Cheng Yu, who had always been calm, thought for a moment and nodded in agreement. After he went to seek refuge with Cao Cao, his former friends might fight each other with swords and guns, each serving as his master.
After leaving Xiangyang, Jia Rong rushed to Jiangdong without stopping. On the Yangtze River, Jia Rong felt very uncomfortable, which made people feel unsteady. No wonder Cao Cao's hundreds of thousands of troops could not win Jiangdong, with ships in the south and horses in the north, and the climate in the north and south
The difference determines the type of soldiers. Many of the blood guards who followed him were seasick and vomited.
"Should we have a naval force belonging to the Xiliang Army?" Jia Rong pondered. The Xiliang Army is mainly cavalry. It will definitely be uncomfortable in the humid and rainy Jiangnan, which will be detrimental to future battles, not to mention that it is not far away.
There is a small island waiting for Jia Rong to conquer, and it is very important to establish a naval army.
The Sun family in Jiangdong caused an uproar when Jia Rong appeared in the Sun family with 300 cavalry. There were few war horses in the south, but the opponent was able to lead 300 cavalry in Jiangdong. This is enough to show the extraordinary nature of this cavalry, but the soldiers
Their faces were a little pale, and as the saying goes, "Southern boats and north horses", it was easy to tell that these people were soldiers from the north.
With a "squeak" sound, the door of the mansion opened wide. Seeing the three hundred cavalry suddenly appearing outside the door, the old man who opened the door looked slightly sluggish and moved his steps slightly backward.
"Uncle Zhao!"
The old man tried hard to find this familiar voice in the crowd. When he saw it clearly, tears immediately flowed down his face.
"Uncle Zhao!" Sun Ce got off his horse and came to Uncle Zhao, his tone slightly excited.
Uncle Zhao glanced at Sun Ce lovingly, then turned to Jia Rong and others behind Sun Ce, and said: "Everyone should be friends of Ce'er, please come in quickly." Looking at the huge momentum of three hundred people, Uncle Zhao felt embarrassed.
He said: "It's just that the mansion is small and cannot accommodate so many distinguished guests."
Jia Rong dismounted and said: "It doesn't matter, they are all military people and don't have to pay so much attention. We will leave thirty people behind and the rest will find accommodation in nearby inns. We are not allowed to disturb the people."
"Uncle Zhao, please come in." Jia Rong said politely.
Uncle Zhao did not dare to step forward. He waited for Jia Rong to walk into the Sun Mansion before following Sun Ce. He was just a steward of the Sun Mansion. He had been favored by the Sun family for many years. It was rare for the Sun family to
He regarded Sun Ce as one of his own, and he had watched Sun Ce grow up, but his status as master and servant could not be changed.
Sun Jian has been dead for more than a month, and the people in the Sun family have gradually recovered from their sadness.
When she saw Sun Ce, Sun couldn't help crying anymore. Sun Jian died on the battlefield in his prime. Sun Quan was young, and the only eldest son in the family was Sun Ce. When the eighteen princes attacked Dong Zhuo,
, Sun Ce was unfortunately captured, and Sun shed tears afterwards.
Sun Ce knelt down in front of his mother and burst into tears.
After a long time, Mrs. Sun hurriedly pulled Sun Ce up and said to Jia Rong and others: "Dear guests, please take a seat quickly!"
Jia Rong cupped his hand and walked to a place not far away from Sun. It must be said that Sun Jian did have a good vision. Sun was a standard southern beauty. In terms of appearance, she was not inferior to Wei Fu. Her voice was neither urgent nor slow, giving people a pleasant impression.
Comfortable feeling.
"I'm sorry to say that I'm sorry, but I'd like to thank you for your honor. How do you address your distinguished guest?" Seeing Jia Rong sit down, Mrs. Sun covered her face and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes and asked.
Jia Rong glanced around, and Sun Ce also looked embarrassed. Jia Rong's identity was a taboo, otherwise Jia Rong would not call himself Rong Gu.
