He Xichen [Quick Transmigration]

The first snow in Chang'an was not timely. The team escorting Li Jingfeng's body back to Beijing was delayed three miles away, and the young general who hurried back to report the news slipped and fell in front of the city gate on his horse.

When he heard the news, He Xichen had just sent away the player who came to him to play chess, and was nestling in his yard watching the snow.One after another, the sky and the earth are boundless, and the roofs and courtyards are full of catkins.

"Master..." The weather was so cold that Lin Chenzhou's teeth chattered from the cold, and he shed tears.

He Xichen waved his hands and stood up from the reclining chair. The fiery red crane cloak was draped behind him, like the flames of war in northern Xinjiang.

"Don't follow!" He stopped Lin Chenzhou from following, and strode to the stable.

In the stable, Chunxiang and Garuda were eating grass, and when they saw him coming, they stuck their heads out and called him affectionately.

He patted Chunxiang on the head, and finally pulled out Garuda.

"Let's go find Old Li, Garuda, let's pick up Old Li...go home." He stepped on his stirrup and got on his horse. Garuda let out a long roar and ran out of the general's mansion.

There were not many pedestrians on the street, and they all hugged the stove to keep warm at home. When they heard the sound of horseshoes on the street, they opened the windows to see what happened.

Yang Jun stood guard in front of the city gate, holding an apricot-yellow oil-paper umbrella in one hand, and a jade pendant around his waist in the other.He was waiting for someone, and he knew that someone would come.

The sound of horseshoes kicking came from far and near in the white world, and a fiery red figure went straight to the city gate through the wind and snow.The city guards raised their spears one after another, and the sharp tips shone with a cold light.

"Li Lian moves! Stop!" Yang Jun shouted.

He Xichen reined in the reins, looked around at the hesitant soldiers, and finally turned his gaze to Yang Jun.

"I'm going out of town." He panted slightly, and the white mist exhaled from his mouth condensed into small drops of water in the air.The snowflakes that fell on his face melted into water, dripping one by one like tears.

Yang Jun looked into his eyes: "You can't go, everyone is staring at you now. If you ride a horse in the street and break through the city gate, if you are caught by someone who wants to make a big fuss..."

"It's okay."

"Hey, be obedient." Yang Jun's voice trembled, "Just listen to me once."

He Xichen let go of the rein and then tightened his grip again: "I'm sorry." He suddenly pulled out the long sword hanging from Jialuluo's belly, and with a sweep of the sword wind, everyone was forced to retreat three steps.

"Li Buyi!" Yang Jun's eyes were red.

"Yang Zijing!" He Xichen suddenly laughed, "I'll be fine."

lie!lie!

Yang Jun threw down the oil-paper umbrella, snatched a pistol from a person beside him, and swept across all directions.He stood in front of He Xichen: "Go!"

He Xichen saw the timing and rode out of the encirclement: "Thank you!"

Li Jingfeng has been inseparable from Shiziling all his life. At the age of 17, he was still a soldier and Lin An, who was rushing for the exam, met in Shiziling; at the age of 23, Li Buyi was born in Shiziling in the ice and snow;Now, at the age of 37, he died under a stray arrow in Shiziling.

His complexion was pale, his lips were chapped, the wound on his abdomen was hideous and scary, and the bleeding from the arrow hole in his chest had stopped, and his flesh was bloody.

He Xichen took a few deep breaths, and whispered to the person in the coffin, "You have done a good job, and I will do the next thing for you."

The mourning hall of the General's Mansion was very poorly furnished. He Xichen put on a white onyx and lit the ever-burning lamp for Li Jingfeng. He knelt quietly and burned paper money in the brazier.

Song Yan was the first to come to express his condolences, dressed in a dark blue robe, very solemn, and kowtowed three times in front of the hall.

"...Are you okay?" He knelt with He Xichen for a long time and asked.

"I have something to do." He Xichen said, "Yes, I will ask His Majesty to join the battle tomorrow, and I will need your help then."

Song Yan suddenly raised his head: "You are crazy! Once you go to the battlefield, no matter whether you lose or win, who will let you come back alive?! You are my friend, I can't watch you die!"

He Xichen pursed his lips and smiled: "It's enough that you want me to live."

"Lian Dong!" Song Yan shouted, "Things haven't come to an end yet!"

"It's already here." He Xichen said calmly, "You got it, don't lie to yourself. Now that there are no generals on the front line, the death of my old Li will definitely break the army's morale, and I am his son, and I am the best candidate to lead the army! Beidi If the momentum of tigers and wolves is not restrained in time, the army may be defeated like a mountain, and hundreds of thousands of people on the frontier will be in danger."

"Isn't there still General Dingyuan? It's not your turn! Lian Dong, I've already arranged a way out for you. You take my autographed letter to find my father, and he will—"

"Silly Mingyue, don't say any more, you know it's impossible for me to leave. Besides, that General Dingyuan can't hold back my father's soldiers!"

Song Yan suddenly shed a tear, like a broken bow: "Aren't you a dandy? Wouldn't it be better to continue to be a dandy?"

