In the middle of winter in late November, as soon as the front foot left Wuyang, the envoys encountered the first snow of the year. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

This is also the first snow that Mingyue encountered after coming to the Warring States Period, the snow is not big, sitting in the car, watching the soft snowflakes slowly falling, Mingyue couldn't help blurting out.

"Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom ......"

After a while, the Hebei Plain, which was originally a dry yellow plain, turned into a snow-capped field. As soon as the snow melts, the temperature becomes unusually cold.

When leaving Handan, Empress Dowager Zhao repeatedly cared for Yan Guo and said that Yan Guo was much colder than Zhao Guo, and asked him to bring all the warmest clothes, but then found that it was not enough. It's frighteningly cold here, and the temperature is dropping. The temperature at night has already dropped below freezing, and whenever the wind blows, it cuts into the warmest fox fur coat of the bright moon like a sharp knife.

It's even colder in the wild, every time she gets off the bus along the way, Mingyue only feels her legs shivering, although her upper body is tightly wrapped, but after all, she is wearing a deep coat that looks like a skirt, and she always feels like a wind leak. At this time, he began to miss cotton pants, before cotton was popularized, how to keep out the cold in the north was indeed a university question.

However, as far as Mingyue could see, the soldiers of the Yan Kingdom who escorted them north were indifferent to this Xiaoxue, and seemed to be used to it. They wore not thick clothes, only ordinary brown, and a thick and coarse linen weave around their heads and shoulders, and kept the officials only full of fishy, old and tattered fur to keep them warm. For ordinary soldiers, although their exposed skin was still red from the cold, they were able to walk in the snow without hindrance as long as they had a fur cushion on the soles of their feet.

Sometimes the vehicle will sink into snow or muddy water, and it has to rely on the countless hands of the swallow people to push the convoy to move forward, during which Mingyue carefully observed, no one shouted tired, just silently performed their duties.

Mingyue looked a little unbearable in her heart, so she asked the attendant to share some of the soju she carried with these Yan people.

Those Yan pawns were still talking about how Zhao Guo's wine could compare to Yan Guo's wine, but unexpectedly, as soon as they opened the lid on the leather pot, a strong smell of wine came out, and they took a sip, only to feel that it was hot and spicy from their mouths to their throats to their stomachs......

Judging from their bold attitude, Mingyue felt what it meant to be "Yan Zhao has a lot of generous and tragic people".

When he was resting at the post station that night, he said to Zhao Kuo, who was wrapped in a bear skin: "I have heard a theory, saying that the more north you live, the colder the climate, the taller the people will grow, so the people of Yan Zhao are higher than the people of Chu Yue, and the Yan people who grew up in the cold land of Yan are much braver and better at fighting than the good family who grew up in Linzi and Handan cities." ”

"The farther north you go, the higher it seems."

Zhao Kuo was also afraid of the cold, and said disdainfully while roasting the campfire: "But according to Chang'anjun, since these Yan people are so brave and not afraid of death, why did Kuang Zhang break the national capital and almost perish in just forty days?" And when he fought with my Zhao army this time, he had no fighting spirit, and he was defeated at the slightest touch? ”

Mingyue said with a smile: "The weakness of the Yan country and the defeat of the Yan army have nothing to do with whether the soldiers themselves are brave or not, but have to do with the incompetence of the rulers, who are inconsiderate of the people and cannot make them do their best." ”

He made an analogy: "Look at this battle of Yan Zhao, it was obviously the eve of the harvest in June and July, but the king of Yan ignored the harvest of the people and forced them to serve and fight; Ma Fujun had just approached Wuyang, and before he crossed Yishui and the Great Wall, King Yan was so frightened that he ran back to Shangdu from Xiadu, the king was so mediocre and so cowardly, how could he expect his soldiers to die for him? ”

Although he knew that in addition to the Qin State, the monarchs of the Six Kingdoms were getting worse and worse in the future, and the ambition and courage of the ancestors had all disappeared, and there was no more British lord, but Mingyue did not expect that his "brother-in-law" King Yan would be so timid.

King Yan Zhao runs the capital of Wuyang, which has the meaning of "the Son of Heaven guards the country", but his son, now this King Yan is good, he does not settle the people in Wuyang, but he runs to Jicheng, the capital in the north, to avoid danger......

The people in the south of Yan Kingdom are panicked, and they have lost their fighting spirit after only three months of fighting, which has nothing to do with King Yan's behavior.

Because of the weather and the non-stop snow, they walked slowly, and it was not bad to be able to travel thirty miles a day, so they walked for ten days, and after the time entered December, they arrived at the place where they had a day's journey from Jidu......

This is a palace that is close to abandonment, and Rakuma said that he would spend the night here tonight, and Mingyue got out of the car and looked around, only to find a looming high platform in the distance.

He remembered something, so he said to Su Yu: "Shangqing, this is the ......"

"Yes, this palace is the Jieshi Pavilion, because the Jieshiban is named, and that platform is the golden platform." Su belly looked at the high platform, his eyes were complicated, there was a sign of the heyday of the Yan Kingdom, but unfortunately it has long since declined.

"Back then, my father was also named the Taishou ......of Shanggu by King Yanzhao there," Zhao Kuo suddenly realized, and he was also very yearning for the golden platform.

"It's still early in the dark, can you take a closer look?" Mingyue proposed.

