"The wind is rustling and the water is cold. A strong man will never return once he is gone..."
"Xiao Hou...we are going back to reward you, not to behead you, so please stop reading such depressing poems!"
"Oh? Then let me change a song! Well, the cars are rolling, the horses are rustling, and the pedestrians are carrying bows and arrows at their waists. Ye Niang and his wife are walking to see each other off, and Xianyang Bridge is nowhere to be seen..."
"..."
Seeing Xiao Han sitting on the horse and shaking his head, Yuchi Gong's old face almost wrinkled into a bitter melon.
He thought he didn't have much ink in his stomach, but when Xiao Han read these poems, even a fool could tell that they were not something worth being happy about.
Today is their first day heading to Chang'an.
After being delayed in Luoyang for more than a month, it was not until Li Yuan personally issued an order to recall the army that Li Shimin embarked on his return journey.
At this time, there were already small rumors circulating in Chang'an, saying that Li Shimin, relying on his arrogance, intended to monopolize Luoyang and establish a state within a state.
These rumors appeared very strangely, so strangely that people all over Lijingmen in Chang'an didn't know where they came from.
However, after Li Shimin learned about these rumors, he just smiled indifferently and didn't even bother to investigate.
A general with tens of thousands of elite troops at his disposal refused to return to Beijing to resign after the war.
It's definitely not just one or two people who feel scared.
Before leaving today, Li Shimin specially took Xiao Han to visit Wang Zhiyuan.
However, when the two of them arrived, they realized that the ordinary small courtyard was already empty.
Pushing open the ajar door, Xiao Han thought that according to previous movie scripts, there would be something like "Prince of Qin's Personal Letter" or "Letter to Marquis Xiao" left in the room to show the relationship between their uncle and nephew.
The style of a superior person.
But even after searching all the houses, he and Li Shimin couldn't find even a single word, and in the end they could only return in despair.
The army left Luoyang and marched westward along the Yellow River.
When passing Mang Mountain, Xiao Han suddenly left the team and looked at the green mountains in the distance in trance.
"Xiao Hou is still thinking about Shan Xiongxin?"
Yuchi Gong noticed Xiao Han's strangeness, drove his horse to his side and asked in a low voice.
He never understood the relationship between Xiao Han and the spearman.
It can be said that the two were enemies, but Xiao Han was sad for a long time after that person's death, and even went to pay homage at the grave in person.
But let's call him a friend. He was the one who laid a heavy ambush and killed Shan Xiongxin on this mountain in one fell swoop.
When Xiao Han heard the voice, he looked up and saw that it was Yu Chigong. After hesitating for a moment, he nodded slowly.
Yuchi Gong frowned and couldn't help but ask: "Who is that Shan Xiongxin? Why did you, Qin Shubao, Li Ji and Cheng Yaojin all look like this after he died?"
"He?" Xiao Han looked at Mang Mountain in the distance and whispered: "He is a hero."
"Hero? What about you then?" Yuchi Gong looked at Xiao Han with a strange look.
In his eyes, Xiao Han was an excellent talker, and even a subordinate general like him favored him.
But when it comes to Shan Xiongxin, how can he do all kinds of tricks?
Xiao Han shook his head and said nothing.
It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's that he really doesn't know what to say.
He admired Shan Xiongxin’s bravery and loyalty from the bottom of his heart!
However, he was afraid that this man's bravery and loyalty would harm the newly born Tang Dynasty!
The more capable a person is, the greater the harm he will cause to society, this is for sure!
In the land of Hebei and Shandong, there have always been many generous and tragic people!
Once Dou Jiande died, the unknown Liu Heitai was able to stir up chaos in Hebei.
Xiao Han couldn't imagine what kind of turmoil would arise if Shan Xiongxin was let go. In this case, his death was already doomed.
"Born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in Beimang! Brother Shan, have a good journey..."
After muttering a few words in a low voice, Xiao Han finally seemed relieved and turned his head, no longer looking at the green mountains and green waters.
In the army, several generals were in inexplicably heavy moods.
But that doesn't stop the people below from being excited and happy!
After being away from home for half a year, I won another unprecedented victory!
Those soldiers had long been eager to get their wings and fly back to Chang'an so that they could receive their share of the reward.
The army traveled fifty miles a day. This was the number Li Shimin set in advance!
Xiao Han and the others set out in the morning. Just after noon, the soldiers in the front stopped and started to set up camp with shouts.
"We have finished today's journey so quickly?"
Xiao Han jumped off the horse, while rubbing his painful thighs, he asked Xiaodong who was helping to hold the horse next to him.
Xiaodong rolled his eyes helplessly and thought to himself: Where have you walked? Aren't we all walking?
"Ahem, maybe the road is better now, so we walked a little faster."
"Oh, that's true!"
Xiao Han didn't see Xiaodong's resentful eyes, he responded casually, moved his hands and feet, and walked straight to the Yellow River.
For a person who loves landscapes, every time he sees a small ditch, he would like to lie down and take a look.
Now walking along the Yellow River, how could he not take a closer look?
The Yellow River near Luoyang is very wide. The dim yellow water flowing through here slows down and becomes much clearer.
However, Xiao Han knew that this kind of clarity did not mean anything good.
He has read history and knows that a long time ago, the Yellow River was not called the Yellow River, but was called a big river.
At this time, the Yellow River has clear water quality and rich products. It is a veritable mother river.
But since the Han Dynasty, this clear river has gradually become turbid.
The abundant river water in the upper reaches carries a large amount of silt from the Loess Plateau, bringing fertile nutrients to the lower reaches, but also endless suffering.
It breaks out twice every three years and changes its course once every hundred years. This is exactly what the Yellow River is talking about.
The Tang Dynasty will also be its last tenderness to the Chinese people. From the Tang Dynasty onwards, the Yellow River will become a poisonous dragon that floods wantonly, poisoning every living thing every once in a while.
Jump on a big rock and carefully pick up a handful of water from the Yellow River.
Seeing the fine sediment in the water gradually settling in the palm of his hand, Xiao Han smiled bitterly and threw the handful of water into the river.
I don't know if it's because the butt determines the head. Xiao Han feels that he is becoming more and more compassionate now. Even when he sees the Yellow River, he doesn't first think of the delicious Yellow River carp.
There is something not very good about this.
Because compassion and compassion usually only appear in emperors or saints.
Needless to say, the emperor, in this era that belongs to Xiao Lizi, whoever dares to peek at any location can almost prepare for the funeral in advance.
And the saint?
After thinking about those ancient sages, Xiao Han shuddered violently.
That kind of profound state is really beyond the reach of just one person!
It seems that I should just be honest, try my best to be a playboy, and get through this life perfectly.
