Eight hundred miles of Dongting, as far as the eye can see. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Green silk and white robes, with three thousand sorrows.

In the past, when he went north to Luoyang, he was high-spirited and stood in front of Yueyang Tower, and now he is standing in front of Yueyang Tower, which is like describing a withered old man.

The river breeze blows, the grass and trees move slightly, the majestic Yueyang Tower is as stable as Mount Tai, but the emaciated figure in front of the building seems to turn into a wisp of autumn wind, and goes straight to the west sky with the clouds in the sky.

From early morning to dusk, Byun Ho stood here for a whole day.

The first battle of Dongting Lake in the first year of Changxing has been more than two years now, and Bian Hao's range of activities on weekdays is not large, and Li Congrong did not give him many choices.

Li Congrong, accompanied by a group of scribes' staff and guards, came to Yueyang Tower, stood beside Bian Hao, and looked at the boundless Dongting Lake with him.

Perhaps Dongting Lake is too vast, and seeing Dongting Lake makes people have an illusion: if you see three thousand worlds, if you see the universe desolate.

"Three days ago, 200,000 soldiers of the Wang Division had already besieged Jinling City." Li Congjing's voice fell into Bian Hao's ears, like night rain.

Bian Ho didn't react in the slightest, he stood there like a piece of dry wood, as if he had lost all his life aura.

After a long time, Li Congrong sighed, with a look of regret in his eyes, "Mr. has been in my Zhao Wang's Mansion since he entered my Zhao Mansion and helped me take care of all the affairs of the palace. Recently, I have heard Huainan people say that most of Mr. Cai's talent is in the military, if this is the case, it is really a misfortune to not see Mr. lead the troops to fight on the battlefield. ”

Bian Hao still didn't say anything, he looked at Dongting Lake in a daze, the chic and elegant talent of the past was completely gone, only the twilight was left.

Li Congrong couldn't bear it after all, and said after half a sound: "Now that Hunan has been flattened, and the king and the master are besieging Jinling, the Tang Dynasty will inevitably sweep the world and unify the country in the future. ”

The scribe staff next to Li Congrong saw that Bian Hao completely ignored Li Congrong, and they were all angry, and some people were even more disrespectful, but fortunately Li Congrong stopped them in time.

Suddenly, Bian Hao turned around and looked at Li Congrong, his expression was indescribable, but his words were rare and clear, "Can Your Highness give me a pot of wine?" ”

"Absolutely."

From time to time, the wine arrives, and the side pickaxe is poured into the pot.

For a long time, he didn't say a word, and three flasks were already lost at his feet.

Bian Hao's face was drunk, but his eyes were extremely clear, he looked at Dongting Lake, and suddenly laughed, "For thousands of years, how many heroes and gorgeous chapters have been witnessed in Dongting for eight hundred miles?" Steaming clouds Mengze, shaking Yueyang City; The sunset and the lonely bird fly together, and the autumn water is the same color as the sky; Thinking of the world and the world, I was alone and wept. Within a hundred years, there have been many talents, such as carp crossing the river, but what? ”

He seemed to want to get himself drunk, but even though the wine soaked the robe on his chest, his mind was still sober, "Wang Yanzhang once said: The leopard dies and leaves its skin, and the person dies and leaves its name." Side pickaxe is up and down in the world, how can he not be a person of fame and fortune? Compete with the princes in the world, conspire with the king in the temple, determine the country in a few words, a piece of Dan is at ease, and the husband is romantic, what is more than this? “

Li Congrong answered: "The imperial court is very talented, and Mr. Lai has a lot to do." ”

Bian Ho shook his head, he wanted to laugh but didn't laugh, he just poured a few more sips of wine, "Fish, I want it, bear paws, I want it, how can I have both?" How many times can you make a mistake in decades of life? Once the pickaxe is wrong, there will be no chance to start over. ”

Li Congrong wanted to persuade something, but when he saw Bian Hao's sad expression, he didn't say anything when the words came to his mouth.

