Niu Jinda helped Cheng Yaojin put on the mountain armor, thought for a while, and asked in a low voice: "Do you want to make preparations in advance? Fang Er is now very powerful and favored in front of His Majesty. If he can be captured,
It can increase the weight of negotiations with King Jin."
Before the war started, capturing an old man in the army like Fang Jun and presenting him to the King of Jin was a heavy gift, which would definitely improve the conditions of the King of Jin.
Cheng Yaojin, while tying the silk ribbon, glanced at Niu Jinda with a half-smile but said, "That's very good. Then you can personally lead the troops to sneak up and capture Fang Er alive."
Niu Jinda also glanced at him and grinned: "Haha."
Cheng Yaojin cursed: "When did this old cow learn to play tricks on me? You still test me, bah! With your little brains, you can play fart, and you won't know how you died if you were played to death!"
Niu Jinda snorted and said: "For so many years, I have always followed your lead and obeyed your words. Even if it is a sword or a sea of fire, it is just your order and I have never disobeyed it. The same is true now, as long as you decide, I will not
Objection. But no matter what, we are all not human inside and out. If we cannot control it, we will be doomed. Therefore, there are some bottom lines that cannot be crossed, otherwise, there will be no turning back."
"Get the hell out of here! How can you teach me how to do things with your little mindedness? Just guard the camp for me and wait until I come back."
Cheng Yaojin cursed, picked up a sheathed horizontal knife and tied it under his ribs. He thought for a while and then said: "Don't worry, I know what can and cannot be done. You, Lao Niu, did it in your previous life."
Only if you do good deeds can you follow me in this life and enjoy the good life!"
He strode out of the camp, surrounded by hundreds of soldiers, and drove out of the camp at lightning speed, heading north.
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In the middle of the night, the autumn wind rustles, the half-green and half-yellow vegetation is stained with a layer of dew, the sky is filled with stars, and the crescent moon disappears.
The mountains and forests near Du Tomb in the north of the Shaoling Plain are lush. The remaining shrines and stone statues in the cemetery have long been damaged by wars and are hidden among trees and grass. The glory of the majestic man in the past has long declined.
There is another plain to the south from Du Ling, on which is the tomb of Empress Xu of Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty. It is slightly smaller than the Du Tomb of Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty, so it is called "Shaoling". This piece of land is therefore called Shaoling Plain.
From Duling to the north is Fengqiyuan.
Fang Jun found a tattered wall among the weeds. The rammed earth had collapsed, leaving only a few broken green bricks. He sat on it, took the wine bag from the soldier, unscrewed the stopper, and poured it into the house.
Du Ling raised his wine bag to greet the emperor under the tomb, then raised his head and took a sip.
Stars filled the sky, and the trees and weeds around us rustled softly in the autumn wind. Not far away, the soil covering Du Ling was piled high. The imperial hegemony of a generation of emperors was finally buried under the thick soil, and decayed with the vegetation.
Only the elegance of China condensed by the blood of China that has been flowing for thousands of years can remain new and keep pace with the times through the vicissitudes of life under the stars and moon.
When culture becomes belief, it can be immortal.
One hundred years of life and one autumn of grass and trees. Isn’t it just a foolish dream to dream of becoming a god and immortal forever?
When Cheng Yaojin came with dozens of soldiers on horseback, he saw Fang Jun, who was dressed in mountain armor, sitting on Du Ling's shrine submerged in vegetation, taking a sip of wine, looking at the sky, and then taking another sip.
Drink and take a look at the emperor's tomb not far away.
The autumn wind rustled the grass and trees, and the desolate mausoleum stood under the night sky. The young man sat on a stone that was left after the collapse of the mythical beast. He actually felt a sense of sadness, tranquility, and deep and distant desolation...
When Cheng Yaojin approached, Fang Jun's soldiers were already waiting in formation, with crossbows strung and muskets raised, and they were watching with eager eyes. If Cheng Yaojin or his soldiers made the slightest move, they would immediately counterattack.
Fang Jun waved his hand and asked the soldiers to put down their weapons and withdraw twenty steps away.
Cheng Yaojin also raised his palms and ordered his soldiers to stop. He continued to ride forward and came to Fang Jun before turning over and dismounting. He tied the reins to a tree trunk, raised his feet and came to Fang Jun, taking the throw away from Fang Jun.
When the wine bag came over, he raised his head and moved the wine bag a few inches away from his mouth. The wine poured into his mouth and he took several big gulps.
Then he coughed violently, "cough cough cough", his black and purple face was flushed, and he bent over and almost coughed out his lungs...
Fang Jun looked at Cheng Yaojin's embarrassed look and said "hehehe" and smiled happily.
Cheng Yaojin finally regained his breath, threw the wine bag back to Fang Jun, and cursed: "Mother! You are such a naughty little brat, and you don't even give a warning about the strongest wine in the Fang family? What if I'm taken down at this time?
If you choke to death, you are in big trouble!"
With that said, he came to Fang Jun's side, found a stone in the grass, lifted up the hem of his armor and stomach, and sat down with a strong sword.
Fang Jun took the wine bag, clicked his tongue, and said, "If I can eliminate harm to the country and eliminate you, the biggest potential threat to the imperial court, not only will I be out of trouble, but your majesty may be able to bestow a prince upon your wishes, do you believe it?"
"
"Bah! I have been fighting with Emperor Taizong all my life. I have been covered with wounds through fire and wind. I have made great achievements and been loyal. How can you juniors call me loyal and traitorous? They are a bunch of yellow-tongued brats who have no shame."
Cheng Yaojin naturally refused to be at a disadvantage and immediately retorted.
