Officials from Honglu Temple rushed over. When they saw Yang Xuan, they raised their hands with ugly expressions and said, "Thank you, Yang Ming Mansion."
Yang Xuan said: "I was just passing by."
The official held up his hands and said to Nian Ziyue: "This official failed to protect her well and the princess was frightened."
Nian Ziyue said calmly: "Compared with Yang Ming's Mansion, you... that's all, you can go back."
Am I incompetent compared to Yang Xuan? The official looked at Yang Xuan and remembered that this was his senior, and knew that Nian Ziyue's dissatisfaction with him had reached its limit.
"Find a place to sit." Nian Ziyue took the initiative to invite.
Anyone else would have been flattered, but Yang Xuan took it calmly.
The two found a secluded place to sit down.
Nian Ziyue opened the window, revealing an enchanting face with a slight blush. She exhaled softly and said with relief: "It's so quiet."
Yang Xuan sat by the water, reached in and stirred it a few times.
In the clear water, a few small fish swam upstream, their bodies swaying gently. Occasionally they were washed down, but they still swam up again unyieldingly.
Behind him, Nian Ziyue said softly: "I heard that Southern Xinjiang of the Tang Dynasty is now full of wars. Do you want to go to Southern Xinjiang?"
"Southern Xinjiang is too hot and too ripe."
Yang Xuan was originally from Yuanzhou and had killed many Southern Zhou hunters in Dongyu Mountain. It was absolutely right to call him an old acquaintance.
Nian Ziyue bit her red lips and said, "Southern Zhou values talents and loves young talents the most."
This is almost blatantly saying: Do you want to play for Southern Zhou Dynasty? I guarantee that you will be successful.
Princess Nanyang is known as the treasure of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, so her promise is naturally valuable.
Yang Xuan didn't expect that she would actually want to recruit him, and he burst into laughter for a moment, "I heard that Nan Zhou is a bit hot."
He actually declined!
Nian Ziyue's solicitation was also impulsive. After being declined, he became indifferent. "The weather is like spring in the south."
When Yang Xuan saw Zhang Jing coming in a hurry, he stood up and said, "Princess, take care."
Watching him go away, Nian Ziyue suddenly stamped his feet and whispered: "Is the Tang Dynasty great?"
"Princess!" Zhang Jing ran over and saw that she was fine. She couldn't help but proclaimed the Buddha's name and praised: "Thanks to Yang Xuan."
"go back!"
Nian Ziyue snorted coldly, turned around and left.
Seeing that she was in a bad mood, Zhang Jing said, "It's better to go out less often in the future."
Nianzi was happy and silent.
Isn't that why you're annoyed?
Zhang Jing couldn't help but get angry when she thought about it, "But Yang Xuan said something rude?"
"No." Nian Ziyue frowned and pulled Xiang down.
The moment she pulled it down, Zhang Jing saw that the roots of her ears were a little red.
Am I dazzled?
She thought about it carefully and felt that she was right. She couldn't help but feel a thump in her heart.
The princess came to Chang'an saying she was on a mission to the Tang Dynasty, but in fact she was a proton. If the proton fell in love with a Tang official, the emperor would be furious if the news came back.
"Princess."
"Um!"
"Then Yang Xuan is just a country boy. He seems to have some future, but after all he has no background. This young man will most likely find an ordinary woman as his wife in the future."
"What are you talking about?" Nian Ziyue was a little annoyed and her voice became colder.
"Princess, a country boy is not worthy of the attention of a princess."
Nian Ziyue stopped and turned around, speaking in an angry tone for the first time: "When did I pay attention to him?"
"Yes." Zhang Jing lowered her head, thinking that I have been serving as a servant for many years, but I have never seen the princess's ears turn red. Some people say that blushing means missing a man. Princess! He is just a country boy, not worthy of you. Moreover
You are the treasure of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, how can you marry a Tang Dynasty man?
Nian Ziyue said angrily: "After the great war between the Tang Dynasty and the Northern Liao Dynasty, the confidence of the Tang Dynasty will definitely increase. What about the Southern Zhou Dynasty? I heard that the tribes in the southern border of the Tang Dynasty gathered together to rebel. Don't tell me that there is no such thing.
The credit of the Southern Zhou Dynasty."
Zhang Jing looked around, but fortunately there was no one around, "Princess, be careful what you say."
