In the first month of the second year of Jianwen, it should have been a time for a family reunion to celebrate the New Year, but the Yan army in Beiping and the southern army in Dezhou sounded the horn, sharpened the armor, gathered the soldiers, and set off as a whole army.

In Dezhou City, the commander Teng Ju stood on the temporary point platform, looking down at the ten thousand sons under his command, and he couldn't tell what it was like in his heart.

Sadness, unwillingness, and anger all turned into a long sigh in the end.

has the ambition to serve the country and pacify Yan Rebellion, but when he meets a coach like Li Jinglong, he can only be regarded as unlucky.

This trip is a life-threatening life, and if you return with a fate, you may not be able to get a good end. It's not a pity to die, if you are slandered again, bear an infamy, and become a stepping stone for others to advance, it is the real June Flying Snow that will not be blind.

"Commander, the hour has come."

A thousand households who have followed Teng Ju for many years stepped forward with a knife, his face was not obvious, and his heart was also not angry.

Li Jinglong is really not a thing! Except for the hereditary titles and the prestige left by the ancestors, there is no ability to command the army at all!

Sending 10,000 foot soldiers to march into Datong is simply not what to do!

King Yan and King Jin, which one is easy to mess with? Even if the two vassal kings are fighting among themselves, collecting 10,000 people is just chopping melons and vegetables.

Besiege? More unlikely.

Datong is an important border defense area, 10,000 people are attacking the city, and I am afraid that I will be shot into a sieve by bows and arrows before I even touch the city gate. No matter what happened in private, the king of Jin was still a vassal king of the imperial court on the surface, and he was fully armed to wander around his territory, didn't he give the other party an excuse to rebel with King Yan?

Even if it's only 10,000 people, that's an army!

The imperial court has sent an army, so you can't sit at home and wait for death, right? He's not the nerd of King Xiang!

Hao Qianhu didn't understand whether Li Jinglong was on the emperor's side or had secretly taken refuge in King Yan, how did he give such an idiot's order?

"All the troops are leaving!"

Teng Ju originally wanted to say something, but when the words came to his lips, he felt that it was unnecessary.

Anyway, it's the same end, so why disturb the morale of the military?

Meng Qingjiang, Gao Fu and others were all in the advancing ranks, wearing the jackets of the Southern Army, holding spears and waist knives, which were inconspicuous.

The 10,000 people that Li Jinglong gave to Teng Ju were mainly pieced together from the defeated army that had retreated from Beiping. In a short period of time, it was able to achieve orders and prohibitions and form a certain combat effectiveness, which shows that Teng Ju's troop and command ability is not ordinary.

It's a pity that no matter how good a person is, he can't stretch his hands and feet under Li Jinglong.

Want to make the most of your skills? Wait for the next life.

Protest? Who cares about you. If you violate the military order, your head will hit the ground immediately, and you will go to the Hades Palace to reason.

With the north wind howling, Teng Ju's team set off.

Snowflakes fell, and 10,000 southern troops embarked on the road of no return to Datong. Whether to live or die is not something they can decide from now on.

In the big tent of the Chinese army, Li Jinglong spread out the paper and polished the ink himself, and the sad face of many days disappeared, replaced by a relaxed smile.

How to write it, he already has a draft.

Today's team departs, and tomorrow, this recital can be sent.

Next, just wait for the "battle situation" in the Datong direction to come back. If they are all dead, they will serve the country loyally, and the court will definitely order a reward. If he can come back alive, whether he fights bravely to break out of the encirclement or escapes cowardly, it only depends on whether Teng Ju knows each other.

Thinking of this, the smile on Li Jinglong's face gradually disappeared, put down the ink strip, and wiped his hands. If it weren't for the emotions in the army, it wouldn't be Teng Ju who would lead the troops this time, it would be Qu Neng.

After the Battle of Beiping, Qu Neng has always been dissatisfied with Li Jinglong. With Qu Neng's official position and military qualifications, Li Jinglong couldn't easily dispose of him, so he could only grit his teeth secretly.

The longer you endure, the deeper the hatred. Li Jinglong swore that once he had the opportunity, he would make Qu Neng never turn over.

When 10,000 southern troops entered the territory of the Jin king, Teng Ju became more and more cautious. No matter what Li Jinglong thinks, he must fulfill the responsibility of a general.

Teng Ju didn't want to die, and as the army got closer and closer to Datong, this thought became more and more violent. He thought of Chen Hui again, as long as there is a glimmer of life, no one will be willing to be cannon fodder.

The wind was getting colder and colder, as if it was about to freeze everything.