Bian Hao looked up at the sky, there was a blue sky and white clouds there. The eight-hundred-mile cave is vast, how can it be compared with the cosmic desolation? Looking up at the vastness of the universe and looking down at the splendor of categories, what is the difference between a mortal whose life is only a few decades and a comet that flashes across the sky? The lucky ones bloom with instantaneous brilliance, sometimes dazzling and eye-catching, but most of them are silent.

Thinking of his life, from a scholarly family to a young man who became famous, he went north alone to save the country, and then he was imprisoned and could only watch the country sink, and the experience was neither bumpy nor mediocre. Bian Ho has a thousand emotions in his heart, but he doesn't bother to say it, if the real heavy experience is said, as a reason for sadness and sadness and the capital to show off to others, it is too superficial to be sorry for these experiences.

But when parting, it is not always impossible to say a word. The wine burned people's throats, describing the withered, white-robed side pickaxe wet with wine, but he stood up straight with his weak body, and he suddenly sprayed the wine in his mouth in front of Yueyang Tower, as if to pay tribute to something, and then spoke loudly:

"The liquor burned my lungs in my throat, three pots washed the liver and sausages, and asked the blue sky in one sip."

"A pot to Shenzhou, a wish that the natural male master is in charge of the artifact, wash away the smoke and stop the chaos, and the Han and Tang dynasties will rise again."

"The second pot is to Huainan, and the second wish that the dragon qi of Jinling will fly into the sky, turn into spring rain and descend on the world, and the fathers and elders of Jiangdong will be happy!"

"Three pots to the closer, three wishes for the reunion of thousands of lights, parents, wives and children for more than one year, every household has ten acres of land!"

"The liquor burned my lungs in my throat, three pots washed the liver and sausages, and asked the blue sky in one sip."

"Now I ask Qingtian: The country is so delicate that everyone knows it, generations of heroes fight to die, born with a seven-foot body with a pickaxe, a Jian'an talent, and a national ambition, once entered Luoyang, trapped Cao Ying for several years, who knows after a hundred years!"

He drank the last sip of wine in the jug as if he had drunk all his life.

"Who knows in a hundred years?"

Eight hundred miles of Dongting, the autumn wind is sorrowful, and no one answers his three wishes and one question.

A handful of wine jugs, side pickaxe two steps onto the stone fence, in front of Yueyang Tower, facing Dongting Lake, jumped!

The white robe entered the green lake.

There are thousands of people in the world, and there are thousands of achievements, so you don't have to have to be famous in history by me.

"Sir!" Li Congrong never thought that Bian Ho actually had the will to die, and when he was caught off guard, Bian Ho had fallen into the lake, and he and the disgraced crowd looked at the railing, but there was no trace of Bian Ho, "Sir! Pickaxe! ”

Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains are a cave court, and a hundred years of Jinling is a pickaxe.

The autumn breeze passed, and Yueyang Tower was silent.

Just like there has never been a person in the world, there is no one such person as Bian Hao, and there is no three wishes and one question he left here.

......

Changsha Province.

After Ma Xisheng, the king of Chu, returned to his palace, he held a banquet day and night to celebrate the return of the Chu land.

Today's King of Chu is only in his early thirties, he is not the eldest son of the old Chu King Ma Yin, after Ma Yin's death, his brother is willing to let him inherit Ma Yin's throne, and his talent and learning methods can be seen.

Ma Xisheng held a banquet in the palace day and night, and naturally all the dignitaries who came to the banquet were the dignitaries and dignitaries of Changsha Mansion, and the real power generals in the Chu army, and only they had the identity to sit with the king of Chu.

At present, the Tang Dynasty King is in Hunan, and the soldiers and horses of the Wu State are either dead or fleeing or surrendering, and they no longer exist.

It's just that Ma Xisheng obviously doesn't think that this is a situation to be happy and acceptable.

Li Congrong had already told him that the meaning of the Tang Dynasty was to let him go to Luoyang.

