Sha Po Lang

During this period of time, Chang Geng lived very smoothly. First, he solved Jiangbei’s affairs perfectly, achieved all the set goals, and ended in a leisurely manner. On the way home, he was accompanied by Gu Yun—except for the part when he was in Yanhui when he was young. Days, Daliang has been in war and chaos, and Gu Yun rarely has the opportunity to be by his side for such a long time. Walking all the way, people have the illusion that they are going to grow old, and they can't feel the loneliness of autumn and early winter. It's lonely and cold.

Chang Geng used to be extremely restless, he was cautious about everything around him, and even a little clue could alarm him. At that time, although his nerves were tense all day long, he was really exhaustive and rarely made mistakes. After Gu Yun said a word, he realized that he was a little carried away.

Chang Geng stabilized his mind, and silently recalled the scene when Li Feng called him to the palace for a moment, and felt a little different meaning - the current Ninth Five-Year Lord was aggrieved and bored in a place full of medicine smell, the heavy palace room and the quietness The people in the palace all looked so depressed, the room was filled with a bitter smell of dying, and Li Feng was in his prime, not really old, seeing through the mundane world, so what would he feel like in his heart?

When some people realize that they are powerless, they will take the initiative to give in disheartened, but Li Feng is definitely not that kind of person. If he gave in so easily, he would not have gone overboard angrily when the Beidaying rebellion broke out. They will come out of the crowd, and they will not go to the red-headed kite when the soldiers are approaching the city.

Gu Yun was indeed reminding him, Chang Geng was aroused, a little bit of cold sweat leaked from the back of his neck, and the excitement on his face calmed down.

Gu Yun knew that he had listened, this person is too smart, sometimes a word is enough, so without further words, he stretched out his hand and touched Chang Geng's head.

Chang Geng grabbed his hand and pulled it down. Gu Yun waited leisurely to listen to his self-reflection. He thought that at least he would have to say "what would I do without you", but Chang Geng held him for a while. Yes, not only didn't reflect on it, but also made trouble unreasonably: "It's all your fault, it made me dizzy."

Gu Yun: "..."

In less than half a day after arriving in the capital, he had already played the roles of "pervert" and "disaster", and he was really busy.

His Royal Highness King Yan was so shy and introverted when he was young, how come the older he gets, the more shameless he becomes?

Gu Yun threw away Chang Geng, who was getting more and more out of touch with him, and casually picked up the jug hanging on the side. Chang Geng jumped up in a well-trained manner, and reached out to grab it: "It's such a cold day, don't drink cold wine!"

As soon as Gu Yun raised his hand, he threw the jug from his left hand to his right, and lightly grabbed it. His free left hand happened to catch Chang Geng who had crashed into his arms, and quickly pinched his chin and kissed him, without waiting for Chang Geng to react. When he came over to fight back, he turned around and put on his coat and said with a smile: "I'm going to visit Peking University, you can sleep by yourself at night, and read the scriptures twice before going to bed, so as not to get dizzy again."

Chang Geng: "..."

What was promised on the way!

The dignified Marquis of Anding actually broke his promise and became fat!

Although Gu Yun was teasing him, there was indeed something to do. He should have stayed in Beidaying directly, because he was really worried about Chang Geng, so he went back to the Hou Mansion first, and waited for him to come back for a meal. The current situation in the palace is probably After counting, he left home non-stop and rushed to the Beidaying - Beidaying not only commanded the outer defense of the capital, but also served as a transfer station for the emergency military situation from all over the country to the capital. He began to worry about state affairs.

It was already late autumn in the capital, and as soon as I went out, the uncontrollable smell of midwinter had already emerged, and it rushed over melancholy.The cold wind in the night took shape, and when Gu Yun went out, he was still wearing the habit of many years - only wearing unlined clothing.

But this day, Gu Yun had already got on the horse, before he went out, he suddenly felt that the wind in the pass was biting his bones, he sighed secretly, and finally turned back, hung the cold wine jug in the stable, and told Huo Dan to give it to him. He took a cloak and put it on, and left in a hurry.

During this period of time, although Gu Yun was tossed about by the mob rebellion in Jiangbei and the traitors in the capital forcing him into the palace, his contact with Cai Bing in Northern Xinjiang has not been interrupted. He didn't need to think about it to know what was going on in the northern Xinjiang area.

The blood feud between the barbarians and the Central Plains may really have to wait for a long century to pass, and the two or three generations are all dead before it can be alleviated a little.

Gu Yun had just arrived at Beidaying, and he didn't even have time to drink when he sat down, when Cai Bin's letter just happened to arrive.

The explanation in the letter is very simple, but there is a lot of information in a few words - the two armies have faced each other for so long, and each has scouts from the other side, and their people lurking in the enemy's line reported that in spring, Calais Yingzhuo seemed to be seriously ill There was a scene, and he has not been seen in public since then.

What's even more strange is that his eldest son, in the name of filial piety, has been invisible all day long, and Calais' second son has temporarily taken over all affairs.

