At noon the next day, Xia Zhaoyi and his party arrived at Nanxi Station in the south ridge of Quyang Mountain.
There are no guests in the Lanxiang Inn, and Shen Lie and the others haven't come yet.
Xia Zhaoyi asked Su Yumei and Zhan Ning to rest first while she took the little fat man for a walk nearby.
After reading the notices on several bulletin boards one by one, and listening to the chatter going back and forth in a teahouse, Xia Zhaoyi was finally attracted by the sound of bamboo boards.
The person holding the bamboo board was a girl no older than twenty, with ragged clothes and worn-out shoes.
Beside there was a rickety old man in his forties, holding a yueqin with a short neck and singing in harmony from time to time.
The girl raps while hitting the bamboo board, which is not the weather-beaten Qiu Da Kushen. The cheerful lyrics are praising the joy of March, climbing mountains and returning to the water, and the spring breeze moving the willows.
When the song ends, others applaud, but few reward it.
Xia Zhaoyi smiled, touched the little fat man's head, and turned to leave.
"Miss Ah Li, don't you plan on giving me some rewards?" a deep male voice suddenly said.
Xia Zhaoyi paused and turned to look.
Nie Huimo held his hands, wearing a navy blue satin robe with a sword hanging from his waist. He was tall and tall. When he spoke, he looked at her with a half-smiling look, revealing a hint of teasing.
"Why are you here?" Xia Zhaoyi blurted out.
"Why are you here?" Nie Huimo asked, his eyes falling on the little fat dog in the girl's arms.
The little fat dog stared at it warily, his eyes fierce and milky.
"You are such an ugly dog." Nie Huimo said.
Xia Zhaoyi said coldly: "It didn't grow up eating your food, so it's not your turn to point fingers."
"Where can I find it?"
"What does it have to do with you?"
Xia Zhaoyi said, raising his feet to leave.
However, four of Nie Huimo's men surrounded her and blocked her way.
Xia Zhaoyi suddenly smiled softly, and while stroking the little fat dog, he said softly: "It is said that those who understand the current affairs are heroes. Smart people like General Nie should not let their subordinates do what they want. It’s a matter of doing what you can.”
"Haha!" Nie Huimo also laughed, looking sideways at the girl's delicate and beautiful profile.
"If anyone else said this, they would be overestimating their abilities. Only Miss Ali has such courage."
"A good dog doesn't block the road." Xia Zhaoyi said.
The little fat boy let out a "woof" sound.
"Ah," Xia Zhaoyi whispered, patting the little fat man's head, "They are indeed not worthy of being dogs. It was my mistake."
Even though he was scolded, Nie Huimo's smile became even brighter.
"Miss Ah Li is still so sharp-tongued."
"It's just words," Xia Zhaoyi turned to look at him and said with a smile, "But by the time I show my teeth and claws, it will be too late for General Nie to regret it."
"Do you and I have to be so hostile?" Nie Huimo raised his eyebrows.
"You and I don't need to be calm."
"Why?"
"Heh." Xia Zhaoyi sneered and looked away.
At this time, Zhan Ning, who ran out to look for Xia Zhaoyi, saw her from a distance and shouted: "Second Miss!"
Nie Huimo followed the sound with some feeling and said: "Your subordinates?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled at him, bright and sweet: "It's none of your business."
After saying that, she lifted her feet and continued walking forward.
Nie Huimo's men stretched out their hands to stop her. She was even faster. She grabbed the opponent's wrist and twisted it. With only the strength of one hand, she removed the opponent's arm with skill.
The man holding his dislocated arm cried out in pain, but she left without looking back.
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~Anti-theft as usual~
~Replacement in the early morning~
~I don’t have any subscriptions in the first place, but I still pirate it every day. People who watch pirated copies still come to scold me for my connotation. Isn’t it immoral~
In the twenty-fifth year of Xuanyan, the Gengyin year, history began to write in the spring of this year, creating a sonorous and powerful thunder.
