The cold wind in winter is a little annoying.

Wrapped tightly around the clothes on his body, but he still couldn't stop the cold caused by the cold wind piercing the clothes, the cold in his bones.

The white snowflakes kept falling, falling on the shoulders, falling on the tips of the hair, and soon melted away, and then fell back on, re-melted, I don't know how many times the cycle was, and the white snowflakes finally gained a foothold on the body.

Then, I don't know how long it took, my body was already white, and even my beard was covered with a layer of white ice.

The war horses galloped, the sound of urging continued to echo, and a hundred-man cavalry was hurrying north along the official road that had been covered with snow.

The snow was falling heavier and heavier, but it couldn't stop them from moving north.

Year after year, day after day, for the people, this day is better, but for the soldiers, they still have to wait for it.

In this regard, Li Jing, who was riding on a war horse, did not have any complaints or dissatisfaction.

Even if he is sent to a distant border, he has to endure the pain of the plateau and the difficulty of being separated from his loved ones.

Chang'an City has faintly emerged, and the heat in his heart has gradually driven away the chill on his body.

It's been two years, to be precise, it's been one year and eight months, and he has been away for one year and eight months, and Li Jing can't wait to return home and have a good reunion with his relatives.

It's just that when there are still a few miles away from Chang'an, the surrounding roads are blocked.

The soldiers stood there in the bitter cold, carrying the wind and snow, their eyes were attentive, but they were a little hollow, and their bodies were burly.

No one came to join in the fun, not even to watch.

On such a cold day, the days are good, and the people still lack winter clothes, so most people still prefer to stay at home for a winter, and go out the farthest place, not more than their own village.

Even though it could be seen at a glance that Li Jing's identity was extraordinary, the soldiers were still extremely determined to stop Li Jing and the more than 100 cavalrymen.

"The old man is Li Jing, the head of the Shu Road march, and he was ordered by His Majesty to return to the court to report on his work!" Li Jing doesn't like to bully others, but he won't see anyone give a good face and directly show his identity.

Road closures generally only occur in two situations, one is what major activities the imperial court has, and the other is what military tasks there are.

For example, Li Jing's military camps in Yazhou are all under martial law, prohibiting anyone from entering, but there is a road on the way, but there are also soldiers who are strictly guarded.

Therefore, so far, it is the history of Yazhou Thorn, and I don't know how many soldiers are hidden on the mountain.

The first lieutenant quickly ran towards Li Jing's side, in fact, at a long distance, when he saw Li Jing and them, this lieutenant was walking this way.

Vaguely hearing the head of the Shu Road march, the captain did not continue to ask, and directly saluted, and replied: "Fang Xiao, the commander of the military academy, is under martial law on the order of His Majesty, if the general is in a hurry to return to Chang'an, he can take a detour to any city gate in the east, west, and north to enter the city." ”

Forbidden Army, after the military reform, the entire defenders of Chang'an were uniformly called the Forbidden Army, and there was a general of the forbidden army, and the official worshiped the second grade, which was not under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War, and was only responsible to the emperor.

The forbidden army consisted of 32,000 soldiers, 1,500 soldiers, 1,500 logistics and other civilian soldiers.

Because of the special nature of the task, so in terms of logistics, there is no need for a particularly large number of manpower, in fact, the real logistics soldiers are only 800 people, the main task of these 800 people, is to send the materials to the various military camps, and the materials are sent to the logistics barracks by the Royal Commercial Group.

They don't need to go out of the city to fight, so they can replace a large number of troops with soldiers.

Among them, 20,000 were the standing garrison of Chang'an City, divided into three groups, each group was responsible for four hours, the number of defenders in the second half of the night was 6,000, and the remaining two periods were 7,000.

The remaining 10,500 people are responsible for the guarding of the Taiji Palace.

Internally, there is a standard establishment, the rank of captain, there is a prison captain, and there are other captains, but externally, they uniformly declare their positions, what is outside? Those outside the establishment of the forbidden army are all outside.

The forbidden army has the particularity of the forbidden army, and the 30,000 troops under the control of the emperor defend Chang'an, which also makes Chang'an City, no force can pose any threat to the emperor.

"I wonder how long martial law will last?" Li Jing frowned, something must have happened in Chang'an City, otherwise it would not be martial law outside the city, but it is not very similar, there must be no reason to only martial law the city gate in the south, and if you take a detour, it will take you about half an hour.

"I don't know!"

Li Jing, who was depressed, could only take people back to Chang'an with a detour, and the ghost knew what was the reason for closing the road.

After walking for nearly half an hour, I entered Chang'an from Chunming Gate, which is the closest to Chongrenfang.