Su belly did not refuse, but he was tired enough after a day of driving, he didn't want to go, but after discussing with the people guarding this palace, he asked them to take Chang Anjun and Zhao Kuo, ride horses, and walk towards the golden platform, and instructed that they could only wait and see below, not on the stage!

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A moment later, Mingyue and the others climbed the small hill known as "Jieshizaka", from which they could see the whole view of the Golden Terrace.

Although the Golden Terrace is called "gold", it is not a pile of gold treasures, and it was not originally called that, but it comes from a story.

Zhao Kuo listened to it many times from Zhao Hao, then volunteered to be a tour guide, and said to Mingyue: "According to my father, after King Yan Zhao cleaned up the ruined Yan Kingdom, he ascended the throne, he was humble and respectful, recruited talents with generous gifts, and was ready to rely on them to avenge the shame, but there were not many people who defected, so King Yan Zhao asked Mr. Guo Kui......"

Without waiting for him to elaborate, Mingyue smiled and said: "Then Mr. Guo Kui told the story of the horse bones in Qianjin City, so King Yan Zhao regarded Mr. Guo Kui as a 'horse bone', and Fei Qianjin built this platform for him and worshiped him as Shangqing." So when the people of the world heard it, they flocked to Yan, among which it is expected that Zhujun (Le Yi), Ma Fujun, Mr. Zou Yan, Rong Yan, Ju Xin and others? ”

Zhao Kuo laughed: "It turns out that Chang'anjun knows." ”

"As an envoy to Yan, if I don't do my homework, how dare I take the initiative to ask for my life here?"

Mingyue saw that those Yan Kingdom guards the palace were all far away, and she couldn't hear their conversation, so she hit her horse next to Zhao Kuo and whispered to him: "Brother Kuo, do you remember my conversation with you that day?" I said that the weakness of the Yan State is not to blame the Yan soldiers for not being brave enough, but to blame the rulers of the Yan State for being mediocre and incompetent. ”

Zhao Kuo bowed: "Naturally remember." ”

Mingyue pointed to the golden platform in the distance and said: "King Yan Zhao is different from the current King Yan, as well as the past generations of King Yan, after he succeeded to the throne, he was ashamed, so he hanged himself, shared weal and woe with the people, won the hearts of the people, and was good at using sages to govern the country, Guo Kui and Zou Yan were teachers, Ju Xin was a pedestrian, Su Qin was a lobbyist, Le Yi was a general, Rong Yi was a striker, and Ma Fujun was a county guard. So twenty-eight years later, the Yan country was rich, and the soldiers fought lightly. So he took Le Yi as the general, and conspired with Qin, Chu, and Sanjin to defeat Qi, and the army was defeated, and King Min fled outside. In the impression of the princes, the Yan soldiers who are not good at fighting are extremely brave this time, they chase the dead and chase the north, enter Linzi, take Qi Ding, burn its palace and temple, and the city of Qi is not inferior, only Ju, Jimo ......"

He sighed with emotion: "When King Yan Zhao was here, how good the Yan army was, and the princes all looked sideways, but now the Yan Kingdom has weakened under the rule of the faint monarch. ”

Zhao Kuo nodded: "Chang'anjun is right, the defeat of the Yan army in this battle is not in the soldiers, but in the king, this is the misfortune of Yan, but it is the luck of the Zhao country!" ”

Looking at the loneliness around her, looking at the lonely trees under the hills, looking at the loneliness and emptiness on the golden platform, and thinking of the grand occasion of the sages here when the golden platform was first built thirty years ago, Mingyue's heart was full of emotion, and she couldn't help herself, and gave a poem about the Tang people mourning King Yan Zhao......

"Nandeng Jieshi Pavilion, looking at the Golden Terrace.

The hills are full of trees, and King Zhao is here?

The hegemony is now gone, and the horse is back......"

After chanting a poem, Zhao Kuo looked at the bright moon with some surprise, and the bright moon just looked at the golden platform in the sunset, which was full of snowflakes, from top to bottom a white forest, although there was no gold on the golden platform, but under the reflection of the remnant sun, the snow on it seemed to be wrapped in a layer of gold, shimmering and shining, it really looked like a golden platform......

was about to turn around, but unexpectedly a voice sounded behind him: "Unexpectedly, there are still outsiders who remember the great deeds of the first king......"

There was a hint of loneliness in the voice, Mingyue and Zhao Kuo turned around, but saw an old man in hunting clothes riding on a horse, he looked not young, more than fifty years old, but he was still heroic: a hunting bow on his back, an arrow bag on his side, and a team of followers pulling the prey behind him.

The elder also looked at the golden platform with a complicated gaze, but then his voice changed, and Chong Mingyue asked, "However, the Batu is now gone?" Childe really thinks that the hegemony of Yan Kingdom today has completely withered? ”

When the palace attendants who brought the bright moon to overlook the golden platform heard the news, they were immediately shocked, bowed to the ground and saluted the old man, and called him "Mr. Drama".

"Mr. Drama...... Could it be that he is ......"

Mingyue thought so in her heart, but her face was silent, and she dismounted and arched her hand: "The kid felt it for a while, and he wrote poems casually, but he offended the elders, I don't know what the elders call ......"

The old man also dismounted, and returned the salute to the bright moon, the snowflakes dyed his hair and eyebrows white, and the red horse he sat on was also covered with a layer of white armor, only his eyes were still dark and shrewd.

saw him and said with a smile: "Old man drama Xin, Chang'anjun, I have admired the name for a long time!" ”

PS: There is another chapter at half past 12