"Father..." Zhongjie asked Zhongshao helplessly, "...what should we do now?"
Zhong Shao looked back at Liu Xie in the middle of the mountain. He was silent for a long time, but had no words to reply.
What can be said?
Do you blame His Majesty for his poor riding skills, or do you blame His Majesty for not being able to endure hardship?
Riding a horse is not a skill that anyone is born with. Even Liu Bei, who has been a soldier for half his life, can't help but touch Liu Biao's thigh and sigh that "the buttocks are coming back to life" after not riding a horse for a long time, not to mention Liu Xie, who is half a year old.
Boy?
Human beings cannot calculate the calculations of heaven. They have calculated and calculated again and again, but they have forgotten to calculate Liu Xie.
Although Liu Xie was riding a horse, the horses he originally rode were naturally selected and were the most docile and well-behaved horses. At the same time, the riding time would not be very long. He did not want to run away now...
This difference naturally made Liu Xie very uncomfortable.
Apart from riding skills, physical strength is also an issue. No matter how hard a half-year-old child persists, there is a big gap between him and an adult. It is precisely because of this that the breeders and his entourage cannot run very fast. In the end,
The soldiers and horses sent by Yang Biao still followed the traces and caught up here.
"... Pass the order," Zhong Shao said slowly, as if he was speaking to Zhong Jie, but also as if he was speaking to himself, "... I have sent a fast horse to Diaoyin... This place is about 100 meters away from Diaoyin.
Only a day away, General Zhengxi will arrive in a moment! We are all on guard, waiting for reinforcements!"
Zhongjie nodded, responded, and went down to give orders to everyone.
Although they caught up, Yang Biao's men did not dare to launch an attack brazenly. They had to send people to notify Yang Biao while surrounding the hill to prevent Zhongshao Liu Xie and others from escaping.
This mountain is a small hill on the Guanzhong Plain. It is not high or very big. There are some weeds and shrubs on the mountain, plus some scattered trees. It neither looks bare nor particularly dense.
Overall, it is a very ordinary hill, no different from most other hills, but today it is different because of Liu Xie.
Liu Xie's legs are still trembling. There are some blood blisters on the inside of his legs. Some of them are broken. The blood has seeped out and stuck to his clothes. Every movement makes people tremble with pain.
.
Fu Shou and the other two waiters were busy around Liu Xie. There was not much water for cleaning, so they could only wipe it with a relatively clean cloth, and then bandaged Liu Xie's frayed area.
, otherwise Liu Xie’s legs will probably become useless if he continues to wear them like this...
Of Liu Xie's other attendants, these two are the only ones left at the moment. The rest don't know when they disappeared, and they don't know whether they are alive or dead.
"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, are you feeling better?" Fu Shou gently touched Liu Xie's bandaged legs with his hands and asked worriedly.
"Well..." There were still bursts of burning pain, and beads of sweat gathered on Liu Xie's forehead, washing away the dust on his face to leave streaks, "...it doesn't matter...this little pain, I
I can still bear it..."
Perhaps to divert his attention, or perhaps to enlighten Fu Shou, Liu Xie raised his head and looked around, at the bluestone and green trees nearby, at the road down the mountain, at the looming streets in the distance, and couldn't help but said quietly: " ...Look, this is a big man..."
The big man is not the three hundred and sixty-five steps within the palace wall, not the square sky within the window lintel, not the smell of decay that cannot be concealed no matter how much sandalwood is burned, not the ones that exist among others. The image of gray and dry.
This is a big man.
A living, breathing big man.
As green as the green trees, as strong as the green mountains, as clear as the blue sky, and as deep as the earth.
"...Have you seen it?" Liu Xie murmured, as if he was telling himself or Fu Shou, "...these are the big men..."
Fu Shou turned around and looked around, only to see desolation in his eyes.
There are not many people here, and there are no villages around, let alone any people.
Is this the big man?
Big men should not be seen in bustling streets, crowded markets, noisy crowds, and those with arrogant teeth, covered with bearskin, with gold and white paint on their eyes, and then wearing red and black cloaks, holding wooden The Chang Ge is wrapped with many colored strips of cloth, and the big shield with the large shield painted on it that makes people feel scared just by looking at it is stumbling and dancing...