The vast Daqian territory was eventually torn apart by the continuous outbreak of internal wars due to foreign invasions and natural disasters. The political center shifted from Yong'an Jingzhao to Hejing, the economic foundation was completely broken, and a century-old civilization was burned down in Qingshan Academy. With the move of Dongping Academy to the south, it was transferred to Hengxiang.
There was no serious power struggle among courtiers in the highly centralized Li Qian country. The move of the capital by Emperor Xuanyan and Li Ju was more likely to preserve the integrity of the regime. However, the Li family had lost its control over the entire country. The dominant position of absolute overlord.
On the eighth day of February, Song Zhiyi sent troops to capture Yong'an.
As the capital of Daqian, Yong'an City once had a resident and floating population of 1.8 million during its peak period. However, when the gates of Yong'an City were breached, there were only less than 300,000 people left in the city.
The whole city was desolate and desolate, with corpses lying everywhere. The unburned fire destroyed a long stretch of street market, sending up charred ash all over the sky, blowing in the wind, and attacking the new owner of this ancient city.
On February 11, Peifeng guard general Zhao Gu led the Huben camp and the vanguard camp of the Dasu army, as well as some of the people who were willing to leave with him, completely retreated from Panzhou.
On February 16th, Lin Yao finally took the title. In the next half month, half of the 150,000 people who had not left the city with Zhao were massacred by Lin Yao.
On the seventh day of April, Tian Dayao captured Shiding Town. General Liang Zongguang of Zuo Yiwei was killed in the battle. All the towns east of Youzhou fell. Luo Zhicheng, the governor of Youzhou, was beheaded in the street and his head was hung in the market.
On May 23rd, civil unrest broke out in Cide. Qian Xianmin, the leader of the peasant uprising army, led 30,000 soldiers and horses, burning, killing, and looting all the way to attack Huazhou.
On the second day of the seventh lunar month, Jiao Jinhu of Yanzhou led 50,000 troops and went south to attack Peifeng.
In the same month, Qin Xing, the military governor of Jiannan, was shot to death by random arrows from the former rebel general Zhang Linghui. Song Zhiyi captured Yizhou and pointed his sword at Panzhou.
On September 11, the commander-in-chief of the Yannan Army, Yun Bozhong, led 100,000 troops, defeated Tian Dayao's tribe in Pingyu County, and occupied Jidi, which Tian Dayao had worked so hard to defeat.
On November 23, Li's cavalry of 8,000 soldiers and horses quietly passed through Changyang and raided Huguang. Song Zhiyi suffered a loss of 30,000 soldiers and horses, and a large amount of food and grass was robbed.
At the same time, the northwest battlefield was retreating steadily. Without the support of Li Qian, the tribes were deprived of food and grass. For more than half a year, they lost several cities and retreated to Tu.
Behind the turbulent times where heroes compete, there is the rise and fall of major families and competition. A large number of noble clans are rapidly declining, and a number of new nobles are also rising rapidly.
There are no eggs left behind when the nest is overturned. Those major clans that try their best to avoid being involved in the world's disputes are gradually forced by the situation and have to take sides and choose good trees to live in.
Among them, many aristocratic families, under the coercion and inducement of various warlords, directly got rid of them and raised their own armies, such as Tanzhou Lin family, Pinghe Bai family, etc.
There are those who are eager to try, there are those who have both sides, there are those who are struggling, and there are also those who are unwilling to be manipulated by others.
There are calls to win over talents and recruit troops everywhere. At the same time, various forces send a large number of lobbyists to travel around. The thresholds of several wealthy families in the Central Plains and Jiangnan are about to be trampled to pieces.
At the beginning of the spring of the Xinmao year, a group of hundreds of soldiers and horses followed the rugged mountain road in Zhaozhou, passed through the barren mountains that had not been visited for a long time, and climbed to Liling.
