Mo Xu (four)

The Juyan Sea scenery behind the snow is picturesque, and the dazzling sunlight puts a colorful red color on the earth. In the white snow, several black green traces are connected to the horizon from afar. They are the marks left by merchants' carriages.

Following this mark, there were endless carriages coming and going, and in a short while the snow was crushed into mud. The warm and cold wind blew the guy who drove the car was blushing, as if he had just left the groom at the banquet. People were equally excited. The property that Mongolia had hoarded for decades on Yanhaibian West Road and fell into the hands of the Ming army. After rushing over, he could make a bargain in the auction. When he fell inside the pass, he would have ten times or twenty times the profit.

"Did you think about it, have you thought about it? Are there any price increase? The third time, the transaction is completed." In the center of all the ruts pointing to a felt bag larger than the tent of the commander of the Northern Army, the big profiteer Gao Deyong raised the wooden stick in his hand and hit the gong hanging on the side. "Cang", with a loud gong, an auction item was announced to be sold.

"Next item", the fat man elongated his voice and hugged the appetite of the merchants under him: "The wife of the grown-up wife of the Shazhou tribe is made of platinum, with a piece of red coral in the middle, and an emerald on each side. Master Zhou Xianglin of Peking Academy identified and issued a certificate."

Several blond and blue-eyed interracial beauties held up a shiny golden plate. Qiao Qing'er gently picked up the red silk on the plate and brought a silver-white ring to her right hand. With the sunlight of the window, her jade fingers were relaxed. With one hook and one shake, the treasure light flowed. Several businessmen with insufficient concentration immediately followed "ah", and a dark green appeared in their eyes. Realizing that they had lost their composure, they took out a towel from their pockets and wiped away the saliva from their mouths by wiping sweat.

What you want is this effect. Gao Deyong smiled knowingly at Qing'er, "The base price is 500 silver coins, start shooting!"

The auction was Gao Fatty Man's idea. He followed the army and rushed to Juyanhai thousands of miles away, just in time for this victory. Because he sent someone to contact the King of Yan to Hezhong to contact the lame wolf Temuer to restrain the Turpan tribes, Zhu Di entrusted him the task of selling spoils for the army, and after he agreed, he raised a commission. For this reason, the fat man used all his skills to move out all the things that could be sold on the spot in each army. Many soldiers could not stand Qing'er's sweet words and entrusted his spoils to Gao Fatty Man for sale.

"Five hundred and fifty, five hundred and seventy, six hundred, one thousand, one thousand five." No businessman who can make money with the army is a small businessman, and the price of the ring will exceed four times the base price in a while.

The fat man held up the wooden trunk high, listening to the rising and falling quotations below, the fat oil on his chin trembled, and his heart was as sweet as honey, and quietly gave Qing'er a wink. The latter understood it and stretched out his long fingers to play with the ring repeatedly in the sun. His white wrist, soft pancreas, red beads, and green emeralds were suitable, making many businessmen under the stage lose their three souls. His eyes were straight and staring. I don't know whether they were looking at the beauty or looking at jewelry. When they were obsessed with the thoughts in their hearts, they suddenly heard the beauty cry, "Master, there are words here, and there are words here."

"Stop, stop for the time being, let me see what the text is." Gao Fatty put down the wooden slug, rushed up in three steps, took out a magnifying glass and placed it directly above the ring.

Several businessmen with good relationships with Gao Deyong walked up with salivating faces, and a neat line of Mongolian language came into view. Gao Deyong pushed away the shaking white-haired heads in front of him with his hand and whispered: "Don't invade a hundred evils, increase blessings, add sons, and last forever, the king of ten thousand kings on the mountains and rivers."

"This is the ring that Shu Chi, the great hero of the Golden Horde, gave Badu's mother. He was blessed by the Mongolian master Yale. He has many children and grandchildren. His appearance will last forever. This is a real treasure. Real treasure, I want it, five thousand silver coins." The urban wolf Zhan Zhen shouted impatiently on the side.