Fang Jun took a sip of wine, wiped the wine stains from the corner of his mouth, shook his head and said: "It's useless to rely on the old and sell the old. Life and death are the eternal rules of the universe. Some things must be eliminated when they get old and replaced with vitality.
To replace it with a more powerful one, the power and status of the imperial court only have so much power. You think you have a rare commodity and you can profit from it, but you don’t know how many people are waiting for you to rebel and attach themselves to the rebels in their dreams.
Instead, it is inevitable that people will lose their temper when they grow old, but it is really unusual for them to become like you."
After saying that, he looked at Cheng Yaojin's ugly face and asked curiously: "Has Duke Lu been ill these days, had he suffered from a stroke, or was his thoughts stagnant and his mind wandering? It's like there's a muscle missing in his brain."
"Get the fuck out of here!"
Cheng Yaojin was very angry and said angrily: "I'm very sober. Don't think that your aggressive tactics can make me change my mind. Your interests are with His Majesty, so you must support him no matter where you are."
Your Majesty, but I am different. With my meritorious service and prestige and the tens of thousands of men under my command, others must bring the benefits to me and beg me to take them!"
Since neither His Majesty nor the King of Jin dare to do anything to him, why doesn't he just go with the flow and gain more benefits? As long as he does not clearly support one and oppose another, then no matter how the situation develops, he will sit firmly on the Diaoyutai, unshakable.
Fang Jun threw the wine bag to Cheng Yaojin and asked: "Then why did you come to the meeting? I am a die-hard loyalist to His Majesty. If the news of our meeting tonight reaches the ears of King Jin, I am afraid it will be detrimental to your negotiations."
Cheng Yaojin took a sip of wine and asked instead: "In the past, you loved to wear Mingguang armor, so why did you change to mountain armor today?"
"That thing is shining white like an arrow target. I'm afraid that Duke Lu will ambush his army here. If you give the order to fire thousands of arrows, won't I be shot into a porcupine?"
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Cheng Yaojin took another sip of wine, clicked his tongue, and said displeased: "You don't even have the most basic trust?"
He has always been very optimistic about Fang Jun, and the two sides have been happy to cooperate with each other in many fields. And no matter who secures the throne in the future, Fang Jun is a force that cannot be ignored. He has never thought of collaborating with Fang Jun.
Jun is the enemy.
But now, it seems that there are cracks in the "friendship".
Just because he did not clearly support His Majesty?
Fang Jun sighed, stood up, looked at Du Ling under the vast night, and said leisurely: "Where is the imperial hegemony now? It is more than a drunken world. Even the great achievements of the emperor can be reduced to dust under the passage of time.
What do the little benefits that you and I pursue tirelessly count for? A few years later, you and I will die together with the grass and trees, so what is the meaning of everything we have now?"
He turned back and looked at Cheng Yaojin with an unprecedented sincerity in his eyes: "As long as a person lives, the grass and trees will fall, and you and I can be regarded as heroes of the moment. We should always seek something that can remain immortal after death.
."
Cheng Yaojin was silent for a long time and asked: "What are you referring to? Assisting a generation of wise men on the left and becoming a famous minister for a lifetime?"
Fang Jun shook his head, stepped forward and took the wine bag from Cheng Yaojin's hand, took a sip, and said with burning eyes: "The rise and fall of dynasties, the change of imperial power, in this eternal universe, it is just a blink of an eye, what does it matter? We should
What we do is to leave something in the Chinese bloodline that will never be cut off, so that it can be passed down through the ages as the bloodline multiplies. Even thousands or thousands of years later, there will still be traces of us in the bloodline of future generations."
"Uncle Shi, you might as well stand higher and take a longer view. We are enjoying the glory and wealth brought by the empire, and we should have some thoughts about our family and country."
Cheng Yaojin was silent for a long time.
He knew what Fang Jun's ambition was and what Fang Jun wanted to do. In the past, he felt that those things were too far away, too illusory, and could not give people a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment without the tangible benefits.
But now, under the starry sky, looking at the deserted emperor's tomb in the distance, he suddenly felt a little moved.
Of course, it was only a slight movement, and it returned to its original state immediately...
He took back the wine bag from Fang Jun, took a sip, and said, "Tell me, what are the conditions offered by His Majesty?"
Fang Jun said: "The Duke of Liang is the Protector of Anxi. He is hereditary and will not be replaced."
Compared with the "Prince of Qi" and a series of conditions offered by the King of Jin, the emperor's price was very different, but Cheng Yaojin's expression was unprecedentedly solemn.
After thinking about it carefully, he muttered: "I want to think about it."
Fang Jun nodded: "This is natural, but I would like to advise you that it is best to make a decision as soon as possible, because... King Jin will not be able to dance for a few days."
Cheng Yaojin was startled, and his eyes widened like bells: "What do you mean by that?"
Fang Jun said with a smile: "Those who are on the right path will get many help, and those who are wrong will have little help. When there is little help, they will be with relatives. When there is much help, the world will obey them. If the world is obeyed, attack the neighbors of relatives, so
A gentleman will win if he doesn't fight. Mencius understood this a thousand years ago, but you don't understand it?"
Cheng Yaojin said angrily: "Fart! Now the one who is 'relative' is Your Majesty, and the one who is 'submissive to the world' is the King of Jin. Therefore, if the King of Jin attacks Your Majesty, he will win!"
Fang Jun didn't say much, and only said: "Don't let appearances blind your wise eyes. You might as well go back and think about it carefully. I'll wait for your news."
After saying that, he walked to his horse, untied the reins, jumped on the horse, and shouted: "Drive!"
The war horse let go of its hooves and galloped on the deserted road, and the soldiers followed his back and flew away.
The sound of horse hooves echoed around the deserted imperial mausoleum. Cheng Yaojin stood on the spot with a gloomy look on his face.