In this desolate place, there is no one doing business or even plowing the fields and picking mulberries. Why is this a big man?
Fu Shou raised his head slightly and glanced at Liu Xie, but did not say anything. He just responded: "...Yes, Your Majesty..." Fu Shou has always been gentle and gentle, so she rarely expresses her own opinions. Or some idea, she is used to obeying the orders of others, before it was her father, and now it is Liu Xie, just like when she was unwilling, she still entered the palace at her father's request.
Fu Shou didn't have any requests and didn't know how to make any requests, but the only two remaining eunuchs around Liu Xie had to make some requests. Seeing that the sun had already risen three times, all the people who ran out were hungry. Nothing was eaten.
"Where is there food?!" the military academy shouted loudly, pointing at the surrounding soldiers with a look of contempt on his face, "Don't you see that we are all hungry? If you want to eat, go find it by yourself!"
"There...there's not even a human habitation around here, but where can I find one?" The eunuch didn't care about his face in front of these big-headed soldiers in the past, or he didn't have much face to speak of following Liu Xie, so he just begged.
"...Stop croaking, go and look for something to eat...There are always some wild fruits and animals in the mountains, just go and look for them..." Zhong Shao heard the noise here and couldn't stand it. , then frowned and ordered, "...Didn't you bring some dry food? Go get some and distribute it to Your Majesty first..."
"Wei!" The military academy accepted the order, and then led a few people to search in the bushes.
Zhong Shao walked up to Liu Xie, bowed his hands and said, "It is my fault that I have wronged Your Majesty..."
Liu Xie waved his hand and said: "There is no need for this, Aiqing Zhong... I am very satisfied if I can go out for a walk and see the country of the Han Dynasty..."
Zhong Shao was silent for a long time and then said: "...Your Majesty is wise, I have sent people to General Zhengxi to ask for reinforcements. I think the reinforcements will arrive in a moment... Your Majesty can wait with peace of mind..."
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"Mr. Yang, why did you forcefully kidnap us?" Dong Cheng broke free from the guards' pull, pointed at Yang Biao and shouted loudly.
Yang Biao frowned, then turned his head aside in disdain.
Upon seeing this, Zhao Wen stepped forward and pointed at Dong Cheng and said: "Your Majesty is in trouble. As the ministers of the Great Khan, how can you not think about your Majesty's safety? Duke Yang is anxious and burning in his heart. His voice has been damaged, but he still summons you.
, do your duty as a minister and go to rescue His Majesty! You don’t want to be a big man, only know how to receive salary, money and food, but don’t know how to be a king and a minister!"
Dong Cheng said clearly: "Your Majesty naturally needs to pursue it! Just sending soldiers to the door and adding axes and axes is also the way of Yang Gong and his ministers?!"
Zhao Wen said in a nonchalant manner: "If this were not the case, I am afraid there would be many courageous and incompetent people who would stay behind closed doors under the pretense of illness? What's more, your Majesty's situation is urgent, how can you slack off for a moment! General Dong, have you ever done this for me?
General Niu’s story, is there some other meaning behind this statement?”
"You!" Dong Cheng stared at Zhao Wen with wide eyes, but couldn't say anything.
Zhao Wen smiled coldly, then waved his hand and asked the soldiers to escort Dong Cheng forward.
"...Mr. Yang, the ministers have basically arrived..." Zhao Wen returned to Yang Biao and reported in a low voice.
Yang Biao nodded, sat on the horse, and briefly looked around at the Han officials who were either angry, indifferent, gloomy, or evasive. He was silent for a while, nodded slightly, and signaled to set off.
Offending others will inevitably offend others, but in this world, as long as interests are involved, there is nothing that cannot be offended.
The more people there are, the less interests that person will have. How is it possible to take care of one's own and at the same time be considerate to others?
In Guanzhong, Yang Biao was always an outsider.
When dealing with political affairs in the past few days, Yang Biao clearly felt the gap. It was like being separated by a layer of gauze, and like he was in water. Whether it was his sight or movements, he felt indescribably uncomfortable.
There is no feeling at all like being in Hongnong.
Returning to Luoyang, returning to Henan Yin, and returning to his own territory has naturally become Yang Biao's best choice. What's more, besides Xiang Dong Cheng, a minister and official who was born in Xiliang or Guanzhong
, basically everyone is willing to go back to Luoyang.
