Li Ji didn't say a word, kept his feet, and nodded slightly to the guards standing at the entrance of the tent. A guard near the door turned sideways and opened the curtain of the tent door.
Li Ji entered first.
Fang Jun walked to the door and looked around. He saw that these people were all the emperor's personal guards who guarded Taiji Palace in the past. They were all descendants of the deceased relatives. Many of them even knew each other and could even talk to each other. However,
At this moment, these guards were not squinting, and regarded Fang Jun as if he were nothing.
These are the true confidants of the emperor. They can sacrifice their lives for the emperor anytime and anywhere. Whenever His Majesty Li Er leaves the palace, he will never leave the palace. Even if His Majesty Li Er goes to war, he will take him with him. At this moment, these people are guarding here, which seems to have made it clear.
Understand the importance of this tent...
Fang Jun took a deep breath and walked into the tent.
The door curtain was lowered behind him, causing the light in the tent to dim instantly, but this was enough to make Fang Jun underestimate the furnishings in the tent.
In the deserted tent, there was only a huge coffin placed in it. The fresh wood exuded a unique aroma, and the clear wood texture could be seen on the unpainted coffin. In the empty tent, it was very strange.
People feel as heavy as Mount Tai.
Although Li Ji had already reported the news of His Majesty's death to the Prince of the East Palace, at this moment, he still felt as if a piece of the situation was weighing on his heart, making him breathless and causing his heart to twitch.
Perhaps, His Majesty Li Er was not the best emperor. He killed his brother and brother, forced his father to abdicate, and was even a little willful. His advantages and disadvantages were as obvious as those of him. But in the years since he came to the Tang Dynasty, His Majesty Li Er had never treated him well.
He was very fond of him and could even be described as indulgent. Although he beat and scolded him from time to time, he never really disliked him and would always condone his deviant ways in the end.
Having a broad mind and accepting advice with an open mind are noble qualities that many wise kings and saints have never really possessed.
However, now, the hero who founded the dynasty with the sun and moon in his hand, who is destined to leave a mark in history and be admired by countless descendants, has left his magnificent and solemn palace and can only join this world.
In the coffin.
Even though he heard accurate news from the prince, he always had a kind of suspicion or extravagant hope - thinking that this was just a drama written and directed by His Majesty Li Er in order to achieve the richness that he wanted to accomplish.
Great achievements.
After all, in the past, although the emperor may have been injured or sick during the Eastern Expedition to Goguryeo, he still returned to Chang'an City alive and well, and continued to lead this huge empire to prosperity step by step, laying the foundation for an empire that has been second to none from ancient times to the present.
Glory and prosperity.
But now, facing this huge coffin, all doubts and extravagant hopes are shattered...
Seeing Fang Jun first in a daze, then a look of pain and sadness appeared on his face, until he slowly knelt in front of the coffin, tears falling silently one after another, Li Ji did not persuade him, but just said lightly: "In my heart
If you have anything to say, there’s no harm in telling His Majesty.”
Then, he turned around with his hands behind his back and walked out of the tent.
The moment the door curtain was opened, the cold wind rushed in, blowing up the ashes of burned yellow paper in the pottery pot on one side of the coffin, and scattered ash flakes spiraled up, flying in the air, like autumn leaves...
Life and death, success or failure, just a dream in the dust
*****
Li Ji did not return to the main tent of the Chinese army, but stood in the "passage" between the two tents with his hands behind his hands. He let the cold wind pass through the hall and lifted up his clothes to make a sound, but he did not feel the cold at all.
Because his heart is hot.
He clearly knew that what he was doing now would bring about earth-shaking changes to the empire. It would clear up all the shortcomings in the court since the Han Dynasty in one fell swoop, making the imperial power reach an unparalleled level of concentration, and truly command the center and the world.
Jing Cong, rather than the government orders not leaving the capital, the world belongs to the imperial court in name, but in fact it is all under the control of the noble families.
Not only is his military ability unmatched by anyone in the world, but his political talent is also at its peak. He deeply understands that the existence of aristocratic families may seem to consolidate the foundation of the world, but in fact the interests of the families must override the interests of the empire. As long as the families exist, the empire will
There is always a risk of falling apart.
The calamity of the clan is deep-rooted and irreconcilable.
…
There was a sound of footsteps behind him. Li Ji turned around and saw Fang Jun with a faintly excited expression. He smiled silently, reached out and patted Fang Jun on the shoulder, and said warmly: "Things here are beyond your control. It's better to speed up."
It’s best to go back to Chang’an as soon as possible. The current situation is unpredictable, so don’t let a moment of negligence lead to lifelong regrets.”
Fang Jun deeply understood the meaning of this sentence, nodded slowly, and said: "In that case, I will take my leave first. Oh, Li Siwen is now the deputy general of the Sixth Army of the East Palace, leading an army to fight.