"Okay", Fatty Gao walked back to the auction table and tapped Jin Luo "Five thousand firsts, no one has a price increase."

"Seven Thousand", the merchants below were not willing to let Zhan Zhen take the lead. Who would have been the ones? He was a great hero who swept across the Western Regions. If the ring on her mother was brought to her wife, the son she gave birth to would not be much different. At least, it would be like the young men in the Northern Army. The young ones would gain fame and fortune, and would make the elders of their hometown look shining on their faces.

"Ten thousand five", a green-eyed Persian Hu Shang shouted in unfamiliar Chinese below, overwhelming all bidding sounds. Hu Shangshang is best at identifying jewelry, and what they see is definitely worth the money. Several northwest merchants who have been sitting on chairs also owed their bodies and looked at Qing'er in his hands hesitantly.

Qiao Qing'er smiled with a pursed lips, walked gently to the merchants, allowing the other party to see the ring more clearly, like the water and the blue eyes opened and closed, making people dazzled.

It's almost done, don't be too greedy. Fatty Gao smiled and signaled to Zhan Zhen that opening low and leaving high is the strategy of this auction. He had known the origin of this ring, and the lowest price must be more than 500 gold coins. The low price he started to sell was just to set off the atmosphere. The text on the ring was discovered by the appraiser before the auction, and he specially asked to pretend to be a beauty halfway through the road and take the bait. Qing'er was so exquisite and transparent, and she was like anything she learned. Zhan Zhen's ability to deceive people was brought out from the womb. Two "scammers" joined forces. How could these businessmen below escape without any concentration?

"Twice 15,000, are there any price increases?" The fat man raised the wooden stick high, and you were the one who surged in his heart. The one who sold you, the Persian who knew the goods.

"Thirty thousand silver coins, pay with gold nuggets on site," an old man nearly 70 years old whispered, shocking everyone.

No one fought for it anymore. Thirty thousand silver coins were equivalent to three thousand gold coins. Even if it was three thousand taels of gold, this old man was really not ordinary people who could sprinkle three thousand taels of gold in one hand.

"Thirty thousand second time, 30 thousand third time, the deal was completed." The fat man couldn't wait to ring the gong. This time he made a big profit. The commission for this treasure alone was 3,000 silver coins. Qing'er's idea of ​​showing the spot was really good. It was not in vain to promise her that 50% of the jewelry money was given.

The old man smiled slightly, and in the confused eyes of everyone, his follower was greeted with a bag of gold coins and followed Gao Fatty's clerk to the backstage for delivery. Among the crowd watching the fun, several inconspicuous pawns tiptoed out of the tent.

"Did you see clearly? Who is that old guy?" He left the tent twenty meters tall and was a little taller. The guy dressed up and asked his subordinates for trotting in a low voice.

"According to the map, it should be purchased by the Bushu National Master Mansion. It has blue eyes, high cheekbones, and a collapsed nose. Only the hair does not match the original yellow color, and it should be dyed black." Xiao Zha's clever answer.

"This old guy is not here to buy things. He sprinkled 30,000 gold coins, but in order to give the fat man a gift, he probably came to His Highness Yan and told the brothers in the military camp to be more energetic and not make any mistakes." The guy ordered, turned around and walked back to the felt bag. He ran and nodded vigorously, pulled up the carriage that was parked on one side and walked deep into the grassland. In the secluded place, someone was waiting for him to join.

On the high eagle dove around the camp, the scout of Zhenbei Army used a telescope to see clearly what was happening under his nose. The squad leader on duty spat and cursed: "Bah, what's the matter? I'm not good at dealing with foreign thieves. I'm so energetic. One day I'll fall into my hands and throw you into the ravine to feed the wolf."

The power of the Jinyiwei was everywhere, and King Zhu Di of Yan could only turn a blind eye to their activities. Especially after the Liaodong Battle, because during the war, the Jinyiwei made contributions to inquire about Mongolian intelligence and was commended by the emperor, he acted even more ostentatiously. The scout brigade of the Zhenbei Army set up a trap to capture Mongolian spies several times, and the Jinyiwei arrested them. The two sides had a very unhappy quarrel. There were often officials in the local area who ate the Jinyiwei and wrote letters to the King of Yan to complain. Zhu Di did not dare to refute his father's face, but just reconciled the matter in the middle. Chief of Staff Xu Zengshou reminded his scouts to step up the surveillance of the Jinyiwei in the army, so as not to disturb the morale of the army.