Heavy snow blocked the road ahead, and Teng Ju had to order the team to stop for a while and wait until the strikers returned from exploring the path before continuing their advance.

The jackets on the Southern Army couldn't withstand the biting chill at all, it was fashionable in Texas, and further north, the icy weather would kill them.

Everyone unconsciously huddled together, so that at least it would be warmer.

A terrible wolf howl was suddenly heard in the distance, and Meng Qingjiang and Gao Fu and the four of them spelled a secret signal to each other, leaving inconspicuous marks on the places where the team passed, either on the trees, or a few stones showing the snow. This is the usual mark of the border army, which was used to deal with the Tartars, and now it is used on the body of the Southern army.

The striker returns and the team continues to set off.

Meng Qingjiang wanted to take the initiative to explore the way for the team, but Gao Fu stopped him.

"You don't have to go out, you're already on the wrong path."

The two of them spoke in a low voice, Ji Gang followed behind them, trembling and tightening his jacket, he was already so cold that he couldn't speak.

The team gradually disappeared into the wind and snow, and no one noticed it, and a Yan cavalry followed.

Outside the city of Beiping, in the sound of a long horn, King Yan led the army to set off. His destination was not Datong, but Ulju.

Zhu Gaochi saw off the army at the head of the city. After the Battle of Beiping, his prestige in the army increased, and generals such as Zhang Yuzhu and Neng occasionally praised the prince a few words, but they were mostly superficial. In contrast, it is still Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui who are more valued by these generals.

As the army marched, the battle flag was fierce, King Yan was dressed in armor, and Zhu Gaoxu and Zhu Gaosui followed closely beside him.

Zhu Gaochi at the head of the city took a deep breath and clenched his fists, his duty is to guard Beiping, as long as he guards Beiping, no one can shake his position!

"Shizi, it's time to go back."

When the army went away, Wang An saw that Zhu Gaochi had no intention of leaving, so he could only rely on the courage to step forward to remind.

It's so cold, how can the son of the world get the cold?

"Wang An, lonely ......"

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped.

Wang An listened carefully, never followed, looked up carefully, and only saw Zhu Gaochi's back.

"Go home."

"Yes."

What did Shizi want to say just now?

Wang An couldn't guess it, and he didn't dare to ask.

Since the prince raised the army, the prince has been generous but majestic, and the people who serve with him feel the deepest. There are things that could be said before, but not now.

After getting out of the city, the car was already ready.

Zhu Gaochi can ride a horse, but for the sake of both him and the mount, he still chooses to ride most of the time.

The interior of the car is covered with thick mattresses and low tables embedded in the board.

A plate of sorghum cakes and a pot of hot tea have become a must-have in the car.

"Shizi, there are two plates of dim sum here, which were prepared by the princess."

Zhu Gaochi shook his head, picked up the sorghum cake, and said, "Bring it back to the house and give it to the princess, and I will thank the concubine." ”

"Yes."

The wheels press over the snow on the road, and the pedestrians on the side of the road automatically dodge. Looking out of the car window, the city covered in snow and ice was silvery white.

Since he was sensible, such a winter has been deeply imprinted in Zhu Gaochi's memory.

Five years, ten years, and more.

"Wang An."

"The slave is here."

"Gao Wei seems to have been a lot more honest lately?"

"Yes."

"What's going on?"

"The slave dares to guess that it should be Meng Yanshi who is worried about the prince."

"Oh?"

Zhu Gaochi turned his head, he did ask Wang An to reveal Gao Wei's affairs to Meng, but Meng has been recuperating recently, and the army has not caught up with the expedition, when will he go to see Gao Wei?

"He went on his own?"

"Back to the world, it was Zheng Tingshi beside the prince who led Meng Yanshi to go."

"Zheng He?" Zhu Gaochi thought for a while, "Zheng He also followed this expedition?" ”

"Yes."

Zhu Gaochi nodded, and a sorghum cake quickly went down.

"After returning home, please ask Meng to come and see Lone."

"The slave obeys."

How did Meng settle Gao Wei? Zhu Gaochi was very interested.

Dealing with a literati who have a tendon and a great reputation, ordinary means will not work at all. Threatening to lure too young pediatrics, quoting scriptures and classics is purely a waste of time, and it takes a lot of energy to clean up the aftermath.

What means did Meng use on Gao Wei, Zhu Gaochi wanted to know Lu Dao.

While thinking, he picked up another piece of sorghum cake and continued to grind his teeth.

After returning to the palace, Wang An immediately went to invite Meng, not wanting to pounce.

Due to illness, Meng has not been on duty recently, and there is no one in the room, where to find it?

