My country is dead again [Rebirth]

It was still noon, and the guards at the palace gate were a little tired and wanted to doze off, but they glanced at He Xiaoman who was not far away from the corner of their eyes, and all of them raised their spirits and stood upright, not even daring to yawn.

I'm afraid that the governor of Dongchang is in a bad mood and wants to invite them to Dongchang as guests.

He Xiaoman was waiting for someone, but he didn't wait too long, and the rapid sound of horseshoes came from far to near.

The leader was wearing soap-colored light armor. Because the horse was running fast all the way, he pulled the rein violently before he could barely stop. The tall black-maned horse raised its front hooves so much that it almost knocked others down, but the man's expression was pale. As usual, he jumped off the horse and threw the reins to the subordinates behind him, and walked quickly towards the palace gate.

His gaze settled on He Xiaoman's body suit, and he nodded in greeting: "Master."

"Song Zongbing is too anxious." He Xiaoman led him to go in, "I drove all day and night, and didn't go to the post house to rest for a while?"

Song Qingge, the commander-in-chief of Wanyang, is the youngest of the four commander-in-chiefs in northern Xinjiang. Looking at the whole Dayu, there is no younger general who can be ranked. It is more like a mother, with clear eyebrows and eyes, like a scholar raised in the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, but his face does not have the whiteness of a scholar, and the wind and sand in the frontier have already left texture on his cheeks.

Song Qingge doesn't like to laugh, this is well-known in the world, people often say that Mr. Song raised Song Qingge and Wei Yang, two immortals who don't know what expressions are, but Song Qinglai, a strange man who doesn't know what quiet is, I can't figure out how Mr. Song did it.

"Your Majesty should be more anxious than me." Song Qingge's right sideburn has a shuttle-shaped scar, which is horizontal, making people guess that an arrow should have passed by here in a dangerous way. Fortunately, it was very short, and the color faded after a long time. He had to turn his face to the side to be seen, he looked down at the light armor he was wearing, "Just meeting His Majesty like this is a disgrace."

The courtiers must look neat and tidy when they see the emperor, and wear official uniforms, but He Xiaoman said: "Song Zongbing is dedicated to serving the country, how can His Majesty blame him?"

Song Qingge's walking posture can be directly regarded as a model for Sergeant Dayu. If everyone had a straight back like him, everyone would be amazed by the appearance of the army. I just feel angry and prestige.

Seeing that he didn't talk to him, He Xiaoman didn't talk to him again.

My younger brother is in the middle of the capital. It is rare for ordinary people to come to Beijing and they will definitely have to ask a few questions, but Song Qingge didn't mention a word. He Xiaoman knew that he was not Bao Liang, but this person was too clear about public and private, and even if he wanted to ask, he would ask on an unofficial occasion .

Song Qingge stepped up to Dan Chi in front of the hall, and saw that Wei Yang was guarding in front of the hall door. The two had grown up together, but at this moment they just looked at each other, and nodded imperceptibly as a greeting.

Xie Ruzhuo, who was sitting on the dragon chair in the hall, was also dressed casually. On the black emperor's uniform, there was a light golden dragon pattern tattooed on the sleeves and skirt, and half of his black hair was tied in a golden crown. When Song Qingge saw the ceremony, he did not mention it. Not yet in official uniform, he just gave Song Qingge a seat with a smile: "General, you have worked hard on the road."

"Your Majesty's words are serious, and I don't work hard." Song Qingge didn't touch the tea, and looked at Xie Ruzhuo, "Has the Pei family's soldiers and horses been rectified?"

Same as in the previous life, Song Qingge was still the one who didn't like to talk nonsense, Xie Ruzhuo stopped the greetings, and got straight to the point: "It has been rectified. What is the general's plan after he arrives in Chizhou?"

"Xuanyi Mansion is located in the northwest of Pingdu, and it is only four hundred miles away from Pingdu. Xu Zishen's army is mainly cavalry, and he can arrive within a day. At this time, Xuanyi Mansion must have been surrounded like a gold soup. But this place is different from the At the border of Suifang, Suifang is only a mountain away from the nearest Yaochengwei, so Xu Zishen will have some concerns." Song Qingge said, "Xu Zishen will not attack easily, with the purpose of taking the life of his grandson. No matter what his excuses for rebellion are It sounds grand, but it is a rebellion after all, and killing the grandson openly is not good for him. Moreover, I have dealt with Xu Zishen before, he is... a gentleman with a bit of morality."

These words did not mean to reprimand Xu Zishen, the traitor, but Xie Ruzhuo was not angry. Firstly, Song Qingge never told nonsense, and secondly, he did not think Xu Zishen was an evil person.

The Jiangbei army hadn't received any food from the court for several months, and it was still in the most difficult winter month. Xie Ruzhuo couldn't imagine how Xu Zishen led the Jiangbei army for so long.Xu Zishen's rebellion was more of a disappointment with the court, a helplessness after weighing the pros and cons.

"Chizhou and Suifang are one south and one north, but the second chief envoy of Southern Hebei is one west and one east. Hengchuan in the east is Xu Zishen's territory, but most of Ningya in the west is not." Xie Ruzhuo said, "I There was an uncle who was enfeoffed as King Yan, and his fiefdom was in Ningya. When Xu Zishen invaded southern Hebei, King Yan had already supported himself. Xu Zishen rushed to northern Hebei, bypassed King Yan, and waited for the capture of Pingdu , It’s too late to deal with King Yan later. King Yan is very safe in Ningya now, even Xu Zishen can’t touch him.”

Song Qingge made it clear: "Ningya stretches up from the northwest to a narrow strip directly bordering Chizhou. This place is very close to Xuanyi Mansion. Xu Zishen not only has to worry about Suifang, but also King Yan, and cannot fully control it."