"Head, be careful, be careful that if someone hears you, the King of Yan will not be able to save you." The deputy squad leader touched his companion with his arm and whispered, "A few days ago, a company commander of the Guard Division offended the Jinyiwei. He was taken away on the charge of colluding with the enemy without knowing that King of Yan. When Mr. Zhang asked the King of Yan to ask for the general order of the King of Yan, everyone was tortured. He was so troubled that he was cut off when he was taken back to the camp gate and he didn't close his eyes."

"Bah," the squad leader picked up the musket of the two Jinyiweisers, glanced at the backs of the two Jinyiweisers, and put them down with anger, "If I were the company commander, I would slash them with a knife and then rush into the Mongolians to die in battle, so as not to die at the hands of his own people and ruin their reputation."

The deputy squad leader smiled, reached out and pressed his boss's mouth, and lay down on the other party's ear and whispered: "If Marquis Wu is here, whoever dares to touch us, even if he commits a crime, he will have to be tried by the Military Law Department. His Jinyiwei is considered a bird. But you don't have to be angry, someone will be angry with them, I heard..."

"Really, Lan Laohu and the others dared to provoke him. When someone didn't open the city gate for him, he was the one who brought troops to destroy the city."

"One time, another time, Mr. Chang and others can block the other side, so Lan Laohu is not popular anymore, but their flattery is too fast. Mr. Lan has been in the army for so many years, and the tree is big and deep, so it is not something that can be pulled by just pulling it out. I really want to be angry with them, but I wonder who is at a loss."

"That's right, when we are going to go out and set the fire again, burning these guys' lairs..."

The blizzards in early summer cannot stay for too long. After the clouds cleared and the sunrise, the snow melted faster and faster. The low-lying areas of the valley had already merged into streams, singing joyous songs toward the Juyan Sea, gathering into the green of life, nurturing the only oasis in the desert that has been nurtured.

"This is the only supply land in the southwest of the desert. Taking this land is equivalent to shaking the throat of the tribes of the Western Regions eastward. If any tribe wants to peek eastward, first ask me if the saber in the hands of the Western Liang man agrees." General Lan Yu, a sword standing on his horse, and his heroic spirit is dry. "Not only that, we can go west from now on, and plant the Ming battle flags in the places where the sun and the moon can shine."

"Woo----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Chang Mao, the general of the Northern Wei army, walked side by side with Lan Yu. The white clouds hang low in the sky, the green mountains are as dark as dark as the blue sky. This is the scenery he is most obsessed with. Looking at this emerald wilderness, all worries are like snow on the grass, and traces will disappear in a moment. "Nuncle, wait a while, we will go like His Highness, the King of Yan, and we will sway the world together."

A sigh as if exhaling all the depression in his heart from his stomach. Lan Yu gave his nephew a smile that he had never seen before, "To defeat the world, that's the business of you young people. I have fought a war for my whole life and should retire and return home."

"Why do you have to say such despair when you return home? Are you afraid that there will be no war in the world?" Chang Mao asked uneasy. If it was as rough as it looked, Zhu Yuanzhang would not hand over the army all the way to Chang Mao. No matter how worried he was, he could not clearly say the words in his stomach. His uncle Lan Yu kept pondering after the Yanhai victory, and probably found the mystery of the current position of the army.

Lan Yu smiled and knocked Chang Mao on the shoulder with a horse whip, "Little guy, I have learned to go around with my uncle. Is my uncle a fool? A real man has established himself as a worldly man, but he only wants to be respectful and be ashamed. Can he still sing for the floating clouds and sunshine at this moment? That is what a literati does, not what we do."