The first thing to do when he returned to the dynasty was naturally to report to the Ministry of War, although the Ministry of War had no right to dispatch him, but when he came back, he would not go to the Ministry of War to report a way, and when the time came, he would have nothing to say, this belongs to the administrative power, and the soldiers in the world are under the jurisdiction of the Ministry of War, which refers to the administrative power, of course, if the emperor divides the power alone, he also has to listen to the dispatch of the Ministry of War.

It's just that when he arrived at the gate of the palace, he was told by the guards that he could go home, because the military department was unmanned today, and when it was a little later, he could go to the military department instead of Li Jing to say a word.

Li Jing, who was anxious to see his relatives, didn't think much about it, after staying outside for so long, is the imperial court still remembered today a day off?

When he returned home and saw his wife and children after a long absence, Li Jing finally smiled, but he always felt as if something was missing.

"Do you know what's going on in the city lately? Why did the forbidden army have already moved outside the city when the husband returned? Taking the cup of hot tea handed by the red whisk girl, the more Li Jing thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong.

"Husband doesn't know? Didn't those martial law soldiers tell their husbands that today was the day of Du Ruhui's funeral? The red whisk girl was a little surprised, this is a big deal, the emperor personally gave an order, to be buried with a national ceremony, today the entire military department went to the funeral, even the emperor personally sent someone to send an inscription.

"What? Du Ruhui? Li Jing was taken aback, Du Ruhui is not very old, he is fourteen years younger than himself, and he is only forty-five this year, and Du Ruhui's health in his memory is not bad.

"Hey, I still haven't survived this winter." The Red Whisk Girl sighed secretly, and was somewhat regretful: "Half a year ago, the body was not good, at that time His Majesty ordered him to recuperate at home, and sent many famous doctors to treat it, the concubine body heard that those precious medicinal materials and supplements alone, are all cars and carts to Dufu to pull, before the winter, but also deliberately renovated a few heating houses, but still did not survive." ”

Li Jing was silent, his relationship with Du Ruhui was very ordinary, in fact, his relationship with everyone was very ordinary.

He followed the same path as Li Tao, did not form gangs, did not serve anyone except the emperor, and did not interfere in anything other than his functions.

Even if he is the head of the Shu Road march, he has never interfered in anything in Shu for more than a year, except for the military, he knows very well what his task is, and he will never do anything extraneous.

was shocked, just because Du Ruhui went so young, followed by the emperor who was buried with a state ceremony.

The national funeral is the highest standard funeral in the world except for the royal funeral, and few people can generally enjoy this kind of treatment.

But no matter how you look at it, Li Jing feels that Du Ruhui doesn't seem to be qualified to enjoy this kind of treatment.

After thinking about it for a long time, Li Jing still shook his head, what specifications to use to deal with the aftermath, that is Li Yuanji's problem, he doesn't need to think about it, and he doesn't have to suspect it.

"Send someone to send some small gifts, so that you can have a colleague." Sighing, Li Jing said slowly.

"The concubine has already sent ten taels of gold to the past." The Red Whisk Girl smiled slightly, although Li Jing was not at home, but if there was something in the families of the nobles in Chang'an City, the Red Whisk Girl would ask people to send some gifts.

Ten taels of gold is a lot, which is converted into twenty taels of silver and two hundred pieces of money.

But in their position, this gift money is not much, the ten taels of gold sent by the Red Whisk Girl can only be regarded as a medium level, as much as Fang Xuanling, and directly sent thirty taels of gold, and some veterans of Tiance Mansion also sent twenty taels of gold at least, such as Li Jing and Li Tao, these neutrals, but they gave ten taels very tacitly.

Li Jing nodded, acknowledging this number.

But I am also constantly thinking about some past events in my heart, and now that I am getting older and older, in the blink of an eye, I am fifty-nine years old, Li Jing can't help but secretly think, how many more years can I live?

The old guys who fought the world back then are now sick and dead, although this is only a small part, but it still can't help but sting these people who are still alive.

Suddenly, Li Jing had the idea of wanting to retire.

It's not that he's afraid of death, but that he feels like he hasn't seen anything in his life.

For a whole day, Li Jing was dull and silent, and at night, it was even more rare to have insomnia.

Even if he is physically and mentally exhausted, he can't sleep no matter what, and every time he closes his eyes, there will always be pictures of those battles in his mind, thinking of Li Shimin's figure.

It wasn't until it was almost dawn that Li Jing fell asleep groggily, but it didn't take long for him to wake up again.

No matter what happened yesterday, life must go on, and national affairs must not be put down.

Getting up, washing, eating, and entering the palace, for Li Jing, who has been in the army all year round, sleeping only for one hour a night does not seem to be an unbearable thing.

The debriefing is said to be a debriefing, but Li Jing already knows what he is actually going to do.