"You bastard, you couldn't bear to watch me when I was a dude, and you finally wanted to be a hero, but you still stopped me." He Xichen picked up another handful of ghost paper and threw it into the brazier, "I have a total of Three friends, one is lying there, one is far away, and the other is you. Silly Mingyue, the officialdom is deep, so don't be careless."

Song Yan wiped away his tears and suppressed his sadness: "I wanted you to leave Chang'an and go far away, so as not to be stirred into this muddy water, but now it seems..."

He choked up and said, "Go, go! If you are fighting on the battlefield, I will fight for a safe rear for you. I will also use conspiracies and tricks, but I didn't want to use it before, and it was not rare to use it. Now If you want to fulfill righteousness, even if I am a villain, if I take this life, I will pave the way for you!"

Ordinary people may not believe that He Xichen has any real abilities when they see that he is usually frivolous and frivolous.But Song Yan has been with him for a long time, and knows that he is far from just a useless skin on the surface.

"So trust me? Believe that I can beat Beidi back to his hometown?"

"I only know that Li Liandong doesn't like to talk big, and he will do what he says!"

He Xichen smiled.

"Live well, silly Mingyue."

"You live well for me too, Fairy Qiao!"

They are the most enviable Dushan Jade Gentlemen in Chang'an City. They are close friends who are congenial and share life and death.From now on, the upright gentleman is gone forever, the bright moon is no longer flawless, in the abyss to mess with power, the fairy puts on the armor, and dies in the bloody battlefield.

The next day, He Xichen submitted a memorial, inviting Beidi to fight.

Most of the ministers of the DPRK and China opposed it. After all, no one wanted to see another Li Jingfeng who would not accept his will.Coupled with He Xichen's bad reputation, there are too many places to criticize.

Song Yan rejected all opinions with a fearless aura, whoever objected to it, even his own teacher Fan Weizheng.Prime Minister Yang gloated about his misfortune, and saw the steel cannon aimed at Yang Dun.

This move offended almost all the ministers. In the future, the Yun Qi family will not recognize him, and the Yang Chengxiang family will not accept him.He can only be a lonely minister, and if he is a little careless, he will be surrounded and helpless.

However, when a gentleman dies as a confidant, even though he dies, he does not regret it!

Song Yan lifted up his court clothes, his spine was not broken, and he could not afford to kneel for a long time, and made an impassioned statement: "Please Your Majesty for your permission!"

To everyone's surprise, His Highness the Sixth Highness, who has always been honest, humble, and diligent, defied the prince's decision, ignoring the prince's black face and standing on Song Yan's side.

The imperial decree was issued soon, and He Xichen was named General Hussars, and he set out to conquer Beidi soon.

He Xichen took the bright yellow imperial decree and knocked on Li Jingfeng's coffin: "Don't worry, I will never let the northern border that you and Lao Lin have guarded for a lifetime fall into the hands of others." He laughed at himself , "I thought I had a perfect strategy, but I forgot that the battlefield is the most unpredictable place. Alas, the promise of being a knight in the rivers and lakes is gone now."

On the third day, He Xichen put on the silver armor and fiery red cloak that Li Jingfeng had always prepared for him but didn't want him to have the opportunity to wear it, held a long gun, and embarked on the journey to northern Xinjiang.

There were many people seeing off at the city gate, bustling and bustling, almost making Chang'an city go on strike.Liu Qi and Yang Dun, who represented the imperial court, encouraged them and said a lot of beautiful words, and the time for departure was approaching.

"Let's go! Let's go!" The disheveled man who was crowded by the crowd finally squeezed to the front, and when he saw He Xichen, he showed an inappropriate and shy smile, "Mr. Li, I've been thinking about your game of chess for a long time I haven't figured out a countermeasure yet, but when you come back, I probably have a solution."

He probably doesn't understand what war is all about, he only knows that people will die, but he doesn't know the danger.His expression was incompatible with the heavy and solemn surroundings, and those who didn't know thought he was here to mess things up.

"Sir, you don't need to think about that game of chess." He Xichen took Jialuluo by the hand and got on his horse, his usual gentle eyes were full of coldness.

Sui Qu Zhi quickly grabbed his foot hanging beside the horse's belly: "Why?"

"I won't play chess with you again." He Xichen lowered his eyebrows, but he didn't have the compassion of the Bodhisattva in the temple, "I'm tired of it."

The cold finger pointed at the cinnabar mole on his forehead and pushed it back, it was numb, and felt dizzy after it went, tears fell unconsciously, and the fingers gradually loosened the shackles on him.

Logically speaking, with so many reincarnations, He Xichen should have realized the extraordinary state of "sorrow, joy, separation and reunion are always merciless", but he would still be happy or sad for the reunion and death of his friends; if he said no, he would be indifferent Very cold, easily pushing away the heart that everyone took out and offered to him.

He Xichen didn't look at him anymore, and clasped his fists together and said, "Everyone, I have to say goodbye after sending you off for thousands of miles, so farewell!"

"Wait for the general to return in triumph, and then have a drink with the general!" Yang Dun said in a loud voice, with regret in his eyes.

Looking at the imposing silver-robed young general on the black horse, the young gentlemen burst into tears with heartache.

