What is a sleepy pillow?

That's it.

Jiang Chen felt a lot of joy in his heart, and looked up at Sima Lun, his originally hateful face had become much cuter at the moment.

He immediately joined Wei Anguo and said in unison:

"Thank you, Lord Long."

Sima Lun didn't know what Jiang Chen was thinking, he was still smug, and said with a secret smile:

"You and the other two stupid people, just do a good job for me David Wu Dynasty, smash the pot and sell iron, and do your best!"

But on the bright side.

He still maintained the attitude of the envoy of the Son of Heaven, and in a slightly sharp voice, he said sharply:

"If you are nourished by the fortunes of the country, you should also rest with the country!"

said.

Sima Lun took out another edict, which was not signed by the old emperor Cao Rong, but the seal of Cao Fang, the prince of the supervising state.

"This envoy is ordered by the prince of the prison country to come to supervise the army, Wang'er and other Qingzhou troops, return east as soon as possible, and defeat the Xiliang thieves!"

Wei Anguo has always regarded the interests of David's Wu Dynasty as his own interests, and immediately gave a military salute and said loudly:

"Minister, Wei Anguo, obey the order!"

Jiang Chen also gave a military salute:

"Minister Jiang Chen, obey the order."

Soon.

The Qingzhou Army, which had been stagnant for nearly ten days, finally pulled out of camp and set off for the east.

Nine thousand Qingzhou soldiers, as well as thousands of people, stepped on the desert, ran day and night for three days, and finally entered the Shule River Valley.

Jiang Chen opened his eyes and took in the scenery within dozens of miles.

The Shule River is a counter-current river, flowing from east to west, struggling forward, breaking through the obstacles of the Bailongdui Desert and nourishing the land for about dozens of miles.

There are large poplar forests along the way, as well as wild beasts chasing water and grass, and even a very small number of Qiang people who have not yet been sinicized, grazing nearby.

And this river.

If you use modern geography to explain, it is about a 200 milliliter rainfall line, to the west is the desert, to the east, is the cultivated field.

That is, Yumen Pass.

There is a large area of land that can be cultivated in the pass, and it is mainly an agricultural people, but outside the pass, there are nomads who ride horses and slash.

Jiang Chen sincerely hopes that all the nomadic people who are "good at singing and dancing" will transform into a group that can sing and dance.

If you are unwilling, then, as the population of both sides increases, there will inevitably be many battles, fights, and bloody battles......

The long line composed of Yumen-Jiayu-mountains and seas is the bloody line of the struggle between the farming people and the nomads for thousands of years throughout the ages.

"At most, in a few years, the five major Hu tribes will compete for the final winner, win the title of the new Xiongnu, and then go south to invade the Central Plains ......"

Jiang Chen sighed.

The old emperor's thinking is undoubtedly quite correct.

If it can be successfully implemented, it will definitely be able to clamp the grassland with two arms, so that the nomads can become "good at singing and dancing".

But it's a pity.

No matter what generation of emperors, even the Qin Emperor and Han Wu, it is impossible to borrow another 500 years from the sky, at most to live to be forty-nine years old, at most fifty years old, and then he will die irretrievably.

And the eight-year-old crown prince Cao Fang, can he really withstand domestic pressure, inherit the old emperor's national policy, and go north to the grassland?

…………

Zhongzhou.

Jade City.

Dozens of palace maids stood in the back garden, under the white palace wall somewhere, all trembling, tears of fear flashing in their eyes.

And the existence that scared these poor girls was the prince of the prison country-Cao Fang.

He gave full authority to the Prime Minister's Office on the Liangzhou rebellion.

And Cao Fang herself played some childhood games with these palace maids.

For example, his entertainment at the moment - "Blood Slingshot".

"Stand up, this king is going to shoot~"

Cao Fang's face was full of excitement, he raised his bow, aimed at the face of a beautiful palace maid, and shot a sharp stone.

Puff –

Blood Splash!

The beautiful palace maid immediately broke her appearance, and a blood mark nearly two inches long fell on her left face, and her originally beautiful face was like a ghost at the moment.

The palace maids and eunuchs present were all sad in their hearts, and they all remembered a word in their hearts:

"Faint King!"

"If the crown prince ascends to the throne, will we palace people still have a way to live?"

Right now.

The beautiful palace maid who had broken her appearance suddenly gave birth to great courage.

She was bold, strode forward a few steps, and then knelt in front of the crown prince Cao Fang, and said sadly:

"Your Royal Highness, the slave maid is also very good at slingshots, why don't you change the slave maid, you can rest on the side and see if the slave and maid are playing accurately, how about it?"

Cao Fang also found it quite interesting, nodded and said:

"That's right."

The beautiful palace maid smiled, and from the back garden, she found hundreds of full and juicy flower bones, some red and some purple.

Subsequently, she used these flower bones as stone bullets and shot them at the palace maid.

Syllable!

A red flower bone hit the palace maids in the face, and the juice snaked down, beating them red and purple, which was very embarrassing, making Cao Fang laugh and call it funny.

Many palace maids touched the red and purple flower juice on their faces, and they all breathed a sigh of relief, and cast a grateful glance at the beautiful palace maids.

The beautiful palace maid also boldly admonished:

"Your Royal Highness the Prince, the slave maid was born in poverty, and she played a lot of interesting games with her partner when she was a child, if you are interested, the slave maid can teach you ......"

It was also at this time.

At the entrance of the back garden, an old man walked slowly, he was on crutches, as if he was drooping old, but his steps were extremely steady, and he looked like a young man.

