The Story of Leaping from the Dragon Gate

For the tribute in the second year of Chengxing, King Tocharo was much busier than two years ago, so he didn't come by himself, and sent his cronies who had shown their face in front of the former six princes as the chief envoy.The little prince of Huihe, Guqiluo, is quite free, and he is still in charge of the mission.The two groups of people walked together again because of the old friendship they forged at the beginning.

After entering the desert, one team goes north and the other goes west.The Tocharian mission heading west had only been out for a few days before being overtaken by the Uighur mission that was supposed to go north.There are only a few confidants left beside Gu Qiluo, all of them are wounded, and they were ambushed and killed on the road.With nowhere to go in the desperate situation, he had to turn his head and flee westward, seeking help.

Tocharian has only been independent for a few years, and the survivors in the tribe are all warriors who survived by trampling on corpses and blood, and they are all extremely brave.Although the number is small, the combat power is super strong, insisting on defeating the many with the few, repelling the pursuers for the little prince of Huihe.Gu Qiluo himself fled to the border of Tocharian with the mission, but wrote a blood letter on the spot, begging the envoy of Tocharian to sneak back and send it to the emperor of Shangbang.

Song Wei received the blood letter and saw that it was written clearly. The little prince of Huihe accused his elder brother of trying to assassinate him, suspected that his parents had been murdered, and asked the emperor of Shangbang to uphold justice.

Immediately called the three princes, and held an emergency meeting to discuss.

The Duke of the Ming Dynasty was mature and prudent, and said slowly: According to the usual practice, the heirs of the tribal subjects are appointed by the previous leaders, and they can just ask the heaven to seal them.As long as the new leader expresses his attitude of surrender and keeps himself safe, the Xianxi court will not interfere in the internal affairs of the tribe, and will not intervene in internal strife.However, if the king and concubine of Huihe really died abnormally, for the sake of the stability of the neighbors, they must send people to investigate the reality as soon as possible before making a decision.

Cheng Guogong believed that the little prince of Huihe had a different identity and was related to the royal family of Shangbang.If it is true that brothers are fighting each other, there is no doubt that they are suspected of provoking my Shangbang Tianwei.The worst thing is that some people are honest on the surface, but they have planned for a long time, thinking that the new emperor is in charge of the government and has no time to care about others, and wants to take advantage of the falsehood to cause chaos.The frontier generals should be summoned immediately, and the guards should be strictly guarded. When necessary, troops should be dispatched to quell the chaos.

Seeing the emperor looking over, Yao Zigong coughed lightly, and added his opinion: If it was just the Huihe family, it would be easy to handle, but now Tocharo is also involved.If it is not handled carefully and the situation expands, the consequences will be unpredictable.

The princes of the state hadn't reached a conclusion yet, and the Minister of Honglu Temple was summoned to report the Huihe royal family's information collected in recent years.

After Song Wei listened, she made a conclusion in her heart: the matter of the Huihe brothers' Yanqiang probably has a long history.As the king of Huihe was getting older and he ascended the throne in a hurry, some people thought that the time had come, and took advantage of the opportunity of the bone begging for tribute to return, and tampered with it on the road.Although the Huihe king had many sons, only two or three were successful.Among them, the boss once followed his father to fight everywhere, and has the strongest personal strength.As for the little prince Gu Qiluo, he is quite talented and good at being a man, and his reputation is not low.As evidenced by the blood book, the envoy of Tochara personally witnessed the robbery and murder of Guqiluo, but it is not known whether the mastermind behind the scenes was the great prince of Huihe, as guessed by the person involved.It cannot be ruled out that Gu Qiluo took the opportunity to exert his strength and have other plans.

Most of the information about the Minister of Honglu Temple came from the reports of the missions when they paid tribute, and some came from businessmen.In such emergencies, it is not enough.In wartime, the border guards will actively spy on the news.However, after living a peaceful life for more than ten years, he slackened unconsciously.

Song Wei once again felt that Yao Zigong's proposal to set up a local prefectural school was very necessary.Xianxi monarchs and ministers are accustomed to the high profile of the Shangbang Dynasty, and they always wait for people to pay tribute. Over time, it will naturally cause information imbalance.Once an accident occurs, a crisis must follow.

