Sha Po Lang

That was probably the most unforgettable pain in his life. When Gu Yun said this, he didn't want to talk about it any more, but it might be that those words had been stored in his heart for many years, and he couldn't hold back for a while.

"Northern Xinjiang is really hard. Just after the war, there are wounded soldiers everywhere. Every day, the sun sets in the yellow sand, and even the princess can't drink a sip of hot tea under the tent. How can I be happy as a young master in the capital? At first, I was clamoring to go back. Well, the old Hou Ye quit and was annoyed by me, so he took me to the army room. Every day when the soldiers of the Black Iron Battalion train their troops, I have to accompany them to practice martial arts. hit me in the face."

Old Hou Ye had guessed his son's dog temper, tame to tame, squeamish to squeamish, but in front of everyone, even if this little thing is not as tall as other people's thighs, he will never lose his face by crying.

Chang Geng leaned on him, resting his chin on Gu Yun's shoulder, leaning against his ear and said, "If I were born 20 years earlier, I would pick you up and steal you away, and put you in a beautiful bush to raise you up."

Gu Yun imagined the scene for a while, and was so numb by him that he was speechless, unable to laugh or cry.

In fact, when I think about it carefully, many of the family of Zhongming Dingshi have declined since three generations, and a child like Gu Yun is an only child. He might be so stubborn, but he had to have such a heartless father as the old Hou Ye, so that he could be punished by such vicious hands, so that Xuantieying would not have no successors.

It's just that no one thought that the price of becoming a talent is too high.

"Uncle Wang said that your temperament has changed since you came back from Northern Xinjiang. You don't like to see people, and you don't care about anyone." Chang Geng paused, took his hand and wrote, "Do you hate the late emperor?"

Gu Yun paused, and subconsciously wanted to touch the flagon on his waist, but when he stretched out his hand, he remembered that he had already decided to quit drinking, and the flagon was no longer on his body.

Gu Yun pursed his lips: "I don't hate... pour me a cup of tea."

Chang Geng almost thought he had heard wrong.

The siege of the capital had just been lifted, and Gu Yun was so injured that he couldn't even get up, but he still asked for a drink without hesitation. Why did he go to the Western Regions and fight a battle, so he knew how to maintain his health?

Although Chang Geng had been complaining about this alcoholic all the time, but when he saw his sudden change of temper, his heart "thumped", he was surprised instead of happy.He got up and brewed a cup of spring tea for Gu Yun, and once again became suspicious and worried, he put his arms around his wrist calmly, hating himself for not being good at learning and not being able to make a name for himself.

Although it is inconvenient for eyes and ears, Gu Yun still sensed his nervousness, and immediately reacted, realizing that he was showing his feet—Chang Geng is too sensitive, if a person keeps doing bad things all the time, it's better to just go bad, and the people who are following him to clean up are already gone. Get used to it, but his sudden sex change without warning will make people feel at a loss.

So Gu Yun drank the tea as if nothing had happened, and licked his lips: "I don't know where the flagon is. Is there any more self-brewed wine that Mr. Shen sent last time?"

This sentence sounded more like Gu Yun's style. After talking for a long time, he was thirsty just now. Chang Geng was a little relieved, and refused: "No, let's drink tea."

Gu Yun half-truthfully gave a "tsk", and then something was sent to his mouth, and a sticky, sweet and greasy smell of glutinous rice penetrated his nose, Gu Yun leaned back: "What? I don't want... …Well……"

Chang Geng put it in his mouth and fed it to him.

Gu Yun frowned, he didn't like sweets by nature, he was choked up by Chang Geng and that piece of tea, but he didn't spit it out, just like the egg noodles with half an eggshell many years ago, he ate it whole. From the overly sweet bean paste filling, there is a bit of overly sweet bitterness.

He suddenly felt a little uneasy, feeling that Chang Geng's greasy energy was abnormal, just now he heard that when he didn't drink alcohol, the suddenly tense suspicious energy was also abnormal——

The extreme grief and joy often cannot last for a long time because they are too exhausting, usually only for a short while, and then either turn into numbness and chaos, or the parties themselves divert their attention to dilute these emotions and instinctively protect themselves.

Gu Yun said seriously: "Chang Geng, give me the glazed mirror."

