There are no four seasons in a year, the night of Chang'an is quiet and heavy, the tip of Han Yun's pen in front of the candle flame is like turning on the paper from time to time, making a squeezing sound, after a few lines, or after a article, there are servants constantly adding new ink pills up.

If this empire wants to be revived, there are indeed too many problems to be solved.

Han Yun was thinking about the integration of the northwest defense line, it was not enough to let Li Sheng be the right marshal of Longyou, at least a marshal of Jiannan was needed to maintain the battle line of Sanchuan.

Then there is the problem of military training, and now the towns in the northwest and southwest are making progress in accordance with the model pioneered by Gao Yue and Lu Zhen, and it is reassuring to hand over this aspect of affairs to Gao Yue, Wei Gao, Li Sheng and others, but what makes him unable to let go is the problem of the Shence Jingxi Battalion and the Beiya and Shenwei Forbidden Army - the generals do not buy each other, the level of training is uneven, and the level of the forbidden army (whether it is a field battle or stationed in Beijing) is declining day by day, and it is not as good as the Fang Zhen army, and it also occupies an excessively generous reward for clothing and food - and reforms the forbidden army, The biggest resistance came from the emperor and the Zhongguan clique.

In addition, Han Yun was also ready to implement a strong maneuver: Gao Yue once told him that after separating the soldiers from the archers, the archers could support themselves and undertake training tasks just in the camp, so this part of the reduced military money could be used to improve the treatment of soldiers, strengthen armaments, and implement the strategy of elite soldiers. Han Yun thought so deeply about this, but if this money continued to stay in the various towns, he was not confident enough about the conduct of the marshals, for fear of being embezzled, so he was ready to separate this part of the money from the "Liuzhi" and "Liuzhou" money, and collect it into the "household money" of the national treasury, and then the imperial court set up a "military inspector" to distribute it to Fangzhen and supervise its use.

Or simply set up a "military academy" in an area rich in copper and iron resources, focusing on forging and manufacturing armor, bows and arrows, weapons, etc.?

Han Yun kept writing with one hand and holding his forehead with the other, not feeling that it was time to prepare to go to the political hall under the door of Dongnei Zhongshu on the third watch.

When several old servants were dressing him in the fish bag of court clothes, Han Yun turned around and saw that there were still a picture scroll hanging on the wall, and several cows of different colors were lifelike, walking or lying, but they were all missing tails and were not painted.

The essence of the cow is in the head and tail, and Han Yun was too busy with official business during this time, so that the tails of the cows in these paintings were never finished.

"When the prince is on vacation, take some time to finish it!" An old servant surnamed Wang sighed and suggested.

"Okay, okay." Han Yun secretly made a wish that he would finish the painting no matter what the next day of rest.

Then his eyes moved down, because in addition to the cows, there was also a person inside, an old man wearing a robe, wearing a hat, holding a green bamboo with his hands behind his back, and a wine gourd pinned to his waist, looking back at the cows with a smile!

"Sure enough, what I lack in this life is this light and free heart, will I make up for it in the painting?" Han Yunyu smiled bitterly in his heart and came up with these words.

In the early morning of the end of summer, when the wind was still a little cold, Han Yun was supported by the servants, and when he got on the horse in the fire in front of the door, he also put on a top hat, and then said "Xianggong enters the court!" Several servants raised their torches, hugged Han Rong on horseback, and walked towards the east side of Kaihuafang.

Compared with other ministers, Han Yun has to be one step earlier, which is his custom. In the past, when he was in Runzhou, he usually sat in the government half an hour earlier than his assistants.

Where the firelight flashed, two lines of charcoal gray characters and painting symbols appeared on the plain wall of Han Yun's house.

But no one noticed.

At this time, Han Yun heard the faint sound of the drums of the official street in some shops, "How can this drum sound early?" It seems that the curfew drum system of the Beijing division has also begun to become chaotic and must be corrected. ”

On the side street opposite Kaihuafang and Chongyifang, Han Rong's team of men and horses had just turned over.

Under the wall, there are still a lot of holes dug out by Hu merchants and people, originally in these holes, the shops that sold goods were built, and now they are all demolished, but the wall has not had time to be rebuilt, in spring and summer, miscellaneous trees and wild grass grow and spread along these holes, looking dilapidated and gloomy, like the bloody mouth of a demon beast.

"Bijie."

Suddenly, Han Yun, who was on horseback with his eyes closed, heard this voice, so he became alert and asked the old servant beside him, "Did someone say that Bijie?" ”

The old servant just shook his head with his ears a little back.

"Bijie."

Han Yun heard this voice from somewhere behind him again, so he tightened his reins and hurriedly looked back.

I saw that five feet on the side, at the collapsed Duanfang wall, covered with rainproof straw mats, naturally hanging down, coupled with the soil and stones built up indiscriminately, just like the eyes of the beast ***, staring at himself, the sound of "Bijie" was shouted here.

"There's a bad guy." Han Yun immediately shouted.

Before he could finish speaking, a strange flame suddenly ignited under the shade of a tree somewhere in front of him.

This fire was lit by a small oil pot hanging under a crossbow arrow.

"Hum", the crossbow arm took off and bounced, and the flame turned into a ray of light and shot at the side ribs of Han Rong on the horse.

"Xiang Gong has been hit by an arrow." With this terrible cry, Han Yun's servant entourage was in a mess.

The horse's bell rang wildly, carrying Han Yun, whose face was pale, and spun wildly in place.

Han Yun's hand held the crossbow arrow that was deep in the flesh and bones, and the fire in the oil pot burned more and more, burning his hands and ribs, burning his official uniform, and the fluttering flames instantly swallowed up half of his body!

"Where is the traitor...... "The prime minister of the Tang Dynasty still did not lose his prestige when he was dying.

"Bijie, Bijie", in all directions, in the corners of Kaihuafang and Chongyifang, with this fire as the goal, arrows rained down on Han Rong's body.

Han Yun's chest, neck, and legs were hit by arrows one after another.

The two servants, in order to cover their master, were also shot one after another and fell under their horses.

The others had to flee in all directions.

On the trees, at the head of the wall, and at the collapsed cave, people kept jumping out and sweeping down like fierce hooves, shouting the slogan of Bijie, cutting down and cutting down the people next to Han Rong, and finally forming a circle, approaching Han Rong, who was unconscious and lying on the saddle.

The straw mat was dusty, the hula was lifted, and the two thieves walked out holding the long stem hidden in it, "Hey——! Two long shots, one pierced Han Rong's lower ribs, and the other pierced his forehead under the cap.

Han Yun suddenly opened his eyes, and the terrible pain made him twitch a few times and let out a final long howl.

Frightened, the thieves retreated one after another.

Then, Han Rong died, and his body slipped off his horse with fire and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Gao Yue rode a horse, together with his entourage and the Ren family, and a group of Guo disciples from the Fenyang Palace, who were ready to drive, happened to run to the intersection of Chongyi Fang, ready to go to Chongyi Fang to find Duan Xiushi, who was idle.

As a result, Gao Yue saw this scene:

A minister, dressed in court clothes with smoke and fire on his body, fell to the ground.

The group of believers swung their knives, cut off the head on the corpse, and held it high in their hands.

"Jin Gong ......" Gao Yue saw the long bearded head, and his throat swelled up, and he couldn't say half a word anymore.