The drizzle was still falling outside the window, and the temperature was very low.
Qiao Shiwang was still working hard in the study in front of mountains of papers. He rubbed his hands and drank a sip of hot tea before his body became warmer. Although it is almost late autumn in Xizhou, it must have been snowing heavily in Guanzhong, right? No wonder the temperature is so high
Low……
There was muffled thunder from the horizon, and Qiao Shiwang frowned. Autumn thunder was not a good sign...
After receiving His Majesty's order to serve as the first Protector of Anxi, Qiao Shiwang was actually quite conflicted. He was not keen on power. In his opinion, being the governor of Tongzhou was enough.
Not low, not small in power, very satisfied.
This place in the Western Region is really too desolate. Even though Gaochang is full of oases, it can't compare to the prosperity of Guanzhong. Who would want to be an official in this barren mountain and wild land?
But after coming into contact with Fang Jun, and having an in-depth understanding of his strategic plan for the entire Western Region, Qiao Shiwang felt that he could no longer calm down.
No matter how indifferent to fame and fortune, a person cannot care about his own reputation and the achievements he will leave in the history books...
In Fang Jun's strategy, Qiao Shiwang saw the possibility of integrating the Western Regions!
Once this strategy is successfully implemented, in the future, the entire Western Region will be closely linked to the Tang Dynasty and become a vassal of the Tang Dynasty. Even if half of the ambitious people want to abandon the Tang Dynasty and join other forces
, and will eventually be submerged in the condemnation of the entire Western Region.
Because only the Tang Dynasty can bring wealth and vitality to the Western Regions. Once without the support of the Tang Dynasty, the value of grape wine will depreciate, wool will have nowhere to sell, and food will be extremely scarce... The entire Western Regions will become a dead land!
Turks?
Neither can we sell the grape wine at a higher price and achieve greater sales, nor can we spin countless wools into clothing and sell cloth. As for food, should the Turks kill their own horses to provide food for the entire Western Region?
It can be said that as long as grape wine and wool became popular in the Western Regions, the entire Western Regions would be tied to the Tang Dynasty's chariot, and they would not be able to get off even if they wanted to.
Sheep eat people?
Qiao Shiwang thought of Fang Jun's "metaphor", shook his head and smiled, it was so appropriate...
There were rapid footsteps outside the study, and then, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Qiao Shiwang frowned. He didn't have any airs, but this was where he handled official business. Who could be so unruly?
Unhappily, he turned his head and saw the old housekeeper who had followed him to the Western Region and barged in with a panic look on his face.
"What's the matter?" Qiao Shiwang asked in surprise.
This old butler has been with him for many years and is always the most stable person. Why is he so out of his mind today?
The old housekeeper was completely unaware of his gaffe, and said in a low voice and hastily: "The head of the family, Hou Wenxiao... is dead!"
"What?!"
Qiao Shiwang was shocked and stood up suddenly!
"Fang Jun killed him?"
His first thought was that Fang Jun had killed Hou Wenxiao...
"Uh... no, Hou Wenxiao died in Ju Wendou's mansion. It is said that Hou Wenxiao was a guest there at the time. As a result, there was a 'bang' and the entire main hall of Ju's mansion was blown up. There were stumps everywhere.
Broken arm, dead body without a complete body..." the old housekeeper explained.
Fang Jun? He has been gone for many days, how could he possibly kill Hou Wenxiao?
Besides, Hou Wenxiao's access is protected by a large number of guards, which is visible to everyone. Even if Fang Jun activates the Shenji Battalion to rush out, it is impossible to kill Hou Wenxiao without leaving any trace.
handle.
Qiao Shiwang was stunned: "A 'boom' sound?"
Then, he naturally remembered the muffled thunder just now.
Could it be... that it's the Sky-shaking Thunder?
But how did Fang Jun send someone to throw Zhentian Lei into the main hall of Ju Wendou's mansion?
Qiao Shiwang was puzzled, but in the blink of an eye, he was relieved.
Who cares how that damn Hou Wenxiao died?
As long as you die, everyone will be happy!
When this bastard arrived in Xizhou, he acted like he wanted to eliminate all Fang Jun's plans, which had already made Master Qiao extremely annoyed!