Having already said that, Chang Mao simply stopped hiding it and comforted him in a low voice: "The merits of my uncle are obvious to all. In this case, I think His Highness, King Yan, will also write a book to express his merits for me. There is also Mr. Xu in the court, so he may not be stubborn about this matter. As long as my uncle has no handle in the hands of others, I believe that it is not an unreasonable person."

"Long live, it's really unreasonable. What can we do as ministers? Your Weibei Army is sandwiched to my right, and the Zhenbei Army of the King of Yan is on my left. I'm afraid that I won't listen to the order, so I sent the old guy Tang and Kat the rear of the Dingxi Army. Long live, I haven't been so careful in dealing with the Mongols over the years." Lan Yu smiled bitterly and said lightly. The things in front of him are already very clear. The end of this battle is the day when he is to get rid of his own armor and return to the field. At that time, whether he will be ranked in Lingyan Pavilion or buried on the banks of West Lake, it is completely unpredictable. Judging from the situation, the latter possibility is more than the former possibility.

"Supervisor Lan, don't be discouraged. Who dares to wrongly accuse you, the soldiers of Dingxi Army will not agree. At worst, everyone will not give you any credit. I will give you peace to the emperor." The artillery division commander Zhang Zhengwu rode his horse and chased you, saying loudly, regardless of whether others heard it. He was a kind-hearted man. He was transferred to Dingxi Army for several years. Lan Yu took good care of him, so he refused to betray the commander for his future at the critical moment. After receiving the letter from his younger brother Zhang Zhengxin, he was angry and asked Zhu Di to write a letter to him, listing General Lan Yu's great achievements in stationing in the northwest over the years. He would never believe that he would lose to the country.

"Silly words, you all retreat. Who will carry the flag of our Dingxi Army? The gun of the Xiliang man will never be aimed at his brothers. Go back to restrain his brothers. No one is allowed to leave the camp without the order of the King of Yan." Lan Yu's face darkened and he repelled Zhang Zhengwu. This general Zhang was a sincere man, and his soldiers were like his brothers. The more he did this, the more he had to face all the twists and turns alone and not to implicate innocent people for his own affairs. Back then, Wu Mu knew that he would die when he returned to his country, but he was still ordered to work hard. He was in the same state of mind.

"Don't worry, my uncle, we will not let the Jinyiwei in the court frame you randomly. After returning to the court, if there is a disturbance, I will send you a letter, and we will jointly protect you. Long live without giving you this face if you don't believe it." Chang Mao looked at Lan Yu's unwashed Zheng Chen, and a wave of heat suddenly rose in his heart. Lan Yu was arbitrary and tyrannical, and he had never had a good relationship with Chang Mao's aunt and nephew, but he worked hard and made great contributions in the northwest for many years, and everyone saw it. Seeing that he was wronged, Chang Mao did not intend to stand idly by both public and private.

Lan Yu nodded, expressed his understanding of Chang Mao's kindness, shook his head, and said with a smile as if he was talking about family matters, "You, the battle was good, you can be called a general, and your vision is far worse than your father. Look at the seven armies in the world, besides the Dingxi Army, there are other outsiders. With this, Long Live will seize my military power, and there are so many disrespectful things in the past."

This is a fact. Mu Ying and Chang Mao were both adopted sons of Zhu Yuanzhang. The name of Andong Army was not Tang He or Jing Navy, and the two powerful troops in the Zhenbei Army were the private armed forces of the prince and Yan King. Zhu Yuanzhang has been resuming military power since he regained Liaodong. Ren Xu Da can only go to the Command Academy and General Staff to play his remaining energy, let alone the junior generals like Lan Yu. The northwest is far from the capital. When Lan Yu mobilizes the army, he cannot wait for the court to reply. Usually, he will be executed first and then reported, or beheaded without reporting. With Zhu Yuanzhang's mind, it is an anomaly that he has been in so long. Now that the Western Xinjiang is pacified, the old and new accounts must be settled clearly.

