Chang'an.

The vegetable garden outside Simaozhai is already a little depressed. Although it is only August, no matter how you look at it, you feel that the leaves are not so green and the soil looks very dry. There are no more irritating cicadas. However, you feel that this quietness is so annoying.

The emperor knew it was just because he was in a bad mood.

There is no way to be quiet.

The letter was still on the table, and the old dean had read it, so the old dean was also in silence.

"He is still thinking, I should thank him."

The emperor's eyes came back from the window and swept over the pages of letter paper again.

"Don't I know that Pingyue Dao was not suppressing it at all? Do I not understand that there is something wrong with the Jiangnan Weaving Mansion?"

The old dean sighed.

Mu Zhaotong knew about these, didn’t Your Majesty know about them?

Your Majesty naturally knows, but why does Your Majesty not move the people of Jiangnan Weaver Mansion? Why don’t you move the Yue people who seem to be gentle but are actually planning to rebel secretly? In fact, the reason is very simple. First, Your Majesty must do his best to deal with the Northern Expedition. Now is the best time for the Northern Expedition. The Black Martial Arts have been in a civil strife to greatly damage the national strength. The conflict between Emperor Khan and the National Army has long been tense. When will the Northern Expedition not be launched at this time? Second, Your Majesty cannot do everything. Your Majesty wants to leave the peaceful Yue things of Jiangnan Weaver Mansion to his successors. At that time, Daning will no longer easily start a war against the outside world. How can the new emperor establish his authority?

Mu Zhaotong only saw one side, but couldn't see the other side, or he saw it, so he deliberately caused this contradiction. He just wanted to make His Majesty uncomfortable. As the letter wrote, the more uncomfortable His Majesty was, the happier Mu Zhaotong was.

"The soldiers of Pingyuedao are seeking a standing position. The wolf ape has gone to the country of Tiaoyuedao. Pingyuedao is empty, and the number of soldiers is over a few thousand. It is a blessing to be able to protect oneself."

The emperor's tone was very low because he was trying his best to suppress his anger.

"Transfer the order to let Shi Podang lead the war soldiers of the Western Shu Road into Pingyue."

The emperor glanced at Lai Cheng who was standing next to him, and Lai Cheng quickly lowered his head: "Yes."

The old dean was silent for a while and said, "Even if you mobilize the soldiers at the fastest speed, the order will be on the road for a while. It was two months after Shipo received the order. The corpses were everywhere on the Pingyue Road, so since this is already the case, Your Majesty should not be too angry. Since it has happened, it can only be handled in the most correct way."

What else can the old dean say? He can only say something that is not painful to comfort His Majesty. Even he himself thinks that this sentence is really stupid.

Your Majesty is not young anymore. If he gets angry, then Daning's civil strife will be even more intense.

"Just treat it as a new call."

The emperor let out a long sigh: "But in this way, the Northern Expedition will be postponed again. It will take at least three months for the soldiers on the Western Shu Road to enter Pingyue Road. It will take two months for me to send my orders. If we march from the Western Shu Road to Pingyue, we will have to cross mountains and ridges. No matter how fast the stones are, we will have to walk for one month. In these three months, I may have already entered the Heiwu thousand miles."

The old dean was silent again.

At this moment, there seems to be no other way, and I can't expect a natural disaster to take away all the rebellious Yue people.

There are not so many miracles in this world.

At the same time, the West Shu Road.

Mu Zhaotong walked out of the room with the door frame. He had not left the room for a day and a night. It was dark, the moon again, and it was time to miss others again, but Mu Zhaotong felt that he had missed enough, and it was time to relax, no longer miss him, and it was time to reunite.

Taoist Wuwei, who was practicing qigong in the yard, saw him coming out and hurriedly ran over to help him. Mu Zhaotong walked down the steps tremblingly. He could still walk calmly one day and one night before. At this moment, it seemed that walking was a bit difficult for him. Some people said that it was not unreasonable for people to breathe a breath, but it started a rebellion of Pingyuedao. Mu Zhaotong, who was thousands of miles away, seemed to have scattered his lifelong achievements, and it seemed to have let go of the tone he had been tense, so he was aging in an instant.

“The wind outside is so good.”

Mu Zhaotong sat down on the stone bench in the yard. Looking at the nineteen chessboard carved from the stone table under the moonlight, he subconsciously raised his hand and touched the chessboard: "I have been playing chess all my life and treat everyone as opponents."

Wuwei Taoist said: "Gei, you can rest now."

"Yes, now you can take a break."

Mu Zhaotong's fingers followed the traces of the chessboard: "Many people say that life is like a chess game, but it is actually the same. No matter how dangerous and complicated the chess game is, it is still in this horizontal and vertical chess board. The vertical and horizontal are straight, and there are not so many twists and turns. People have ups and downs and will take many detours. Playing chess is a matter within the rules. How many people follow the rules?"

Taoist Wuwei didn't say anything. He knew that he didn't need to talk, because it was just an old man's nonsense, a nonsense that was touched by feelings, and the old man's feelings often had no signs or orderly.

He felt Mu Zhaotong a little pitiful.

Mu Zhaotong's fingers left the chessboard: "It's strange that people don't follow the rules but set so many rules."

He looked at Taoist Wuwei: "You said, how many people will die on the side of Pingyue Dao?"

"I don't know, and I dare not think about it."

"Yes, you are a Taoist after all, and you have compassion."