Calais has three sons, all born to a woman, imitating the Han system, the eldest son is the eldest son, the father is seriously ill, it is not unusual for the sons to show filial piety, but the son is so filial that he ignores the business and lets the younger brother do it for him. Does it fit?

According to this description, the story of what happened to the barbarians seems to be ready to come out. The second son with both talents was unwilling to live on his brother's nose because he was born a few years later, and used some method to put Calais and the eldest son under house arrest, usurping the throne and seizing power.

The current leader of the North Camp said: "Commander, in addition to the thirteen articles, the Eighteen Tribes also agreed to send Calais' youngest son as a hostage to give us peace of mind for the next step of the peace talks. General Cai just sent the news. , the little barbarian's frame was about to enter the customs, and he handed over the document to Jingcheng, waiting for the imperial court's approval, and the general was planning to send someone to the Hou's mansion at the end, just in time for you to come."

With that said, he handed Gu Yun another note.

The northern barbarian matter involves frontier military affairs. Before delivering it to the military aircraft office, you can let the commander who holds the black iron tiger talisman look over it. I saw that the note handed over by the barbarian was indeed very sincere, and described in detail that the third prince and his entourage were all who.

The third prince is only 15 years old. It is said that he is a frail and sickly half-grown child. He is accompanied by an envoy and translator, ten male and female slaves each, and 12 escort guards. Even the ages and supervisory positions of the slaves were clear and clear, and they strictly followed the customs clearance procedures of Daliang. Gu Yun read it three times from beginning to end, and did not see any violation of the rules.

Shen Yi folded his arms and said beside him: "It seems true from this point of view. The ambitious second prince imprisoned his father and brother, and even killed his own brother and threw him as a hostage. He wants to monopolize the eighteen tribes."

"What's the benefit of monopolizing the Eighteen Tribes?" Gu Yun threw the bag aside, he sat by the tent heater for a long time, but he didn't feel warmed up, at this moment he still brought his hands close to the heat source intentionally or unintentionally, and rubbed them gently, "If they are defeated this time, the barbarians will have no power to fight back. They have nothing to eat or drink outside the pass every year, and they have to pay tribute for digging up a little purple gold. Even the daughter of the goddess and the wolf king can't be kept."

The feud between the barbarians and the Han people in the Central Plains did not last for a day or two. As early as several dynasties, the nomadic peoples in the north had the custom of going south to beat the autumn wind when they were not in good times.The north has the fierceness of all the soldiers, and the south has the backbone of famous generals. The two sides have been stalemate between going south to plunder and fighting back. No one has really conquered the other for a hundred years—until Daliang took the lead in developing steam technology.

Today, people can only get a glimpse of those years from historical materials. It was the golden age of long-armed masters. The fertile Central Plains was like a waking monster, and layers of guns and armors sprung up like mushrooms after rain. Come out, light fur, heavy armor, giant kite, flying eagle... The steam is like a tide, iron puppets are rampant in the capital, and the range of long and short cannons is almost changing with each passing day.

At the beginning, Daliang, who opened the sea and worked hard to develop guns and steel armor, was once despised by the uncivilized barbarians as "a southerner who focuses on luxury and heresy".The northern wolf king trusted his minions too much, arrogantly missed the opportunity, and failed to sit on the thick clouds rising from Ziliujin. He was forced to make a confession, and even after struggling to catch up, he failed to have his own steel armor technology. So far, the equipment has also relied on the support of Westerners.

It is impossible for the Eighteen Tribes not to pay attention to this kind of bloody lesson learned from the past. It is impossible to watch the Daliang factory spread all over the place, and the ban on the palm law is lifted. If the momentum continues to develop, if Daliang is allowed to survive the cold winter and slowly recover, perhaps the northern barbarians really have no room for survival.

"I don't dare to say what the second prince is like," Gu Yun said, "But I understand the temptation of Calais, that old man would rather die than sit and wait for death, let alone just send a son, even if he sends a relative Father, we also have to keep a hand—go and get my seal."

This night, ten or so beacon orders were issued from the Beida Camp, and the level was the same as when the foreign soldiers came to Dagu Port. All the post stations along the northwest to the capital sent additional troops as if they were facing an enemy, and the Lingshu Academy sent an additional batch. Manpower rushed to the North Defense Army garrison to inspect the situation of the fire machine and steel armor, ready to fight at any time.

Daliang ushered in the winter amidst the rain, and will soon enter a new year, but the court was very calm.

The place where King Yan holds the military plane is almost the center of the vortex. His return made the whole court secretly pay attention, but King Yan exceeded everyone's expectations.

He didn't start drastic follow-up reforms when he came back, as Fang Qin thought, but "cooked small fresh".

After returning to Beijing, King Yan changed his previous state of being overwhelmed by slumping. He stayed at home for half a month before quietly appearing at the military plane. The invisible man in front of him usually handles some daily affairs in the military aircraft department. He should write summaries, send them to the palace and send them to the palace. Besides, don't even think about him worrying about one extra thing.

Anyway, judging from the quantity and quality of the papers Li Feng received in the palace, whether or not King Yan came back basically didn't matter.

