In the evening, the wind is cold, there are no stars and no moon. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Jun was standing at the foot of the white marble steps of the Daliang Palace, and saw that he had changed into a white wool collar wide-sleeved gown, wearing a green jade and purple bamboo crown, a long sword hanging on the right side of his waist, and a stinky face on the left. But if you look closely, you will see that he is frowning tightly and closing his eyes silently, as if he is worried about something.

This autumn season is really a mixed blessing. The good news is that Liangzhou won the auspicious white tiger, and Zhang's position was further consolidated; The worry was that the Han envoy was stirring up the situation, and proposed to ask for his sister and relatives······ Uncle summoned me urgently, I'm afraid I'm worried about it. So, how do you decide?

I don't know how long it took, but he suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, as if he had made an important decision.

Looking at the palace pavilion in front of him, Zhang Jun's heart couldn't help but throb. This grass and tree, this person and everything, all need someone to protect them, but can they afford this burden? Nian Nu's appearance kept flashing in front of his eyes, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder, if other factors were put aside, would his sister be happy when she went to the Han Kingdom as a concubine?

No, it won't! Zhang Jun shook his head, the national glory of the Xiongnu Han State has not been many years, even if it looks like a tiger now, it is actually terminally ill. Even if Liu Yao is really good to his sister, how many years can he live? After Liu Yao's death, the sons competed for the throne, and then the Xiongnu Han Kingdom, which was very prosperous, disappeared under the attack of Liang and Shi Zhao.

Zhang Jun, who is familiar with history, recalled the annals and did not find a trace of information about Nian Nu, but this did not prevent him from making reasonable inferences: if his sister left Liangzhou, there would be no place in the world to live.

After about another cup of tea, I saw a eunuch walking down the jade steps with his head bowed and stepping on broken steps, approaching Zhang Jun, bowing deeply and saying, "Young General, Lord Zhou Mu has summoned, please hurry." With that, he stood sideways.

Zhang Jun let out a subtle "um", and finally raised his eyes, revealing a radiant gaze. He raised his eyes and looked forward, only to see the mighty and majestic iron-clad guards standing on both sides of the jade steps, the long lances in their hands glowing green in the winter sun. The huge black flag fluttered on the flagpole held by Lang Jiang, and the golden totem of "Horse Stepping on Feiyan" was embroidered on it.

He took a deep breath and let the cold air pour into his chest and lungs, and he couldn't help but lift his spirits. Gently flicking the big haze that was hiding in front of him, he stepped up the long steps, and the eunuch behind him followed closely.

A thought filled his heart: "In the annals of history, I have been handsome all my life, and my cultural and martial arts are unbeatable, standing in the west in the chaos of the sixteen countries, and building a great country in the north. The eldest husband was born like this, what more can the husband ask for······"

"But······ I am a Han, I can't watch my relatives separated, and I can't tolerate Han people becoming two-legged sheep······ Do I have to follow the records of the history books and follow the rules? No, since you've crossed over here, why not take a leap and build a foundation that is even grander than what is recorded in history! ”

Zhang Jun walked up the stairs, thinking about the current situation of Liangguo, and at the same time took all the Lang Jiangmen on both sides of the guards into his eyes. Occasionally, when he met the gaze of one of them, he would smile warmly and bow his head slightly in approval. In this way, Zhang Jun walked all the way down, and he was familiar with the armor soldiers guarding the forbidden front.

Walking outside the palace gate, Zhang Jun stopped, shook his shoulders and faded the dark color, and the eunuch who had been following behind him hurriedly stepped forward, took the big rain in his arms, and handed it to the Lang general who was standing aside, and sent it to the stove in the side hall so that it would not get cold.

Then, Zhang Jun opened his arms, and the eunuch gently untied the long sword he was hanging from his waist, knelt on the ground again, took off Zhang Jun's boots, and a finger-deep snow-white bear fur cushioned Zhang Jun's feet, so that he could not feel a trace of chill.