"Exactly. This is the reason why I decided to bring the Pei family to go south together this time." Xie Ruzhuo leaned forward slightly, as if he was talking about the time of rising, there was a stream of light in his dark eyes, "Xu Zishen has two worries, and he doesn't know how to attack. If we distract him, it will be more effective."

Song Qingge understood the emperor's meaning, nodded and said: "Your Majesty wants to attack. There are mountains in the north and King Yan in the west. You and Pei Yunjing can enter Xuanyi Mansion from the northeast and northwest respectively."

It's easy to talk about these things with a general who is familiar with the battlefield. Xie Ruzhuo's smile deepened: "The general has experienced hundreds of battles. I don't need to worry about the specific situation after going to Xuanyi Mansion. I will wait for the good news from the general."

Song Qingge frowned and said, "I will definitely not disappoint Your Majesty's expectations. It's just that Pei Yunjing... Although the cavalry minister of the Pei family is also ashamed, but Pei Yunjing has never been on the battlefield. Is Your Majesty really relieved to let him go?"

"Of course I know how much Pei Yunjing has, and I didn't expect him to be able to lead troops in battle. I just gave him military merit." Xie Ruzhuo snorted coldly, "Pei Yunjing must also know that he is not good at fighting, that he will not show off his abilities, and really contribute his strength. not him."

"Those two are both in charge?" Fortunately, Song Qingge didn't know what his expression was, otherwise his tone would have been extremely mocking, "...Your Majesty, it's better to send another safe person to follow Pei Yunjing."

Xie Ruzhuo smiled brightly: "Don't worry, general, I have arranged for a person to follow Pei Yunjing, called Shen Ci. The general must have never heard of it, but he is definitely a reliable person. After the general and Pei Yunjing met, the battle You can discuss it directly with Shen Ci, since Pei Yunjing doesn't understand anyway."

Seeing that Xie Ruzhuo was so confident, Song Qingge didn't ask any more questions after answering.

"General, there is one more thing to trouble you." Xie Ruzhuo looked a little embarrassed and uncomfortable, "When the time comes, you will look at Shen Ci and Pei Yunjing, the two of them... are a bit festive."

Song Qingge asked suspiciously: "At the moment of the war, no matter how many holidays there are, there won't be any trouble, right?"

"That's not necessarily true." Xie Ruzhuo said with a chuckle, "It's fine if they don't fight. If there is a fight, please general."

Song Qingge: "..."

The two armies going south to Chizhou completed their rendezvous within one day, and Xie Ruzhuo personally saw Song Qingge and Pei Yunjing off in Lezhou.

Said to see him off, the emperor just stood on the tower to take a look, Xie Ruzhuo was full of joy when he came, wishing to lie on the side of the tower to see the person he was thinking of.

But when he saw Shen Ci, his smile suddenly froze on his face again.

He Xiaoman was taken aback by the speed of this face-changing, and observed Shen Ci carefully. He was obviously tall, dressed in white and armored, with a youthful spirit, much more graceful than Pei Yunjing. He asked softly, "Your Majesty, what's wrong?"

The army had already set out, Shen Ci rode on the horse and turned his head to look at the tower, the soft smile faded from his eyes, but Xie Ruzhuo seemed to be stung by something, he closed his eyes and dared not look again.

In his previous life, he liked Shen Ci in military uniform the most, with his unassuming ruthlessness and smiling eyes, every time he saw it, he would think: Look, such an arrogant person only treats him with extreme tenderness.

How lucky.

Therefore, after being reborn, he couldn't wait to let Shen Ci return to the battlefield that belonged to him. Only this kind of Shen Ci is alive, and it is also the Shen Ci that he wants.

But when he really saw Shen Ci like this, he was suddenly scared.

Horseshoes burst out under the city tower, and countless memories of previous lives rushed into my mind like ten thousand horses galloping.

He sent Shen Ci to the battlefield, and Shen Ci never left for the rest of his life.

When they returned to Pingdu, he wanted Shen Ci to stay with him here, but Shen Ci went back with a knife on that rainy evening.

When Shen Ci walked to Huangji Hall from the night of lightning and thunder, his whole body was dripping with water. The blood on the knife was still wet, and mixed with the rain, dripped all over the ground. The imperial guards and Jin Yiwei outside the hall were terrified, but Dare not stop.

The door of the palace was closed by Shen Ci, and he stumbled and ran over to hug Shen Ci, staining the dragon robe with blood from the iron armor, hugging him tighter and tighter, wishing to melt into his own blood.

The knife fell to the ground, but Shen Ci did not hug him back as he did every time, but said to him decisively and cruelly: "Tomorrow, please tell the world, Your Majesty, that I killed the person. This is Shen Ci's thanks." Your Majesty's kindness."

He cried and didn't let go, like a child who is cheating. Before Shen Ci touched his face, he was afraid of hurting him, but he squeezed his wrist so hard and shook it away, picked up the knife and walked out: "Xie Ruzhuo, you and I in this life See you no more."

The heavy rain washed away the blood stains left on the steps outside the hall, and also drowned out the sound of Shen Ciyuan's footsteps.

In the 17 years of his remaining life in his previous life, Xie Ruzhuo often wondered whether Shen Ci ever regretted going to the battlefield for him, and also complained about being a general who fought for the king, so much so that he deliberately took a deadly arrow on the battlefield to die. Only the small jar of ashes remained.

Torture him in this way, even if he dies, he will not let him go.

Xie Ruzhuo looked vaguely at the back of the white-clothed iron armor, and said tremblingly: "Shen Ci, in this life, you'd better not let me go."