairs, and all government affairs in Daliang were managed by the prime minister.

Daliang's court quickly divided into two factions. One was the minister headed by Pei Gongli, and the other was the minister headed by Zhao Jizhang. They argued endlessly every day.

However, Emperor Liang ignored the matter, and the final decree was issued according to the intention of the prime minister.

A traitor served as the prime minister, the clan was dissatisfied, the people were resentful, and the entire imperial capital was in turmoil.

With Xi Rong withdrawing troops, the whole world seemed to have quieted down.

At that time, northern Xinjiang was covered with snow.

"Yesterday King Qing sent someone to beg for food again, and he couldn't afford the price. I'm half selling and half giving away." Song Fenglin nestled in Liu Zhan's arms, reading a book, and suddenly remembered this.

Liu Zhan held the cigarette rod and frowned after hearing it. "Gaozhou is a problem. Now that Daliang has ceded Hanzhong, Gaozhou has become a veritable island."

Peizhou still has a steady stream of supply from the Central Plains, and the situation in Gaozhou is much more difficult.

This winter, King Qing sent people to the Han Kingdom to ask for grain many times. When Gaozhou was dying, Song Fenglin generously sold the grain twice at a low price in order to avoid Liu Zhan's reputation as cruel and ruthless.

There is a saying that saving the emergency is not saving the poor, and it is not a solution in the long run.

"Gaozhou is meaningless in the hands of King Qing." Liu Zhan had helplessness in his eyes.

It is impossible for King Qing to make a comeback, but he is relying on the support of the Han Dynasty to survive.

Song Fenglin understood what Liu Zhan was thinking, and winning Gaozhou would be beneficial to both the people of Gaozhou and the country of Han.

"Don't sell him any more grain, let King Qing make a decision." Liu Zhan made a decision, and now that King Qing is also desperate, it's time to make a decision.

"There are no two kings in a country, if King Qing descends to Han, what arrangement do you make?" Song Fenglin asked.

Liu Zhan said casually: "Send Xiaolian to contact Zhang Taining first. As long as King Qing is willing to give up the throne and military power, I will treat his family well."

But King Qing is determined not to stay. To take Gaozhou and get rid of King Qing in a legitimate way, this matter still needs some planning.

"Why didn't King Xirong take Gaozhou?" Song Fenglin couldn't understand this question.

For King Xirong, taking Gaozhou was easy.

Liu Zhan put down the cigarette stick with a smile and took Song Fenglin to his body, letting him sit astride his lower abdomen, and the two faced each other. "Want to know?"

Military affairs have always been Liu Zhan's strong point. Song Fenglin often has intuition, but dare not make a conclusion.

"That's because the King of Xirong deliberately reserved Gaozhou to stop me." Liu Zhan stared at him, his eyes as dark as an abyss had already seen through the situation in Hanzhong.

This King Xirong is not a simple person.

"Xi Rong will go south next year, and it won't be long before Emperor Liang cedes Hanzhong to live comfortably." Liu Zhan said firmly.

Why did the King of Xirong deliberately keep Gaozhou to stop the King of Han?

Are you afraid of the strong soldiers in the hands of the King of Han?

Of course not!

The king of Xirong is also the hero, how could he be afraid of an army that has never fought against him?The only possibility is that the king of Xirong has bigger plans, and he doesn't want the king of Han to interfere with his great affairs.

From this, Liu Zhan concluded that the king of Xirong would definitely go south to the Central Plains.

After being instructed by Liu Zhan, Song Fenglin also understood the intention of King Xirong, and was also surprised.

King Xirong is different from the opponents they have experienced. This man is brave and resourceful, and he has a strong army of millions in his hands!

If Daliang used the power of the whole country to force the aristocratic family to cooperate in defending against the enemy, it would not be incapable of fighting, and at worst, everything would be destroyed.

However, this last road was cut off by Pei Gong.

Song Fenglin sighed. "Pei Gong left this person, harming the country and the people."

"When Ruichang rescued him, I could see that this man was very ambitious, an unscrupulous bastard, in his eyes there was no right and wrong." Liu Zhan didn't want to say more, and stretched out his hand to brush away the hair on Song Fenglin's chest. Silk, untied the belt on the dragon robe.

Liu Zhan didn't say a word about Pei Gongli's thoughts that he shouldn't.

How could he let a snake and scorpion come in to disturb the inner and outer restlessness.

In this regard, Liu Zhan has always been able to control himself.

Besides, Mr. Song has already taken all of him, so there is no room for others.

Soon the dragon robes and belts were scattered on the kang bed, and the night outside the window was getting darker, and the wind and snow were getting stronger.

The next day was bright, and the palace people got up early to shovel the snow, but the snow was so heavy that they could only shovel a way for the officials to enter the palace early.

The snow-covered palace is majestic and majestic.

"Greetings to the King, greetings to the Queen, long live my king." The courtier bowed three times and then knelt and sat on the seats on both sides.

The ground dragon was burning in the Chengyun hall, and the firewood was burning in the furnace in the center of the hall. The warm inside of the hall and the whistling wind and snow outside the door became a double sky of ice and fire.

Song Fenglin's clear and cold voice spread throughout the hall. "Winter is approaching, and the weather is getting worse and worse. We will discuss everything today, and the morning court will be suspended tomorrow."

There was heavy snowfall outside the hall. In previous years, people who lived on the mountain had already been covered by heavy snow at this time. In a few days, Jinyang City would also be blocked by heavy snow.

Counting the days, it is only a few days before the Spring Festival, and it is another year before you know it.

Wen Qingshan, the chief assistant of the cabinet, came out. "My Majesty and Queen, the refugees stranded in our country have been arranged to live in shelters on the outskirts of the city in batches, and each of them has been provided with dry food. Whether they are hungry or not, how to survive in the next spring is also a problem."

With the new villages in various places full of people, the Han Dynasty stopped the policy of home registration for refugees after autumn, and those refugees who crossed the border privately and stranded, had a more difficult life after winter.

Although there is a temporary shelter, you can barely starve to death, but it is not a long-term solution.

Song Fenglin frowned. The wasteland in northern Xinjiang had been reclaimed, and the refugees who came later would have nowhere to settle. It was not an option to ignore it.

"Organize the factory and increase the employment rate." Liu Zhan leaned lazily on the dragon chair.

"Factory?" Song Fenglin looked sideways at him.

"It's a workshop," Liu Zhan said in another way.

"Encourage folks to open workshops, like fur. Selling raw materials directly to the Central Plains is better than processing them into finished products at home and then reselling them to the Central Plains. If there are too many workshops, there will be a shortage of workers. These refugees are cheap labor."

Liu Zhan generally doesn't care about financial matters, but every time he speaks, he can have unique insights, and all officials agree with them.

Song Fenglin came to a conclusion. "According to Your Majesty's wishes, the cabinet will draw up a plan and implement it in the spring of next year."

After the court, Liu Zhan huddled on the kang in the imperial study and fiddled with the chessboard. He remembered the incident about the refugees in the early court, and he knew that it was only a temporary solution, not the root cause.

If you want to change the status quo of too many refugees, the most direct way is to take back Hanzhong!

However, if the Han army wants to enter Hanzhong, there is still a Gaozhou.

If King Qing insisted on not wanting to surrender to the Han, he could only do so. Liu Zhan had a strong killing intent in his eyes.

At most, he would only give King Qing another winter to think about it, which was already the limit of Liu Zhan's patience.