Biganchun

In the second year of Qingli, Mid-Autumn Festival.

The yellow leaves know the time, fall slowly with the wind, and shake the shadow of the moon in the courtyard.

Sitting on the porch, Di Qing raised the sheepskin wine bag in his hand and took a sip slowly.

The strong wine enters the throat, and a pungent streak passes through the heart. I don't feel intoxicated in my heart, but seem to be more sober.

Zhan Zhao sat beside him, holding a wine bag in his hand.He hung his crimson robe over the stone steps below him, silently, looking up at the trees, mountains and rocks in the courtyard.

Di Qing raised his head and gazed at the night sky: "It has been nearly eighteen months since we left Yanzhou with Mr. Fan last March, first went to Yaozhou, and then came to Qingzhou. Before I knew it, it was the autumn festival again."

Zhan Zhao said quietly: "You are always leading troops, you are full of plans, how busy you are. Only tonight, when most of the soldiers from the battalion are drinking in the Chinese army, can you take a break and rest for a while."

Di Qing said: "Fortunately, the situation has stabilized in the past few years on the frontline of the Huanqing Festival. Mr. Fan is very skilled in governing affairs. No wonder he got the nickname of 'Laozi Longtu' among the Qiang people."

Zhan Zhao smiled slightly: "That's right. Master Fan's agreement to govern the Qiang is really similar to what Master Zhong did in Qingjian City back then."

Regarding the matter of 谩书, the government finally issued a decree at the end of March in the first year of Qingli, demoting Fan Zhongyan to the original Cao Yuanwailang, and relegating him to the prefect of Yaozhou.But only one month later, he moved to Gyeongju again, and was appointed as the envoy of Huanqing Road to appease and recruit.From then on, Fan Zhongyan led Di Qingzhanzhao's generals to take charge of important military and political affairs on Huanqing Road.

Huanqing Road has always been a place where many Qiang tribes live together. Yuan Hao takes advantage of the personal grievances of the various tribes of the Western Qiang to instigate disputes among the tribes.Fan Zhongyan learned that he rewarded the Qiang with imperial edicts, read their men and horses, and established a treaty: "If you hate yourself and break the peace, and report it privately or hurt others, you will be punished with a hundred sheep and two horses; those who have killed themselves will be beheaded. Liabilities and lawsuits, It is reasonable to listen to the officials, and those who often tie ordinary people will be fined fifty sheep and one horse. Thieves and horses enter the boundary, but if they do not go to follow their own clan, each household will be fined two sheep, and the leader will be held hostage. Thieves, old and young. To protect the stronghold, the officials will provide food; if they do not enter the stronghold, they will lead the family to punish the two sheep; if the whole family does not come, the leader will be held hostage." Under the treaty, people's hearts were peaceful, and all Qiang were ordered, and from then on they were used by the Han army.

Di Qing sighed softly: "Tonight's Mid-Autumn Festival, you and I are both homeless people, and we are destined to drink together in court. Zhan Xiongfei, I respect you."

Zhan Zhao smiled faintly, raised his hand to touch the wine bag in Di Qing's hand, and took a sip on his back.

The footsteps outside the corridor started lightly, and a slender figure appeared in a flash.She was clothed in a bun and her face was as plain as water. She bent down and gently placed the lacquer plate in her hand between Di Qing and Zhan Zhao.

She stood up, and the cinnabar between her brows was as bright as agate under the moonlight: "Drinking alcohol on an empty stomach is the most likely to hurt your stomach. The slaves brought some warm wine and vegetables. Please use, two adults."

Since Di Qing moved to Qingzhou, Nalan accompanied him here.She is on duty in the pigeon loft during the day, and she still lives with Di Qing at night.

Di Qing raised her head, regretting in her heart, wondering if she heard what she just said.He looked at Nalan, and said calmly: "A few days ago, the Persians came to the city, and I ordered them to send you the rouge from the Western Regions that they brought this time. I have been busy these days, and I forgot to ask you, can you take it?" arrive?"

Nalan glanced at Zhan Zhao, his face was blushing, he bit his lips and said nothing, just nodded slightly to Di Qing.

Di Qing glanced at her, and said in a low voice, "Master Zhan and I have to sit for a while, you go to bed first."

Nalan bowed his knees to the two of them and left quietly.

Turning around, Di Qing saw that Zhan Zhao seemed to be in deep thought, and gave a wry smile, "I never wanted to hide anything from you about the matter between me and her. I, Di Hanchen, have such a temperament. If you want to laugh, just laugh." .”