"No," Chang Geng encircled him from his side in a gesture similar to confinement, and asked persistently, "Why don't you hate?"

His last question was both eager and indifferent, eager to break through the casserole and ask to the end to get an answer of "hate" or "no hate", as if Gu Yun only needs to admit a "hate", he will take some action.

The indifference is that he seems to have forgotten that the "Xiandi" in his mouth is his own father, and he mentions it casually, as casually as he mentions cats and dogs on the side of the road.

Gu Yun's heart sank slightly, he was silent for a while, and asked back, "What about you? Do you still hate Hugel now?"

Chang Geng didn't expect him to throw the words back again, and blinked in surprise - if Gu Yun could see clearly at this time, he would find that his eyes were no longer red, but his pupils still had double shadows.

Chang Geng replied grandly: "If she was still in front of me, I would have skinned her and cramped her, but she is already dead and there is no place to bury her. Even if I tried to dig her out and whip her corpse, there would be nowhere to find her. No matter how much I hate her There is no way to dispel it, but it will speed up the poison as she wants, right?"

This is by no means his sincere words, no matter how big the heart is or how deaf Gu Yun is, he can still hear it.

Just as Gu Yun was about to speak, he suddenly felt a shock from the person leaning on him—it was the shock of being suddenly interrupted while concentrating on it.

A gust of wind blew behind him, as if someone had knocked on the door of the study.

Gu Yun turned his head and asked, "Uncle Wang or Lao Huo?"

The old butler at the door raised his voice and shouted: "Master Hou, it's me, someone from Lingshu Academy is here to find His Royal Highness King Yan!"

Chang Geng's double pupils shrank back quickly. At first glance, he seemed to be stimulated by a strong light. He subconsciously let go of Gu Yun, showing a little restraint of "do not touch evil" as usual, half of the restraint, Thinking of something again, a dazed look flashed across his face.

Gu Yun pretended not to notice: "Go get busy first, I haven't had a serious meal for several days, so I went to find something to eat, and you stuffed me with something just now... I choked so hard that my stomach regurgitated. water."

Chang Geng was taken aback for a moment, then slapped himself on the forehead, and rubbed the center of his brows in annoyance: "I... that... I really..."

He stood up suddenly, and said hastily: "I'll ask the kitchen to make you something easy to digest."

Uncle Wang hurriedly said: "Yes, this old slave will go now."

Chang Geng walked to the door of the study in one breath, remembered something again, touched his body, took out Gu Yun's glass mirror from his arms, turned back and returned it to him, the metal chain and outer frame were warmed by him .Chang Geng wiped the lens carefully, placed it on the bridge of Gu Yun's nose, his eyes lingered on his face for a long time, and suddenly said in a low voice: "Zi Xi, I feel like I am dreaming."

Gu Yun was tossed about by him all afternoon, and he was very angry when he heard this, and wanted to say "slap you to see if it hurts" to him.

Unexpectedly, before he had time to say it, Chang Geng paused slightly, stood up straight and went back, with a self-deprecating smile and said: "I've never had such a good dream when I grow up, it's fine if I don't wake up."

Gu Yun: "..."

As soon as he was normal, Gu Yun immediately couldn't bear to be harsh again. He felt that if he did it a few more times, he would have to follow the gods, so he could only show a calm and steady look, and waved his hand to send him off.

In the early summer of the eighth year of Long'an, although Marshal Gu has been committing the Tai Sui, Daliang's national fortunes seem to be slowly recovering after falling to the bottom, like after a long winter, there are fragments of buds emerging under the endless white snow Branches come.

In the summer, the Marquis of An Ding quickly slashed the chaos and quelled the rebellion of the Western vassal states, signed the "Silk Road New Treaty", and Xuantieying escorted Ziliujin, a tribute from the Western Regions, to Beijing.

At this point, under the besieged situation on all sides, Daliang finally made an opening.

Just as Shen Yi and the others arrived, another good news came from the Lingshu Academy.

Gu Yun's original big iron bow, which had never been popularized in the army, finally made a new breakthrough. Ge Chen, a rising star from a butcher, was indeed a genius. He designed a brand-new gold box, which was extremely light and could hold In the bow and arrow, perfection is controlled by manpower.