Mu Zhaotong smiled and said, "I am a villain, but I dare not ask. I arranged everything and told them that no matter what happened to Pingyuedao or how many people died, I would not tell me. I also told them that they would not be able to see me anymore. The time in the future will be mine, and I have to go back."

Taoist Wuwei was shocked: "Where are you going to?"

"There is still concern in the world, and my wife is still there. I will go back to find her and take her away."

Mu Zhaotong glanced at Taoist Wuwei: "So please arrange it for me, I will leave here tomorrow morning."

"Far away?"

The Taoist Wuwei asked.

“Not far.”

Mu Zhaotong's eyes floated out: "I didn't dare to let her get too far away from me. I just lied to her to make her think I'm far away from her. I didn't dare. I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to get out of it if it was too far away."

Taoist Wuwei asked again: "Where will the old master leave and take his wife to go?"

"I don't want to tell you, nor do I want to tell anyone, but I think if there is one person in the world who knows where I am going, it should be His Majesty."

The road to go straight.

Many people are waiting for dawn because the past few days are too difficult. They think that when the night comes, they can hide in and keep it safe, but they find that it is better to be frightened in the sun because the night cannot see clearly.

The Ning army soldiers on this small branch of Sushan have been waiting for a long time. At night, Yue people rushed in three times, and were beaten three times. The battle in the dark became even more tragic. When the sun rose, I realized that what I experienced last night was even more dangerous than I thought. Three times, Yue people rushed to the top of the mountain, and there were corpses less than a foot away from the low wall piled up with stones.

Shin Zhaocheng patted his face hard to make himself more awake, and then swept his eyes to the brothers next to him: "How many arrows are there?"

"Mine is gone."

“Mine is gone.”

"I had already used up all the arrows when the Yue people rushed up for the second time last night."

"I only have one crossbow box, but at most three crossbow arrows."

Shen Zhaocheng looked at them with tired faces.

"Mr. Shang will definitely come back."

He said.

The soldiers nodded at the same time. No one doubted them. Everyone told themselves countless times that Mr. Shang would definitely come back because when they went up the mountain, they said to Mr. Shang, we will wait for you on the top of the mountain.

"The arrow is gone, then let's have a knife."

Shen Zhaocheng pulled out the knife and slowly raised it, making the sunlight look bright.

"Where is the flag?"

Shen Zhaocheng turned around suddenly, and then saw the Daning battle flag still fluttering not far away. On his personal soldiers, he grinned at his personal soldiers: "I know you are fine."

The personal soldiers did not answer, or even responded.

Then everyone saw clearly that the young man, who was only twenty-six years old, was dead standing, holding a stone with one hand and holding a waist with the other. He insisted on not falling down. An arrow was inserted into his heart, an arrow was on his waist, and the blood was already dry. He did not fall down because he tied Daning's battle flag to himself, and the wooden stick wearing the battle flag was tied to his back.

The captain said that the flag could not fall.

Shen Zhaocheng slowly took off the iron helmet, held it with his left hand, and raised his right hand to put it on his chest.

Someone went over to put his comrades down, but Shen Zhaocheng roared and wiped the tears from his eyes: "Let him stand!"

The sound of horns sounded again at the foot of the mountain, and the Yue people's attack was about to come.

When the sun finally showed its red face, Mr. Shen and Red Eleventh Niang finally arrived in Tuohai County. The dark night always makes people lose their direction, and they are the same. They are not familiar with the road. In the night like ink, they cannot even determine where they are facing, so they ran a detour. At least two hours were wasted, and they turned back twice before they returned to the right road. It seemed that they had passed by less than five miles from the Tuohai County Barracks. By the time they came back, it was already dawn.

Not everything will be satisfactory and will be smooth.

Mr. Shen rushed outside the barracks and was ordered by the soldiers at the door to stop before he jumped off his horse: "Hurry up, mobilize the troops to Sushan County. The soldiers who were farming in Sushan County were besieged by Yue people, hurry up!"

Mr. Shen shouted hoarsely, stumbled. He had not rested for two days and two nights, so he had no strength left.

The soldier who held him turned pale: "There are no soldiers."

Mr. Shen's eyes suddenly widened, and bloodshots filled his eyes in an instant. He pinched the soldier's shoulder with both hands: "Where are people? Where are people? Where are our soldiers!"

"A rebellion broke out in Tuohai County. The rebels attacked the county town, killed the county magistrate and snatched the granary of the arsenal. The general and his men rushed over yesterday. Now there are less than fifty people left in the camp. We dare not rest or stop. The fifty people are always patrolling and making the illusion that the Yue people think that there are still many soldiers in the camp, but it is gone, only us."

Mr. Shen's hand slowly slid down, and for a moment, it seemed that all his strength was taken away.

The soldier glanced at Mr. Chen and looked at Shang Jiusui behind Mr. Chen: "Let him down first, no one can recover from death. Please mourn me."

Mr. Chen raised his head suddenly and turned around, but he couldn't see it. He was so busy that he put Shang Jiusui tied behind him, but he had already been stiff. He fell asleep quietly on his back, never opening his eyes again, but there was a relieved smile on the corner of his mouth.

When Mr. Chen was running wildly last night, he felt that Shang Jiusui had woken up for a while and scratched his back.

In fact, he just wrote three words on Mr. Shen’s back with his fingers.

sorry

[There was another sentence later, which was written about the Hong Eleventh Lady kneeling down on one knee and said to Mr. Shang. He had walked all the way, but he deleted it again. Perhaps, he should let him walk quietly.]
Chapter completed!