Tea in prosperous times and wine in troubled times are the two things that can best reflect people's mood.

But in the era of alternating prosperity and troubled times, what should I drink?

Han Wuxin obviously won't think about it.

He sat in a wine shop in Chang'an City, drinking a large bowl of wine.

Han Wuxin never drank tea, and the general Luo Xin once gave him the tea awarded by the emperor, and he threw it to others when he turned around.

"That thing is not spicy or strong, it is still bitter, I don't want to drink it!"

Luo Xin just smiled, no longer reluctantly.

Now, after retreating to a military uniform and hiding in a small village on the outskirts of Chang'an, Han Wuxin has forgotten the taste of tea, and only likes the spicy and strong wine.

"A jar of wine, two catties of meat, after eating and drinking, go to the ground, beat the grain and then buy wine!"

He hummed a little song and seemed comfortable.

Outside the wine shop, the autumn rain is misty, and there are few pedestrians.

Sitting at the window on the second floor of the restaurant near the street, Han Wuxin's vision is wide. Everything on the street is in full view and can be seen clearly.

It's just that on this rainy afternoon, occasionally a few oil-paper umbrellas appear on the street, and they are also in a hurry, and they disappear without a trace in the blink of an eye.

This huge Chang'an City seems to be in its twilight years, and it can no longer find the prosperity of the past.

Han Wuxin glanced at it a few times, and then refocused his interest on wine and meat.

In the days away from the battlefield, I am afraid that only drinking alcohol can make him forget the past eventful years.

"You know what?"

In the hallway on the second floor, several people were drinking and chatting.

Han Wuxin put down the wine bowl, leaned slightly, and listened with his ears.

"General Wang, who was sent by the imperial court to attack Jiangnan Province, was defeated and died, and now the government army of the eight states of Jiangnan Province has gone north, and it will be able to cross the Yangtze River and attack Henan Province in a few days!"

Hearing this, Han Wuxin's body shook involuntarily, but it returned to normal in an instant.

"Henan Province? Isn't that close to the emperor? ”

"Don't listen to his nonsense. This time, the leader was Xun Hou's young son, the younger brother of the general Feng Shou of Zhengnan. That's a family of generals, even if one or two generals die under them, they may not be defeated! ”

"Believe it or not, I'm going to plan ahead anyway. Once Henan Road is lost, Chang'an City will not be able to hold it. At that time, I wanted to leave, but it was too late! ”

The four of them were silent for a while, and they forgot to drink the wine that was handed to their lips.

Han Wuxin forgot that he was just a listener, so he stepped forward with a drink, and said indiscriminately: "Can't hold it? Emperor Wutong is still there, Zhenguo Gong is still there, how can Chang'an City not be able to hold it? ”

At this rhetorical question, the four people at this table were silent.

Emperor Wutong is talking about the current emperor Yunshuo, and the year name is Wutong. Since succeeding to the throne, the martial arts of civil governance have been quite the style of Taizu.

As for Luo Lan, the prince of Zhenguo, it was one of the nine meritorious deeds that followed the Xia Dynasty's Taizu Yun Hao to fight the world. The battle is invincible, and the town is crowned the prince of the country.

With these two here, Chang'an City may not be able to hold it, right?

"Besides, the general of the Western Regions enclave is not dead yet, and those rebellious ministers and thieves really dare to attack Chang'an City?"

The four of them looked at the slightly passionate Han Wuxin, didn't even ask their names, hurriedly finished eating, and left in a hurry.

From beginning to end, Han Wuxin didn't say a word.

Back in his seat, he looked nostalgic.

In the Xia Dynasty, since Emperor Taizu Yun Hao slaughtered the Six Kingdoms thirty years ago and ruled the world, he could no longer resist the pace of the Xia Dynasty, a new country, to expand its territory.

Taizu Yunhao reigned for fourteen years, conquering the south and fighting in the north, doubling the empire's territory.

When Emperor Yunshuo ascended the throne, he showed his majestic strategy.

He changed the Yuan military unification and set up four generals for the Eastern Expedition, the Southern Expedition, the Western Expedition and the Northern Expedition. Over the next eight years, the territory was doubled again.