Yu Wengao's expression was very solemn: "Since the Xianhou quelled the Ashina rebellion, I have been in trouble for ten years. Since the founding of the country, the frontier has been peaceful for so long, which can be said to be unprecedented. In the past, the king of Huihe followed the ancestor and opened up the land. Needless to say, his loyalty and bravery. Since then, Huihe and Xianxi have been married to each other, and they have always been obedient and submissive, and their rule has been considered stable. Up to now, it has been nearly a hundred years."

The eldest grandson Ruchu was the oldest present, a veteran from the time of Emperor Taizong. He frowned when he heard this: "The Tibetans are aggressive, and they like to be brave than ruthless. These years, they have been fighting a lot, and they were all suppressed by the late emperor." .If Huihe and Tocharo start, I'm afraid..."

Hearing Ming Guogong's speculation, Song Wei suddenly remembered the gang fight that caused him to be sued by time travel at the beginning, something so big that it almost got out of hand.He grew up in Fanfang, and instantly understood the concerns of his eldest grandson Ruchu.Under the threat of Xianxi, the various tribes in the northwest have lived in peace for so many years, and they are probably all suffocated, and they are already ready to move.Once the infighting among the Huihe princes becomes clear, plus a Tocharo who is already standing in line, no one can predict whether the battle will quickly start a blazing fire and turn into a large-scale melee.

Don't look at the honesty during the tribute, if you don't handle it well, this group of wolf-like guys might take the opportunity to turn around, break into the door, and grab the house.

At first, I thought that Gu Qiluo would put on airs and make a bloody plea for help——Prince Cochin's life was hanging by a thread back then, and no one had seen such a trick.Thinking through the consequences at this moment, Song Wei held the blood book, suddenly feeling that it weighed a thousand ounces.

Taking a deep breath: "In any case, immediately notify the north and west to prepare."

Yao Zigong immediately drafted the imperial decree, and the Ministry of War sent an urgent order to Zhaohou Li Cong and Weihou Du Mu, ordering them to send people to contact Huihe King and Tucharuo King, and at the same time strengthen their guard on the border, just in case.

Because of this trouble, Song Wei didn't feel in the mood to celebrate the New Year at all.Several related core departments did not dare to enlarge the fake, and kept people on duty for twelve hours in order to keep the information unobstructed.

On the fifth day of the first lunar month, Song Wei was talking to the chief chef about the new requirements for the fillings of Yanyuejiaoer (the so-called dumplings in later generations), when he was interrupted by the Northwest emergency military report sent by the Ministry of War.It turned out that the impetuous little prince of Huihe and the king of Tocharo rushed out troops without waiting for the emperor's order to arrive, and directly fought against the eldest prince of Huihe.

"I'll go! Mother, these bastards who are afraid of chaos in the world!" Song Wei threw the general newspaper on the imperial case.

The Minister of the Ministry of War hurriedly said: "Your Majesty, please calm down. Now that the spring is cold and the road is blocked by ice and snow, the king of Tocharo can sneak up on the trail with a brave spirit, but it is impossible to do it again. Therefore, the two sides are still in a stalemate. The real war can only start after a month. During this period, we can deploy troops and generals..."

Song Wei raised his eyes: "Send troops and generals? If the roads are blocked by ice and snow, Huihe and Tocharo can't do anything, so where can our people be dispatched? Or is it that you, the Minister of the Ministry of War, have the power to move and scatter beans into soldiers?" ability?"

The Minister of the Ministry of War was only eager to appease the emperor, he knew that even if the news of Tocharo's surprise attack on Huihe was reported, it was the scouts who worked hard to find out the exact news.For today's plan, it can only be wasted.After being glanced across by the emperor, he was immediately at a loss for words.My heart couldn't help tightening, although the emperor was young, he obviously couldn't be fooled.

Song Wei originally wanted to call the Sangong to discuss immediately, but on second thought, the New Year's Eve, the weather is not good, and the eldest grandson Ruchu is very old, so he was in a hurry to get people into the palace, so it might not be possible to tell the result quickly , too much trouble.It's better to think about it yourself first.After asking a few more questions, he sent the person away.

Minister of the Ministry of War saw the emperor's face sinking like water, standing steadily, showing no signs of impatience. If the ravaged military newspaper on the imperial case was not still holding the corpse, he would have suspected that the scolding and throwing things before was an illusion.He retreated anxiously, comforting himself in his heart: Your Majesty is becoming more and more stable, and it is the blessing of the subjects, the blessing of the subjects.

