Liu Che had already passed down the will to let Yang Chuan follow the Yulin Army to Longxi County, named Taishou, but in fact he was responsible for the logistics of the army commanded by Huo Qubing and Cao Xiang.

In the final analysis, it is actually the military Sima of the Yulin Army.

However, even Dong Zhongshu already knew about such a major matter, but he, the party of Changning Hou and Da Nong Ling, had not received any news at all, which couldn't help but make Yang Chuan think about it a few more times.

It seems that the emperor's defense of his relatives has been there from the beginning, and this vigilance has already penetrated into Liu Che's bones.

Yang Chuan understood in his heart that the people of the old Liu family's defense of their relatives also started with Emperor Gao's original wife Lu Pheasant, the woman was much younger than Liu Bang, and her wrist was extremely smart, and she actually wanted to kill and take it away when Liu Bang was dying, but in the end it fell short, but after his death, let the woman almost kill the bloodline of the old Liu family.

Later, Lü Pheasant was named the Empress Dowager, but she actually controlled the army and court of the entire Han Empire.

The Lu family was originally very powerful, so it soon became the number one dog in the Han Dynasty, and it was very arrogant and domineering, and it was only left to kill the king and usurp the throne......

"Marquis Changning, you really don't know the emperor's will?"

Just when Yang Chuan was stunned, Dong Zhongshu seemed to guess his thoughts, chuckled, and said, "The emperor has a deep mind about you relatives, Marquis Changning, don't you want to know the reason?" ”

Yang Chuan scolded casually: "What kind of relatives, Ben Hou is just a farmer and a little cook, and he was lucky enough to worship my mother Princess Pingyang, so he has the glory and wealth of today."

Dong Zhongshu, you bad old man is very bad, and you still want to stir up the relationship between Benhou and the emperor? ”

Dong Zhongshu said with a smile: "Marquis Changning, if the emperor does not appoint Liu Ju as the crown prince, as long as you, the marquis of the Han Dynasty, do not seek rebellion, the emperor will definitely let you enjoy the glory and wealth of the world, and you can also let your descendants of the Yang family have at least three or five generations of high-ranking officials;

But since Liu Ju became the crown prince.

Marquis Changning, didn't you feel the strange aura of the court? ”

Yang Chuan shook his head: "Ben Hou doesn't know. ”

Dong Zhongshu sighed, and then no longer mentioned this topic, but changed the conversation and asked: "The old man wants to follow the Marquis of Changning to Longxi County." ”

"Or, to put it another way, the old man wants to bring his disciples to follow your Yang family, first, I want them to have more experience and increase a little knowledge, and second, I want to find them a smooth road in the officialdom, I don't know the ...... of Changning Hou."

Without waiting for the old thief to finish speaking, Yang Chuan directly shook his head and refused: "No." ”

Dong Zhongshu was not angry when he was rejected, he snorted and immediately said: "Let some of the old man's disciples follow Changning Hou's left and right, is it okay?" ”

Yang Chuan looked at Dong Zhongshu and asked very seriously: "Dong Zhongshu, if you have anything to say, just open your mouth directly, don't want to be so tempted to come and try, Ben Hou's patience is limited." ”

Dong Zhongshu smiled, his originally slightly rickety back slowly straightened, and said indifferently: "Since this is the case, the old man is not welcome."

Changning Hou, this go to Longxi County, the emperor should want to let the champion Hou guard the northwest, deter the Qiang people at the same time, waiting for the opportunity to fight the Huns in the Western Regions, I have to say that the emperor's move is extremely clever, not only to deter those Qiang people not to dare to act rashly, but also to be able to contain the Xiongnu right Xianwang more than 200,000 troops with only three or five thousand men and horses.

Therefore, no matter what the outcome of the battle of Mobei is, the champion Hou Huo Quai, Pingyang Hou Cao Xiang and you Changning Hou Yang Chuan will win a military feat.

There are more than 300 scholars from poor families under the old man's family, if the current strategy of employing people in the imperial court, even if there is a strong recommendation from the old man, the teacher, it will only give them a future for the officials......"

Yang Chuan understood.

Dong Zhongshu is interceding for his student, to see if he can hold his thigh, and then have a good future.

Regarding the old thief's thoughts, Yang Chuan was still quite emotional in his heart.

In this bullshit world, it is estimated that only people with the profession of teachers can do this kind of thing to seek a future for young people from despicable and poor backgrounds, and they can put down their bodies and ask for rewards from the powerful, right?

