When Mr. Yuanjing received the letter from his wife and learned that his son-in-law had been abducted by Huang Song, his heart pounded.

Tang Yao, who was on the side, saw that the teacher's face was pale, and thought that something had happened to Langya's family.

He asked with concern, Mr. Yuanjing waved his hand, saying that it was okay, but his worried expression could not be concealed.

Another month later, Wei Ci, who was far away in Beijing, also received the news that Nie Xun had returned to Huang Song's account.

At the same time, he also received a private message from his mentor Yuanjing.

Wei Ci read ten lines at a glance, and then turned over the letter paper, and wrote a person's birthday on the back.

The eight characters of the birthday are Nie Xun's.

He seriously used this person's eight characters to arrange a hexagram.

Wei Ci copied the hexagram and content he calculated, and sent someone to send it to Yuanjing.

Yuanjing received the secret letter and hurriedly opened it to take a closer look.

After a while, he had to sigh.

"Injustice!"

As we all know, Nie Xun left Zhongzhao Nie and went to Langya to study, in order to find his roots.

Nie Xun was abducted and trafficked when he was a baby, and after several rounds in the hands of several traffickers, he fell into exile by chance.

He didn't know where he came from or who his biological parents were.

He also didn't know if he had been abandoned or forced to be separated from his biological parents.

Following the clues of several traffickers who abducted and sold him back then, Nie Xun ran all the way, but the last clue was broken at the Dongqing border.

He heard that Mr. Yuanjing's fortune calculation was extremely accurate, so he went to Langya County with the mentality of giving it a try.

Mr. Yuanjing calculated a hexagram for him, and the hexagram showed that Nie Xun would meet his blood relatives in a few years.

This is a good hexagram, but it is actually a bad hexagram.

The hexagram shows that Nie Xun and his relatives will have a murder.

Either Nie Xun will die, or his relatives will die at Nie Xun's hands.

Mr. Yuanjing asked Wei Ci to help him tell the hexagram, in order to find out who the relative who died in the hands of Nie Xun was.

Wei Ci carefully calculated several times, and the conclusions were all consistent.

The hexagram is displayed as "Qian", which means that the relatives who kill or are killed by Nie Xun in the future will be Nie Xun's biological father.

If Nie Xun is at ease to be a celebrity, the possibility of him and his biological father being on top is extremely low, and he can even avoid the notoriety of killing his own father.

Now he is instigated by Huang Song to go out, and he will inevitably follow Huang Song to fight in the south and north in the future.

The devil knows when he killed his own real father with his own hands.

It's just that this news has been concealed for a lifetime, and if the news is accidentally leaked, Nie Xun's reputation will be ruined.

Therefore, Mr. Yuanjing will say gloomily.

June of the second year of the reign of Seonjong.

Jiang Pengji is nineteen years old.

"Sister, Sister, wait for the little brother!"

Liu Zhao rode the jujube red horse, grabbing the reins in a panic while trying to catch up with Jiang Pengji in front.

It turned out that he really had no talent for horseback riding, and he learned to ride for two years, always maintaining the level of believing in horses.

At this time, the jujube red horse stepped on the air, and the horse fell forward.

Liu Zhao's heart was beating because of the sudden incident, and he didn't have time to make Ziwei movements, so he had to close his eyes, hoping that he wouldn't fall crippled.

"Ahh

The expected sharp pain did not come, but the waist tightened, and the falling movement paused suddenly, and was forcibly carried on the horse.

"Sister-"

Liu Zhao opened his eyes and sat on the horse's back, looking frightened.

Jiang Pengji's expression was solemn, she turned over and dismounted, and Liu Zhao, who escaped after the disaster, also climbed off the horse tremblingly.

"This horse—"

"It is estimated that it is scrapped, and the horse's hooves have been completely broken. ”

Jiang Pengji squatted down, the jujube red horse opened its big moist eyes, and her body twitched from severe pain.

Liu Zhao stepped forward to take a closer look, and found that the front hooves of the jujube red horse were indeed folded into a distorted angle, and the blood quickly swollen.

"Who the hell dug such a hole here!"

Liu Zhao was so distressed that he wanted to cry, this batch of jujube red horses was a war horse that he had been grinding Jiang Pengji for a long time, and for this he also promised a lot of unequal treaties, and he studied hard for more than two months to barely reach the other party's standard line.

It took a lot of effort to get a good horse, but it was only a few days before it was scrapped by a hole in the ground.

Jiang Pengji's expression was solemn, and she asked the guards to come over and send the jujube red horse back to the stable, to see if it could be cured.

"It's not a hole dug artificially. ”

Liu Zhao's expression was even more depressed, it was not man-made, it was naturally formed, and his horse was unlucky enough to step on the horse's feet?

"Have you ever heard of the three holes of the cunning rabbit?" Jiang Pengji asked Liu Zhao.

"Sister, although the younger brother is a little unlearned, he doesn't even know the three holes of the cunning rabbit. Liu Zhao shook the jade pendant hanging from his waist, "Wait-sister, what do you mean, this hole is not artificial, it was made by a hare?"

"It should be, let people stop racing in the neighborhood, and check how many rabbit holes there are. ”

Liu Zhao said, "Today, the little brother wants to eat a whole rabbit feast and eat all these burrowed animals." ”

Thinking of the beloved horse he missed, his heart bleed.

The corners of Jiang Pengji's lips hooked up a light smile, and she said, "Okay, I will deduct Zixiao's salary and prepare a full rabbit banquet for you." ”

Liu Zhao was puzzled, he wanted to eat the whole rabbit banquet and there was an inevitable connection with deducting Wei Ci's salary?

It's June, and the grass is plentiful, and hares are everywhere.

Looking carefully, even Liu Zhao's archery waste wood hit one by mistake.

Two hundred guards went to catch it together, but in half an hour they caught more than fifty hares.

Liu Zhao muttered, he said, "Even if the little brother eats his stomach open, he won't be able to eat so many ......."

Jiang Pengji asked people to roast the hare, and she and Liu Zhao kept five, and the others were divided.

"There are so many hares in the border grasslands of Chongzhou, and there should be more in the northern Xinjiang. ”

Jiang Pengji chewed the rabbit leg, looked in the direction of the northern frontier, and squinted with a smile.

"Definitely, the abundant pastures are all over the northern Xinjiang, which attracts these little rabbits even more. ”

Liu Zhao is still dressed as a noble son, and when he eats rabbit meat, he has to take out the delicate silverware he carries with him, and the plates he uses are still jade with a transparent texture. Liu She reprimanded him for being extravagant more than once, and was glad that he had a sister to protect him, and his little life was nourishing.

"Really—"

Jiang Pengji smiled meaningfully.

Liu Zhao trembled, cut a few slices of rabbit meat with a knife, evenly smeared the seasoning, and skewered it to roast out the oil, which was fragrant.

"Sister, honor your old rabbit meat. ”

"I didn't hurt you in vain. ”

After eating the roast rabbit, Jiang Pengji and the others returned to the barracks.

After three or four years of development, northern Xinjiang gradually recovered from the blow of horse plague, and major horse farms also began to produce war horses.

In less than three years, they will be able to have the capital to wield troops in the Central Plains.

Jiang Pengji wanted to take advantage of the opportunity when Northern Xinjiang didn't catch that breath, and preemptively pressed them on the grassland to rub them.

Dongqing has been divided, the various princes have supported their own troops, and the northern frontier is not without the strength to enter the Central Plains.

However, as long as Jiang Pengji is in one day, they can only dream.

Jiang Pengji strode into the main tent and said to the people beside him, "Quickly call the two military advisors over and say that there is something important to discuss." ”