Song Wei led Qingyun and Landi into the queen's bedroom.After some discussion, Dugu Ying looked at Song Wei and said, "Daddy should be the one who knows everything about the northwest, I don't know..."

Song Wei's expression remained unchanged, and he nodded: "I have sent a letter to Marquis Xian, and there should be an answer in a few days."

Coming out of the queen's bedroom, Song Wei felt that her mind was much clearer, thinking about whether to call San Gong into the palace immediately, when she suddenly heard Qing Yun say: "Your Majesty."

Song Wei looked up: "Huh? What's the matter?"

Ever since the first emperor passed away, Qingyun didn't take much care of his affairs, he only followed Song Wei in and out, and his function was similar to the supervisory consultant of the internal servant team.

Qingyun looked at him, and said slowly: "The internal servants and foreign ministers all have the responsibility to speak up. I have a word, and I want to report it to Your Majesty."

Qing Yun has always been reticent to him, suddenly he was so serious, Song Wei also became serious: "I'm listening, you tell me."

"It's the so-called monarch and minister assistant. Whether it's a prince or a military lord, including the empress, all of them are ministers of your majesty. They are responsible for assisting, and they can only assume the responsibility of assisting. Daily government affairs have their own laws to follow. There are precedents to follow. However, the matter of warfare and the troubles of Rong and Di are related to the rise and fall of the country, and in the end, only Your Majesty can be the master. Only Your Majesty is the king of Xianxi, the master of the country. I hope Your Majesty...Keep it in mind."

Song Wei was stunned.It was as if a pot of porridge was boiled in an instant in my mind, and the hot juice splashed out, scalding my whole body from head to toe to peel off a layer of skin.

It took him a while to stabilize his mind, and put his hands on the white jade railing of the corridor.The cold air penetrated directly into the bones through the flesh, Song Wei calmed down, and smiled at Qingyun: "Thank you, Manager."

Qingyun saluted him back: "Your Majesty speaks seriously."

Ever since he got Gu Qiluo's blood book, Song Wei pretended to be calm on the surface, but he was always very irritable in his heart.This irritability has accumulated for many days, almost completely breaking the previous smooth and proud state.

He sent the message to Dugu the next day, while suppressing the increasingly intense irritability, while eagerly waiting for a reply.He even subconsciously wondered more than once whether Dugu Mian would put aside the southeast affairs for the time being and return to Beijing.

At this moment, he was awakened by Qingyun's few words, and suddenly he was enlightened, and he saw clearly the crux of his problem.The most important reason for the smooth operation of the imperial court in the past two years is that no major unexpected events happened.In the normal range, as long as the emperor himself does not mess around, the possibility of making mistakes is very small, and the risk is relatively low, so there is an illusion of smooth sailing.And now, unexpectedly.This accident, no matter how other people make plans, you will need yourself as a monarch to ultimately determine the fate of countless people, as well as the survival of the country.

It's not that he hasn't been the master.He used to be ignorant and fearless, commanded suavely, and killed decisively, but all of them ended in dismal.

The older the rivers and lakes, the less courageous they are.No wonder, getting more irritable every day.

Song Wei let out a breath, and the distress in her chest dissipated a lot. At the same time, her back seemed to be pressed against a mountain, and she could hardly lift her neck.

Stretching out his hand to rub the back of his neck, he turned his head to Lan Di and said, "I want the three fresh stuffed rice dumplings, have you finished it yet?"

On the eighth day of the first lunar month, the envoy of Xianhou arrived in Beijing.Song Wei looked at the dozen or so big men kneeling down in unison on the ground, and was so shocked that she didn't speak for a long time.Finally, I asked Cai You, the leader, "Did he send you all back?"

"Reporting to Your Majesty, the guards of Marquis Xianxian, all Jingping who followed Lord Hou 14 years ago, except Mouping and Qin Xian, are all here."

That is to say, Dugu Mian sent back all the personal guards he brought out from the northwest.These people have all fought in the northwest battlefield, and any one of them is enough to stand alone.

"Then how many are still following him now?"

Cai You said: "Don't worry, Your Majesty, Lord Hou has selected another group of sailors from the southeast."