Yang Chuan stared into Dong Zhongshu's eyes, carefully looked at the two clear, clean and plain eyes of the old thief, and nodded slightly: "Dong Gong, you have written a lot of articles, said a lot of nonsense, and done a lot of things, in my Yang Chuan's opinion, only this matter is what a teacher should do, this is your responsibility and obligation." ”

"Let's go, it just so happens that there are guests at my house in the evening, and your father-in-law just has a banquet."

Dong Zhongshu was overjoyed, the whole person's temperament changed inexplicably, and walked side by side with Yang Chuan, and said with a smile: "The old man actually has the intention of being humiliated and rejected by you, but unexpectedly, Yang Chuan, the Marquis of Changning, who has never given people face, agreed so happily."

You can rest assured, those disciples who follow you are very good at reading and have good character.

It is especially rare that they are all very young, the oldest of them is only twenty-one and twelve, and the youngest is only fifteen years old. ”

Yang Chuan said noncommittally: "We went to Longxi County to fight, and we may have to kill a lot of people. ”

Dong Zhongshu said indifferently: "A scholar who can't lift a sword to kill people and go into battle to kill enemies, what kind of scholar is it?" ”

"Changning Hou, don't worry, those three hundred students will definitely not hold you back, let alone lose your face......"

……

At the end of February, Yang Chuan returned to Chang'an City.

This is the first time he has appeared on the streets of Chang'an after 'hugging his illness', riding his chestnut little mare, hugging back and forth, and fluttering the flag, it is very public.

It's just that his face is still a little pale, and with a faint smile on his handsome face, he looks very harmless to humans and animals.

Some of the little things to do are not more evil in the attic of the restaurant, tea shop and kiln poked their heads out, jealous and envious at the same time, but also a little secretly happy, the same young man, Yang Chuan became the top prince of the Han Empire when he was less than eighteen years old, and after a while, he had to marry the princess of the Han Dynasty, many people were actually quite sour.

"Look at his triumphant appearance, give him to the sun!"

"Proud fart, more than two months ago, he tried to provoke Prime Minister Gongsun in the court, didn't he run away in the wilderness, and went back to his country village to recuperate?"

“……”

In this way, the mouths of the wicked young people were unobstructed, and they almost penetrated into Yang Chuan's ears without a word.

He didn't hear about it.

These young people don't know how deep the water in the court is, and they all look like they have been forcibly lowered, how can they be as knowledgeable as them?

Even, hearing someone talk about himself like this, Yang Chuan laughed secretly in his heart, it seems that the effect of pretending to be sick from time to time is not bad, no wonder there are so many capable military generals in the history books who come to a retreat at every turn, this is sometimes, it is the best policy to advance as a retreat, and it is even more wonderful to retreat to retreat......

Just as Yang Chuan was thinking to himself in his heart, suddenly, a cold sword aura rushed to his face, but it was a black-faced man wearing a robe, wearing a hat, flying down from a restaurant, and a long sword in his hand went straight to Yang Chuan's throat.

Assassin!

"Array!"

"Kill!"

The lower part of Yang Chuanmen's trilogy is all veterans of a hundred battles, and in the face of this sudden crisis situation, there is no such trick in film and television dramas, with a bang, the formation is completed within one breath, completely isolating the black-faced man, and the long sword is naturally three or five feet away from Yang Chuan's throat.

"Shield!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

With a few roars, the battle formation formed by the two hundred parts advanced seven or eight steps, one step at a time, and with each step, nearly a hundred spears suddenly stabbed out.

In the blink of an eye, the assassin was forced to a brick wall, his shoulders, thighs, and ribs were also dripping with blood, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

With such a little three-legged cat kung fu, you want to assassinate the great Han liehou?

The lieges of the Han Empire were also too special and worthless.

Yang Chuan always had a faint smile on his face, but a glimmer of light flashed under his eyes, and his lips moved slightly: "Chop." ”

With his order, the two hundred parts took a silent step forward, dozens of spears 'brushed' out, and nailed them to the blue brick wall on the spot; one of the tribes stepped forward, and with a knife in his hand, he chopped off the man's head, and the bones rolled out several feet, and blood splattered on the wall, like a bright red ink painting, quite freehand.

The surrounding restaurants, tea shops and other probe watchers were all frightened by the scene in front of them, and hurriedly retracted their heads.

This Changning Hou Yang Chuan, it's quite dark.

Although according to the law of the Han Dynasty, the assassination of the liehou should be punished by the three clans and the nine clans, but after you arrest the assassin, you must hand it over to the Tingwei Mansion for trial, right......

Yang Chuan raised his head to look at the clear and bright sky, listened to the sound of Qingyue carvings, and ordered: "Escort those assassins over." ”

Several of the subordinates responded with a loud shout into the distance.

