In the middle of April of the second year of Xianchun.

The fine and dense spring rain shrouded the long official road, like a hanging bead curtain, covering the heaven and the earth, reflecting the green mountains.

Although the official road at this time was still a solid dirt road, after all, after so many years of rolling over the cars and horses, it had already been as thick as today's asphalt road, so there was no obstacle for the convoy to travel all the way.

Almost seven or eight days were spent on the endless rush, plus Qiqin returned to the city to help Chunfang after seeing him outside Lin'an City, Ye Yingwu was lost in his heart, and naturally he was even more lonely and lonely, and he couldn't help complaining in his heart about the backwardness of the Song Dynasty's transportation and the cheap Daddy was not in a hurry, and faintly remembered the refreshment of shouting in the wind when he was racing in his previous life.

If there was a sports car, no matter how bad the road conditions on this red clay official road were, it would have arrived a long time ago.

But fortunately, it is the boundary monument of Raozhou (now Jingdezhen, Jiangxi) on Jiangnan East Road that he passed just now, as long as he passes through this state capital, it is the territory of Jiangnan West Road, and even if he walks sideways in Ye Erya, it is estimated that no one will say anything.

"Envoy, Ye Xianggong has spoken, let the convoy rest in the town in front of you, and take shelter from the rain for the time being." Yang Bao caught up from behind, since that day in the western suburbs of Lin'an ten miles of Changting, the captain of the personal soldiers has taken on the important task of passing the word, day to night in the front and back of the convoy I don't know how many times to run back and forth.

After Ye Ying's military attache worshiped the Xingguo Army to train the envoys, the second generation of the official had already been banned by him, which had made Gao Yu's son Gao Yanei notorious Although it was very popular in this era, Ye Yingwu still couldn't accept it, and replaced it with a very stylish "envoy", that Yang Bao was also a veteran who was lying down on the battlefield, and he was familiar with the idea of figuring out his boss, so as soon as he left Qingyuan Mansion, he began to call "Envoy", and Ye Yingwu, who was called every day, was full of joy.

Ye Yingwu frowned, the town in front of him has been revealed, with white walls and black tiles, surrounded by flowing water, it is a typical Jiangnan town, if it is placed in seven hundred years, it will definitely be a good place to attract tourists from all directions, but Ye Yingwu has walked through many Jiangnan towns in the past few days, and he has long been aesthetically fatigued, not to mention that he is in a hurry to go, so he naturally doesn't want to listen to cheap dads.

"Yuanlie, what the prince of the town said makes sense, now everyone is tired, it's good to rest." Wen Tianxiang shrank under the hat, although he couldn't see his expression clearly, but at least it sounded like a gentle persuasion in his tone.

The future prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty is also a little interesting, as a literati, if he asks to take a carriage, it is estimated that no one will refuse, and he takes it for granted, but Wen Tianxiang wants to ride a horse with Ye Yingwu to walk in the front, even if it rains, he just puts a hat on his body, and he doesn't care about the slightest coldness in the rain.

This also made Ye Mengding, Yang Bao and others look up to him. And Ye Yingwu remembered all the earth-shattering feats that the future prime minister had done in history, and Rao was a headache for Kublai Khan, so he didn't particularly care, and chatted with Wen Tianxiang a lot along the way about the history and military and his various plans for the future, after all, the two of them are partners, and if they can't open their hearts to each other, they will only achieve nothing.

Although Wen Tianxiang has a poetic and scholarly temperament, Ye Yingwu also relies on his more than 800 years of experience, especially knowing every step of the development of the Southern Song Dynasty, so he has an insight into the current situation that is different from ordinary people. Therefore, the two not only talked speculatively, but also benefited a lot.

Ye Mengding also seemed to realize the benefits, not only did he not insist on pulling Wen Tianxiang to the car, but he would encourage Wen Tianxiang warmly every time he stayed in the hotel to rest, and he couldn't wait to tie Wen Tianxiang to his son's chariot early.

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Wen Tianxiangyao pointed to the wine flag not far from the town, and chanted aloud: "During the Qingming Festival, it rains a lot, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls・・・・・・"

Ye Yingwu didn't have such a Yaxing, but just thought carefully about the border situation of the Song and Yuan dynasties in the second year of Xianchun. In August of the second year of Xianchun, the Yuan general Ashu Luodi Qizhou and Huangzhou captured tens of thousands of Song troops. This was only an insignificant confrontation in the Song and Yuan wars, which lasted for a hundred years, but it was a sign that the Mongol army began to sweep away the forces around Xiangyang and prepare to trap Xiangyang.

The entire Song-Yuan War, which lasted for hundreds of years, also entered the final stage, and the Southern Song Dynasty will eventually disappear on the cliff mountain and sea after thirteen years, and it is 100,000 Chinese sons and daughters who are buried for it, and it is also the essence of the entire nation.

It's just that now there is more Huaishang elite soldiers of Su Liuyi in Qizhou, and there is a naval army led by Zhang Shijie to form a village on the other side of the river, plus the troops of the Xingguo Army on the other side of Qizhou commanded by Ye Yingwu, the situation has changed a lot. What makes Ye Yingwu most curious now is how Ah Shu, a famous general of the Yuan Dynasty, will pull out these deadly fangs that do not exist in real history.

