Cao Yanhui has arrived in Dunhuang and has been temporarily accommodated in the hotel. Whether he will stay in Dunhuang permanently or make other arrangements has to wait for Yuan Feng to make up his mind.
Cao Yanhui's identity is very special. He is the old master of Yuanfeng and the prefect of the Zhou Dynasty. With these two relationships, no one dares to touch him. Not only can he not be touched, but he also has to serve him well. No, Cao Yanhui
As soon as he arrived, Zhou Ze'an sent someone to invite Yuan Feng and held a banquet for the old prefect to welcome him.
Walking on the road, Yuan Feng said to Hermione: "Let's go together."
"I'm full, so I won't go."
Yuan Feng also insisted: "Go, there must be a lot of delicious food."
"Don't go. Besides, who am I, the mistress of Dunhuang?"
After saying this, Yuan Feng stopped insisting. After all, it was not right to take Hermione to see Cao Yanhui, so he said: "Then you go back and rest first, and I will find you when I have time."
Play."
Hermione went back by herself, and Yuan Feng arrived at the post under the protection of the guards. There were seven or eight carriages parked in the yard and were still unloading. Yuan Feng just asked the soldiers to guard near the post and walked in by himself.
Entering the hall, a pretty little girl walked towards him. Yuan Feng was stunned when he saw it. She looked so familiar as if she had seen it somewhere before. The little girl was also stunned and looked at Yuan Feng with wide eyes. She also had a look on her face.
Surprised, the two of them asked almost at the same time: "Who are you?"
With a slender figure, big eyes, fair face, and a faint fragrance that seems to be there but not there, isn't this that bastard Cao Xiu? Why did he comb his hairpin and put on a skirt, and his little face seemed to be still...
She put on rouge! Could it be said that Cao Xiu was originally a girl?
Cao Xiu was also puzzled. Who is this white-robed young man? Why does his face, eyes, walking, posture, and voice sound like that weird uncle who doesn't care about hygiene? Is he his younger brother? Or... the weird uncle himself?
Suddenly Cao Xiu's face turned red and she turned around and ran away. Yuan Feng looked down at himself and touched his face again. There was nothing wrong. At this time, footsteps came. Zhou Ze'an respectfully helped Cao Yanhui over. Yuan Feng had just
He raised his head and met Cao Yanhui's eyes. When their eyes met, Cao Yanhui trembled and two tears slowly fell from his eyes.
Zhou Ze'an was shocked, what happened to the old magistrate? He was not an easily emotional person. He had never been so excited when the Turkic army was defeated. Why did he feel like meeting his long-lost son when he saw Yuan Feng?
Yuan Feng also wondered what happened to the old fox today. Why was he crying when he had nothing to do? Did he think that I wanted to do harm to them and his son? Impossible. No matter what considerations I had, I would not kill Cao and his son. Well, or
It is said that it belongs to the Cao family and his daughter.
Cao Yanhui rubbed her eyes, her mood suddenly became excited, she walked over tremblingly, broke away from Zhou Ze'an's support, took out her crystal pince-nez, surrounded Yuan Feng left and right, looking back and forth, looking at each other.
The tears made Yuan Feng feel uncomfortable. Zhou Ze'an was at a loss and didn't know what to say. In the end, he simply spread his hands and stood aside to see what the old guy Cao Yanhui was singing.
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After finally finishing reading, Cao Yanhui took off his glasses and burst into tears: "It's like being reincarnated, like in a dream!" Seeing that he was a little out of control, Yuan Feng and Zhou Ze'an quickly helped him to a chair, and Cao kept mumbling for a while.
As if he suddenly woke up, he grabbed Yuan Feng's hand and asked, "Who is your father?"
Yuan Feng's eyes dimmed: "I am an orphan and have no parents."
"Then who brought you up?"
"It's uncle."
"What is your uncle's taboo?"
Cao Yanhui pressed forward step by step, asking endless questions, but Yuan Feng was mute. He couldn't tell the name of his uncle. That middle-aged man with strange appearance, tall body, and taciturnity had raised himself since he was a child and taught him literacy, martial arts, and the art of war...
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In the hazy moment, a clumsy man was changing the baby's diaper. The baby was crying and sweat was dripping from the man's head.
In a blink of an eye, the baby grew up and turned into a child of three or four years old. He was walking on the plum blossom piles with a wooden knife. From time to time he fell to the ground and scratched his clothes. The man with a whip in his hand yelled at him. At night, the child fell asleep.
But the man was mending his scratched clothes under the oil lamp with his baton in hand.
The child grew up to be a young man, but the man grew older day by day. Finally one day, his body, which was sickened by overwork, could no longer hold on, and his stalwart body fell to the ground, just like a wall that protected the wind and rain fell. The young man clenched his teeth.
With his lips pursed and not a single tear shed, the nearby villagers gradually gathered and pointed at the young man: "Is that a fool?" A lame middle-aged man came over and held the young man's shoulders and said, "Follow me.
, a bowl of rice is indispensable for you."
The past is like the wind.
Yuan Feng suddenly woke up from the past and said in a low voice: "I don't know my uncle's name."