Then, I saw some other tribes carrying more than a dozen Jianghu characters wearing robes and straw sandals walking over, but it was those tribes who were secretly protecting that directly controlled the other people as soon as the assassination operation was launched.

Among these people, there are men and women, old and young, even if they were arrested and taken down, they all looked extremely unruly, held their heads high, and stared coldly at Yang Chuan who was sitting on horseback.

Yang Chuan glanced around, and asked very coldly, "Who are you?" Why assassinate Benhou? ”

A little woman in the crowd snorted and scolded, "Yang Chuan's little thief ......"

Yang Chuan: "Chop." ”

Before the little woman could finish scolding, a bent hand picked up and fell, and the little woman's head was chopped off, bounced two or three times on the yellow mud ground, and rolled out about five feet, and her two eyes blinked vigorously, revealing a frightened, desperate and painful expression.

I have to say that if it weren't for some blood and sludge on this head, this little woman would still be quite handsome.

At this moment, those characters in the rivers and lakes were in a big mess, and they began to struggle hard and scold.

Yang Chuan listened to it a few times, and it was nothing more than scolding him for not being a son of man, as a big farmer of the Han Dynasty, but he made some bullshit 'Han debt coins', and cleverly searched for money in the name of ......,

He thought about it sideways, and his mind quickly circled, and finally determined that these people should have been paid to behave him.

"According to the age, chop."

Yang Chuan stretched out a finger and pointed at the oldest old man in the gang: "That one is too old and useless, start with him." ”

Before others could react, the old man's head was chopped off with a 'bang'.

A burst of blood spurted out, splashing several accomplices around him all over their faces.

In the air, there was a faint smell of blood that was disgusting, not to mention the characters who were caught, even the wicked young men peeping in the attics on both sides of Huangni Street, who were already speechless.

"If no one speaks well, keep chopping." Yang Chuan commanded casually.

There was a 'bang' sound.

Another head hit the ground, and another disgusting splatter of blood, but it was a man who looked to be in his fifties whose head had been chopped off.

At this moment, the cursing of those Jianghu characters finally stopped.

However, the anger and resentment in the eyes of these guys have also reached their peak, and they all seem to be about to breathe fire.

Yang Chuan glanced at these people, inexplicably a little angry.

See, this is the result of his blind tolerance......

The smile on his face gradually disappeared, his gaze began to cool, and he said casually, "She, chop." ”

As a result, a twenty-seven or eight-year-old middle-aged woman had her head chopped off, and the head rolled out seven or eight feet on the ground, and her unkempt bun was stained with blood and yellow mud.

Since it is not possible to back down, then simply face it head-on.

In a few days, the army will go on the march, from the general Wei Qing to Huo Quai, Cao Xiang and he Yang Chuan will go to the battlefield to fight, if the relatives in Chang'an City are constantly harassed by these mad dogs, they should die if they think about it.

"Next, him."

Yang Chuan stretched out a finger and pointed at a middle-aged man and said indifferently.

At the moment when the blade in the hand of the tribal waved and chopped down suddenly, the man's face was like ashes, and the despair in his eyes was very rich, and he shouted astringently: "Spare your life......"

His voice stopped abruptly.

A huge head rolled into dust, and in the blink of an eye, it became a thing stained with mud and blood.

The faces of the remaining dozen or so people changed greatly, and a faint trace of fear flashed in everyone's eyes, Yang Chuan saw it in his eyes, but his face did not change and pointed to a little woman.

The little woman's face was pale, and she wanted to force herself to say a few hard words, but she held her breath or two but still didn't speak.

"Changning Hou, wait!"

Just when Yang Chuan said the word 'chop', among the gang of Jianghu characters, a middle-aged man suddenly spoke, "If you want to know something, just ask, if you want to kill someone, just come at me, don't want to slaughter others." ”

"This assassination was all planned by me Duan Tiande, and the others were accomplices."

Yang Chuan's eyelids didn't move, and said, "Chop." ”

Woo!

A sharp-bladed steel knife flashed in the air with a cold aura, and after a soft sound, the head of the middle-aged man Duan Tiande fell to the ground.

"This name is not good, it sounds like a dog traitor," Yang Chuan played with the horse whip in his hand, looked up at the sky, and said expressionlessly: "These people are useless, they can only waste food in the world." ”

"Then, chop it all."

The sixth volume of "Northwest Look" gradually unfolded, and Yang Chuan figured out some things after experiencing a secret battle in the court, so he finally wanted to open the killing ring.

(End of chapter)