Mr. Yuanjing looked at the koi swimming in the pond in the courtyard with a gentle expression. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"It's good to be back. ”

Han Yuren is fine, but his spirit is a little sad.

"The apprentice was not filial, and the master was implicated, and he almost missed his reputation for a lifetime. ”

Seeing Han Yu kneeling on the ground, Mr. Yuanjing sneered, "Get up, I've never seen you so well-behaved in the past." ”

Han Yu was worried in his heart, he couldn't figure out what his master would use to exchange for his safety in the northern frontier.

If this matter is hyped up by people, saying that Mr. Yuanjing secretly has a secret relationship with Northern Xinjiang, it will be bad.

"It's okay, the letter written for the teacher won't become a handle to be constrained, what are you doing so carefully?"

After Han Yu heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Mr. Yuanjing beckoned to him and said, "Come to the master, come closer." ”

Han Yu did as he was told, getting closer, and Mr. Yuanjing raised his right hand to pinch the flesh or bones on his face, making his face a little painful.

After a long time, Mr. Yuanjing showed a complicated expression that he didn't know whether it was joy or worry, which made Han Yu very puzzled.

"Go down, it's okay, call Zixiao. ”

Letting go of his hand, Mr. Yuanjing turned his head to feed the pond koi, and did not look at Han Yu.

Han Yu had never seen such a Mr. Yuanjing, and he was uneasy in his heart, but he still obediently went to inform Wei Ci to come over.

"Sure enough, it's different. ”

Unexpectedly, as soon as he met him, Wei Ci said this to him.

"What's different?" Han Yu was a little creepy when he stared at him.

"It'......s nothing," Wei Ci lowered his eyebrows and said, "Since Master called me over, it is inconvenient for me to let him wait for a long time." ”

Leaving Han Yu, who was full of misice, Wei Ci sighed lightly in his heart, and the dark clouds in his heart gradually dissipated.

Han Yu wondered, "One or two...... It's so weird......"

"The world is so big that there are no surprises. The same person, in just a few days, his face has changed greatly, and he always feels that he has lived in vain for decades...... "As soon as Wei Ci approached, Mr. Yuanjing had already discovered him, and said with emotion, "Zixiao, you said that this catastrophe is a blessing or a curse?"

Wei Ci said, "For Dongqing, it is a blessing rather than a blessing, and for Wenbin, it is a blessing rather than a curse." ”

The unexpected death of the prince of Zhenbei Houfu was completely beyond Wei Ci's expectations, and he didn't have to think about it to know that after this fuse was ignited, Dongqing's form in the next few years would become so severe, and the pace of the troubled times was far earlier than he remembered.

Blessings and misfortunes depend on each other, Dongqing is unlucky, but Han Yu bargains.

Wei Ci left Dongqing early that year, but he maintained correspondence with his good classmates, and he knew what happened to them.

Han Yu is responsible for the doom of raiding his family and exterminating his family.

In terms of physiognomy alone, he is blessed, there is a peach blossom robbery in the inner courtyard, the husband and wife palace is declining, and he is destined to die in his prime because of the disaster of women.

In fact, it is true that Han Yu was put down in middle age because of the rebellion of his wife, and after his deeds were revealed, he wrote a self-crime and committed suicide by swallowing gold.

Wei Ci studied under Yuanjing, and he was also quite accomplished in physiognomy, so he could naturally see the changes in Han Yu's face.

Mr. Yuanjing smiled and said, "Looking at it this way, Liu Xi is really the son of heaven." ”

Wei Ci whispered but affirmed, "She is." ”

After hearing this, Mr. Yuanjing was first pleased, and then showed a complicated color, "It is still an uncarved piece of jade, although Liu Zhongqing has been guided by it, after all, it has little effect, and it is fierce and ruthless." If there is no change, I am afraid that it will not be the king of eternity......"

Wei Ci was silent, could he say that His Majesty had already restrained a lot?

She is not the Emperor of the World, and she is not even close to the side of the Emperor.

History books have mixed reputations, some praise her for being open-minded, and some denigrate her for tyranny.

The former is debatable, and the latter has a bad track record.

Mr. Yuanjing tilted his head, as if thinking, this action is suspected of maliciously selling cuteness for a man in his forties and fifties, but it complements each other when placed on this person with an unusually young and energetic mentality.

Wei Ci whispered, "That's a jade, not a stone." No matter how carved the stubborn stone is, the essence is still the stubborn stone, but the jade is different. ”

He didn't know where the change had occurred, but he could see the change in Jiang Pengji.

After hearing this, Mr. Yuanjing smiled kindly, raised his hand and knocked on Wei Ci's head.

"Hearts and mouths are different. ”

Wei Ci lowered his head, his face was confused.

The news that Han Yu was out of danger naturally spread throughout Shangjing, and those who paid close attention to this matter received the news.