"Taiping Town, as its name suggests, is a peaceful scene, a peaceful scene." Wen Tianxiang didn't notice what Ye Yingwu had been thinking about, and looked at the peaceful environment around him. It was close to noon, and the smoke of cooking rose from every household in the town, which blended with the fine rain, forming a beautiful picture of the south of the Yangtze River.

From the undercurrent surging and the continuous party strife in Lin'an, to the Qingyuan where the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere and the sea is rampant, what I have seen along the way is either false prosperity or naked depression and dilapidation, and suddenly found such a paradise-like existence in this apocalyptic scene, even if it is as stable as Wen Tianxiang, I am afraid that it is also a little fluctuating.

In this troubled world in the future, when the southeast sky dome will not fall, is there really a Wuling paradise written by Mr. Wuliu in the world?

Hearing Wen Tianxiang's words, Ye Yingwu was startled, only to find that he had entered the town, and the horse's hooves stepped on the bluestone slab, making a clicking sound. There is a stele in front of it, on which is written in white characters on a black background, "Taiping Town".

Fortunately, this is the place where the official road extends, seeing the convoy so posture, the residents of the town are not surprised in the curiosity to watch, the only small restaurant on the side of the street is very lively, the shopkeeper is white and fat, poke his head out to see the convoy, the front of the road are all tall horses, with swords hanging from their waists, they know that it is a distinguished customer, and hurriedly greet the shop guys.

"Yang Bao." Ye Yingwu subconsciously shouted, Yang Bao, who was about to be tossed to death in the past few days, sighed helplessly, and obediently jumped off the horse in the gloating eyes of many guards, and was the first to walk into the restaurant, responsible for Zhang Luo's banquet.

The convoy behind had stopped, and Ye Mengding and Ye Jie walked forward in the rain one after the other.

"Daddy." Ye Yingwu didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly bowed.

Ye Mengding bowed slightly: "Xiao Wu, just make a simple show, don't waste it, and you can reduce one table." ”

Unexpectedly, Ye Mengding came over to just explain such a trivial matter, Ye Yingwu and Wen Tianxiang were stunned, although they didn't know what this meant, so they had to respond first.

Ye Mengding seemed to realize the doubts of the two, and squinted at a carriage parked on the road in front of him with a slight smile: "This time, the old man's old man is here, how can he not see him?" ”

Ye Yingwu was touched by the most secret place in his heart, although he blushed for a while, Wen Tianxiang also sighed, looking back, there was nothing special about that carriage, and it was a little dilapidated, and it was no different from the carriages that carried sundries in the Ye family's convoy, I don't know where Ye Mengding saw that the deceased was here.

And Ye Mengding, who has been up and down in the sea for so many years, has already seen through the changes in the world, how can the old man make him miss it so much, and he can recognize the old man's car from a distance?

After all these years, his old temper has not changed. Let's go, let's go in and see! Ye Mengding said heartily, not looking old at all, and his tone also revealed undisguised joy.

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Sure enough, there was an old man sitting on a table by the window in the small restaurant, savoring the wine in the porcelain bowl. There was only a little boy by his side, holding the wine jar in his arms, ready to add wine to the old man at any time. Although there were a few delicate side dishes on the table, none of them were touched.

Ye Mengding walked in laughing loudly: "Brother Shenfu, I haven't seen you for many years, you and I are already gray with gray temples, and we are no longer arrogant as we used to be." Today, despite the wind and rain, you and I can meet each other, how fortunate it is, how fortunate it is! ”

The old man raised his head in some surprise, and immediately raised his eyebrows, stood up and arched his hand: "What kind of magnates pass by here, it turns out to be the old brother of the town, come and come, if you don't dislike it, how about sitting at the same table with my bad old man?" I didn't expect that Ye Zhenzhi, who was freshly dressed and angry, also had a day of serving the old, and the world was a strange news! ”

Ye Yingwu and Wen Tianxiang were both shocked, they didn't expect Ye Mengding to have such deeds back then, thinking that his flying and domineering actions and pride were not much different from Ye Yingwu, who was in the limelight in Lin'an for a while.

"I can't ask for it." Ye Mengding smiled, not caring at all about the old man's last sigh, "It's just that the younger brother is puzzled that Brother Shen Fu is an official in Lin'an, and his home is in She County, Huangzhou, whether it is an official or returning to his hometown, it is unreasonable, why stop in Raozhou?" I also hope that my brother will answer one or two. ”

The old man laughed: "Could it be that you doubt me?" This time, the old man was ordered to supervise the army and take a trip to Xiangfan, Hanyang. Your famous baby child's Xingguo Army is also within the scope of the old man's supervision, don't violate the military law when the time comes, the old man can turn his face and deny people! ”

"Ordered to oversee the army?" Ye Mengding was taken aback, and then saw the haze flashing on the old man's face, and he already knew a thing or two in his heart, Jia seemed to say that he was afraid that Su Liuyi, Zhang Shijie, Ye Yingwu and others would be afraid to move forward, so that his wishful thinking of weakening the opponent's strength with the help of the Mongolian army's attack failed, but he sent such an upright and respected person to supervise the army, and the matter was already planned to this point, Ye Mengding had to admire the wrist of the old fox in Beijing.