"The Southern Zhou Dynasty incited those tribes to rebel, and when the Northern Liao Dynasty and the Tang Dynasty fought, they took advantage of the situation and annexed the southern part of the Tang Dynasty. Do you think I don't know?"
"Princess." Long Legs whined, "Please be careful what you say."
There was no one around, and Nian Ziyue sneered, "Aye has thought of everything, but he has never thought about what will happen if he fails. It seems that war is raging in the southern border of the Tang Dynasty at the moment, but why did I hear that I was suppressed again? Once the Tang Dynasty frees up its hands,
Will it be liquidated?”
Zhang Jing whispered: "Princess, the Southern Zhou Dynasty is sandwiched between the Tang Dynasty and the Northern Liao Dynasty. If you don't work hard, you will be annexed sooner or later. You may die if you move, but you will definitely die if you don't move."
When they returned to the post house, the new officials to monitor them had arrived. The efficiency of Honglu Temple was astonishingly high.
During the handover, Zhang Jing pretended to be casual and asked: "I wanted to thank Yang Mingfu earlier, but I don't know what he has been busy with recently. If I have time, I would like to thank him in person."
The official said: "The Ministry of War has called Yang Ming's Mansion. I guess it will be very busy in the past few days. Let's move it to another day."
"That's fine." Zhang Jing turned around and thought to herself: It's best for him to be busy all the time.
…
From the Ministry of War, Jiang Cunzhong is explaining the battle in Northern Xinjiang.
The audience was a group of military bosses headed by Song Zhen.
"...The enemy is attacking the right wing fiercely. At this moment, reinforcements on the right wing are a bottomless pit. My husband decisively orders the left wing to attack the enemy's right wing..."
"Wait a minute." Zhu Hou, the Minister of War, raised his hand to interrupt Jiang Cunzhong's explanation and asked: "It is right for the left wing to attack the enemy's right wing, but when the enemy attacked the right wing of the Northern Xinjiang Army, the right wing collapsed many times. So I have a question.
, who was on the left at that time?”
Yang Xuan stood up and said, "Xiaguan was on the left wing at that time."
"Very young." Zhu Hou nodded, "I would like to ask, the Northern Liao Army almost succeeded in attacking our right wing, but why our left wing made no progress in attacking the enemy's right wing?"
This question is so pungent that it makes you want to sneeze.
Yang Xuan is young, how should he answer such a trap question?
Song Zhen glanced at Zhu Hou, and thought that this man was quite close to the four surnames of the family, and his eyes became clear. He looked at Yang Xuan, and thought of the medicinal materials that this boy gave him last time, which were really good!
He is a boy who respects his elders!
Thinking of this, Song Zhen felt that Zhu Hou became even more disgusting.
He wanted to exit the siege.
Jiang Cunzhong glanced at Yang Xuan and wanted to explain, but Yang Xuan said: "It's just because the left wing of our army is made up of improvised troops, and the elite ones are all on the right wing and the center."
Zhu Hou was startled, obviously he didn't expect that Huang Chunhui would dare to make such a plan, which was extremely bold.
"Does the cobbled-together army dare to take the initiative to attack Beiliao's powerful force?"
Yang Xuan nodded and said seriously: "Athletes of the Tang Dynasty are never afraid of any opponent. More than 3,000 people were killed on the left wing that day, and no one retreated, no one begged for mercy, and no one had wounds on his back."
There was silence in the lobby for a moment.
"I am an athlete of the Tang Dynasty, so mighty!" Yang Xuan nodded and sat down.
Zhu Hou was a little embarrassed and couldn't put the sword into its sheath, so he said: "If a young man is valued by Mr. Huang, he must have some talent. How did you command on the left wing at that time?"
This is a teaching test.
What would the young man say?
If you push yourself higher, you will naturally offend your colleagues.
But belittling yourself will also lead to being looked down upon by others.
Yang Xuan said: "At that time, I, Chenzhou Liu Shijun, was commanding the left wing, and the subordinates were just following orders."
Say good! Song Zhen coughed dryly.
Frustrated again, Zhu Hougan laughed.
After a while, Jiang Cunzhong continued to tell the story of the battle.
"...Chasing the enemy for more than ten miles, the Prime Minister ordered the entire army to retreat. Later it was discovered that the enemy's 50,000 elite troops were waiting for an ambush halfway..."
Jiang Cunzhong finished speaking.
