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Wang Jingzhi walked with elegant and clear steps, walking slowly, with a light smile on his lips, walking very slowly, and looking at Pei Liang with a smile in his deep and clear eyes.

"Yasuyuki! Pei Liang shouted excitedly, walked in front of Wang Jingzhi in a few steps, held Wang Jingzhi's arms with both hands, and laughed loudly: "Seeing that you are in good spirits, can this road go smoothly?" ”

Wang Jingzhi said with a smile: "With you, it is naturally a lot smoother to explore the way." He looked at the sinuous scar on Pei Liang's face, his eyebrows moved, and he said slowly: "Who hurt you?" ”

Pei Liang said with a smile: "Qianqin Xiao'er, don't be afraid. Then he turned his eyes to the great boat, which was already on the shore, and his servants put their suits on the wagon, and drove the wagon to the boat.

With the migration of a large number of northern scholars and common people to the south, the Hu regimes in the north rose one after another, and in just a few months, more than a dozen small states emerged, completely occupying the area of North China, until the "Weishui" and "Jingshui" Jin people were defeated step by step.

Xianbei Yufu Mu Liguo "Qianyan" occupied the five cities of Changli, Thorn City, Yecheng, Longcheng and Jicheng, and established himself as Emperor Wenchang.

Fu Hong, a native of Guanzhong, occupied the five cities of Fangzhou, Chang'an, Jinyang, Nan'an, and Huangzhou, and established the country as Qianqin, claiming to be the king of the Three Qins.

A dozen other regimes, large and small, are dizzying.

Wang Jingzhi's eyes were fixed, and after thinking for a moment, Pei Liang didn't tell him about the encounter with the Di people, he shouldn't want him to worry, Wang Jingzhi's lips pursed into a line, and said slowly: "The former Qin style is big, it's good if you can be safe and sound, and you can take those soldiers out of trouble with you if you lack soldiers and major generals." When you arrive in Jinling, I will ask for credit for you. ”

Pei Liang thought about the faces of those scholars, and for no reason he was bored for a while, and his face turned cold and said: "I am a disciple of a poor family, if there is no recommendation from the right army of the king, how can I be today?" He paused slightly, and said with a smile: "Now it should be called Lord Wang Situ." ”

His sword eyebrows frowned slightly, and the ghostly heroic silhouette was filled with deep boredom, and he said in a deep voice: "I'm really tired of the power scheme, I only hope to be able to lead troops to fight and recover the Central Plains as soon as possible. He paused, and then said, "After returning to Jinling to report on my work this time, I am ready to leave immediately to join Li Zhong." I wanted to ask Wang Jingzhi if he would return to the Iron Flame Army, thinking about it, Wang Jingzhi had been in the Iron Flame Army for more than three years, and he didn't think he would go back again, so he swallowed back the last sentence.

Wang Jingzhi's eyebrows furrowed slightly, did he leave? It won't be easy to think about. Now that the situation is chaotic, Jinshang will transfer the few generals who can fight back to Jinling, is it really as simple as reporting on their work?

Pei Liang, a son of a poor family, was originally under Wang Jingzhi's grandfather, Wang Xizhi, the right general of Huiji, and was a small general.

Three years ago, when the court changed and the politics were in turmoil.

The former Hussar General of the Iron Flame Army died under the sword of the Hu people, and the 50,000 soldiers of the Iron Flame Army were leaderless, and there was chaos for a while.

Today knows that most of the nobles are noble, and there are very few people who can really lead the troops to fight hard. Only then was Pei Liang promoted to the general of the Iron Flame Army Hussars. Pei Liang was prompted by Wang Xizhi and wrote a letter asking Wang Jingzhi to help him reorganize the Iron Flame Army.

Since then, there has been a deep friendship between the two for three years.

Wang Jingzhi thought about Xie Gong'an again when he was laying out his own layout, and suddenly retreated to Dongshan bravely, and his eyebrows unconsciously became tighter and tighter.

"Let's go! ”

A shout not far away, followed by three loud whips.

Everyone joined hands and finally boarded the boat.

At this time, hundreds of homeless people gathered around the river, they were ragged, their faces were yellow and thin, but their eyes were shining, and some people were in tears, they held rice grain in their hands and knelt on the ground to the boat that was gradually moving away, and shouted in unison: "Thank you Yang girl for giving food!" ”

"Thank you Yang Girl for the food!" ”

"Thank you Yang Girl for the food!" ”

"Thank you Yang Girl for the food!" ”

The voices of the boys, the old, the young women, and the young boys, drowned out the sound of the pulp paddling through the mountains.