After inquiring about the little eunuch who delivered water and several long-term entourages in the palace, I learned that Meng had been going out at midnight for the past few days and came back after noon. When he went out, he often hummed a little song, and occasionally brought back a few pieces of cloth.

Wang An's eyes rolled, and he knew it.

"Okay, we know what to do."

After sending away the long entourage, Wang An walked quickly towards the place where Gao Wei was being held.

When he arrived at the place, he didn't rush into the door, motioned to the two guards guarding the door not to make a sound, walked to the window and stood still, and looked inside through the crack in the window.

There were two people sitting in the room, and Wang An could clearly see Gao Wei's side. Mr. Gao was angry, blowing his beard and glaring, but he seemed to be worried about something, and he couldn't bear it.

Sitting across from him was Meng, whose face was still a little pale.

Dressed in blue civilian clothes, his hair was neatly combed, holding a teacup, and talking to Gao Wei with a smile.

"I'm really sorry to interrupt for days."

Gao Wei exhaled through his nostrils.

"Just because I admire the old man's knowledge, I can't help it."

Gao Wei continued to squirt.

"Today, the old gentleman doesn't write something?"

Gao Wei glared while snorting, if his gaze could kill, Meng would have been killed without a whole body.

"The old gentleman really doesn't write? It's a shame. ”

Meng said regret in his mouth, his eyes swept over Gao Wei's body, and he sighed, as if he suddenly realized.

"Could it be that the old gentleman doesn't have enough fabric with him? It's okay, isn't there still a public service? The emperor is benevolent, and he will not be angry because the old gentleman tore a piece of clothing. So, even if the old gentleman tears it, he is indeed eager for the old gentleman's ink treasure, no, blood treasure. ”

Gao Wei pointed at Meng, his fingers trembled, and then his whole body trembled, and finally he didn't come up in one breath, rolled his eyes, and fell to the ground with a bang.

Taking a sip of tea slowly, Meng was not in a hurry at all, and only after a while did he get up and bend over, his fingers probing under Gao Wei's nose, and he was still angry.

Sure enough, the vitality is strong.

"Is the old gentleman unwell?" Meng Shishilang straightened up and pretended to sigh, "In this case, the juniors will come back tomorrow." ”

He dusted off his sleeves, pushed open the door, took two steps, stopped, and said to the guard outside the door: "The old gentleman is learning knowledge, don't disturb." ”

"Yes."

"Lunch and dinner should be increased, and the old gentleman should be immersed in learning, and he should also be reminded to eat on time."

"Yes."

Seeing Wang An standing by the window, Meng smiled and said to the guard: "There should be a moon tonight, remember to open the window for Mr. Gao, the old man must be happy to express his ideals to the moon and imagine the future." ”

"Obey."

After a few days, the two guards were already impressed by Meng Yanshi.

Since Gao Wei arrived in Beiping, not only was the prince so angry that he wanted to cut people, but the guards who were ordered to guard him were also extremely irritable.

Picking thorns in the prince all day long, writing blood books without pen and paper, day after day, not a day has ever been broken.

Written materials are not counted, I have to cry every three or five days, crying too - Emperor Zugao, crying Empress Xiaoci Gao, crying and reading at the same time, I can read for two or three hours.

Don't let him cry?

His Royal Highness King Yan held high the banner of Jingnan, but gagged when the ministers of the court cried for their father? If it goes out, it will definitely be another trouble.

When the night is dark and the wind is high, the guards outside the door always grind their teeth while sharpening their knives.

Thinking about it, in the end, he could only sharpen his knife against the moon, and the prince didn't give an order, so he could only let the surname Gao continue to jump.

Days like this are simply torture!

Fortunately, the magic is one foot high and one foot high, and Meng Yi is here!

However, with a few words, the simplest way was to choke Gao Wei's life and let him completely extinguish the fire.

What is the most important thing for a reader? Fame. What do you want most? Face!

What Meng did was not excessive, but he was thinking about Gao Wei everywhere.

First of all, he instructed the people who took care of Gao Wei's daily life that Mr. Gao's meal must be good, four meals a day if three meals are not enough, and then a supper after four meals.

Secondly, Mr. Gao is loyal to the imperial court, and his willingness to eat the food of the palace is already very face-saving, so he should not send clothes, shoes and socks, so as not to embarrass the old man.

Again, Mr. Gao's high style and brightness must be disdainful of the service of the prince's entourage. So, wash your face, wash your hair and socks, sir, you can do it yourself.

At first, Gao Wei didn't find anything wrong, and felt that this would better reflect his integrity. Gradually, the problem was revealed little by little.