Mrs. Sun understood and smiled: "If it's not convenient for you to say it, don't force it."
"Madam, just call me Young Master Rong." Jia Rong cupped his hands and said.
Sun smiled and said, "Ce'er is able to come back from Chang'an, and I have Mr. Lao Rong."
"Wen Tai and I are brothers, so escorting Ce'er back is a matter of course. Madam, you don't have to be polite."
"Tell the servants to prepare the food and wine to entertain the guests." Mrs. Sun turned around and said to the servants.
"Brother Wentai passed away unfortunately. As Wentai's brother, I should assist Ce'er in taking charge of Jiangdong. If my sister-in-law has difficulties, just say so."
Seeing the sincerity of Jia Rong's words, Sun lowered his head and pondered for a moment and said, "I am a Taoist woman. Young master will discuss it with Ce'er later." Since Sun Ce was about to take charge of Jiangdong affairs, Sun was inconvenient to discuss with Jia Rong.
Regarding Sun Ce's unfavorable behavior in Jiangdong in the future, Jia Rong also secretly nodded.
The dinner was very rich. The Sun family was second to none in Jiangdong. There were hundreds of dishes in total. It was an eye-opener for Jia Rong. After becoming a general, Jia Rong's food and clothing were still very simple and he did not pursue luxury.
During the banquet, Sun Ce, Sun Quan and other important disciples of the Sun family, Hao Ran, were present.
Under the influence of alcohol, Jia Rong said loudly: "There are many talented people in Jiangdong. If Ce'er can use them properly, it is not impossible to compete in the Central Plains. When Wentai was alive, he left behind all the elite soldiers who fought in hundreds of battles. Ce'er, uncle, I don't have much ability. I can't use them."
As the saying goes, only one man has the courage, so I will do my best to help you wherever I can."
Sun Ce looked at Jia Rong excitedly. Jia Rong, who had the most outstanding achievements in the world, promised so. Xiao Jiangdong had nothing to worry about and kept toasting to Jia Rong.
A banquet is a feast for both the host and the guest.
Returning to his residence, Jia Rong regained his calm side. There was no impetuousness at the banquet. Sun Jian and he had a brotherhood. Now he is helping Sun Ce. How should he deal with it in the future? If the Sun family refuses to submit in the end, will they have to do it again?
Fighting each other? He really felt confused about his current behavior.
"Cer, tell mother, who is Mr. Rong today?" asked Sun after returning to the room.
Sun Ce looked embarrassed. On one side was his mother who had raised him since childhood, and on the other was Jia Rong, who had taught him so much.
"Cer, my mother is also worried that you will be deceived by bad people. The situation in Jiangdong has been a bit chaotic since your father's death. Don't trust others easily." Sun said.
"Don't worry, mother, Mr. Rong will not covet Jiangdong or anything."
"Cer, mother won't talk nonsense."
Sun Ce thought for a long time and said slowly: "This man is the general Jia Rong, who was a good friend of my father in the past. When the eighteen princes attacked Dong Zhuo, the child was captured by the Xiliang army. I believe my father also told his mother what he heard.
After hearing the news of his father's death, Jia Rong immediately led his children to Jiangdong."
Sun's eyes looked thoughtful. Sun Ce was captured by the Xiliang army. After Sun Jian came back, he often heard Sun's cries. Ordinarily, for such a person, Sun Ce should have more resentment, but from Sun Ce's tone
Mrs. Sun felt grateful when she heard it.
"That's good. When Ce'er grows up, you should think more about everything by yourself. My mother comes from a woman's family, so it's not convenient for her to come forward with many things. Your father died early, so Jiangdong will be left to you. Mr. Rong is right, there are so many talented people in Jiangdong.
, if Ce'er can be used properly, he will definitely be able to revitalize Jiangdong."
"After your father's death, let you be like Jia Rong and recruit talents to achieve a great cause. Don't rest on your laurels."