The clothes are not as good as the new ones and the old people are not as good as the old ones, that's it. People may have retained some territorial awareness in ancient times, and most people are still used to living and working in the territory they are familiar with.
But now, there is another problem.
This problem is so serious that Yang Biao can only think about it by himself and cannot even talk about it, let alone share it with others.
Should Han Emperor Liu Xie be saved or not?
In other words, should we arrive earlier or should we arrive later?
Naturally, Yang Biao cannot declare this kind of thing verbally, but needs to carefully weigh the pros and cons in his heart.
The contact with the King of Hejian has been sent out, and at such a critical point, it would not be a bad idea to put all the responsibility on Zhong Shao.
Seeing that there was no hope of escape, Zhong Shao actually threatened the Han Emperor to break out of the encirclement, but failed...
Anyway, Zhongshao ran away once, and if he wanted to run away a second time, it was reasonable and without any flaws.
However, the ending is a little more troublesome. If you want to completely cover it up, I am afraid that all the personnel present, including the soldiers on your own side, will need to be...
Yang Biao rubbed his head. He had been sleepless all night and kept arranging things. He hadn't had a good rest until now. His head seemed to have swelled in a circle, feeling heavy and painful.
As long as you are more agile with your hands and feet, and then welcome the King of Hejian, then you will definitely support the minister, and the power and position will not be a problem.
I still feel a little excited when I think about it, but if I do this...
I'm afraid those two sons of the Yuan family may not be willing to agree.
In other words, I wish I could just do this, and then I can pour a basin of dirty water over without caring about it, and then look for the second Liu Yu or something...
Send troops to promote agriculture and advance towards Hebei and Henan?
Yang Biao frowned, closed his eyes, and sat in the carriage, swaying along with the bumps on the road, thinking for a long time, and finally sighed.
If it weren't for that damn Dong Zhuo, our Hongnong wouldn't be any worse than Jizhou and Yuzhou!
If it weren't for that damn Fei Qian, with the help of Bingbei Hedong, his strength would naturally be as strong as the second son of the Yuan family!
However, things always happen, and God doesn't always do what he wants.
Yang Biao sighed softly, deeply, and as quietly as he heard.
Now I can only look for the word "stability".
Yang Biao opened his eyes and ordered: "Order the front army to speed up and go to His Majesty's place! Be careful and don't hurt Your Majesty!"
Zhao Wen, who was following behind, heard Yang Biao's order and was slightly startled. Then he stared at Yang Biao's carriage for a while. Finally, he lowered his head, twisted his neck left and right, and shook his head, as if he had a sore neck.
, and seemed to be slightly dissatisfied with this order.
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More and more soldiers gathered at the foot of the mountain, Zhong Shao's face became paler and paler, and he couldn't help but regret. If he had risked everything earlier and tied Liu Xie on horseback to break out of the encirclement, he might have been able to escape.
He found a gap and rushed out, but now, even if he wanted to break out, he couldn't.
Fortunately, the soldiers at the foot of the mountain seemed to have received the order, and had no intention of pressing up the mountain. They just continued to build fortifications, tie up horses, and block the surrounding area.
As the sun gradually turned to the west, Zhong Shao suddenly heard a noise from the soldiers at the foot of the mountain. His heart skipped a beat. He quickly stood up and looked into the distance, but he only saw a plume of smoke coming from the direction of Chang'an.
Zhong Shao couldn't help but swayed, staggered two steps, and was almost unsteady. Zhong Shao on the side quickly supported him, with a hint of anxiety and helplessness, and said: "Father, father... what should we do?"
Resistance?
How long can these soldiers with little food and grass resist?
Not resisting?
After running out so hard, wouldn't it mean that I have nothing at all?
Just when Zhong Shao Liushen had no master, he suddenly heard a burst of joyful cheers from his own soldiers behind him!
Zhong Shao turned his head violently, even the bones on his neck were overloaded, and made a rattling sound. He saw the sun gradually setting in the west, reflecting on the group of people and horses in the distance, and his whole body was stained.
It was covered with a layer of golden light, as if a god descended to earth. The three-color flag raised high in front of the queue also seemed to be dyed with a layer of gold, blooming with an extremely dazzling brilliance...