He still hopes to accomplish some earth-shattering feats in the Western Regions and leave a mark in the history books. Qiao Shi hopes that he can only get used to Hou Wenxiao!
A good death, a good death!
Qiao Shiwang couldn't help but smile. From now on, in Xizhou, no one will restrain him anymore...
*****
The rain is falling.
The climate outside the Great Wall is like this. When the sun comes out, it carries some scorching heat and hits some objects on the surface. Even the wind is hot; and when the autumn rain falls, the howling cold wind seems to want to bite the bones.
The chill blows into the seams of people's bones...
The rain was not heavy, and the roads were not muddy, but marching in such cold weather was a great test for the soldiers' bodies. The fatigue caused by the long journey made the body temperature very high, and the cold rain was aggravating it.
It is very easy to catch a cold if you get wet.
But Fang Jun likes the rain very much.
I looked up at the gray sky. The boundary between heaven and earth in the distance was already chaotic, and I couldn't distinguish each other. The continuous raindrops were drifting diagonally in the air.
After more than ten days of nervous marching, it was time to make a break...
On the bed of a flat dry river, Fang Jun ordered to set up camp. At the same time, he sent out the scouts who had been put away since the last attack that killed a large number of people, and closely monitored the surrounding area for several miles to ensure that there were no Turks.
People peek from one side.
This time the camp was different from the past. The soldiers first erected the tents one by one, and then began to dig shallow ditches on the riverbed sand within the camp...
When the whole military camp was in full swing, Duan Zan came back.
As soon as he stepped into Fang Jun's Chinese army tent, Duan Zan reported the completion of the mission in Gaochang City.
"As expected by the Marquis, Hou Wenxiao really couldn't wait to win over Ju Wendou. It's just a pity that Ju Wendou is afraid that he can't even sleep well now. The dignified Deputy Governor of the Anxi Protectorate is just like this in his presence.
He was killed by a bomb in the mansion. It is not easy for him to get rid of this pot!"
Duan Zan was extremely impressed by the wisdom of his superior.
After walking for several days, he was still able to get rid of Hou Wenxiao without anyone noticing, and even framed Ju Wen for a fight. This conspiracy was really scary...
Fang Jun raised his eyebrows: "No one suspects me?"
"Of course there is suspicion, but it is just a thought. In order to beware of the Hou Ye's revenge, Hou Wenxiao had dozens of guards around him all day long, and they were heavily guarded. Even in the main hall of Ju Wendou's mansion, there were more than a dozen
With a guard by his side, even if the Marquis has the power to penetrate the sky and penetrate the earth, he has no chance to take action. Who could have imagined that a thunderbolt equipped with a time-delay fuse could blow Hou Wenxiao into the sky?"
Duan Zan spoke easily.
Indeed, the idea of this "delayed fuse" is so wonderful. Who would have thought that the thunderbolt was actually inside the bronze incense burner and was detonated in a delayed manner by a piece of burning incense?
I'm afraid that even Hou Wenxiao himself doesn't know how he died...
Fang Jun nodded, not too proud.
In the final analysis, although no one can provide evidence for this matter, many people actually do not need evidence.
For example, His Majesty Li Er, or Hou Junji...
As long as you are sure in your heart that it was Fang Jun who did it, what evidence do you need?
But no matter what, this guy Hou Wenxiao must be killed, otherwise he will be too great a threat to the layout of the Western Regions. His Majesty Li Er will not punish himself without evidence, even if he has a clear conscience; as for Hou Junji, he has already
The only way to make a grudge is this one...
"You must be exhausted from the long chase, right? Let's go and have some rest. There won't be a fierce battle tonight..." Fang Jun said with a smile.
Although he said it was a "fierce battle," there was not much tension and solemnity in his expression.
Duan Zan had just caught up with the large army. He didn't know what happened to the large army today or his subordinates. He didn't ask any questions after hearing what was said. He performed military salutes and left the tent. For the past few days, he and his men and three cavalry had been chasing hard, and they arrived.
Now I have to stand on my legs because of long-term horseback riding. Although my stomach is so hungry, I still just want to go into that military tent and have a good sleep...
But what are the trenches all over the camp doing?