Sun Ce leaned forward and promised that filial piety comes first. Even if he is an emperor, he must pay homage to his mother when he meets her.
The next day, Jia Rong, Sun Ce and other important figures of the Sun family came to pay their respects to Sun Jian's tomb again, and Sun Ce officially became the helmsman of Jiangdong.
There are so many talented people in Jiangdong, like Lu Su and Zhou Yu, none of them are independent and romantic figures.
If time permits, Jia Rong is willing to live in Jiangdong for a long time and recruit all these talents to the Xiliang Army. However, this is not the first time that Jia Xu has received news. There has been no trace of Jia Rong in Chang'an City for many days. Some aristocratic families have begun to
I'm restless.
With the concerted efforts of Sun and Jia Rong, young Sun Ce inherited Sun Jian's great cause. The generals in the army did not make any mistakes under the leadership of Huang Gai, Zu Mao, Han Dang and others. Huang Gai was really surprised when he saw Jia Rong.
After a while, Jia Rong was still able to send the eldest son back to Jiangdong in person. This sentiment was still important, which also determined that Jia Rong could not stay in Jiangdong for a long time.
"Thank you, General!" Huang Gai and Han Dang said in unison.
Jia Rong kindly helped the two men up and said with a smile: "Wentai and I were brothers. Unfortunately, he passed away now. I hope you will work together to help Bo Fu and unify Jiangdong as soon as possible."
Huang Gai, Han Dangzu, and Mao all said yes.
"If Bo Fu makes any mistakes in the future, you should also teach him carefully." Jia Rong was like Sun Ce's elder, teaching these subordinates.
Not far away, Mrs. Sun looked at everything in front of her in amazement. She thought that when Sun Jian had just died, the generals in the army were the most restless. They were all clamoring to avenge Sun Jian, but now they were facing an unfamiliar face.
It seems that Jia Rong is indeed worthy of his reputation.
After Sun Ce successfully took charge of the great cause left by Sun Jian, Jia Rong came to Sun Jian's grave again.
"Brother Wentai has been running around all his life, but he died in battle. I don't know what kind of changes will happen to the world. I said at the beginning that you and I brothers join forces, but I don't expect that there will be eighteen princes to challenge Dong. Alas, worldly affairs
Unexpectedly, Liu Biao's revenge will be repaid by Wentai someday."
"Now that Bo Fu has taken charge of Jiangdong's great cause, I will also return to Chang'an. Brother Wentai, have a good trip!" Jia Rong picked up the prepared wine and poured three large bowls of wine on Sun Jian's grave. Then he sat on the ground and drank by himself.
, chatting about home affairs in front of Sun Jian’s grave.
"Liu Si, order people to prepare the ships. We will return to Chang'an tonight." It was getting dark, and Jia Rongcai left from Sun Jian's grave.
"Promise!" Liu Si looked happy and left in a hurry. Jiangdong was unfamiliar with the place, and Sun Ce had only temporarily taken over the power. Who knows if anyone in the army hated Jia Rong and took advantage of it. The sooner he leaves this place of right and wrong,
The better.
Leaving without saying goodbye had exposed his whereabouts in Jiangdong, and Jia Rong didn't want to cause any more trouble.
Although it is spring, the nights on the Yangtze River are still cold. Sitting on the bow of the boat, facing the bright moon, Jia Rong couldn't help but think of two ancient poems.
"The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success and failure are all gone, but the green mountains are still red after several sunsets."
Since I only remembered these two sentences, although my roar was very powerful, it seemed a little weak.
Wang Yue stared at Jia Rong with a serious look. Such a majestic poem came from the hands of a martial artist. It was a bit incredible to think about it. The confusion about Jia Rong in his heart rose to another level. Could it be that Jia Rong always pretended to be reckless in the past?
If this is really the case, then the person in front of him is too scary. How many people are being played by him in the palm of his hand.