It has been more than two years, and with the ability of Xianhou, he must have firmly subdued the navy.However, those in front of him are all loyal and brave men who have followed him for more than ten years, like his left arm and right arm.

Song Wei didn't know any of these people.Looking over slowly, he finally asked knowingly, "What did he ask you to come back for?"

"Hou Ye said, we are no longer the personal guards of the Marquis of Xian, but warriors of Xianxi. If we need anything in the frontier, we can send it to His Majesty." Cai You took out a roll of silk from his bosom, "This is a memorial from the Hou Ye to His Majesty." , and there is another letter to Mu Ping, Your Majesty, please have a look." Then he presented it to the emperor with both hands.

The silk and silk were spread out, unexpectedly filling the entire imperial case, densely packed with words.Song Wei let out a "huh" and pinched it, obviously not the usual material for writing memorials: "What kind of thing is this?"

Cai You had no choice but to confess: "Don't dare to hide your majesty. Lord Hou planned to go to Beijing with his ministers. Halfway through the journey, he suddenly decided to return. He temporarily cut the curtain in the bedroom of the post station and wrote this memorial."

The south of the Yangtze River is rich and prosperous, and the rooms of the official post to entertain the big shots are elegantly furnished. The curtains are made of high-quality gauze, which is light, thin and dense.

Song Wei stared at the table for an unknown amount of time without reading a single word.Fingers rubbed unconsciously, the gauze was very slippery, suddenly slipped off the edge of the table, fell into his arms, and piled up into a soft and graceful ball.

"You mean...he planned to go back to Beijing with you, but when he got halfway, he suddenly turned back?"

"Yes. I waited day and night, ran five hundred miles, and temporarily rested at the official post. Lord Hou suddenly changed his mind, spent half the night writing the memorial letter, and left for Guangling before dawn." Cai You didn't quite understand. Figured out what my Lord Hou meant. Since the emperor asked, Lord Hou couldn't mention it without explaining, so he told the truth.

Song Wei was stunned for a while, and unfolded the pile of silk again.Dugu Mian's letter to Mu Ping is only about a square foot long, not even a corner of the memorial, so I took it to read it first.The content is very succinct, expecting him to accept the emperor's order, lead the guards of the original Marquis's mansion to the northwest to assist Weihou, and mention some points for attention.

Mu Ping is smarter and more ambitious than Qin Xian, so he is suitable to be sent to the frontier to make contributions.

Song Wei once again looked at the group of big men kneeling on the ground, but seeing everyone's expressions were excited, their postures were eager to try, and they looked like they were afraid that there would be no battle and no credit for it, so they couldn't help laughing.

Feeling full of pride in his heart, but he wanted to put on airs, and said gently: "Soldiers are also murder weapons. A saint is only a teacher of benevolence and righteousness. I will encourage you all."

The men shouted in unison: "The sage is only a teacher of benevolence and righteousness, he will go through fire and water, and he will die!"

That night, Song Wei lay on the dragon bed, spread out Dugu's memorial, and read it carefully again.There are thousands of words in it, and it took me two hours to read it.Xianhou's views on the situation in the Northwest, he knew everything, and he said everything, and he didn't have a half sentence off topic.Thinking of him walking halfway and deciding to return, and tearing up the gauze curtain on the bed to write a memorial in the middle of the night, Song Wei suddenly felt a little pain in her heart, a little blockage, and a little numbness.After a while, this feeling spread like fire, like being bitten by some poisonous mosquito.

It was time to go to bed long ago, how can I still sleep now.Looking at the top of the bed curtain and sighing, Song Wei stretched out her hand silently, and held her little brother who was standing alone and was inseparable from each other.I am very busy on weekdays, coupled with the uninterrupted horse racing and archery, there is really not much time to work on Wuzhijun.The feeling came very quickly, and it only flashed in my mind, and when I opened my eyes again, a large area of ​​the silk gauze covered with sharp handwriting was already sprayed wet.

The fire in the body has not been extinguished.After rubbing for a long time, it was always as if a handful of firewood was missing, and it was warm and hot, and the burning was not pleasant.

Song Wei gave up, turned over and lay down on the other side.While yawning, he rolled the gauze memorial under the pillow.Xin said that this size is just right for a scarf, but it's a pity that I can't wear it out.