The breeze is delicate, with a faint sweet taste. The grass is smoky, and there is no word who will rely on the column.

I don't know how long I slept, Zhao Xingde opened his eyes, and Zhou He's strange face came into view. He smiled a little awkwardly, it was really rude that he fell asleep while waiting to see Tianyan again. It's just that there are many accounts, and Zhao Xingde has no regrets, and secretly makes the energy in the five-bird drama run through the whole body, feeling refreshed, and the fatigue of staying up late is gone, this little sleep is worth it.

"General Zhou," Zhao Xingde arched his hand, "but has the Holy Lord summoned him?" ”

"Your Majesty has other important matters," Zhou He said politely, "Zhao Hou, please go back." "Zhao Xingde is full of right and wrong, although Zhao Qi wants to include him in the group, but he will not act so blatantly. Zhao Qi originally had a reputation for having a buoyant temperament, and the courtiers would not be surprised, most of them were just when His Majesty suddenly became curious about Zhao Xingde.

"Okay." Zhao Xingde stood up, there was not much loss on his face, and before going out, he smiled at the palace maid. Rong Ma has been handsome for many years, even if he closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, Zhao Xingde still vaguely felt a curious gaze, but he did not suddenly open his eyes to scare her, but continued to close his eyes and fell asleep. Even on the battlefield where the two armies clashed, he could fall asleep. After the establishment of Ezhou, Chen Dong and others insisted that eunuchs should no longer be used in the palace in order to eradicate the eunuchs. Looking at the palace maid's blushing cheeks, Zhao Xingde secretly thought that if there was a eunuch standing next to him just now, it would not be so interesting.

Walking out of the warm pavilion, the sun was dazzling, Zhao Xingde found that it was noon at this time, and he had slept for nearly two hours, he glanced at Zhou He apologetically, I don't know if His Majesty waited for two hours before he realized that the Marquis of Wuchang had been waiting in the warm pavilion, or Zhou He saw that he was pretending to sleep, but he did not wake up rashly, and had been waiting beside him, knowing that the Marquis of Wuchang had woken up by himself. The two walked through the imperial garden side by side, because the climate of Ezhou is warm and humid, although it is the middle of winter, it is still full of green, although the forbidden middle is not very open, but the garden structure is exquisite, you can see the strange stone bricks everywhere, the winding path is secluded, it can be seen that although the system of the reality of the hypocrisy, the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Industry have spent a lot of effort on the construction of the palace room. Although Zhao Qi is a powerless king, he still deserves the respect of the emperor. On the way back, Zhao Xingde felt that Zhou He's attitude towards him had changed slightly, and he seemed to be a little more cautious. He wondered slightly in his heart, but he soon stopped thinking about it, because of Wang Yan, he still had a good impression of the people in the Jinean Mansion, in general.

The street market outside the palace wall was rushing to catch the Lantern Festival, and there were crowds of people everywhere, Zhou He took a team of soldiers from the staff division to escort Zhao Xingde through the endless streets, and everyone was sweating profusely. Densely packed with shops and stalls with all kinds of things, vendors shouting and selling, and the sound of bargaining filled his eardrums, this familiar scene made Zhao Xingde immediately think of the former Bianliang. Because the imperial court convened a great ceremony meeting, the states studied and depicted, and the Qingliu gentry gathered in Ezhou, in order to prevent sudden changes, there were several times more officials on duty on the street than usual. The streets of Ezhou are too narrow and there are too many officials, so in addition to His Majesty's travel, whether it is the prime minister or the carriage and horse of Shangshu, there is no such thing as a clear road, otherwise, it will be blocked all year round, and the people will definitely complain.

In the mansion of the Marquis of Wuchang, Liu Wengu has not come back yet, Zhao Xingde remembers that he and Ma Yuan and others are not going to feast and talk, thinking that it is another night of poetry and wine, and they forget the time. The habits of the Great Song Dynasty people have been passed down from generation to generation, and Zhao Xingde does not think it is resentful. Without the permission of the Ministry of Staff, he couldn't take half a step out of the Hou Mansion, and he had nothing to do, so he took matters into his own hands, opened his luggage, and put the items and books he carried with him into the room.

On the top of the Yellow Crane Mountain, the Yellow Crane Tower is towering and majestic, the upper is based on the Han River, the lower is near the river, the heavy eaves wing pavilion, the four Min Xia is open, sitting on the peep well, overlooking the clouds and smoke, to call Jing Wu the most victorious. Liu Wengu did have a banquet with Ma Yuan and dozens of other officers who knew each other at the Yellow Crane Tower. Ships stand tall on the riverside, servants bring the freshest Yangtze fish to the mountains, and a few moments later, mouth-watering fresh fish are brought into the warm attic. However, there is no such thing as a feast that will never be dissolved, and at the end of the day, the atmosphere has become somber and solemn.

"It's better to be Wengu, follow Lord Zhao with determination, and don't think about where to go." Ma Yuan patted the carved railing and said with a wry smile, "We people don't know where to land if we can't do anything." The future is uncertain, and all the officers are in the same mood, and when they provoke the conversation, they all shake their heads and sigh.

"Master Zhou of the staff didn't reveal the news?" Liu Wengu said with a smile: "If you don't stay in Ezhou Imperial Palace, you will go to the Jiangnan New Army." If you are swaying today, you Yunwen Yunwu, are you still worried that there is no place for it? He has already made up his mind to follow Zhao Xingde, even if Mr. is martyred in Ezhou, he is the one who collects the corpses and guards the tomb. Therefore, despite the most dangerous situation, Liu Wengu let go of his arms, raised his eyes and looked out, only to see that around the Yellow Crane Tower, surrounded by paintings, verandahs and pavilions, the beautiful buildings stand majestically on the yellow bird next to the city wall of Ezhou Zicheng, overlooking the ebb and flow of the river, and the sand gulls and fish are chasing each other among the waves.