Zhang Jun, who was served like this for the first time, had a pleasant look on his face, and couldn't help but glance at the eunuch, only to see that he was still a childish young man, his eyes were clear and bright, obviously he had just entered the palace, and he did not have the cunning to be in the deep palace for a long time.

Zhang Jun sighed lightly and asked, "What's your name?" ”

The eunuch obviously didn't expect Zhang Jun to talk to him, so he didn't react for a while, and when he looked up carefully and saw Zhang Jun's encouraging gaze, he knelt at Zhang Jun's feet with a thud, and said with trembling excitement: "Back to the young general's question, the slave maid is named Xi'er." ”

Zhang Jun nodded, and then asked, "Is there anyone else at home?" ”

As if he was said to be sad, the eunuch named Xi'er said with a slight cry: "There is no one in the slave's house anymore. ”

"Alas······" Zhang Jun sighed, his heart is really like a pig and a dog in troubled times, this little eunuch is the age before Cheng Huan's knees, but now he has entered the palace to make a living, sad, even more lamentable. Thinking of this, Zhang Jun leaned down and touched Xi'er's head, and said softly: "You are good, you have to serve my uncle well." ”

Xi'er was so excited that her body fell lower, and she commanded: "The slave will definitely live up to the order of the young general." ”

Zhang Jun nodded approvingly, raised his feet and stepped across the porch of the main hall, and Xi'er's exceptionally clear voice came from behind him: "General Fujun, Wuwei Taishou, and Hou Jun of Bacheng have arrived!" ”

Inside the main hall.

The fire dragon buried in the ground burned extremely hot, no matter how cold the wind raged outside, it was warm as spring inside.

As soon as he turned the front hall, he saw a person walking briskly towards him, and when he looked at it, it was Jia Ji. I saw that his face was unhappy, as if he had encountered something that made him extremely angry.

Zhang Jun stood still, bowed slightly, and greeted: "Uncle"

Jia Ji only cared about the unhappiness in his heart, but he didn't notice Zhang Jun, and only when he heard the words did he raise his eyes and take a look, before he stopped and put on a smiling face. But the traces of reluctance were too obvious, and he just made an "um" sound from his nose, which was regarded as a salute, and he walked out with his sleeves folded.

Zhang Jun was not annoyed, a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he also threw off his big sleeves and walked towards the inner hall.

The inner sanctum is full of sandalwood, but there is still a hint of the smell of decoction. There was a stove in the center, and the temperature was even higher than that of the front hall.

Bypassing the obstacle drawn on the map of Liangzhou and the Western Regions, I saw my uncle Zhang Mao lying on the soft couch, his eyes slightly closed, as if he was closing his eyes to recuperate, but the trembling hand on his chest still showed the anger in Zhang Mao's heart.

Hearing the sound, Zhang Mao raised his eyes, and saw Zhang Jun's handsome face, and couldn't help but feel angry in his heart, patted the edge of the couch, and said in a hoarse voice: "Jun'er, come to my side." ”

There were already eunuchs standing on the side who had set up embroidered piers.

Zhang Jun walked quickly to Zhang Mao's couch and sat down, and said with a concerned face: "Father is fine during the day, what's wrong?" ”

Zhang Mao showed a pleased smile and said, "It's okay, it's just that my body is a little tired, so I will rest for a while." “

"Wu'er is in the limelight today, capturing the white tiger and winning the condor shooter, I am afraid that the soldiers of the three armies will praise your bravery."

"This is all the good teachings of my father in the past, my nephew is lazy, and if I don't have my father, I won't have a nephew."

"It's a shame that you can say that." Zhang Mao smiled and asked, "Has Wu'er been studying recently?" ”

This is a question that Zhang Mao will ask every time he sees his nephew, and according to Zhang Jun's performance before the crossing, he will inevitably show his literary erudition again in front of his father. But now he doesn't plan to do so.

"Back to my father, my nephew doesn't plan to read the Bible anymore." Zhang Jun spoke out about his decision.

"Why is that?" Zhang Mao is very strange, his nephew has been fond of poetry and books since he was a child, why did he suddenly not want to read the Bible?