The clothes brought from Nanjing, especially the underwear, were almost torn by themselves, and even two civilian clothes were torn, and they could only wear official clothes every day.

When I bit my finger to write a bloody book, I was hearty, but when I washed, I was heartbroken, and I was hurting my heart while pinching my nose while washing my socks, and my fingers were not ordinarily painful.

The wound was quickly red and swollen, and the good doctor of the royal palace came quickly with the medicine box, and without saying a word, he pricked two needles first.

Gao Wei's face was full of horror, he hurt his fingers, what did he do to prick his head and soles of his feet?! Could it be that King Yan is finally going to torture him?

The old gentleman gritted his teeth, his anger sank into the dantian, the literati were arrogant, and although he had the means, he could bear it!

Gao Wei cooperated so much, the good doctor of the palace was very satisfied, and specially wrapped his ten fingers into turnips.

"Raise it slowly, you must raise it well."

Splitting the ten spindle-like fingers, Mr. Gao was speechless for a long time.

If you can't use your fingers, how can he write blood books, with your feet?

What's more, the clothes are almost torn, and he doesn't see the palace send them to him, continue to tear them, how can he see people, naked?

Gao Wei was full of sorrow and sighed to the moon.

Meng learned that he naturally met his "requirements", and spent every night at a fixed time, looking at the stars and the moon for an hour, expressing his ideals and imagining the future.

Feeling lonely? No problem, there are royal guards with knives to accompany you. They are all handsome and fierce, and their smiles are kind and hideous.

Will you catch a cold? There is ginger soup, and there is a good doctor in the palace, and Mr. Gao will never let him sneeze!

Rao is like this, after a few days, Gao Wei's voice is also hoarse, and he can hardly make a sound.

Speak bluntly, weep? It's an impossible task.

Crying blood? It's possible.

Even if he is tossed like this, every day there are big fish and big meat, Gao Wei still grows meat at a speed that is visible to the naked eye. If he has the opportunity to return to Beiping, I am afraid that he will not even be recognized by his family.

From a yellow-melon to a watermelon, is it conceivable?

So, the blood book stopped, the crying was gone, the guards were no longer irritable, and the prince didn't want to cut people.

Dao Yan is very happy, he is sincere, and he has accepted the apprentice.

King Yan was also very satisfied, he was in a good mood, and he took his men to smash the field and grab the turf.

The only one who has words of suffering is Gao Wei.

"Obeying the orders of the prince, I will definitely meet all the requirements of Mr. Gao and make him feel at home. After a few days, Mr. Gao was also quite satisfied, deeply felt the kindness of the prince, and did not mention the dismissal of the army. ”

Meng stood in front of Zhu Gaochi, his expression was calm, and he reversed black and white in a clear manner.

Zhu Gaochi almost forgot the teacup in his hand, and waited until Meng finished speaking, then slowly exhaled.

"Meng Yanshi."

"Humble duty."

"You really don't consider abandoning martial arts?"

"Hui Shizi, he is a military man, he is only shallow in his studies, and he can't be a civil official."

"Humble."

"The son of the world praises falsely, and the lowly will continue to work hard."

“……”

Putting down the teacup, Zhu Gaochi fell into deep thought.

Should I leave the things that my father has given him to do? I always feel that my conscience is a little too bad to go......

Zhu Gaochi didn't speak, and Meng also stood quietly.

After a long time, Zhu Gaochi finally made up his mind. Conscience can be put aside first, and completing what his father has explained is the most important thing.

"Wang An."

"The slave is here."

"Bring over the dossier and things that my father gave to Gu."

"Yes."

Wang An withdrew and soon came back with a box, "Shizi, it's all here." ”

"Yes." Zhu Gaochi waved his hand and motioned for Wang An to go down.

Meng looked at the box on the table suspiciously, two palms were big, and the style was very ordinary, except for the wrapped copper horn and a copper lock, there was not even a pattern on it.

"Meng Yanshi, my father handed over this matter to Gu before leaving, and Gu really couldn't think of a way, so I had to ask you for help."

"Don't dare to be humble, even if the son of the world commands!"

Can't Meng be modest for a few more words, Zhu Gaochi has already opened the box and pushed it in front of him.

After just one glance, the sweat on Meng's head came down.

The contents of the box were not surprising, a fairly neat stack of white paper, occasionally mixed with a few sheepskins.

The white paper is very similar to the content on the sheepskin, with a very rough stick figure drawn on the left, and an equally rough sheep on the right. Eye-catching numbers are placed next to the people and sheep, and there are handprints under the numbers.