The shouts echoed among the mountains and greens, echoing in everyone's hearts.

Yang Yu jumped on the top of the boat lightly, his eyebrows frowned slightly, the roots of his ears were slightly red, and he raised his voice: "Father, get up quickly." Her voice was as clear as broken jade, and even the common people who bowed their heads and thanked couldn't help but look up tentatively slightly, but this raise of their eyes was shocked by the girl in front of them who looked bright and graceful.

Yang Yu turned his eyes to look at the river, then looked at the displaced people, pointed to the middle and lower reaches, and said: "Go down the river, go to the depths of Shudi, or there is a way to live." "In my previous life, I overheard that the scholars and commoners who moved south to settle down would re-establish a county in the depths of Shu, but in just a few years, the depths of Shu became prosperous.

The common people looked at Yang Yu's luxurious flying hair, and only felt that this girl should be a goddess, how could the words spoken by the nobles be false?

Everyone responded, "Yes!" ”

An old man with an old woman in his hand, two people with gray hair, holding a wooden cane, chased the boat into the riverside, looked at Yang Yu's departing figure and shouted: "The girl is safe!" His voice was desolate and hoarse, but every word fell to the bottom of people's hearts, making the tip of the nose sour.

"Let's go! Yang Yu waved his hand, with a deep sadness on his face.

The boat went farther and farther off the shore.

The common people who were miles away supported each other, followed the direction pointed out by Yang Yu, and set out on the road again.

Although the boat is big, the line in the rolling Yangtze River but still can't stop the bumps and swaying, the scholars come from the north, the weekday mileage boat is accustomed to the small river on the turbulent lake, Cheng Zhou crossed the river is the first time, but the excitement of a moment, vomiting sound one after another.

The fragrant dressed scholars were accustomed to being pampered, and they all turned pale, leaning on the side of the boat and vomiting, and the servants around their sides handed handkerchiefs and tea from time to time.

If this scene is really described in words, there is only one sentence that falls to the ground, and it is unbearable.

On the other side of the boat, there are several scholars, they stand in the wind, with a lacquered sarong crown on their heads, wearing wide clothes and belts, the river breeze blows, and the corners of their gowns fly. These people are all clear and elegant, but their expressions are heartwarming.

The river carries the boats and wood, and the wood pulp sways, pulling the homeland and the old people farther and farther away.

They watched, their hearts thought, and they shed tears.

The Han people pay attention to taking root, pay attention to their parents not traveling far away, pay attention to ancestral homes, ancestral shrines, and ancestral tombs, they are accustomed to their ancestors living on the same land for generations, and at this moment, they can only shed tears when they see their homeland invaded by the Hu people.

This moment is a moment of silence.

The clothes crossed to the south, the scholars moved south, and how much blood and tears were in it.

Yang Yu thought of this, her eyes couldn't help but be red, she pursed her lips, her face was sad but resolute: "The Jin people are endless, the Great Jin is endless!" ”

Huan Qiurong grabbed Yang Yu's sleeve tightly, although he couldn't resist the gaging like those girls' delicate boats, but his face was also miserable. As soon as he heard Yang Yu's words, Huan Qiurong's tears rolled down from the deer-like eyes in a blink of an eye, and he said fiercely in his heart: "Recovering the rivers and mountains is just around the corner!" ”

Ah Tong helped Mrs. Kong out of the dock, and when she heard the words of the two, her eyes couldn't help but look at the faint land, and said in a low voice: "Can you really recover the rivers and mountains?" ”

Mrs. Kong slowly turned her face to look at Ah Tong, and said sternly: "If you don't have this belief, it will really be in vain for the prince to consolidate the monarch and the ministers for your Sima family and maintain the imperial family." It's also in vain that you have been away from home for many years to study. ”

The prince in the mouth of Confucius is the Wang Dao of the Langya Wang family, he assisted the first emperor to stabilize the regime, assisted Langya, and successively pacified the "Eight Kings Rebellion" and "Wang Dun Rebellion". It is precisely because of this that there is the sentence "The king and the horse share the world." ”

Ah Tong Xiuya's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she raised her voice: "Ah Tong swears that in this life, he will work hard to serve the king, and he will never die with the Hu people!" ”

Ah Tong is still young, but his eyes are firm, and as soon as this statement comes out, he has a great momentum of being invincible in the world.

Mrs. Kong's excited face turned into a smile and said, "Child, remember today's oath!" ”

Ah Tong watched the soldiers shed tears on their clothes, and the land gradually drifted away, and this scene was deeply rooted in his soul. (To be continued.) )