The weight of the bowstrings of the iron bows that could not be pulled apart by non-peerless masters has been reduced by more than half, and the white rainbow iron arrows can be easily shot by human hands with extremely high accuracy. When the scale is rushed out, Baihong will disappear from the Daliang Army, and the iron arrow can be added with a lighter system. After the special iron arrow is shot, it can accelerate twice in the air, and even explode in the enemy's formation, which is extremely powerful .

At the end of June, under the circumstance that Xuantieying was stalking like a tiger and Western domestic conflicts gradually became prominent, the war situation between the north and the south calmed down briefly at the same time. , especially the refugees who were exiled in various places during the war.

But how to rest and settle down?

It is absolutely impossible to re-arrange the land for these refugees, and the Qingtian master is not so high-spirited, and he will give up his own land to others.

The Military Aircraft Department organized several court meetings to call a group of ministers to discuss, but they still did not discuss the reason. They only collected a bunch of bad ideas, such as organizing refugees to open up wasteland, and so on. Emperor Long'an furiously accused a group of courtiers of eating a corpse in front of the court: " Why don't you say that the refugees are collected and exiled to the East China Sea to emulate Jingwei?"

Suddenly, Prince Yan of the Military Aircraft Department took the lead in silence and did not express his opinion. Officials from the six ministries and various localities made excuses for each other, and quarreled in court. They wrote to the imperial court, claiming that they were willing to follow the example of Westerners, set up private factories in various places, and gather refugees from all over the world for production.

In this way, not much land is needed. At that time, Chang Geng arranged for the confiscated land by corrupt officials who were not good for refugees along the canal to be sufficient. They also planned to call up a group of folk long-armed masters based on the puppet cultivation in the south of the Yangtze River. A series of civilian lighters were transformed.

With the issuance of the second batch of beacon tickets, an undercurrent of power in the court gradually gathered. When they were dormant, they seemed to be completely out of faction at first glance, but now they started to promote this matter secretly. : To remonstrate with Emperor Long’an, to give some concession rights to these private volunteers who first stood up to carry the beacon ticket, for example, they can directly write to the military aircraft department, and ask the emperor for special approval, and then allow them to purchase it every year under the condition of guaranteeing military use. A certain amount of Ziliujin.

This note was first submitted by the Ministry of Industry. Meng Jue, Minister of the Ministry of Industry, was a poor scholar from the Imperial Academy. The note said: This is a plan that kills three birds with one stone. It not only solves the riots of refugees everywhere, but also shows that the imperial court will not Treat meritorious people badly, and the silver taels sold to these wealthy businessmen at high prices can also be used for additional military supplies and war preparations.

This stone stirred up thousands of waves. This time, someone from the hairpin family with a keen sense of smell finally came to his senses.

Gu Yun, who hadn't been to the court for a long time, was fortunate enough to listen to the grand scene of the grand court meeting. He was dumbfounded when he heard it, and felt that this place was more dangerous than the front-line positions where there were open swords and hidden arrows.

A memorandum of thirteen rich merchants, the backlog of contradictions between the gentry and the up-and-coming stars of the poor family suddenly intensified. At this time, people with long brains have already discovered the black-box transactions colluded by the government and businessmen, and those with a keen sense of smell have already noticed this emerging trend. The irresistible future will shake the foundation of the gentry, and a sense of crisis is quietly emerging.

In court, the pro-business faction accused the aristocratic family of "forming a party for selfish interests, harming the country and the people", "standing up and talking without pain", and what's more, pointing at the other party's nose in a rage and scolding "you have an idea, how about letting the refugees settle in the expensive house".

Several big aristocratic families argued with blushing necks, "How can merchants enter the elegant hall", "How can the important weapon of the Ziliu Jin Kingdom flow into private hands", and finally simply "I don't know how many adults accepted bribes. The bearer wears a pair of trousers."

Then a row of generals looked at each other under the silence of An Ding Hou, watched from the sidelines together, and finally ran out from the military plane to make a sentence with each other.

Gu Yun raised his head and glanced at Emperor Long'an, and felt that Li Feng was really old. He was only in his thirties, and his hair was already blooming all over his head. For a moment, Gu Yun suddenly thought: "If the city general When he was broken, he was nailed to death on the red-headed kite with a arrow, isn't it a good thing for him?"