"What do you think?" Song Zhen asked, looking at Zhu Hou specifically, "Tell me, Minister Zhu."
This is obviously a slap in the face!
Zhu Hou smiled and said: "Huang Xianggong's command is determined, and the subordinates admire him."
The words are so watertight that no one can find fault with them.
Song Zhen looked at the crowd again and saw that no one was speaking, so he habitually concluded:
"Xiangong Huang lives in seclusion, and I don't want to disturb him. Is there anything in Northern Xinjiang that my Ministry of War can do?"
It's like the leader asked at the end of the meeting: "Are there any difficulties? If so, speak up now."
How many people can say that?
Jiang Cunzhong remained silent.
Zhang Du is a stick, but he is silent at this moment.
Yang Xuan said, "There is nothing missing in Northern Xinjiang, money, food, weapons, armor, soldiers..."
Song Zhen wiped his face.
Yang Xuan laughed at himself: "But the soldiers and civilians in Northern Xinjiang know that they can't get these. The government would rather throw money, food and weapons to Southern Xinjiang than give Northern Xinjiang a second glance."
Jiang Cunzhong coughed dryly and said, "Shang Shu of Song Dynasty, I'll take my leave."
Zhang Du came over and took Yang Xuan's arm, "I'll excuse you."
The three of them left immediately.
Song Zhen waved his hand, "It's all gone."
Another minister, Yuan Zhong, stayed behind and waited until everyone left before asking, "Is this the chancellor?"
Song Zhen shook his head, "What am I worried about? The imperial court is always biased when dealing with Northern and Southern Xinjiang. What are those people thinking? They are just worried that Northern Xinjiang will be too powerful and eventually backfire on the Tang Dynasty."
Yuan Zhong smiled bitterly, "Northern Liao is getting stronger and stronger, and Northern Xinjiang must also become stronger and stronger to resist powerful enemies. But the court favors one and the other. No wonder Huang Xianggui can't bear it. Even if he is scolded as a black-headed snake, he still can't.
Moving nest."
Song Zhen said: "It's not that he doesn't move, it's that he can't move or move around."
The DPRK and the Central Government were afraid of Northern Xinjiang and tried every means to weaken it, but the other side kept urging Northern Xinjiang to take the initiative.
"What a bastard!" Song Zhen couldn't help scolding her, "If I were Huang Chunhui, I would have stayed in Chang'an as prime minister this time and let others clean up the mess."
Outside, Jiang Cunzhong was scolding Yang Xuan.
"It's not something we can comment on. Why are you so impulsive? If these words offend someone, what will you do in the future?"
Yang Xuan regretted a little, but quickly dismissed those thoughts.
"Someone has to say these things."
If a young man loses his spirit but does not have the rich experience of the old ghosts, what is the difference between him and a pool of stagnant water?
…
Huang Chunhui rested at home for five days.
On the sixth day, the emperor summoned him.
"Huang Qing worked hard."
The emperor looked kind and cheerful.
Huang Chunhui said with gratitude: "Serving your Majesty, I am glad to serve you."
hehe!
The emperor smiled slightly, with a touch of satisfaction on his fair face.
"Someone suggested that if Huang Qing stayed in Chang'an, it would be regarded as an honorary support. What does Huang Qing think?"
Huang Chunhui raised his head and looked at the emperor almost rudely, "Your Majesty, no one knows Northern Xinjiang better than I do. The purpose of Bei Liao's military consolidation in recent years is to go south. At this time, if I leave Northern Xinjiang, I will feel in my heart
He An."
The emperor said calmly: "Huang Qing is not young anymore."
Huang Chunhui took a deep breath and saluted, "Guarding the border for the country, I will die without regrets!"
The emperor was moved and came down to help Huang Chunhui up.
"I know Huang Qing is loyal and loyal. There are many things going on in Northern Xinjiang, so Huang Qing still has to work hard."
Huang Chunhui immediately resigned.
The emperor watched him leave the hall, then went back and sat down.
"Let Wang Shou come."
Wang Shou hurriedly entered the hall.
The emperor asked calmly: "How is Huang Chunhui doing these days?"
Wang Shou stood with his hands tied, "My servant has sent some good men to sneak into the Huang family. Huang Chunhui has only been at home these days to say goodbye to his family and teach his children and grandchildren."
The emperor said calmly: "There are no complaints, or something else?"