Zhan Zhao shook his head: "I'm so affectionate, I'm so envious, how could I laugh at you?"

Seeing Zhan Zhao's gloomy expression, Di Qing frowned and said, "I really don't understand. Since you miss her so much, why don't you go see her? She is in Saimenzhai right now, only four hundred miles away from here. If you If you want to see her, you just need to tell Master Fan to ask for two days of free time and gallop away. If someone in the Uighur army prevents you from seeing her, talk to them about it, no matter what words or swords. It's clear. You have everything in your husband's heart, so why are you always looking forward and backward and hesitating to her like this?"

Zhan Zhao slowly said: "There is a dilemma between her going and staying. If I go to see her, I may be able to relieve the pain in my heart, but in the end, it will only make her more troubled. She has experienced enough hardships in half her life , if I can't put myself in her shoes, then I will betray her affection for me."

Di Qing sighed: "But have you ever thought that maybe deep down in her heart she also longed for you to see her? Don't forget, when she was parting, Hongying unloaded her armor and paid her back to you. When she left that morning, she cried Her face was covered with sadness, even when I saw her, I couldn't help but feel sorry for her."

Zhan Zhao felt a deep pain in his heart, and for a moment he choked his throat.

When she woke up that day, the quilt was covered with cold, and the pillow was alone, only a ray of tranquility remained, just like her tenderness in the long night.

He whispered: "One day, she will have to make a decision on this matter. Before that, I will wait for her here. Maybe she will show up in front of me at some point."

Di Qing shook his head and said, "She left without warning that day, probably already made a decision in her heart. How long are you going to wait for doing nothing like this?"

Zhan Zhao took a deep breath and said word by word: "If she doesn't come back for a day, I'll wait for her for a day. If she doesn't come back for ten years, I'll wait for her for ten years."

Di Qing sighed heavily, shook his head and remained silent.But someone outside the court sighed: "It's been ten years without regrets! The love is so deep, and I am not afraid of Pengshan."

Both Zhan Zhao and Di Qing were shocked.The two stood up, only to see Fan Zhongyan and Fan He strolling into the courtyard.

Fan Zhongyan smiled at them: "Tonight is a festive season, and you two young people will have a long night of drinking here. Although the old man has given up drinking, he still wants to join in the fun."

Zhan Zhao and Di Qing quickly saluted him.Zhan Zhao took a step forward, and said to Fan Zhongyan, "Your Excellency, you haven't rested so late, what's the matter?"

Fan Zhongyan nodded and said: "Chunyou just sent the news that the construction of Dashun City has been completed, and the army will be stationed in a few days."

As soon as these words came out, Zhan Zhao and Di Qing looked at each other, both excited.

After the Battle of Haoshuichuan, Fan Zhongyan presented the two strategies of offense and defense to the officials, in which he explained the way of offense and defense in detail.When using attack, it is better to choose where it is close and the army is not in danger; when using defense, it is necessary to choose what is far away and the people's strength is not lacking.The trend in the northwest should be based on defense and at the same time attack.The officials took it seriously, and ordered Fan Zhongyan to implement it together, building more fortresses in the northwest, and guarding them in chains.

Mapu Village, [-] miles northwest of Gyeongju, guards the throat of Houqiaochuan, and penetrates deep into the Xia army's defense line. It has always been a battleground for Song and Xia.Fan Zhongyan secretly dispatched Fan Chunyou and his general Zhao Ming to lead troops to build a new city at the right time, but within ten days, the city wall took shape.Knowing this, Yuan Hao was furious and sent [-] Tiandu troops to fight to capture the city.Fan Chunyou had been on guard for a long time and could not hold on.Xia Jun repeated his old tricks and pretended to retreat, but Fan Chunyou remained unmoved.Xia Jun had no choice but to withdraw his troops.Fan Chunyou and others continued to raise soldiers and horses and build cities.When the officials heard about this, they were delighted and bestowed the word "Dashun" as the name of the new city.

Fan Zhongyan stroked his beard and said, "Xiong Fei, for the sake of Dashun City, you have been running back and forth between Gyeongju and Qingzhou these days, it is really difficult for you."

Zhan Zhao replied: "This is my responsibility, why did your lord say that? I have prepared the topographic map between Dashun City and Gyeongju, so I will go to the room and fetch it for your lord to read."

Fan Zhongyan nodded and said, "Fan He and I will go with you."

Zhan Zhao nodded to Di Qing, and then led Fan Zhongyan and Fan He down the corridor to the backyard.He walked to the door of his room, opened the door and entered, lit the desk lamp, turned around and let Fan Zhongyan and Fan He into the room.

Fan Zhongyan stepped into the room, and saw a simple room, except for the couch, there was a long table on the side of the wall, on which the seven strings were solemn, it was the jade pot ice guqin.

Fan Zhongyan walked to the front of the case, recalling that Zhao Zhen bestowed this Guqin from Bianjing Yao to Qingcheng in Yanzhou City, and it has been two years since then.He was feeling silently, but he caught a glimpse of a double-pipe Qiang flute quietly placed beside the guqin.

With a thought in his heart, he turned around and said, "Xiong Fei, the old man never knew, do you know how to play Qiang flute?"

Zhan Zhao lowered his eyebrows and smiled: "This Qiang flute was given by my mentor. As for the art of playing, I only know the surface."

Fan He smiled at the side and said, "No wonder I can occasionally hear the sound of the flute at night, but it turned out to be Lord Zhan."

Fan Zhongyan nodded and said: "Xiong Fei, you don't know everything. Fan Heben is a master of the flute. If you want to, you can learn from him."

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "It turns out that Mr. Fan usually does not show his face in real life. I made everyone laugh, but I didn't know it."

Fan He hurriedly praised him modestly, and Fan Zhongyan also smiled.He raised his head and asked Zhan Zhao: "This Qiang flute seems to be quite old, does it have a name?"

Zhan Zhao shook his head and said, "I don't know either. I'm afraid there is no name."

Fan Zhongyan said: "If that's the case, the old man wanted to name it on a whim. Xiong Fei, do you mind?"

Zhan Zhao smiled and said, "It's better to obey orders than to be respectful."

Fan Zhongyan's eyes turned and he pondered for a while: "The character of the flute is just like the master. With your clear character and firm will, it is just like what was said in the poem of banishing immortals that day: "The curtain is facing Yunfeng, and the sash is pointing at Songxue." That being the case, in my opinion, this flute is called Yunfengxue, what do you think?"

Zhan Zhao's whole body trembled, his heart surged suddenly, and he didn't know how to answer correctly.

Fan Zhongyan raised his head, looked at Jiyue outside the window, and sighed slowly.

"As white as clouds and snow on the peak, as clear as ice in a jade pot... Helan Mountain is frosted in September, and the flowers on Moshang have been lonely for years, why not return slowly..."

The moon is in the middle of the sky, Guanshan is thousands of miles away, and the same light is the same overnight.

The lights in Saimenzhai are lit up, and the night is serene.Although tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival for the Han people, it is not a Uighur festival. The Feiyu riding camp is strictly guarded as usual, and there is no sound of joy.

The soft couch in the tooth tent is like a cloud.Gold thread and emerald thread, embroidered all over Luo Qi's robe, outlines the slim figure of the person on the couch, with boundless style.

Yifahan leaned in front of the couch, his eyes were like amber, his hair was draped over his shoulders, and the fragrance of the bath was faintly exuding.She held a thin silver pinch pipe in her left hand, opened her vermilion lips lightly, took a sip, and slowly exhaled a wisp of soft mist.Beside her, lay a white cat with a long tail and green eyes. It looked lazy, and it was obviously a famous Persian breed.

The tent curtain is lifted lightly, and the wind and cold penetrate into the frontier.Efahan looked up at the person coming, put down the pipe in his hand, sat up, and smiled at him.

"Do you know that I have been waiting for you for more than an hour, and I thought you would not return to the tent tonight. After all these years, I never expected that you are still so incomprehensible."

Her voice is charming, and she is extremely proficient in the ancient Uyghur language.

Yasu raised his hand and took off the fur coat on his shoulders, glanced at her, and said indifferently: "I have already negotiated with Haiyam during the day. You have your own guest tent to rest, so what's the point of staying here?" mean?"

Efahan sighed, picked up the white cat on the couch, Yingying stood up: "I haven't seen you in a few months, do you miss me?"

Yasu walked to the desk, put down the fur coat in his hand, and didn't answer a word.

Efahan looked at his profile, and his eyes turned back: "There is a poem in the Han people that says, if you see a newcomer laugh, you will hear an old one cry. It is indeed true."

Yasu smiled wryly, shook his head and said, "I'm afraid that in this world, there will be no one who can make you cry for a while. Haiyam is worthy of being the former Persian imperial poet. He kept the account books for you for ten years, but he still has the heart to study. Chinese poetry, and then pass it on to you."

Efahan smiled, and said leisurely: "The more these business methods, the better. However, I do regret it. I know that you have all your heart on her, so why should I help you find her back?... Between you and me , how to write the story of these ten years?"

Yasu turned around to look at her, and said quietly: "The wealth you have accumulated over the years can be used for a hundred generations. Is there anything else you are not satisfied with?"

The smile on Efahan's face disappeared suddenly, and he said slowly: "It's true, up to now, I have everything, but I still haven't got what I want the most."

She walked behind Yasu, her ring ring moved, and she whispered in her ear: "Yasu, do you know that the craziest and stupidest thing in a person's life is to force him to stay by your side even though he knows that the person has no intentions for him?" .”

Yasu's body shook slightly, and the expression on his face could not be seen clearly from behind.

He said lightly: "So, you and I are all the same."

Efahan leaned forward slowly, resting his forehead on Yasu's back, and said in a low voice, "When the avalanche was falling at the foot of Tianshan Mountain, why did you sacrifice your life to save me?"

Yasu's breath fluctuated and he remained silent.

Efahan sighed softly: "I always want to know, was it for me or the coat of arms on my cloak that you saved me?"

Yasu shook his head, seemingly full of helplessness: "You have been asking about this matter for ten years, why do you keep asking?"

Efahan let out a long sigh and was speechless.

After a while, her complexion changed completely: "Anyway, you are willing to tell me about the treasure on the sandbar, and let me go to the sandbar to take care of everything for you. As a person, you can have this kind of trust. I have been with you all these years. All the entanglement between you is worth it."

She straightened up and asked quietly: "Now that everything is ready, when do you plan to leave?"

Yasu turned around and stood facing her: "After the battle between the two prefectures of the Lin Mansion, Yuan Hao held on to his heart. There will definitely be a big battle between Song and Xia. How the situation will go here will be known after this battle. Wait for me to arrange Well, I'll let you know."

Efahan said indifferently: "Zong Shiheng is seriously ill and he won't have many days to come, but Pang Ji is a shrewd person. I'm afraid it's hard to find the cracks in Yanyan Road. There is Fan Zhongyan who lived on Huanqing Road for a year and a half. Management, now Dashun City is as solid as gold, and the defense has taken shape. Han Qi on Qinfeng Road passed through Haoshuichuan, and it is not what it used to be. If Yuan Hao wants to make a plan, he will most likely want to fight on Jingyuan Road."

Yasu nodded and said: "This is not far from Jingyuan Road, we are stationed here, we can watch the movement."

He suddenly raised his head and said, "You should be more careful about your business dealings with Fan Zhongyan."

Efahan smiled and said, "Don't worry. The old master has a sharp eye, and I don't want to see him too much. I have already transferred the horse grain business over there to Zaim. You know it, Zaim The tone of the mouth is tighter than that of a clam shell."

Yasu nodded: "Go ahead. Mole will come over later, we have something to talk about."

Ifahan sighed lightly: "Okay. Mole always dislikes me, and I don't want to bother him."

She turned to smile: "The spring night is too short to live up to Xiangqin. When you regret it in the future, I'm afraid it will be too late."

She rolled up her robe sleeves lightly, with an intoxicating smile, as if she was about to leave, but suddenly said softly: "By the way, there is one more thing I've always wanted to ask you..."

Standing on her tiptoes, her eyes flickered, she breathed like blue, and whispered a few words in Yasu's ear.

Yasu's complexion changed suddenly, but Efahan smiled lightly, turned and left the tent.

The night wind was coming, the stars and the moon were shining, she was only wearing Luo Yi, the chill came through her bones, and her body couldn't help shivering slightly.When she turned her head, she suddenly saw a ray of light in the side tent, her heart moved, she pushed the curtain and entered.

The curtain was drooping, the candlelight was dim, and the slender figure Fu Yi was sitting sideways, not knowing where his thoughts were.

Efahan seemed to be affected by this feeling of loneliness, she sighed softly: "If I knew you were awake, I should have come to look for you long ago, and I would have saved so much effort on that heartless person."

Qingcheng stood up and stared at Ifahan's face.The jade ring around her neck was full of light, and disappeared in a flash.

"Did you bring what I want?"

Efahan smiled and said: "You two, brother and sister, are exactly the same. When you see me, can't you talk about anything other than business? Could it be that you are really the creditors of my previous life..."

She sighed softly and let go of the white cat in her arms.The cat purred softly, jumped out, and hid in the corner of the tent.