Li Feng seemed to have sensed something, and just raised his head to meet Gu Yun's gaze.

After the imperial court was over that day, Gu Yun was left in the palace. The two had a falling out before the battle, and then they fought non-stop everywhere, with almost no chance to get along with each other in private. This time, they chatted again in the place where they grew up Gossiping, almost seems like a world away, Li Feng left Gu Yun on impulse, and walked in the imperial garden together, only to find that he had nothing to say, it was really embarrassing.

At this time, the prince passed by after school and came to say hello and salute.

Li Feng was not very obsessed with the harem, heirs were not abundant, the crown prince had just turned eight years old and hadn't started to grow, he was childish, he was a little cautious when he saw Li Feng, he went up to greet Li Feng politely and said: "Royal father."

Then he glanced at Gu Yun cautiously, wanting to start a conversation, but he didn't know who this person was.

Gu Yun smiled at him: "Minister Gu Yun, see His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The prince was taken aback. Little boys love to hear stories about great heroes. Seeing a real person at this time, on the one hand, he was very excited. : "Gu, General Gu! No... that... Uncle Huang, no, there is no need to be polite. Gu... I have also learned the characters of Uncle Huang."

Gu Yun's expression was a bit strange: "...Your Highness is too polite."

The three words "Huang Shu Gong" gave him a knowing blow, making him feel like he had grown a two-foot-long beard.

That day Li Feng waved back, leaving only the prince with him. No one knew what he and Gu Yun had talked about. The palace people only knew that the little prince seemed to have a good affinity with Marquis Anding, and kept pestering him and refused to leave. Falling asleep on Gu Yun's shoulder was sent back to the East Palace by Marquis An Ding himself.

Before leaving, Emperor Long'an specifically told Gu Yun that if he had time, he would visit the palace often and give advice to the crown prince.

Before the emperor had a falling out with Marquis Anding, the matter of military and political separation seemed to be just a ripple that was deliberately forgotten.

At this time, Jiang Chong rushed to the elegant room of the Wangnan Building, took out a secret letter from his sleeve and handed it to Chang Geng: "My lord, take a look at this, our foundation in the court is not stable, this time it may be a little too hasty gone."

It was a rubbing copy of the memorial, and Jiang Chong said in a low voice: "It came out of the big family. After the court, several big families jointly handed the copy to the emperor through Uncle Wang Guo. I am afraid it has been planned for a long time."

Chang Geng took it over without changing his expression: "Uncle Wang Guo? Has he wiped his own butt clean? During this period of time, there have been many wars, and General Tan died in the capital. Do you feel that no one will hold him accountable?"

Jiang Chong lowered his voice: "My lord, Uncle Wang Guo belongs to the Empress Dowager's mother's family. As long as he does not rebel, the emperor will not touch him... Besides, who dared to mention that matter back then? If this is the reason to bring down Uncle Wang Guo , Could it be that the first emperor won the reputation of being a fool who was deceived by a little woman and a demon girl, and killed the loyal and good? The son does not speak of the father's fault, and the emperor can't do Wang Bao because of this matter."

Chang Geng looked expressionless, scanned the rubbings at a glance, and suddenly let out a "Huh".

Jiang Chong: "What?"

Chang Geng: "This thing doesn't look like what Wang Bao's wine bag and rice bag came up with. Whose handwriting is it?"

Jiang Chong: "Oh, this person has a very close relationship with the prince. Didn't the Fang family intend to marry the prince at the beginning? The person who caught the knife behind this is Miss Fang's uncle, Fang Qin, the Minister of the Household Department. In the 18th year of Yuanhe, the number one scholar hand-picked by the late emperor, the only one in the previous dynasty who won three consecutive yuan, he was famous since he was a child."

Since Fang Qin took over the household department, his affairs have been organized in an orderly manner, and he has cooperated properly with the military aircraft department. He has never been delayed, and he can be called a capable minister.It's a pity that the ass decides the head. He was born in the Fang family, representing the Fang family, and he is destined to be a stumbling block for outstanding talent.

"A teacher in the half court, the limelight is indistinguishable." Chang Geng tapped lightly on the table, "In the old days, the swallows in front of Wang Xietang should also fly to the homes of ordinary people."

Jiang Chong heard the murderous intent in his words, and his heart skipped a beat.