At this point, the six provinces of the empire were no longer enough to govern the current territory, so they had to add Mobei Road, Linhai Road, and Western Regions Road, and the Longyou Road, Henan Road, Hebei Road, Jiannan Road, Jiangnan Road, and Yashan Road established by the founding of the country, forming a pattern of nine provinces of the Xia Dynasty.

In the summer of the eighth year of Wutong, that is, eight years ago, the surrounding countries of the Xia Dynasty sent envoys to Chang'an City to meet the emperor of the Xia Dynasty.

That summer, Chang'an City was bustling with activity. On both sides of the nine-vertical, nine-horizontal and eighteen-way avenues in the city, silk red lanterns are hung to celebrate the coming of all nations.

That year, Chang'an City was like a paradise on earth, rich and prosperous, and was longed for by the world.

But this prosperity is like a flash in the pan, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Also in the eighth year of Wutong, the Yuntian Holy Land of the Plateau Dynasty in the southwest frontier of the Xia Dynasty, not long after returning from the Xia Dynasty, sent troops to the north with lightning speed, occupying Liangzhou in Guazhou on the right side of the Xia Dynasty, cutting off the connection between the Xia Dynasty court and the Western Regions.

The vast Western Regions became an enclave, and 100,000 Anxi soldiers looked at the Central Plains.

Coincidentally, in the north of the Xia Dynasty, the twelve tribes of the three tribes of the Xiongnu Turks and Tiele tribes in Mobei who had been pacified rebelled at the same time, and raised troops to besiege the Anbei Protectorate who was guarding Mobei.

And the people in the east are also under the leadership of the monarch Da Zuorong, and they unified the seven tribes of the Yan and attacked the Snow Ridge Protectorate. And built a city on the snow ridge to resist the Xia Dynasty and establish an independent state.

On the shore of Erhai Lake, disasters fell from the sky, and the earth fell to the southeast. There were more than 70,000 troops in the southern army of Zhennan under the jurisdiction of the Protectorate of Annam, trapped in Shiping City. It's been eight years.

Having lost the generals of the Four Expeditions and the huge army they led, the monarchs and ministers of the Great Xia Dynasty sitting in Chang'an City were surprised to find that the huge Great Xia Dynasty had no soldiers available overnight!

As a result, the remnants of the six countries, the heroes of the Quartet, and the heroes and martyrs, showed their fangs overnight and bowed their mouths to this powerful and powerful dynasty.

Mobei Road, Linhai Road, and Yashan Road were almost captured by the Hu people attached to the border. The soldiers of the Xia Dynasty could only defend a few isolated cities, waiting for the distant rescue.

And within the imperial dynasty, except for Jiannan Province, Henan Province and Hebei Province, which are considered to be in the hands of the imperial court, Jiangnan Province has all fallen into the hands of anti-thieves.

And this time, the new southern army led by General Fengdu is the only army that the imperial court has been able to put together in the past few years. It's a pity that before he could make a meritorious service, he was defeated by the anti-thieves.

The autumn rain is getting heavier and heavier, and a cold wind is blowing, and Han Wuxin feels a little cold.

It's almost time, and I don't think it's coming today.

didn't wait for the person to wait, Han Wuxin was not disappointed. Anyway, I haven't seen each other in eight years, and it's not bad this time.

He tightened his clothes, picked up the bowl again, and drank.

On the bluestone street, the oil-paper umbrellas moved quickly, and disappeared around the corner of the alley in the blink of an eye.

The autumn rain was like weaving, the chill was spreading, and the streets were quieter.

Suddenly, a slender old man appeared on the street. He was cloned in a hat and walked slowly forward.

Han Wuxin saw his glance, showed a look of disbelief, stood up suddenly, and subconsciously rushed downstairs.

But he quickly stopped, finally sat down, and continued drinking.

The old man walked very slowly, he walked into the wine shop, came to the second floor, and sat back to back with Han Wuxin.

"Shopkeeper, serve the wine!"

Xiao Er had already brought a jar of wine, a plate of side dishes, and a pair of dishes and chopsticks.

The old man chewed slowly and ate very carefully.

Han Wuxin didn't move, he wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say. I can only sit and do it in a hurry.

As if feeling Han Wuxin's anxious state of mind, the old man finally spoke.