His bravery and military exploits are outstanding, and His Highness the Crown Prince is very fond of him."
Since the day when the rebels started their troops, the Sixth Army of the East Palace had been fighting hard against an enemy force that was ten times their size. Their numbers were severely reduced but they refused to retreat. Their fighting spirit was always strong. They could be called the right-hand man of the prince and made great contributions. At the same time, Li
Siwen, Cheng Chubi, Qu Tuquan, Qin Huaidao and others are naturally regarded as humerus by the prince. It is conceivable that as long as the East Palace can survive this crisis, given the prince's character, these people will be listed one by one, and not only will they be promoted to the title
Needless to say, he will remain at the center of power for the rest of his life.
The future is bright.
Li Ji smiled and said calmly: "In troubled times, a man should take his fame immediately. Life and death are determined by fate, and wealth is in the sky. What kind of fortune is in the sky? Not only must you fight for it with your own hands, but you must also accept fate. After all, there are swords and guns in battle.
Wu Yan, even if he is the commander of an army, he may be killed by a cold arrow... Go back and tell him that his father's title and merit are not worth relying on. Only the merit he has earned with his sword and gun is the foundation for his life.
."
These words seemed like a father's expectations for his son, but they still did not reveal any of Li Ji's own tendencies...
Fang Jun cupped his fists and saluted: "That's it, I'll take my leave now."
"Um."
Li Ji nodded, still holding his hands behind his back, standing still like a javelin, with a military aura all over his body, and warned: "This time you ambushed Changsun Anye at Yanling Pass, the news must have been spread back to Chang'an, how could Changsun Wuji
Are you willing to give up? He will definitely calculate your return route and ambush you to avenge your eldest grandson Anye, so you must be more careful and don't be careless, lest you lose your life."
From Luoyang to Chang'an, the Guanlong army had already controlled Tongguan, so Changsun Anye could walk calmly through the "North and South Xiaodao Road", but Fang Jun could only return by the original Shangyu Road. In this way, Changsun Wuji could calmly arrange his troops
An ambush was set up along the road where Fang Jun must pass, and he was intercepted and killed.
Fang Jun was deeply convinced. Seeing that Changsun Wuji would rather disobey the imperial decree and recall Changsun Anye from his exile in Lingnan, he knew how much he valued him. Although he had been living in seclusion in the mansion without seeing any use, at this time Sending eldest son Anye to persuade Li Ji, doesn't it just show his position in eldest son Wuji's heart?
Such a good helper and his own brother died tragically at Fang Jun's sword. It would be strange if Changsun Wuji didn't go crazy. It is only natural that he should send troops to intercept and kill him on the way...
However, there are only two roads connecting Guanzhong and Luoyang. Taking the "North-South Xiaodao Road" requires passing through Hangu Pass and Tongguan all the way. It is like rushing into the rebel camp, and the surrounding rebels are dozens of times larger than ours. If you intercept and kill him, you will definitely die.
In contrast, the terrain of the ancient Shang-Yu Road is more dangerous and narrower. Even with a huge force, it is difficult to deploy an elite army. They can only send an elite army to intercept and kill them in an ambush halfway.
What kind of elite army does Guanlong have? If it were more than ten or twenty years ago, the soldiers of Guanlong who had gone through battles from north to south were stained with blood, and all of them were fierce soldiers who had been in battle for a long time. I wanted to choose one of them. It is not easy to compare one to ten elites. However, times have changed, and twenty years of pampered and extravagant life have long worn away the bravery of the Guanlong soldiers. Today, except for the soldiers of the Sixteenth Guards, the rest of the Guanzhong disciples are not only unspeakable. Elite, even vulnerable.
Otherwise, it would not have resulted in the current embarrassing situation where the rebels have a strength advantage of several times or even ten times, and cannot shake the six rates of the East Palace...
Fang Jun was confident that he could lead his soldiers to fight back to Chang'an.
He saluted Li Ji again and said, "British sir, take care."
He turned around and strode away, and met up with his own soldiers outside the camp. They galloped all the way, followed the original path, followed the Luoshui River, and went straight to the ancient Shangyu Road.
Li Ji stood there and watched Fang Jun go away, with deep eyes, not knowing what he was thinking. When there was a noise behind him, he turned around and saw that it was Zhu Suiliang who poked his head out of the small tent, looked at him with his eyes facing each other, He nodded slightly, as if calling him over.
Li Ji walked outside the tent, took a deep breath, straightened his clothes, looked solemn, and then stepped in.
The cold wind blew the flags and fluttered fiercely. It could be seen that there was a small tent next to the Chinese army tent and the tent where the coffins were parked...