This person is Prime Minister Zuo, Sima Zhongda.

The gameplay of this "blood slingshot" was taught by him to the crown prince Cao Fang.

"I never expected that among the lowly palace maids, there are also young phoenix and virtuous women, and they almost let you break Fang'er's heart back to the right path......"

Sima Zhongda stared at the face of the beautiful palace maid, and suddenly showed a cold smile, and then said in Cao Fang's ear:

"So ...... so"

Hear the words.

Cao Fang was puzzled at first, and then overjoyed:

"Good, good, good!"

"Or the master has an idea!"

said.

Cao Fang looked at the beautiful palace maid and laughed:

"If you can do one thing, this king will make you the crown princess, how about it?"

The beautiful palace maid had no interest in this.

She just wanted to protect these poor companions, and she didn't have any delusions of "ascending to the branches to be a phoenix", but she didn't dare to disobey the prince's order, and smiled sadly:

"The slave and the maid take the order."

Cao Fang's eyes were full of expectation:

"The little slingshot isn't fun, do you see the big swing in front of you?"

"The crown princess of this king, you jump up and swing, you must swing to the highest point!"

The beautiful palace maid nodded yes, then jumped up and swayed hard, trying to make the crown prince Cao Fang happy.

At this time, the crown prince Cao Fang first glanced at his master, Sima Zhongda, and then shouted loudly:

"This king orders you, immediately let go of your hands and fall to the ground, kneel down to receive the order!"

As soon as the words fell.

Under the oppression of the royal power, the beautiful palace maid did not even hesitate, and when the swing reached the highest point, she immediately let go and jumped over.

And yet—

Under the trend of inertia, her body cut an arc in mid-air, and slammed into the snow-white palace wall with precision and straight points.

Bang!

The bright red blood mixed with the turbid white brain pulp, like a big bowl of blood tofu, splashed on the wall of the snow-white palace, dripping with blood.

She's dead.

Dozens of palace maids hid their faces and wept, sad, but they were extremely sad, but they were deeply resentful, hated to the soul.

The crown prince Cao Fang clapped his hands happily, and laughed at Sima Zhongda on the side:

"Master, do you see that this king has hit this slingshot, is it pretty?"

Sima Zhongda said respectfully:

"In the whole world, the prince's slingshot skills can be described as unparalleled in the world!"

After listening to the praise, the crown prince Cao Fang was in a very good mood, and begged the "master" to teach a few more particularly fun games.

Sima Zhongda glanced at the miserable corpse of the young phoenix virtuous woman, and showed an amiable smile:

"Okay, Lao Chen still has a lot of fun games......"

A few years later, a great historian surnamed Lu made the following comments on what Cao Fang did today:

[For a future emperor, a limited number of lives are nothing.

At most, it is just for the innocent idlers to talk about after dinner, or to the malicious idlers as the seeds of "rumors".

As for the deeper meaning of this, it is only marginal.

However.

Since the white wall is stained with blood, even if it is repainted, it will inevitably be soaked in some blood.

At least, it should also be impregnated with the hearts of relatives, teachers and friends, and lovers.

Even if time passes and is washed into a light crimson, there will be a terrifying power of "daring to change the sun and the moon into a new sky" in the sorrow of the indifference!

If we want to find the meaning of this death and wounded for the future, this is the meaning.

In the pale red blood, the survivors will vaguely see a faint hope; A real warrior will move forward more vigorously. 】

So—

For today's David Wu Dynasty, who is the real warrior? Who can "dare to change the sun and the moon into a new sky"?

…………

Jiang Chen rode the old green ox, walked at the front of the team, and finally crossed the Shule River valley and arrived at Yumen Pass.

Yumen Pass, a good man of the peace, Li Xian led a group of local heroes, big households, and two brothers of the Wang Wang team to welcome the arrival of the Qingzhou army ten miles outside the city.

Li Xian's face showed a respectful expression, and he said loudly:

"Welcome the Qingzhou military division back to the dynasty and sweep away the thieves!"

Everyone shouted in unison:

"Welcome the Qingzhou military division back to the dynasty and sweep away the thieves!"

A group of powerful and big families were also full of curiosity, and they raised their eyes to look at the general on the back of the ox, and they couldn't help but feel very surprised in their hearts:

"He is the second general of Wu who killed Chen Xijue, and he is so young?"

"Qingzhou Jiangxing, is this the person?"

"The afterlife is terrifying!"

Li Xian waved his hand, and immediately eight military guards, carrying four large boxes of medicinal materials, walked quickly and sent them to Jiang Chen.

Li Xian's attitude became more and more humble and said:

"Fortunately, I was not dishonored, and I successfully purchased a large amount of medicinal materials for the Qingzhou Army."

Jiang Chen raised his eyelids and said calmly:

"The 3,000 acres of land deed I gave is not worth so many medicinal materials."

Li Xian glanced back at the many local tyrants and big families behind him, and said with a smile:

"The general killed Chen Xijue, the thief general, and removed a big harm for my Yumen Pass, these medicinal materials are a little bit of the mind of the little ones."

Jiang Chen's expression was indifferent, and his eyes swept the whole city of Yumen Pass, but he did not see Zhang Baisui.

He couldn't help frowning:

"A few days ago, it should be the eleventh day of the first month of February, and to the fifteenth day of the first month of February, that is, before the solar term stings, is there an old fighting general, called Zhang Baisui, who came to look for you, purchase medicinal materials to resist thunder, and hire excellent alchemists?"

The blood slingshot seems to be a short story that I have read in "Story Club", and I don't remember it very well.

(End of chapter)