What does it mean to go to Luoyang, it is impossible for Ma Xisheng not to understand, probably he will not be able to come back after he goes, and he is afraid that he will not be surnamed Ma in the future. Therefore, Ma Xisheng tried every possible way to delay with Li Congrong, and on the other hand, he gathered his officials and generals, wanting to condense them into a rope to put pressure on Li Congrong, so as to push back the arrangement to go back to Luoyang.

The purpose of Ma Xisheng's banquet day and night is nothing more than to take the opportunity to make friends with Changsha characters and stabilize his own power.

It's just that the effect doesn't seem to be very good.

After the banquet on this day, Ma Xisheng returned to the side hall to rest, and he had no intention of going to sleep, just as he was drinking tea, his henchmen came back to report to him, "General Zhong said that the army camp is surrounded by the Tang army in the middle, if there is any change in the soldiers, the Tang army will be able to respond in time, and the Tang army is well-armed, and the army is not sure of victory." ”

Hearing this, Ma Xi's voice was so angry that his teeth itched, and the tea bowl that came to his mouth was put on the table again, "What do you mean to be surrounded by the Tang Army in the middle?" It's just that the camp is closer! These arrogant soldiers and fierce generals, who are powerful and powerful on weekdays, are all bold, and they can't imagine that once they face the Tang Army, they are so afraid that they don't dare to move! ”

The henchman sighed and said: "The recovery of various states and counties is basically the work of the Tang Army, and the soldiers of the other department are brave and well-armoured, and the soldiers have seen it with their own eyes, and it is reasonable for the generals to be afraid of the Tang Army." ”

Ma Xi snorted coldly and asked instead, "How did the civil officials react?" ”

The henchman's brows furrowed even tighter, and his tone became more calm, "The reactions are similar to those of the generals, and the civil officials can't reply to the king's request, but they just say that they don't dare to disobey the arrangements of the imperial court...... After King Zhao returned to Changsha from Yuezhou, he also entertained many people, and heard that King Zhao promised the imperial court that they would be given additional officials and knights, so he ...... So now they are really unreliable! ”

Ma Xisheng was furious, "The military generals are unreliable, and the civil officials are not unreliable, so who should the king rely on?" In the past few days, the banquet of this dynasty has been rewarded, and these wolf-hearted people have not been moved at all? Don't care about the kindness of my Chu family to them in the past? What a son of man! ”

The henchman sighed: "The general trend is like this, who dares to go against the trend?" ”

Ma Xisheng wanted to be angry, but suddenly felt weak, and finally fell silent.

There was a dead silence in the room for a while, just like the Chu land at the moment, and there were dark waves surging under the dead silence.

Finally. Ma Xi sighed and sighed, gloomy and sad, as if he was ten years old in an instant, "Chu Di...... King of Chu...... In the future, will there be a king of Chu in this world? ”

Soon, the officials sent by the imperial court had arrived in Changsha, and after the officials had taken their own positions, Li Congrong, the king of Zhao, left Changsha and returned to Luoyang in his car. Ma Xisheng, the king of Chu, and twenty or thirty important officials and generals in Chu, all accompanied him.

"The imperial court newly established Hunan Province to govern the ten states of Chu, heh, unexpectedly, in the end, Chu not only lost the king of Chu, but even the Chu army was gone." Ma Xisheng opened the curtain of the carriage, and saw the important officials and generals of Chu who accompanied him behind the car, and laughed at himself, he knew that once these people left Chu Land, not only the Ma family's original rule in Chu Land would come to naught, but also some ambitious people who wanted to steal the fruits of the Tang Army's victory for themselves, and they had no chance.

Lowering the curtain, Ma Xisheng sat down in the carriage, looked left and right a few times, and no matter how he looked at it, he felt that the carriage looked like a cage, turning him into a caged bird.

After a long time, Ma Xisheng burst into tears, and muttered to himself: "The Ma family has worked hard in Hunan, and how much blood and sweat has been shed to have today's achievements...... It's better to be a peaceful and idle king, and still have glory and wealth, than Gao Jixing......"