I don't know which demon was reincarnated into such a scourge, and he actually took the thoughts of all the people involved in the government and the opposition to death, I'm afraid that no one in this world can accept him except Lord Yama.

At this time, Ye Yingwu, Wen Tianxiang and others had already come in one after another, and Ye Mengding no longer asked in detail, so he simply put down the matter first, pointed to the two behind him and said: "Junior brother to introduce Brother Shenfu, the younger brother's left hand is Jiang Ziyuan's proud protégé Wen Tianxiang, the word Song Rui; The right hand is the dog Ye Yingwu, the word is far and strong. ”

"These two young and talented old men have been greedy for a long time when they heard about their deeds, but God has put all this good luck on the heads of you and Ziyuan Gong in the town, and the old man has deep complaints!" The old man couldn't help but jokingly said, "Come, everyone who comes is a guest, and the old man respects the two!" ”

Ye Yingwu and Wen Tianxiang were startled, where did they dare to let him toast, so they hurriedly stepped forward to salute first, and then took the wine glass, not daring to slack off at all. And both of them already knew in their hearts that since this old man was called "Shen Fu", then there was no doubt that Cheng Yuanfeng, the old man in the court who raised Dongxiao Palace and worshiped Shaobao.

This person is famous for his integrity and strength, and he can see it today, although he has white eyebrows and hangs old, he can still see the demeanor of the year. And Ye Yingwu knew that this old man who looked quite tough only had two years of yang life left, and he couldn't help but feel a little sorry in his heart. It has only been a month since he returned to the stormy end of the Southern Song Dynasty, and he has already seen too many lives and deaths on the flat rocky beachhead and Cixi City, but thinking that this is a dying person in front of him, Ye Yingwu still can't accept it in his heart.

He is like a mortal who has seen the life and death book of the Lord of the Underworld, who knows everything, but he can't do anything.

Seeing that Ye Yingwu's face was a little hesitant, Cheng Yuanfeng also said that Ye Yingwu was afraid, but laughed instead: "Yuan Liexian's nephew heard that the old man was serving as the supervisor, was he afraid?" ”

"Huh?!" Wen Tianxiang and Ye Yingwu were both shocked, and Ye Yingwu said in surprise: "Senior Cheng・・・・・・"

"Just call the old man 'uncle'." Cheng Yuanfeng smiled kindly.

"Yes, Uncle Cheng, the court asked you to supervise the army, and the purpose is self-evident." Ye Yingwu's mind turned quickly, and he naturally understood what Cheng Yuanfeng meant when he came to supervise the army.

Cheng Yuanfeng put down the wine bowl in his hand and said lightly: "Even if the old man is allowed to go into battle shirtless, the old man will not frown." This matter is related to the survival of the family and the country, and the old man doesn't care about what party disputes there are, he only knows that he supervises you to keep half of my Great Song Dynasty and the blood of China, that's all. Whoever dares to stand still in battle will be killed. ”

Ye Yingwu smiled bitterly and arched his hand, knowing that Cheng Yuanfeng would be wrong about what he meant, Xiangyang was very important, even if it was Jia Nidao, the scourge of the Great Song Dynasty, who was trapped in the city, he would not hesitate to pounce. Now I am worried that these three armies, which are weak and have inconsistent commands, may not even be able to stop Ashu's tentative attack, let alone rescue Xiangyang. Now that there is a prison army that does not understand military affairs and has a strong personality, things have become more complicated.

Now his most important task is to train an elite army as quickly as possible, so that he can tear through the Mongolian army barrier outside Xiangyang City, rescue Xiangyang between survival and death, and also rescue the Southern Song Dynasty between survival and death.

However, these truths are unreasonable to old masters like Cheng Yuanfeng who have never been on the battlefield and only have a lot of enthusiasm.

Suddenly, Ye Yingwu didn't even want to see this old friend of Daozuo from Cheap Daddy.

At the end of the wind and the green, the gentleman can see it. The atmosphere of the Southern Song Dynasty's decadence has become stronger and stronger, and the smoke and rain outside the window are becoming more and more confused. Thinking of this, Ye Yingwu couldn't help but shiver lightly. Time is getting less and less, and he can almost hear the black and white impermanence that hooks away the soul of the Great Song Dynasty, and the footsteps of the bull head and horse face are getting closer and closer.

"Well, today you and I meet with old friends, and don't talk about the military and politics, but talk about some interesting anecdotes." Ye Mengding noticed that the atmosphere between his second son and his old friend was a little stiff, and hurriedly stood up to play a round, and at the same time secretly sighed in his heart, Jia Yidao's seemingly unintentional and shallow hand mercilessly hit his most secret weakness.

Subconsciously, Ye Mengding raised his head, looking out through the half-hidden window, the wind and rain were bleak, and he couldn't see through the future of the Great Song Dynasty.