"These are the ones presented by the chief of the Duoyan Sanwei Qu." Zhu Gaochi took them out one by one in front of Meng, his expression was very melancholy, "For the sake of the stability of the army's morale and the great cause of my father, I should meet their requirements." However, there is a lot of grain in the palace warehouse, but there are not so many sheep. ”

Meng silently wiped his sweat, the behavior of these Mongolian strong men, to put it bluntly, was to take a white slip to the door to ask for accounts.

At the beginning, it was agreed, the people also cut it down, and the handprints were pressed, and the sheep that should be given can't be repaid!

Zhu Di was very single, and he threw it directly to his son.

Zhu Gaochi was also a bachelor, and when he found Meng who had negotiated with Duoyan Sanwei, he opened his mouth and said: "There are no sheep left in the prince's family!" ”

What else can Meng do? Looking for a home again?

I'm sorry, Zheng He followed the prince to grab the territory, and the monk Daoyan was still thinking about turning him into the unscrupulous sect, and it was too late to hide.

When Shen Xuan left, he said that he could find a way to push it first, but the current situation clearly did not allow him to do so.

Meng Shishilang gritted his teeth and went on.

"The son of the world has a life, and he dare not disobey his humble duties. But the matter is big, so let's go back and think about it. ”

"Okay, I'm waiting for the good news of Meng Yan's affairs."

"I will do my best."

Exiting the door, Meng directly gave himself a slap in the face, making you snort, should!

Outside Datong City, the Yan army led by Shen Xuan and Yang Duo had opened its mouth, just waiting for the arrival of its prey. The prince intends to rein in the southern army led by Teng Ju, and the most effective and fastest way is to slap Teng Ju with a dull stick, beat him with a blue nose and swollen face, and then convince people.

The army led by King Yan has arrived at the city of Ulju, and the 20,000 troops are not sure of attacking the city, and there are more defenders in the city than the Yan army, but they have no will to resist at all. As soon as the Yan army set up camp, the commander Wang Zhong and Li Yuan sent people to come, expressing their willingness to surrender the city and follow the prince to the martyrdom.

Without spending a single soldier, King Yan took Ulzhou.

At the same time, the team commanding Teng Ju lost its way in the vast snow and trudged with difficulty.

The cold wind froze the riverbed, the ice was covered with snowflakes, the dark clouds obscured the sun, and it was so white that it was impossible to discern the direction.

Many of the Confederate soldiers were frostbitten, and more and more people fell to the snow and never got up again.

The Yan army that followed behind has not been discovered, and when they see the frozen Southern army, they will stop, as long as there is still a breath, there is still hope for survival.

Teng Ju rode on the horse, from luck to disappointment, from disappointment to despair. At this moment, he even hoped to meet Yan Jun. Even if you are defeated and killed, it is better than freezing to death!

It's too much to die like this!

Meng Qingjiang and Gao Fu were finally incorporated into the forward and were ordered to explore the way. The heavy snow in front of him is nothing to the experienced Gao Fu.

deliberately took the army around Datong in a circle, and Gao Fu asked Meng Qingjiang to report to Teng Ju, and Datong City was ahead.

Teng Ju's spirits perked up, and the southern army suddenly gained strength.

There was no need for the officer to open his throat and give an order, and the whole army accelerated at the same time. Rushing to Datong City is not to fight, nor to fulfill the commander's orders, but to survive!

As long as he can live, he will be captured by the Yan army and rebel with King Yan, and there will be absolutely no problem!

Towards Datong, let's run!

When Shen Xuan and Yang Duo found Teng Ju's team and were about to charge, the southern army that also found them stopped and lost their weapons and armor, with a very clear attitude and surrender!

Shen Xuan and Yang Duo were speechless.

It's like holding back enough strength to fight with your opponent, but you pick up the guy but find that the fierce man suddenly becomes a soft girl, how can you fight this fight?

Teng Ju jumped off the war horse, untied his saber, and walked in front of Shen Xuan, his lips trembling, and his eyes were full of tears.

Shen Xuan silently accepted Teng Ju's surrender and silently patted him on the shoulder.

To be honest, he was also aggrieved.

I want to fight but can't, it's too uncomfortable for the general.

It was a failed ambush, but a successful surrender.

The 10,000 Southern Army led by Teng Ju finally succeeded in "rendezvous" with the Yan Army as Meng Shishilang expected.

At this moment, Meng Shishilang didn't feel any joy, he was sitting at the table, looking at the pile of white stripes in front of him and worried.

It's hard for a sheep to suffocate a hero!