"Is there no other way? Let's go back and ask the King of Yan, and it's not bad to ask him to recommend you to be an instructor at the military academy of the Northern Army in Liaodong. The white mountains and black waters over there are no worse scenery than your Western Regions." Chang Mao had another idea for Lan Yu. Under the protection of King of Yan Zhu Di, Zhu Yuanzhang might not be able to sell his son with great military achievements.

"Unless I rebel now and take the army out between you and the King of Yan, Su Ceyu in the north may not be able to stop me, nor may he be willing to send troops to stop me." Lan Yu thought with a smile, and he was unwilling to tell his nephew that he had expected today's situation before he came out of seclusion and still fought the last battle with all his heart. The army belongs to this country, not to individuals, and he has no reason to make so many good men bear treason for personal gain, even if they are willing to sacrifice their lives for themselves. Yue Wumu could have made himself king with his power in the army, and the Jin people might not dare to provoke him. The bastard Zhao Gou did not have the courage to rob him. He still died in a sigh, just to not want the country to be in war again.

"MaoTou, remember, my uncle is not helpless today, it is impossible, and it is not impossible," Lan Yu suddenly shouted softly, calling out the nickname that Chang Mao had not used for decades. "This army belongs to the country, not to me, Lan Yu. Lan has done many wrong things in his half life, but he is not a person who does not know how to advance and retreat. At this time, the king can take responsibility for his ministers, but the ministers cannot bear the emperor. After the war, the imperial envoy is coming, and I should go back to the camp to receive the order and be promoted."

Three days later, when Duke Lan Yu of Liang, who was promoted to Prince Taibao, left, Xu Zengshou asked King Yan Zhu Di uneasyly: "Your Highness, do you die if you just watch General Lan return to the country?"

"So what can I do? Long live your letter, you have read it. Jiang Yan, the commander of the Jinyiwei, has obtained conclusive evidence. He was the last recipient of the three million guan treasure banknotes. What can I do?" King Zhu Di, Yan, sighed in a low voice and said quietly. According to the confession of the Minister of War, Wang Zhong, the price of grain near the capital rose in the fifteenth year. The rations that should have been sent to the Dingxi Army were sold out by the Ministry of War. Lan Yu sent someone to urge the grain. Knowing that the regulations were violated, he still accepted the advice of the Minister of War, and took three million guan treasure banknotes back to Shaanxi to raise food and grass. This crime alone can be convicted of skinning, not to mention other more serious testimony. "Tong Heqing Hou Zhang Yi, Chen Fei Hou Zhushou, Dongguan Bo He Rong, and Minister of Personnel Zhan Hui, and Minister of Revenue Fu Youwen, etc., plan to change and wait for the emperor to leave the field to take charge of the emperor."

"You think that testimony of torture is credible," Xu Zengshou was extremely dissatisfied with Zhu Di's cold attitude. "After all, he has been your subordinate, so you can't save him by thinking about the past merits."

"If I don't save him, he may not die. If I want to save him, he will die." Zhu Di sighed and replied depressedly. "There are four of the seven armies in the world. The father is afraid of the generals to form a clique. I will cover it up for him, which makes the father even more suspicious. Only by not listening to it can the father calm down and carefully see if Wang Zhong's confession is flawed, and whether the thief Jiang Qi deliberately created an unjust case in order to seek credit."

Zhu Di's words sounded very reasonable. Zhang Zhengwu, the commander of the Dingxi Army artillery division, who came to find out the situation of the commander, stood helplessly and at a loss. The soldiers who were ignorant of the background cheered for the promotion of the commander, but core figures like himself inevitably felt sad.

"My son is a great hero, and heroes will choose things that are beneficial to him." King Yan Zhu Di did not dare to look at Zhang Zhengwu's expectant eyes. His mother's words before leaving always sounded in his ears. He was no longer a passionate boy. He should know what he did. Lan Yu is not his own line, so he does not need to stand up for him and deepen the gap between father and son. Moreover, after Lan Yu was replaced, the actual person in power in the Dingxi Army was likely to be Zhang Zhengwu. His confidant and beloved brother Zhang Zhengxin. It is better to have more strong aid than to have more General Lan who doesn't buy his own account.
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