"Then did your uncle leave anything behind?"
Yuan Feng shook his head slowly. His uncle left suddenly. After that, the small yard was deserted. Several horses were taken away by Hu Laizi. It can be said that nothing was left behind.
Cao Yanhui was silent, as if he was depressed because of the interruption of the clue. He did not speak, and Yuan Feng and Zhou Ze'an did not dare to speak. There were attendants outside who wanted to come over to inform them that the banquet was ready, but Zhou Ze'an repelled them.
"You must be wondering why I did this. Sigh...it's a long story. Mr. Zhou, do you have any money on you?" Cao Yanhui said.
Zhou Ze'an hurriedly took out a stack of banknotes. These were banknotes jointly issued by the Dunhuang Army and the Yuchi family in Chang'an. They had a very good reputation, but Cao Yanhui didn't even look at them and said, "I'm talking about real silver, the emperor's head."
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Zhou Ze'an is already one of the civil servants of Xiliang, and his status is so high that he does not need to carry loose silver with him. He was about to go out to find someone to ask for silver coins, but Yuan Feng took out a handful of silver coins from his body.
There are silver coins circulating in the Western Regions, broken silver circulating in the Central Plains, and of course the emperor's heads from Xiliang.
Cao Yanhui took a silver coin with the head of a great emperor and said to Yuan Feng: "Do you know the origin of the head on the silver coin?"
Yuan Feng shook his head.
Zhou Ze'an said at the side: "This is half a tael of money from the previous dynasty. It weighs five coins and is a round silver coin without square holes. It is embossed with the side profile of Emperor Wu. It is a government-issued coin that circulates in the Central Plains. It is commonly known as the Great Emperor's Head. Great Zhou Dynasty
After the establishment of the dynasty, the emperor's head was abolished, and all silver coins were smelted in the furnace and cast into silver ingots for use. Only Liangzhou and other places still use this kind of old silver coins. They have been used for a long time, and these coins have become somewhat worn."
Cao Yanhui nodded, asked Yuan Feng to turn his face slightly, then raised a great emperor's head and asked Zhou Ze'an: "What's the mystery?"
Zhou Ze'an looked at the head on the silver coin and then at Yuan Feng's profile. He was so shocked that he almost sat on the ground. The outlines of the two profiles matched perfectly!
Could it be that... the lord belongs to Emperor Wu... Zhou Ze'an didn't dare to think about it anymore. This matter was too outrageous and unbelievable, beyond his understanding.
Yuan Feng suddenly remembered that when he first arrived in Liangzhou, Yulia once held a Great Emperor's head and said to him, this head looks very similar to yours.
Could it be said that the head on this silver coin has a great connection with his own life experience?
"When you came in just now, I seemed to see the shadow of Emperor Wu when he was young. Emperor Wu also liked to wear the moon-white Sichuan brocade tunic. He shaved his beard cleanly, didn't wear a hat, and just tied it in a bun.
A ribbon, you are so similar that in a trance I seem to have gone back to the past." As he said that, Cao Yanhui took out the handkerchief from his sleeve and wiped the corners of his eyes.
When Yuan Feng met Cao Yanhui for the first time, he was still an ordinary soldier. Cao Yanhui happened to be ill and could not focus on a soldier, so he hardly looked at him. Later, after several disturbances, Yuan Feng took the power. Goodbye
When Cao Yanhui came to Cao Yanhui, his image changed again. He wore the armor of an ordinary soldier all day long, never took care of his beard, couldn't sleep for days and nights, and his mental state was also bad, so Cao Yanhui couldn't tell anything. Yuan Feng was clean shaven today.
He trimmed his beard, trimmed his hair, and changed into new clothes inside and out. They happened to be all white, which happened to coincide with the image of Emperor Wu in Cao Yanhui's impression, so he took out his glasses and looked at it carefully.
, only to discover that not only do they look stylish, but their facial features are also very similar!
Emperor Wu of the previous dynasty was a legendary hero. Yuan Feng grew up reading the Quotations of Emperor Wu since he was a child. The so-called Quotations of Emperor Wu was a booklet circulated among the people, which recorded some of the wonderful aphorisms said by Emperor Wu.
As the famous saying goes, in the Zhou Dynasty, this was something that most people could not see.
Yuan Feng was still thinking hard, but Cao Yanhui had already left his seat tremblingly, lifted his robe, knelt down, and kowtowed to the ground with a bang: "Old minister, see His Highness the Crown Prince!"
Although Yuan Feng was already the de facto king of Xiliang, Cao Yanhui didn't buy it. He always regarded himself as an elder and a superior official. No matter how large the territory Yuan Feng conquered, it could not change the fact that he was once a soldier in the Liangzhou army.
No matter when and where, it was Yuan Feng who greeted him first. Even Cao Xiu always regarded himself as the young master and looked down upon this nouveau riche.
But today was very different. Cao Yanhui took the initiative to kneel down and regarded himself as an old minister, indicating that he had determined that Yuan Feng was the descendant of Emperor Wu and the successor of the former Han Dynasty.
"For twenty years, I have been thinking about my motherland and the emperor all the time." Cao Yanhui burst into tears.