Ifahan took out a thin-necked jade bottle from his bosom, walked towards Qingcheng, and put the jade bottle into her palm: "Don't forget, this Miradan is made of Persian poppy, although it has the effect of condensing energy and relieving pain, But it is extremely addictive. Once you take it, you will never be able to live without it in this life. This medicine does not cure the root cause, and you use it to maintain your internal strength, but it is just a hard support."

Qingcheng folded his palms together and said flatly: "I already know this verse, so you don't need to say more."

Efahan shook his head and sighed, seeing Qingcheng turning around silently, he suddenly smiled and said, "I took this Miluodan privately for you, and I took a huge risk, how do you plan to thank me?"

Qingcheng frowned and said: "Although this medicine is not easy to come by, but with your ability, it is not a trouble if you think about it."

Efahan laughed and said, "Why don't you think about it, if Yasu knew about this, I'm afraid he would break my neck with his own hands."

Qingcheng shook his head and said: "If you and I don't speak, how can he know?"

Efahan smiled casually, and sat on the floor in the tent: "Anyway, I'm just a businessman, and I'm sure to see benefits from my dealings."

Qingcheng leaned over and sat opposite her: "Whatever you want, you might as well just say it."

Efahan looked into Qingcheng's eyes: "If I said that what I want is Yasu, what would you do?"

Qingcheng suddenly raised her head and said slowly: "He is the hope of our whole family. If you want to do him any harm, I will never allow you to live in this world."

Efahan chuckled lightly, shook his head and said, "Why are you so nervous? I was just joking."

Qingcheng lowered her head, her eyes dimmed, and asked suddenly: "Could it be that you are sincere to him?"

Efahan said quietly, "If I say yes, will you believe me?"

Her pupils were clear, and her usual enchanting spirit was completely gone.

Qingcheng sighed softly: "In the shopping mall, there are ten things and nine deceptions. You have been in business for ten years, and you have always been profitable. Hu Han merchants, all bow down under your pomegranate skirt. Who can see through your mind?"

Efahan was silent for a while, then smiled again: "If you say it is unfathomable, you are better than me. You have lived in this Saimen village for so long, but I bet that this Feiyu riding camp Inside, no one really knows what's on your mind."

Qingcheng said indifferently: "Don't you know?"

Efahan smiled and said: "Yasu knew that you were in Yanzhou that day, but he didn't know the truth. He sent me to Jinglue Mansion to visit. As soon as I saw you, I knew that you must be the person he was looking for. "

Qingcheng recalled the first time he saw Ifahan outside Fan Zhongyan's study in Yanzhou Jinglue Mansion, and raised his head and asked, "You have never met me before, but why are you so sure?"

Efahan said: "Do you know that Yasu has a small portrait of your mother Princess Marseille on her body. He cherishes it very much and never shows it to others. I have glimpsed the silhouette of the small portrait. Your appearance is the same as That person is the same as the one above."

Qingcheng frowned, with a sense of confusion in his eyes.

Efahan said: "I guessed right, you really don't know about this."

Qingcheng lowered her eyebrows and murmured: "Why did he hide it from me?"

Efahan shook his head and said, "If you keep him secret, I'm afraid there will be more."

Qingcheng raised her head suddenly: "What do you mean by that?"

Efahan said leisurely: "There are already many stories about you in the Song camp. Yasu and Mole are deceiving themselves and others, and they don't want to believe it, but I can't control my ears."

Qingcheng said indifferently: "I will never return to Songying in this life, no matter how many rumors there are, it will not hinder me."

Efahan nodded and said, "So that's the case. In other words, everything you can leave must have been left there, isn't it?"

Qingcheng trembled suddenly, and after a long time, he said slowly: "What you want is Yasu. You don't need to ask me about my affairs. If you think I'm in the way between you two, I can go and make it clear to Yasu .”

Ifahan put away his smile suddenly, and raised his voice: "Yes, what I want is him. But what I want in Ifahan, I will get it myself, and I will never ask for alms."

Her voice suddenly changed, she was cold and determined, and her whole body was dignified and demeanor, showing the intention of a king.

Qingcheng glanced at her, shook his head and said: "With your background, you have your own destination, why do you want to get mixed up with us?"

Efahan said indifferently: "It's just because I still have something in my heart that I don't understand. If one day, I know the answer, maybe I will leave."

Qingcheng frowned slightly: "What exactly do you want to know?"

Efahan stood up slowly, his voice echoed, and a hazy light like beeswax flashed in his eyes.

"I just want to know, is the human heart really made of iron?"

The author has something to say: Moshanghua is Nalan, Suguang, and Efahan.To this mysterious and proud Persian woman, Hajime really owes her a special episode.