"I don't know what Mr. Yuanjing wrote, but it made Beijiang easily soften......"

Feng Jin, a wounded man, had a comfortable life, although he was a little depressed when he couldn't participate in the assessment, but he quickly adjusted his mentality.

Others were still struggling to write, and when he was holding the book and reading it all night, he drank a little wine and fought with Jiang Pengji on the chessboard.

Jiang Pengji pursed her lips and said, "That group of people in Northern Xinjiang have muscles in their heads, and they can make such a reckless man bow his head, and the content given by Mr. Yuanjing must be to the point." A slap in the face, the kind that the other party still doesn't dare to speak. ”

Jiang Pengji judged that she had almost missed it, even the matter of Mr. Yuanjing.

Feng Jin was curious and said, "Then guess what he wrote?"

"I guess, I guess there are three possibilities. First, the strategy of attacking the city and defeating the enemy cuts the key points in the hinterland of northern Xinjiang, but no matter how wonderful the plan is, it must have this force to execute, if Mr. Yuanjing presents the strategy of defeating the enemy's northern Xinjiang, deterrence is the mainstay, and silently conveys a sentence - see it, such a plan can kill you, Dongqing can't do it, the old man can take refuge in the country that can kill you. ”

Feng Jin was amused by Jiang Pengji's vivid simulation, and almost choked.

Jiang Pengji muttered, "Second, maybe it's some secret of the Northern Imperial Court?"

Feng Jin finally restrained her smile and asked her, "What about the third?"

He knew that Jiang Pengji was talking nonsense, but people just showed a serious expression, which made him laugh.

"Thirdly, I read a piece of history at home before. The three tribes in northern Xinjiang are the descendants of the Qiang Wu tribe in the former dynasty, brave and good at fighting, one by one fierce and fierce, when the Sixteen Kingdoms were in turmoil, they burned and looted, raped silver women, fed women to satisfy hunger, and even captive girls for their heirs, in just a few decades, the population expanded from less than 200,000 to more than 3 million ......"

Feng Jin listened carefully, and he also knew this history, but it had nothing to do with the topic, right?

Jiang Pengji took a sip of tea, moistened her lips, and continued, "The Qiang Wu clan has a huge and elite rattan armor cavalry in their hands, and the rattan armor is made in a special way by the Qiang Wu clan, which is lighter than ordinary armor and difficult for knives and guns to penetrate. These rattan cavalry were very difficult to deal with, and became a sharp weapon for them to cross the north. In the end, they even wanted to rely on the power of the rattan armor cavalry to wave the troops in the Central Plains, and claim the king and hegemony, for a while, the gods blocked and killed the gods, the Buddha blocked and killed the Buddhas, and no one could stop them......"

Feng Jin thought about it in his mind and said, "Vine armor cavalry, Jin has heard of it. In the end, 500,000 rattan armored cavalry died in the Sichuan Plain......"

500,000 is an exaggeration, but it's certainly not a small amount.

It was the history of the end of the troubled era of the Sixteen Kingdoms, 500,000 rattan cavalry, swept half of the Central Plains, and finally Xu was set on fire by the founding prime minister of the Great Xia Dynasty, Emperor Fu Fengmin, surrounded and burned the Qichuan Plain, and no one survived.

Jiang Peng smiled solemnly, "If I were Mr. Yuanjing, I wouldn't need to say anything else, just one sentence - do you remember that a fire in the Qichuan Plain extinguished the ancestors' ambitions to enter the Central Plains?"

After hearing this, Feng Jin was stunned for a while, and said, "Have the three clans in Northern Xinjiang rebuilt the vine armor cavalry?"

Thinking of the horror of the rattan armor cavalry in the history books, Feng Jin felt that his scalp was about to explode.

Although the northern Xinjiang is not a good place, it is rich in high-quality horses, and it is not difficult to form a surprise army.

The terrain of Dongqing is so gentle, if the rattan cavalry breaks through the northern defense line and allows them to enter the hinterland of Dongqing, they will not be able to stop it.

Jiang Pengji shook her head, thinking back to the warriors in the northern frontier she had seen before, the armor on their bodies was different, and she couldn't remember what was wrong at that time, she went back and flipped through the books collected by Cheng Cheng, and saw the history of the Qichuan Plain, so she remembered.

Jiang Pengji said, "The weakness of the vine armor cavalry is too obvious, and the Qiang Wu clan has planted a heel on it, where can the three clans in Northern Xinjiang be so stupid?"

In fact, according to Jiang Pengji's observation that night, the "rattan armor" made by the three tribes in northern Xinjiang does not seem to be very afraid of fire.

"If Mr. Yuanjing does this, at most it will be a warning to them - Xiaoxiao, you want to play with the old man's brains, you are still too tender. ”

Feng Jin: "Poof-"

Tea spray, he really didn't mean it.