Wang Shou lowered his head, "No."
The emperor waved his hand as if to ward off a fly.
Wang Shou resigned.
The emperor stood up and asked, "Where is the noble concubine?"
Han Shitou said: "Your Majesty is in the pear garden."
"Go to the pear garden."
All kinds of dramas began to take place along the way.
"His Majesty!"
The beauty stood shyly on the roadside.
The emperor was indifferent.
After walking a few steps, a beautiful woman was playing the harp in the pavilion and singing leisurely.
"Wish to win the heart of one person..."
The emperor frowned.
"His Majesty."
There is a beautiful woman in front of her. She is bending at an excellent angle and has a very low baseline.
Three deep lines appeared between the emperor's eyebrows.
Han Shitou was convinced that the emperor wanted to vomit at this moment.
"Someone fell into the water."
Someone is splashing in the pool on the right.
Why don't you change your tactics?
Han Shitou looked dumb.
The emperor quickened his pace.
When we arrived at the Liyuan, the imperial concubine came to greet us.
The moment the emperor saw the imperial concubine, his eyes sparkled, and Han Shitou swore he heard rapid breathing.
There are servants in the palace who often go out on business, and they also learn a lot of foreign language.
A wife is worse than a concubine.
It is better to steal than to be a concubine.
It is better to steal than to rob.
He robbed the woman and kept her husband.
The last sentence came to his mind.
He bowed his head respectfully.
That touch of disdain and contempt was hidden in his eyes and penetrated deep into his bones.
"Han Shitou."
The emperor turned around.
"My slave is here."
Han Shitou stepped forward respectfully.
The emperor said calmly: "I heard that the prince doesn't care about food and is feeling weak. Please go there."
"yes!"
Later, gossip spread in the palace.
"Your Majesty ordered Young Inspector Han to scold the Crown Prince, saying that His Highness did not care about eating and was so thin that he was out of shape. Your Majesty felt sorry for him!"
"Who said your Majesty doesn't love and protect the prince!"
"yes!"
"The prince is here to thank you."
The prince immediately came to thank him, and it was said that he hugged the emperor's feet and cried so loudly that he fainted. Several medical officers worked together to diagnose and treat him, and then they brought him back from the gate of hell.
…
After Huang Chunhui left the palace, he summoned the three of them.
"I'll give you two more days to wait and then return to Northern Xinjiang."
The three of them were all stunned.
Yang Xuan woke up first.
"Take orders."
Don't ask, just take orders.
Interesting boy.
Huang Chunhui smiled.
"My husband is not leaving?" Zhang Du asked happily.
"Well, I'm not leaving."
The three young men all laughed.
Huang Chunhui also laughed.
That was Northern Xinjiang, a place that haunted him in his dreams.
How could he be willing to leave?
He doesn't care about the position of prime minister at all.
No matter how he lives his life, he likes the cold wind in Northern Xinjiang, the dangers in Northern Xinjiang, the tough Northern Xinjiang people, and the three energetic young people in front of him...
If I leave Northern Xinjiang, how will the new Jiedushi know how to care for these young people?
"It's great to be young." Huang Chunhui smiled.
The matter is settled.
Yang Xuan ordered the old thief and Wang Laoer to buy special products, and then went to the Imperial College himself.
"Yang Xuan is here."
Yang Xuan first went to meet Ning Yayun and An Ziyu.
"How's it going over there in Northern Xinjiang?"
It was rare for Ning Yayun to ask about such matters.
"The tigers of Northern Liao are watching with eager eyes."
One sentence explains the difficulties of Northern Xinjiang.
"Do you want to come back?"
Ning Yayun spoke casually.
An Ziyu reminded: "Sacrificing wine is rare for people to go to camp."
Can you speak? Ning Yayun frowned, feeling that her heart was broken, "How did I ever break into the camp?"
An Ziyu turned the ruler in her hand and curled her lips secretly, "Yes, it's mediation."
woman!
Ning Yayun snorted softly.
Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Thank you for the wine sacrifice, but I still want to stay in Northern Xinjiang."
"Many people are willing to do anything to return to Chang'an from northern Xinjiang. Why do you want to stay there?" Ning Yayun asked.
An Ziyu said with concern: "It's bitterly cold in northern Xinjiang, and promotion is slow."
"Thank you so much for the wine offering and the steward's kindness."
Yang Xuan said: "The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold."