Zhang Xun fed his father a pill and kept kneeling on the edge of the bed to take care of it.

Until the time of the child, Zhang Zhongli did not wake up.

After confirming that the other party's breathing was stable and his breath was normal, Zhang Xun was about to get up and leave.

After thinking about it, he still knelt down facing Zhang Zhongli, and said in a low but resolute voice: "Father, the head of the other Han clans in Jincheng County, I came to look for my son today. They all know what you and your uncles are planning to do, and we have discussed it carefully, and we don't think it's time to make trouble under the noses of the Luna Cult. The Zhang family, the Liu, Zhou, and Qian families, decided to restrain the children of the clan, and within three months, no family head ordered them to go out without permission, let alone use force!"

Speaking of this, Zhang Xun kowtowed three times to Zhang Zhongli, who still hadn't opened his eyes, before exiting the room.

After Zhang Xun left, the old man lying on the bed trembled with anger, and his already thin and thin body almost lost his human form because of a violent cough.

Back in his study, Zhang Xun sat down to deal with the affairs of the clan.

After Zhang Yichao's turmoil, the Zhang family suffered heavy losses, and the decline was a foregone conclusion, Zhang Zhongli was seriously injured and dying, unable to govern, Zhang Xun took over the position of head of the family at that time, and it can be said that he was ordered to be in danger.

When there were few men left in the family and the adult men were slaughtered, he took the only little manpower and a group of well-informed women to break a bloody path among the thorns, so that the Zhang family, which was about to collapse, could stand firm again, and the hardships and hardships were not enough for outsiders.

Now seeing that the Zhang family has a bit of a revival, and the younger generation of children are gradually growing up and have the ability to take on family responsibilities, Zhang Xun will never allow the Zhang family to fall into the quagmire again at this time and go to destruction in one step.

This is also the common meaning of the three heads of the Liu, Zhou, and Qian families.

In fact, not only these Han families in Jincheng County, but also in the whole of Hexi, where is the Han family with a little more power, not having similar experiences and the same ideas?

Zhang Xun had no complaints about Zhang Yichao and Gui Yijun, and even admired Zhang Yichao's personality and admired Zhang Yichao's achievements. When Zhang Zhongli responded to Zhang Yichao, Zhang Xun was at the forefront with a knife. At that time, he was still young, full of enthusiasm, loyal to the monarch and the ambition to serve the country, and did not lose to any person with lofty ideals.

He just didn't trust the Tang court.

A heroic figure like Zhang Yichao had just nominally subdued most of the rivers and mountains in Hexi, and as soon as the Guiyi Army made Siyi fearful, the imperial court was worried that Zhang Yichao would be self-reliant, and an edict called him to Chang'an.

If Zhang Yichao was still in Hexi, how could there be turmoil within the Guiyi Army because of the struggle for power?

If Zhang Yichao had been all along, and if the Guiyi Army had not declined, how could the Tubo people have made a comeback so easily? How could the men of the Zhang family have been slaughtered, with the result that the orphans, widows, old and weak, women and children of the entire family will all face the dilemma of dying of hunger and cold?

After Zhang Xun took over the position of head of the family, for the livelihood of hundreds of members of the Zhang family, the iron-clad man was not afraid of a warrior who died, knelt down all over his old friends and old friends, and endured all the closed-door white eyes.

That year, in order to have a little winter clothes and a few pots of white porridge, so that the Zhang family would not be old and weak in the winter, Zhang Xun had to lie on the ground, lick the soil on the boots of the Tubo people, and tie his weak sister to the one.

For this reason, Zhang Xun's mother never saw his own son again until she died.

For many silent nights, Zhang Xun locked himself in the practice room alone, slashed his chest again and again with a dagger, and let the blood flow all over his body. If the pain of the flesh can alleviate his sins a little, Zhang Xun doesn't mind cutting off the flesh on his body piece by piece and feeding it to the dogs!

If death can be exchanged for the family's food and clothing, Zhang Xun will take a knife and cut off his own head without thinking about it.

He really thought of a hundred ways to kill himself.

But he couldn't die. He is the head of the house, and he must stand. Death is nothing but a matter of a knife, effortlessly. But when he dies, what will happen to the clansmen, so that the successor head of the family will not suffer from him?

Instead of letting the clansmen bear this pain, it is better to let him, a person who has already sinned deeply, eat all the sins that should be eaten, even if he can't enter the ancestral hall after death, he can let the family continue to live up to this ancestor.

I heard that King An has captured Min, Wei, Qin and other seven states, and his momentum is even greater than that of Zhang Yichao, but as long as he asks the Han families in Min, Wei, Die, and other states, Zhang Xun dares to guarantee that most of them will never break with the Tubo people at this time!

It's just some hot-blooded young people who are making a fuss, and at most there are some thieves who want to take advantage of the opportunity to fish in troubled waters.

Hot-blooded is not a fault. When I was young, I didn't have the pride of serving the country with blood and horse leather shroud, which was called no heart; but at my age, I didn't know how to judge the situation and protect myself cautiously, that is, I had no brain!

How strong was the Guiyi Army back then, and it still couldn't garrison troops in the eleven states of Hexi, King An only brought a hundred thousand monks this time, and the armor soldiers were only 100,000, so he wanted to subdue Hexi?

Is that the subjugation of Hexi? That is arrogance and fame-seeking! It is a child's play, harming others and oneself!

I heard that the territory of the Tang Dynasty has not been completely pacified now, there is still the king of Shu in Shu, the small princes in various places are still there, and none of the feudal towns have been reduced.

A surprise attack, by surprise, can make the Luna God Sect suffer a loss, but when the Moon God Sect reacts and mobilizes monks and armies to counterattack, King An's little manpower, what can he do to fight against others?

My father is so irrational! My uncles are also dizzy with old eyes, and when people are old, they are easy to be stubborn, and they will only stare at one thing, and they are not afraid of death anyway. There's nothing to say about it, it's understandable. But the family can't follow them, and they can't repeat the mistakes of the past!

If the tragic situation of the year were to happen again, I wouldn't have the strength to kneel all over Jincheng County again, and I am afraid that there would be no more sacrifice of the female dependents - if I can't hold on to death, what will the younger generations do?

Zhang Xun put down the brush, thinking of these situations, he no longer had the heart to deal with chores, and sat on the chair with a long sigh.

Sitting in this place, it was not until the sky was bright and the sun shone into the room that Zhang Xun suddenly realized that the night had passed.

Just as he was about to call the servants to arrange some affairs, he heard the butler's voice, "Master of the house, General Kamu is here and wants to see you." ”

"Why did he come here so early?" Hearing the name of the person who came, Zhang Xun didn't dare to slack off, hurriedly tidied up his robe and walked out of the study, and hurriedly went straight to the lobby.

Qiang Mu Coo, this name has a different weight in Zhang Xun's heart.

In desperation, he knelt and kissed the other party's shoes and gave him his own sister, which was exchanged for food for the clansmen to spend the winter.

Since then, Zhang Xun has become the other party's lackey. The main reason why the Zhang family has been able to fully recover their family strength over the years is that Zhang Xun is satisfied enough with his service and borrows the power of the other party.

When he came to the lobby, he saw the burly Karma Co Dama Golden Dao sitting on the main seat, drinking wine impatiently, Zhang Xun hurriedly saluted with Tibetan etiquette and confessed his guilt.

As one of the few Tibetan nobles in Lanzhou today, Qianmu Co is no longer a savage who first arrived in Jincheng County. There are no lice crawling everywhere in my hair, and there is no messy smell on my body, and my brocade clothes are flat and neat, and my every move looks the same.

The eyes like the copper bell of the Qimu Co stared at Zhang Xun, and there was a bloody fierce light in his eyes, and he said coldly: "Brother Zhang, I heard that after the Battle of Minzhou, there were more ill-intentioned people in Jincheng County, who were shouting all day long to welcome Wang Shi and kill all the brave and fearless Tubo warriors. Your Zhang family, there won't be such people, right?"

Zhang Xun's heart trembled, and he hurriedly waved his hand to deny: "No, absolutely not! The Zhang family is your most loyal friend and the most intimate brother of the Moon God Sect, how can there be such a person?"

Qiang Mu Co seemed to trust Zhang Xun very much, and when he saw his expression, he didn't mean to dig deeper, and nodded, but the blood in his eyes did not disappear, "Brother Zhang, you must know that the moon god is the most powerful god in the sky, and the Tubo warriors are the strongest warriors in the world, and it is impossible to be defeated! Those noisy flies in the city have all been killed by me last night! More than 700 human heads are now piled up on the streets of the city, if you are interested, you can go and have a look." ”

More than 700 people...... Hearing this number, Zhang Xun felt a chill all over his body.

I didn't believe that he was killed, and there would be so many people in the city shouting to welcome King An. Needless to say, this is killing people!

When Zhang Xun expressed his sincerity again, the fierce light in the eyes of the Qiang Mu Cuo dissipated.

While beckoning Zhang Xun not to stand and sit quickly, he showed a smile that he thought was kind, and he said: "Brother Zhang, I heard that your daughter has reached the age where she can get married, and it just so happens that my son has also grown up and needs a caring woman to warm the bed." How about having your daughter come over and make my son a concubine?"

Zhang Xun's face instantly turned red, the anger in his heart rose sharply, and the blood in his whole body surged up to his head.

His daughter has just reached the end of the day, smart and clever, knowledgeable and knowledgeable, she is the pearl of his palm, and she is also his pistachio, and she loves her the most on weekdays.

Zhang Xun can allow himself to grovel in front of the Qiang Mu Co, or even be the other party's minions. For the sake of the continuation of the family, he has long had no dignity at all, and he doesn't care how much humiliation he suffers.

But he absolutely can't accept marrying his delicate daughter to a savage barbarian!

What's more, it's still a concubine!

Zhang Xun would rather die himself than let this happen!

Zhang Xun's reaction was obviously not in line with the expectations of the caramel. In his imagination, this Han man, who was humble in front of him like an obedient dog, would not hesitate even if he asked him to eat and let him make peace with pigs and sheep. Now that great good things have fallen on him, why does he look like this?

Doesn't he know that letting his daughter be his son's concubine can well consolidate the relationship between his family and his own family, and make the Zhang family prosperous for another generation?

Qian Mucuo is not a fool, he stared at Zhang Xun with his eyes: "Brother Zhang, don't tell me you don't want to!"

Zhang Xun opened his mouth with difficulty, wanted to speak several times and stopped, his fists clenched, and he kept shaking.

Twenty years ago, he had already pushed his own sister into the fire pit with his own hands, and now, how could he push his own daughter into the abyss with his own hands?!

Qi Mu snorted coldly: "Brother Zhang, you didn't even agree to such a good thing! Could it be that the Zhang family really has anything to do with those guys who are clamoring to meet the Tang army?

Zhang Xun no longer had the slightest blood on his face, and raised his head and laughed miserably.

He wanted to answer out loud: Yes!

Every time he bent down in front of Kammutso, he would want to cut off the other person's head a hundred times!

He even thought that the day when he was old, the day when he could hand over the family to his son, he would pierce his face with a sharp blade, ruin his appearance, and then rush into the mansion of Kamco and die with him!

But he couldn't.

He shouted countless times in his heart, I am a Han person, a descendant of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, a descendant of Huo Quai, and a descendant of Li Shimin, how can I bow my head to the savages?!

He had to bow his head.

Zhang Xun stood up tremblingly, gritted his teeth and buried his face, knelt down in front of the Qianmu Co., and bowed to thank the other party for his gift.

Only then did he turn his anger into joy and laughed.

Karma Mu left by mistake, and only said that three days later, let Zhang Xun wash his daughter and send it over.

Zhang Xun stood motionless in the hall, like a statue, his face and hands were white without any blood, as if the blood had dried up in an unknown place.

Zhang Xun did not see his daughter again until he died.

No face.

That night, his fourteen-year-old son Zhang Dong rushed into his study, pointed at him and scolded him angrily, and all kinds of unbearable filthy words came out one after another, almost making Zhang Xun angry on the spot.

Soon, Zhang Dong, who had a blue nose and swollen face, was thrown out of the study by Zhang Xun.

The resentful young man struggled to get up, spat bloody spit on the study door, and after scolding the Tubo dog, he limped against the wall to find Zhang Zhongli.

Zhang Zhongli was sitting on the steps of the door, drinking with his back to the dim light in the room, his figure was lonely and lonely, but his shoulders looked extremely stubborn.

At his feet, the empty flasks were scattered to the ground.

When Zhang Dong saw Zhang Zhongli, he was coughing violently, hoarse, and violently coughing almost to cough out his lungs.

Zhang Dong, who has an unruly temperament, saw Zhang Zhongli, but he was very docile and well-behaved. After the rules and regulations were respected, he rushed over to touch his grandfather's generation, and persuaded him to drink less, and it was better to go back to the house when it was cold on the stone steps at night.

When the old man saw his grandson, he also smiled warmly with affection, waved his hand to show that he didn't have to care, and then pulled the other party to sit beside him, and handed the wine jug in his hand to the other party.

Zhang Dong's clean eyes widened, and he said unexpectedly: "Grandfather, haven't you always stopped me from drinking?"

The dying old man touched his grandson's head and said with a smile: "Didn't you quarrel with your father just now? When a man grows up, he can drink. ”

Zhang Dong was even more surprised: "The grandson quarreled with his father, which means that it ...... Grown up?"

Although he has been naughty since he was a child, the Zhang family is a farming heirloom after all, and his family education is extremely strict, and he clearly distinguishes right from wrong. Zhang Xun gave his sister to the savage as a concubine, and under his grief and anger, he could lose his mind and quarrel with Zhang Xun, but this behavior itself is rebellious, and he can only be punished.

Zhang Zhongli snorted angrily and sadly, "That rebel son, who has lost the face of our Han family's sons, should be scolded! You are only fourteen years old, you are already a Qi cultivator, sooner or later you will inherit the position of the head of the family, and you will have to lead your clan to fight to the death with the Tubo people in the future, now what's wrong with scolding this Tubo lackey?"

The young Zhang Dong noticed that when his grandfather said these words, his old eyes were full of madness.

For a while, Zhang Dong could hardly believe his ears, thinking that his grandfather was crazy.

However, after half a pot of wine was eaten, Zhang Dong no longer thought like this, and began to scold the Tibetan people with his hands dancing.

Zhang Zhongli couldn't stop laughing.

Just looking at Zhang Dong's eyes, he suddenly lost focus.

A long time ago, there was also a teenager who scolded the Tibetan people like this in front of him.

At that time, he always pestered himself, asking him to tell him about the eternal achievements of Wei Qing and Huo Quai, and about the immortal exploits of Emperor Taizong who leveled the four provinces and let all countries come to the dynasty. Whenever he spoke of it, the boy would be fascinated by it, and then his face would be flushed, and he would jump into the courtyard and swing his sword and sword, and shout and kill and kill in his mouth.

The two teenagers looked so similar that they could barely tell the difference.

Time flies like a white horse.

It's just that the heroes who used to be brave and heroic and murderous are now a bad old man full of injuries and illnesses, and he can no longer dance the knife quickly.

The former teenager has now become a middle-aged eagle dog with no bones and forgotten his ancestors!

"Grandfather, tell me about Huo Qu's illness again. Tell me how he ran thousands of miles alone, slaughtered all directions, beat the grassland barbarians, and sealed the wolf Juxu!" Zhang Dong looked up with a childish face, and his eyes full of anticipation lit up.

Zhang Zhongli came back to his senses, looked at his grandson's pure face, and suddenly felt a strong worry in his heart. He was very afraid, afraid that the hot-blooded young man in front of him would also become the same young man before after many years.

He reluctantly suppressed this uneasiness, which was so strong that it was almost irrepressible, and began to tell the story of the history that was too familiar to be known for the umpteenth time.

He spoke with great affection and devotion, with a solemn countenance, solemn eyes, and a sacred meaning in his bones.

Because what comes out of his mouth is not a story, but history.

When he finished speaking, the young man, as usual, jumped into the courtyard with a red face and screamed, practicing boxing with great vigor, as if he was going to open the mountain and break the river in the next moment.

The old man Li looked at the young man and forgot to drink, and the smile on the corner of his mouth never dissipated.

When it was over, Zhang Zhongli beckoned and motioned for the sweaty Zhang Dong to stand over.

"Dong'er, you don't have a word yet, grandfather will give you a word. The old man said.

"But grandfather, a boy can only be given a word by his elders when he is crowned, right?" asked the young man in confusion.

"It's okay, I'll get it for you today...... My grandfather's body is not complete, and I am afraid that he will not be able to wait for that day. The dry wrinkles on the old man's face were full of stubbornness.

"No, grandfather will live a long life!Grandfather, if you want to take it, your grandson will want it now!" the young man knelt down in front of the old man.

"Yes, yes, yes, worthy of my grandson. Grandson, remember, don't forget for the rest of your life, your surname is Zhang, your name is Dong, the word is Chang'an! Zhang Dong Zhang Chang'an, this is your name. ”

"Zhang Dong, Zhang Chang'an. Grandfather, I remember! But what does my name mean?"

"It means ......" described the withered old man who threw away the wine jug in his hand, stood up by the quiet and remote courtyard, stood up straight, looked at the southeast with a solemn face, his eyes were full of piety, and said word by word: "Look east, it's Chang'an!"

Looking east is Chang'an.

Looking east is Chang'an, grandson, never forget this.

There, there are our greatest ancestors, our most glorious dynasty, our most upright backbone, and our most reluctant dreams.

There is also our deepest suffering, our most unforgettable pain.

My grandfather had looked east countless times, but all he saw was countless Guan Shan and countless Guan Shan Mountains. Chang'an City, my grandfather is old and destined not to see it. But my grandfather fought for it and bled for it, and even if I didn't see it in any way, it was in my heart. Dead, it will not be forgotten in the grave.

You're still young, and there's still a chance to see it.

Be sure to check it out.

Looking east is Chang'an, grandson, that is your hometown, and the hometown of each of us.

You have to remember that you are the son of the Han family.

Even if you can't see it for a lifetime, even if you can only die in a foreign land, you have to die like a son of the Han family!