"If you don't mention it, Jiangnan New Army, I will never go." Ma Yuan's face showed a hint of disdain, "Lord Liu Guangshi, the envoy of Huaixi Xuanfu, do you know how he recovered Jiangning, Hangzhou and other places?" ”

"Oh?" Liu Wengu said strangely, "How did you recover it?" During Zhao Xingde's house arrest, he has been accompanied by his teacher, serving and serving, only from the newspaper to read that Liu Guangshi served as the Huaixi Xuanfu envoy, after the new Huaixi camp, and the Liao army across the river confrontation, not long after, the Liaoguo East Route Army led the army to retreat north, and the Huaixi army occupied Jiangning Mansion, Hangzhou Mansion and other places. The population of the land recovered by Liu Guangshi is almost on par with Zhao Xingde. Therefore, the imperial court rewarded him heavily, and the Marquis of Qingyuan, the Jin Jue, was also completely due to his father's shadow.

"You don't know," Ma Yuan shook his head and said disdainfully, "Let's go on a northern expedition to the Central Plains to recover Bianliang and thousands of miles of territory, which was fought bloodily one battle after another, and tens of thousands of Liao Kou were killed, and Liao Kou was brutally beaten across the Yellow River." This Huaixi Xuanfu envoy can be tricky. He heard that the Liao army in the southeast was eager to return, but after Yelu Dashi was defeated and retreated, Jiangbei and Huainan were occupied by our army, and the Liao army had no way to return to the north. Therefore, the Huaixi army minted a lot of copper coins called 'Zhaona Xinbao', tried every means to distribute them to the Liao army in the south of the Yangtze River, and informed the Liao army that as long as they held this money as a letter, the Yangtze River crossing, Huaixi and Huainan were all unimpeded, and the gift was sent to the north. In this way, the Liao army retreated north, Yelu Bijie could not suppress the bullet, so he had to retreat across the river, just as I changed the commander towards Bianliang, and the generals of Henan were weak, so they could only strengthen the wall and clear the field, so that the Liao army on the east road retreated to Hebei intact. Ma Yuan shook his head as he spoke, choking his wrist and regretting it. The Liao soldiers invaded the south, and the lives of the people they passed were ruined, and Ma Yuan and others hated not to return their horses. If Liu Guangshi held the defense line of the Yangtze River, cut off the return route of the Liao army, and waited for Han Shizhong's headquarters to go down the river, the two armies would work together, and maybe they could wipe out the Liao army on the east route in the south of the Yangtze River.

"That is, Liu Guangshi is afraid of the enemy like a tiger," another officer named Luo Qujian shook his head and said, "If I am asked to go to Huaixi, I would rather be disarmed and return to the field, or go to the prefecture and county to train troops, and there is a shortage of people to command troops in various regiments." The generals showed a thoughtful look on their faces, and someone echoed: "That is, if it is a boss like Liu Guangshi, it is better to disarm and return to the field." "Whether it's going to school, doing business, being a casual person, why bother to rely on others?" "Let's go to the regiment training, don't leave the land of Sangzi, and don't be so strict in the army." In fact, Liu Guangshi was lax in governing the army, and took great care of the capable officers, even to the point of connivance. When the Huaixi Army was first established, in order to recruit troops, whether it was the bandits and thieves who occupied the mountains as the king, or the rebel army that rose up, or the scattered routs, he recruited all of them, although the Huaixi Army was newly built, it quickly expanded to 80,000 people, and the number alone was twice that of Han Shizhong's department. Despite this, none of the officers who returned from Henan were willing to join the Huaixi Army.

Everyone was chattering, and suddenly a broken shout came from the pavilion next to them: "Ridiculous! Shameful! Alas! I also read the sages and sages, and unlike that brave warrior, the national disaster is at the head, and you should think about repaying the service. Who knows, all of them are determined to be rats, and they get together to discuss how to shrink their heads. The Great Song Dynasty has been raising a scholar for a hundred years, but it turned out to raise such a group of rats! Bah! You also dare to call yourself a scholar, how can you have the face to see your ancestors and ancestors after you die! The voice was old and hoarse, but it was very large, penetrating the next door, and the officers could hear it clearly, obviously the person next to him was scolding at his side, all the officers were discolored, some were angry at the bullfight, some were scolding, and some people stood up on the spot, pushed open the door, and wanted to go to the person next to him to settle the score.

Liu Wengu and Ma Yuan also stood up, and followed the officers to the pavilion next to them, only to see a round table of eight immortals made of rosewood, and there were four old men sitting next to the table. The menacing group of officers blocked the doorway, both of them looking nervous, one of them grim, and among them sat the old man with pale hair, with round eyes and glaring unceremoniously at the door, and it was obvious that he was the one who was scolding from the wall.

"What? Brave in private fighting, timid in public war! Do you dare to tear down my old bones? ”

"Old thing, you're looking for death!"

Luo Qujian couldn't hold it back, so he was about to rush up and grab the old man's chest and make him regret it. Although he was a young man, he had been in the army for a long time, and he was also hot-tempered, and as soon as he rushed up two steps, he was stopped by Ma Yuan. "Let go!" "Stop!" The two shouted at the same time, and the other officers looked at each other, at this time, Ma Yuan glanced at Liu Wengu and asked him to help pull Luo Quji, so he let go of his hand, walked forward slowly, and bowed respectfully to the old man with a sad face: "Mr. Zhoushan forgives his sins, he is abrupt and reckless, and the younger generations have to see all the gentlemen, and the real three lives are fortunate." ”