"You come every month just to see me. Why did you see it, but you didn't speak? ”

Han Wuxin clenched his fists, but he didn't know what to say.

The autumn rain fell down the eaves and made a ticking sound.

On the second floor of the wine shop, it is rare to be as quiet as night.

"You haven't been to the Zhenguo Mansion for eight years, the vermilion glazed tiles in the mansion, the lanterns in front of the door, and the red lacquered beast heads on the gate are no longer bright."

Han Wuxin trembled, but still didn't speak.

"Just like Chang'an City in the autumn rain, there is a taste of twilight, and it is no longer prosperous."

Listening to the old man say some inconsequential words, Han Wuxin finally couldn't help but say, "Amber, what do you want to say?" ”

Amber drank another bowl of wine and said slowly: "The mansion of the Duke of Zhenguo symbolizes the prestige of the city. Even if the glory is no longer in the passage of time, as long as the old man is alive, it is enough to shock the world and make the Quartet dare not act rashly! ”

Amber was obviously not finished, but he stopped.

Han Wuxin seemed to know what the half sentence he didn't say was, and said tremblingly: "Ling Gong ...... him"

"The old man is fine."

The old man said something that reassured him, and his frightened heart calmed down.

"But ......"

Han Wuxin's heart suddenly slammed!

"Three years! At most, three years, the old man won't be able to hold on! ”

"Bang!"

The cold wine bowl fell to the ground, and the wine spilled on the ground.

The old man stood up, still with his back to Han Wuxin.

"Now the empire is in turmoil, and the future is uncertain. The old man is still alive and can still shock the world, guarding the imperial capital Chang'an and Gyeonggi, so that those rebellious ministers and thieves dare not act rashly. But once the old man dies, those princes will definitely send troops to the imperial capital, and the country will fall apart in an instant! ”

Han Wuxin's body stagnated, as if he had seen the scene of the mountains and rivers being broken and the people being displaced.

His face flushed and he was furious.

"Is he okay?"

The old man changed his words and asked a sentence that had no beginning or end, but Han Wuxin knew who he was talking about.

Thinking about the boy who broke his head from his horse, now that the autumn rain is like weaving and the river is full, he should catch fish in the pond, right?

"It's fine."

He said this very reluctantly, and seemed a little reluctant.

"Let's be honest, to this day, there's nothing more to say."

"Clever and clever, very stubborn."

Getting this answer, the old man was still a little surprised, and just wanted to speak, but he heard Han Wuxin continue: "I just don't want to read "Shanguang Notes", and I want to go to the fairy mountain to find the immortals. ”

The old man laughed and said, "If you don't read it, you won't read it, but immortals are not so easy to find." ”

Han Wuxin was silent.

"Smack!"

Something fell on Han Wuxin's table, and Han Wuxin looked at it and found that it was a piece of paper.

When he withdrew his gaze, he found that the old man had already gone downstairs.

"Take him with you, maybe the old man can last a few more years."

Standing at the window and looking down, in the misty autumn rain, a vague figure walked into the rain curtain and disappeared.

Turning around, Han Wuxin picked up the piece of paper and slowly opened it.

What catches your eye is three blood-red characters: Conscription Order!

The blood-red head, down is dense fly-headed small characters.

Sue the men of the Xia Dynasty: The country is in trouble, and the society is collapsing. At this time of life and death, which of my Xia Dynasty men is not bloody? Now there is the danger of the four tigers outside, and there is the worry of the rebellion of the princes inside, can I, the male son of the Xia Dynasty, ignore it and let the mermaid eat? If the country is not there, how can the home exist? All my Xia Dynasty men have the responsibility to defend the land, be responsible for the land, and be responsible for the land. In the past, there were heroes and martyrs who opened up the territory and expanded the territory, sealed the wolf Juxu, Yanran carved the stone, and raised the prestige thousands of miles away. At this time, my Xia Dynasty boy should be even more persistent, protect the country, guard the society, and succeed in the world!

Baojiangshan? Shou Sheji? Thousands of miles away? Just the current Xia Dynasty?

Standing in front of the window, looking at Chang'an City in the wind and rain, Han Wuxin was full of blankness.