The army moved away from Chang'an City, winding into a black line on the vast snow-covered land.He Xichen never looked back, until the majestic and magnificent "Departure Order" sounded from the city wall, and the violin and violin were clanging, like shooting the enemy with a bow.

Xu Shangshu was worried about his youngest son, for fear that he would do something wrong and lock him in the room, but he didn't guard against Xu Jijiu.Xu Jijiu carried a guqin on his back and led a group of Guozijian instructors to rush up the city wall. A dozen or so mediocre teachers set up a formation, and with a single gesture, all the sleeping crows on the dry vines were awakened.

After Xu Yan smashed the window and escaped from the house, he met many former Guozijian classmates on the road, and only then did he know that they were also treated in the same way.When they climbed the city wall, they saw the teachings that they did not respect in the past struggling to pluck the strings.

Xu Yan's eyes were red for a moment, and he patted the city wall and looked at the distant army and shouted loudly: "The white horse is decorated with gold, galloping north and west. May I ask who's son, you and the ranger..."

The former classmates all sang together loudly, patting the city wall and pulling their choked throats: "Young and small go to the township, and your voice hangs down in the desert. In the past, you used a good bow, and the arrows are so different... The name of a strong man should not be self-serving. Sacrifice your life to go to the national calamity, and see death as home!"

In the past, young people in Chang'an traveled the Chang Street, but now that "Long Lovesickness" is scattered, there is another "Departure Order" to see you off.

They roared hoarsely, piercing their hearts, tears blurred their vision, and fell into the snow.

Suddenly, He Xichen in front of the army raised his long gun, pointing the coldly shining tip at the sky.All the soldiers raised their spears and responded to their farewell with a wordless but magnificent action.

Xu Yan tightened his ten fingers, and his eyes were about to burst: "Li Lian moved! Li Buyi! You fucking listen to me! I like you! I like you!" Just yell out loudly.

***

When later generations mentioned Li Buyi, apart from those ups and downs in his youth, the greatest regret was that he was accidentally caught in an ambush and died of serious injuries during the seven-month bloody battle, when he finally drove Beidi back to his hometown and pursued the victory.

Go to hell with serious injuries!

If He Xichen knew that later generations distorted history like this, he would definitely curse him out loud.Compared with such an aggrieved reason as being seriously injured and dying, it is obviously more handsome to die together!

Beidi has reached the end of the road.

The granary was burned down, the main force was wiped out, and there was an undercurrent of internal turmoil, and another prince who died would probably be unable to recover.But He Xichen never liked the words "probably", "should", and "maybe", even if he died, he would drag this hidden danger into hell.

The troops escorting Beidi King Nero back to the grassland and the intercepting troops led by He Xichen met hand-to-hand in the valley.

The rear has been stabilized, and Beidi no longer has any troops to join the war.He Xichen was clear in his heart, and it was only when he "died himself for the country" that this good show could end safely.This stage couldn't be better, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and at the end there is the head of King Beidi as a trophy.

It's not that He Xichen has no way out.As early as in Chang'an City, Liu Xi came to propose another marriage. As long as he agreed, Li Jingfeng's political opponents would never dare to touch him. Go back, but as soon as he figured out that something happened to him, he immediately sent a letter urging him to set off to return to the mountain.

But He Xichen couldn't.

He has to guard the northern border well, so that Li Jingfeng will know, so that he can have a clear conscience.

He had to die in order to leave a way for Song Yan to survive.

After he died, Song Yan could be the pure minister he wanted to be.

The tranquility of northern Xinjiang for at least ten years and the "flawless white jade" of Silly Mingyue - worth it!

He Xichen spat out the grass leaves from his mouth, and gently moved his fingers forward.

The last battle has officially started!

Nero, who was guarded by everyone in the center, watched helplessly as the murderous young general broke into the enemy line single-handedly. His silver armor had already been stained red with blood, and the blood soaked his palm along the body of the gun.

The sound of the feather arrow piercing through the flesh was so viscous and clear that it was disgusting. He Xichen only paused for a moment, and as if he didn't feel any pain, he swung the spear back in his hand, and at the same time he rushed towards King Beidi.

The deeper you go into the enemy camp, the more comrades around you will fall.He Xichen stepped on the corpses of the people, and an endless abyss stretched out under his feet. The last shot pierced Nero's heart. At the same time, countless arrows and swords pierced through his body.

He Xichen heaved a sigh of relief, and smiled at Nero, who was still breathing, as if he was a wanton young man in Chang'an City again in an instant.

His body is really well-born, even if his face is covered with blood, no one can bear to look at someone with such crooked eyebrows.

Even if it was a matter of life and death, Nero was also in a trance.He suddenly wanted to hug this little general who had always been tit-for-tat, so he returned a smile and slammed his body forward, with the spear completely piercing his chest.

He hugged He Xichen who was wearing cold armor and couldn't move as he wished, but when he heard the cold-faced general scold "old rascal", Nero snorted and replied weakly with a hoarse voice: "Stinky brat."

When they meet opponents, all the grievances and resentments, the battle of wits and courage, and the entanglement of life and death all disappear at the moment when the two die.