Previously, there was no sign of Yan Wang among the people who held candles until late at night in the military aircraft department. He came to stroll around during the day, and left at dusk. In the small garden, when Gu Yun was in Beijing and didn't come home, he would stroll over to plant flowers and play with birds. In less than half a month, he was stunned to teach the plague-stricken mynah who was coming from Shen's house to have a sweet mouth. Honey, boasting when you see people... It's just that the tail is bald, and the feathers let the servants make a shuttlecock and send it to the little prince to play with.

Li Feng's legs are almost able to walk, and after finishing the papers every day, he can walk around the room for a few times with the help of the servant. One day, he happened to remember that he came to the prince's study. The prince is very well-behaved. Li Feng didn't disturb him, and stood at the back door for a while with the help of the servant, but his eyes were attracted by a small decoration on the table of the prince.

I saw that it was not an ordinary clay embryo, but a metal frame with thin steam emitting from the tail. On the metal rails on both sides was an exquisite pony carriage. The track ran back and forth, surrounded by a small flower pot in the middle, the pot was still empty, and the air holes specially reserved at the bottom could be seen, probably the prince hadn't decided what to plant yet.

Li Feng walked over slowly, picked it up and looked at it carefully, the prince was taken aback, got up in a polite manner, and secretly glanced at his father, for fear of being reprimanded for "playing things and losing his mind".

Li Feng was probably in a good mood, and didn't see any annoyance. He just asked, "The Ministry of Internal Affairs increased revenue and cut expenditure. Didn't the Ministry of Internal Affairs not allow them to buy these extravagant playthings in recent years? Where did they come from?"

The prince didn't dare to show his anger, and cautiously replied: "Father, this is not bought by the Ministry of Internal Affairs, it was given to my son by the fourth uncle."

Li Feng frowned slightly: "I haven't seen Ah Min for a while, so he's busy with these things?"

The servant stepped forward and replied: "Your Majesty, didn't His Royal Highness ask for a garden with you last time? He was not busy with business recently, so he built a greenhouse in the garden, cultivated many rare flowers and plants, and studied with Ge Lingshu. There are few pots with a variety of patterns, and it is almost Chinese New Year now, and every family is willing to place flowers. Your Highness’s fresh bonsai is hard to come by—you see, there is water in this little carriage, and it will water it regularly every day. If the light is good, it will After running around like this for a few laps, there will be a small rainbow where the water drops pass.”

The prince whispered next to him: "The emperor said that he bought ordinary grass seeds and flower seeds, collected from the countryside for a penny, and put them in a pot but cut them into shape, to fool arty rich people Just right."

Li Feng: "Nonsense, it's outrageous! Last time I told him to help the prince more, did he teach the prince how to play with flowers and walk birds to fool people?"

As soon as he lowered his face, the prince became frightened and stood silently by the side.

Li Feng put down the flowerpot heavily, and asked with a straight face: "I asked you to learn the way of governing the country from King Yan. What did he teach you, let me tell you."

The prince glanced at him quickly, feeling apprehensive in his heart, but he did not dare to be negligent, and replied in a soft voice: "Return...return to the father, the four emperors teach the sons and ministers, to govern a great country does not need to spend all day and night with all your energy. , the most important thing is to make the best use of things and people. Laws and systems are the foundation of the superiors' governance. As long as a sound system and laws are established, the civil and military officials can perform their duties, and the source of treasury is stable, uh... ..."

Li Feng's eyebrows softened slightly, and hearing his son's stumbling, he couldn't help asking: "How?"

The prince bit the bullet and said: "...you can be lazy and spend the royal money once and for all."

Li Feng: "..."

The little prince pursed his lips, fearing that his father would be furious after hearing these outrageous bastard words, but after waiting for a long time, the expected scolding and punishment did not fall on him, he raised his head tremblingly, and looked at Li Feng glanced at it, but saw that the unambiguous emperor's face was calm, thought for a long time, and then sighed: "He is right, A Min sees through it better than I do."

The prince looked at him inexplicably, always feeling that his father was in a good mood that day.

Some of the not-so-sighted two hundred and five in the court thought that King Yan was silent, because Yang Ronggui lost his sacred heart in the rebellion, so he dared not take any action. Emperor Long'an, who showed up, made a fuss in court, and his protection was beyond words.

Not only that, but the next day, the iron rooster-like emperor actually made an exception and approved the Ministry of Internal Affairs to spend an amount that exceeded the limit. He took advantage of the high price and bought a bunch of exquisite and novel metal bonsai from the garden of King Yanwang and sent them to the palaces. , it can be regarded as Li Feng paid for his younger brother to cook a small stove.

The feng shui of the Military Aircraft Department was confusing for a while.

The impeachment papers prepared by Fang Qin and others were written, revised and rewritten. It was a full Chinese New Year, and there was no chance to deliver them up, which made Fang Qin involuntarily wondering—could there really be someone in the world who was ordered to hang up and leave after a crisis? Go, unambitious?

This peaceful day lasted until the 23rd of the twelfth lunar month, when the Beiman proton arrived in the capital.