"As far as the tiger knows," Zhao Bohu Huo Ran turned around and looked down at Ying Yuan, who was still kneeling on the ground, "Xianfanjun has had a stroke since the beginning of last winter, his mind is unconscious, and he can't speak at all, and there is a medical case to prove it. In this way, how can the son of the fan seek his father's approval? Or ------" He suddenly accentuated his tone and lowered his voice, "Or is it Mrs. Fan's approval?"

Although it was cold in early spring, beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down Ying Yuan's forehead, and "pop-" fell onto the smooth bluestone brick surface. Although the voice of Zhao Bohu in his ears was not loud, it sounded like thunder in Ying Yuan's ears: "Si Chen, the omen of the country!"

"Dare to ask the Prime Minister," Wei He asked in a loud voice, "So why did the prince of the world only seek the permission of the prime minister before he left, and obtained the golden order of the prime minister's mansion, but he did not write to the Son of Heaven who was near Luoyi to ask for it?" What is the word of loyalty and filial piety when acting like this?"

"It's all the tiger's fault." Zhao Bohu turned around and bowed deeply to the case of King Gao: "Regarding the matter of the son of the world attending the meeting for his father, Hu once presented a brief book to the Son of Heaven, but at that time, the king traveled far away to sing the song, and the book was lost and disappeared. However, the minister did not have time to write again, and it was the minister's fault, and this responsibility naturally rested with the minister."

Having said this, Zhou Li Wang Jihu, who had been sitting quietly watching this debate, could no longer express his position, he cleared his throat and said: "This matter is within the authority of the young father, and there is no need to inform the king of his approval, the young father is restrained."

Okay, now that the dust has settled, what is there to say? Zhao Bohu recalled the son of Fanshi, ordered him to be the envoy, escorted him back to the throne, and let go of the cruel words: "But there is a bad pool, and it will not be forgiven!"

The courtiers in the palace looked at each other and had to write a big word in their hearts. Tall! Ying Yuan guards Fanzhen, but there is a difference, and the first one who can't get rid of it is the henchmen of this lady, the so-called "black under the lamp" is also.

Scattered in the dynasty, the young son of heaven Ji Hu, surrounded by the inner servants, was the first to leave the court hall in the voice of the ministers. The ministers gradually dispersed, and Wei He, with a self-deprecating and cold smile on the corner of his mouth, also brushed his sleeves away. Only Zhao Bohu was still sitting behind the lenient photo desk, watching the people in the hall decrease one by one, until he was the only one left-------

Today's Chaohui summons Bohu is a big victory, but why? What came to my heart was a sense of loneliness that went deep into the bone marrow------ I was too powerless------ why is this? Zhao Bohu is unknown. :

On the fifth day of the first month of March, it was the day when the Eighth Division of Chengzhou opened its camp.

The campers are also said to have lifted the winter wall and resumed the patrol of the defense area. This is also the unified law of the garrison of the Zhou Dynasty, and its military significance is like the opening ceremony of the spring of the Jingshi people's rule.

Every year, starting from the first heavy snowfall, the icy West Sixth Division and the Chengzhou Eighth Division enter the winter camp period. The castle fortress, the deep ditch and the high fortress, the village community and the common people are strong and clear, unless there is an urgent military situation and secret military affairs, the army will not open the barracks.

In the coming spring and March, although the Longxi Mountains and the Weihe Plain are still the boundless yellow world, the mighty spring breeze drumming day and night has made the remnant snow melt and the river ice is initially dissolved, and the poplar forests all over the mountains have shed their withered yellow leaves, and the bright and hazy green seeps out from the trunks.

In another half month and January, the Rong Dihu riders in the depths of the Yinshan grassland and the desert can spread their hooves and go south to plunder the Central Plains. It was this difference in weather that made the Western Sixth Division and the Chengzhou Eighth Division, as well as the armies of Yanwei and other countries, form a common military system: the camp was opened in early March, and the troops and horses were prepared for Hu to go south.

When Zhao Bohu rushed to the main tent of the Chengzhou camp with the handsome seal tiger talisman, it coincided with the opening of the camp drill, and the sound of killing in the military camp shook the sky, the war horses neighed, and it was steaming. Ji Duoyou had already led the generals to wait outside the gate for a long time, welcomed into the big tent of the Chinese army shogunate, handed over all military affairs, took over the handsome seal and tiger talisman, and the young general did not speak, only commanded to the small colonel: "Take the summons to the special tent of the southeast step military camp to rest."

The big tent that Ji Duoyou prepared for his friend was in the corner of the infantry camp in the east and west corners.

Walking through the continuous military tent area, the first thing I saw was a large banner with black background and white borders that was the same height and size as the main general's banner blowing in the wind, but there was no surname, a circle of tall and thick horse dung walls, and a circle of heavily armored samurai with three soldiers (spears, swords, bows and crossbows) held by each of the people outside the wall.

Walking into the horse manure in the residual snow

The wall, a large round tent stood alone, a layer of apparently connected huge silk cotton was draped outside the cowhide tent, and the mouth of the tent was nailed to a fur-wrapped wooden door so thick that even the cold wind could not help it, and it looked like a bulging mound of ash. If it weren't for the bamboo pipe chimney on the top of the tent, no one would have believed that this silent "mound" could live in.

Zhao Bohu could see that in this mountain barracks where the ice and snow had not melted, the warmth of this big tent was unique. Although the shogunate of the Chinese army is spacious, the cold, hard and rough blue brick floor, the thick but leaky stone walls, and the ironclad soldiers entering and exiting cannot be so tightly fitted in any way, and no matter what, people can't think of the four words "warm and comfortable".

Zhao Bohu pushed the door into the tent, only to see a huge charcoal stove in front of a huge table in the middle of the big tent, which baked the tent extremely warm. A low-eyed tea lady was sitting quietly serving a humble clay pot, and she got up and fluttered on the thick carpet, completely silent. In the aroma of tea that swirled around the big tent, only the gurgling sound of boiling water was there.

Ji Duoyou seemed to know that Zhao Bohu had a long journey, and waited until he had a long nap until the end of the day. Zhao Bohu was about to instruct the maid Zhang Luo to drink and eat, but was stopped by Duoyou with a wave of his hand: "I ate too much for lunch, and drank again, and I couldn't bear to drink again at night." It's better to make a pot of tea, let's taste it like wine, how about it?"

said that he couldn't bear it, but Zhao Bohu understood that he was afraid that he would not be able to bear it if he drank continuously. couldn't help but be moved in his heart, nodded, and instructed the tea girl to make tea.

After a while, the hot air on the big stove fluttered, and the fragrance of tea filled the entire warm tent. Zhao Bohu waved his hand to rebuke the tea girl, and lifted the clay pot from the tea stove to pour tea, skillful and neat without losing the tea girl.

"Good tea!" Ji Duoyou shrugged his nose: "Don't worry, this is Feng Ze Mangdang tea!" Yes and no?"

Zhao Bohu was quite surprised: "Shibei three days, you should be impressed. I didn't expect Ziliang to be able to taste tea now? Can you taste the earthy shades? Why is it Fengze Mangdang tea, not Juye Shanze tea?"

Duoyou smiled leisurely: "The so-called evaluation and tasting is nothing more than a lot of speculation, how can there be him! Fengze Juye has two large rivers, one west and one east are separated by more than 500 miles, although they are the same as the stagnant water left over by the diversion of the ancient great river, but after thousands of years of sedimentation, it has become different water and soil. Juye mountains and rivers are vast and oceanic, there are many mountain streams and living water injection, reeds and grasses are vast and the mountains and rivers are agitated, foggy and less sunny, the water vapor is sweet and the mountain soil is red and sticky, the tea trees are fat and the leaves are quiet and fragrant. Although Fengze is connected with Mangdang Mountain, there is no living water injection, after precipitation and the water quality is thick, the soil of the four fields has more salty and wet haloalkali gas, so the tea tree is thin and tall and the tea leaves are tough, and there is a faint bitterness in the fragrance of tea wood. And the most boiled, and the fragrance and sweetness of Juye tea are very different. Why can't you taste it?"

"No, no------" Zhao Bohu couldn't help shaking his head: "These words are a little familiar, they must have been spoken by others, right------" He stretched out a finger and pointed at Duoyou, a playful smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "It's what Father Confucius said, right?" It seems that you have learned a lot from your father-in-law on the way to Chengzhou!"

Duoyou's face turned slightly red, and he scolded lightly: "I knew that drinking tea wouldn't be able to stop your talkative mouth, so it's better to get you drunk."

Unexpectedly, Zhao Bohu took a shot: "Then it's good to drink, this cold night is sitting and drinking tea, so that the birds in the mouth are not to say, and the more you sit, the colder it gets, it is better to bring a wine barrel, let's drink freely, and get drunk to relieve a thousand sorrows!"

"Wait!" Duoyou stopped him: "It's okay to drink, only one altar, you will go back to Luoyi Mianwang tomorrow, you shouldn't drink more."

While speaking, the sergeant moved into a jar of wine, Duoyou tore open the altar mask cloth, pulled out the mud seal at the mouth of the altar and poured the wine, and summoned Bohu to raise his own bowl and raise his neck to drink until there was no trickle left. Duoyou sighed lightly: "Zimu Ke has something on his heart?"

"You already know why, so why ask? It hurts the ears in vain." Zhao Bohu's clear eyes flashed with a blank look.

Ji Duoyou touched the wine bowl with Zhao Bohu, and drank it all with a tilt of his neck, wiped the corners of his mouth with his cuffs, and smacked his smack twice: "I just don't understand, everyone in the world knows that the Son of Heaven intends to award this Cheng Zhou Shuai Seal to that Yu Zhong, why do you have to him?" If it's for me, you don't have to. I have a lot of friends for people, this

Some power and wealth are not taken into account, if they are together, they will stay, and if they are not, they will go, what does it matter?"

"You don't understand." Zhao Bohu shook his head: "Holding the public weapon of the country, how can you advance and retreat with selfishness? Yu Zhong was in charge of the Western Sixth Division to defend against the enemy, and you led the Eighth Division of Cheng Zhou to pacify the Central Plains, which was the most conducive to the stability of the Great Zhou. It's good that you're my friend, but I've always been honest in calling the tiger, and I'm going to let me choose a hundred more times, and it's still the same as it is today."

"You're a stubborn temper too." Ji Duoyou sighed helplessly: "What about the son of the world? Do you insist that he return to the throne of the country, is it for the last wish of your sister-in-law, or for the sake of the Great Zhou Dynasty?"

"It's a bit of both." Zhao Bohu replied lightly: "The inheritance of the eldest son is the foundation of the Zhou rites, which is unshakable, and the king also understands this. I just don't understand why Wei Hou and ------ would openly stand up against Fan Shizi's succession? This has nothing to do with him!"