The Chinese army's camp is in charge of the prison.
Li Guangbi, dressed in prison uniform, sat cross-legged in his cell, looking at the mottled walls, lost in memories.
There were footsteps in the corridor outside the door, accompanied by faint human voices.
When the cell door opened, a deep voice sounded from behind Li Guangbi: "Everyone, get out."
The jailers and officials sang "Nai" and retreated one after another.
Li Guangbi had already guessed the identity of the visitor and said without looking back: "If the commander-in-chief doesn't go to the celebration banquet, why does he come to see me, a guilty person?"
Ge Shuhan put the food and wine on the table and said, "Don't say anything else. Come and have a drink."
Hearing the word "wine", Li Guangbi turned around, picked up the pot on the ground, put it under his nose and smelled it, and said in surprise: "Is it really wine?"
Then, Li Guangbi looked at Ge Shuhan and said with a smile: "Could this meal of food and wine be Guangbi's beheading feast?"
Ge Shuhan ignored Li Guangbi and picked up a piece of sheep roast, ignoring the dripping fat, and stuffed it directly into his mouth.
Seeing this, the latter didn't ask any more questions, and drank heavily while eating the food.
The two of them finished the meal in silence without saying a word.
When Ge Shuhan was full of wine and food, the first thing he asked Li Guangbi was only four words: "Have you ever regretted it?"
The latter wiped his mouth with his sleeves and answered with only two words: "No regrets."
Ge Shuhan nodded and said: "In the past few days, many generals in the army have been interceding for you. Even Sun Jianjun came to me and said that the Li family in Liucheng was very involved and asked me to act with caution."
Li Guangbi smiled bitterly after hearing this: "In the end, I still ruined my family's fortune."
Ge Shuhan: "As for your disposition, the military has written a memorial and sent it to the court. Tomorrow, I will sign the handwritten letter and send a group of soldiers to take you to Chang'an in a prison car."
When Li Guangbi heard this, he remembered something and said quickly: "The more than two hundred Tang soldiers who returned with Guangbi are loyal to the Tang Dynasty, and they also invited Marshal Geshu..."
Ge Shuhan stared at Li Guangbi and shook his head slightly.
Li Guangbi opened his eyes wide and said anxiously: "Those Tang soldiers would rather die than disobey, they are really loyal people!"
Ge Shuhan said solemnly: "They must die."
Li Guangbi wanted to persuade him again.
Ge Shuhan repeated again: "I have said that they must die."
Li Guangbi looked up to the sky and sighed.
Ge Shuhan: "This is their choice and has nothing to do with anyone else."
Li Guangbi looked sad, closed his eyes and said nothing. For a moment, there was a long silence in the cell.
Ge Shuhan looked at Li Guangbi and said quietly: "Han knows in his heart that you will accuse me of being callous and ruthless, not caring about the life and death of soldiers, only caring about personal promotion."
Li Guangbi turned his head to one side, but he acquiesced to Ge Shuhan's statement.
Ge Shuhan sighed slightly and continued: "In the battle of Shibao City, a certain person wrote in the military report that there were 100,000 herd soldiers, most of whom were killed or injured, and only more than 400 Tibetan defenders of Shibao City were captured.
Tens of thousands of people died in battle in exchange for 400 prisoners. No matter what dynasty or era this record was placed in, the commander would be dismissed from his post and investigated, or thrown into death row. But when this military report was sent to Chang'an, the court not only did not
Instead of blaming me, they preached loudly and awarded me a reward. Do you know why?"
Li Guangbi turned his head and looked at Ge Shuhan.
The latter continued: "On the surface, I captured Shibao City for the imperial court. In fact, my greatest achievement was to weaken the Northern Fan for the imperial court."
After Ge Shuhan said these words, he pressed his slightly trembling right hand with his left hand and said to Li Guangbi: "Wang Duhu was framed back then and before he was wrongfully imprisoned, he valued you and me the most. This is a gift of knowing someone.
In the battle of Shibao City, the three thousand partial troops were the only thing I could do for Beifan. As for what my colleagues in the past thought of me and how the history books of later generations commented on me, I don’t care. Even because of the battle of Shibao City,
It doesn't matter if it brings a little notoriety to Han's back."
After saying that, Ge Shuhan stood up and left the prison.
At the same time, Lishan.
The Huaqing Palace is built on the back of a mountain and facing the Wei River, leaning against the Li Peak Mountain. It is large in scale and has magnificent buildings, with towers and pavilions all over the Li Mountain.
It was the golden autumn of October, and the chamberlains and maids dyed thousands of fine silks in different colors, unfolded them and surrounded the corridors and buildings of the palace, wrapping the entire Huaqing Palace in silk.
The hot steam rising from the warm water in Huaqing Pool floats along the silk and corridors, without being blown away by the mountain wind, making the entire Huaqing Palace like a fairyland above the nine heavens.
Li Longji, Yang Yuhuan, and Yang Jiaxungui traveled to Lishan Mountain.
In the Feixia Palace, Li Longji saw that the palace was filled with white mist, like the fairy land of Langhuan. He couldn't help but sigh: "Yang Jialang is really thoughtful. The heat of this warm soup can actually condense and not dissipate, and there is still a faint fragrance. I don't know how.
Arrived?"
Yang Zhao bowed and said: "Sage, the hot springs in the Huaqing Palace are connected by water channels. Crushed ice is continuously added to the water channels. When passing through the hot springs, the concentration of the mist can be greatly increased. Then the spring pool and the spring pool are wrapped with silk and satin.
The corridor can condense the mist without dissipating. Take hundreds of precious herbs and spices, refine them and place them in a plate, and then float them above hundreds of springs. The medicinal fragrance will be steamed out to protect the body from the cold and strengthen it. "
Li Longji smiled and said: "Okay, I love you for your thoughtfulness, and I like it very much."
Yang Zhao was delighted when he heard this and bowed out of the hall.
Not long after Yang Zhao left, Yang Yuhuan, wearing a thin veil and a fairy figure, walked into the palace and said to Li Longji: "Sanlang, the scenery of Lishan Mountain is pleasant, and the hot springs can remove evil spirits and cure illnesses, but don't miss your mother's important event."
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Li Longji was stunned for a moment, and then said: "The Ministry of Rites is drafting documents, and the Taifu is also arranging Zongzheng. When he returns to Chang'an this time, he will announce the matter to the world."
Yang Yuhuan's tone slowed down: "My mother-in-law is very enthusiastic. It's not easy to fall in love with someone. It's really a destiny that is destined for her."
Li Longji pondered for a moment and said: "Zhou Jun was not born well, and Du Meiren complained a lot, but fortunately it was not a serious problem. But when I came to Lishan Mountain, I originally wanted to place the princess palace in Gongrenfang, and my mother-in-law would not be able to live or die.
I wish I had to move to Bachuan."
Yang Yuhuan: "Bachuan?"
After thinking about it carefully, Yang Yuhuan understood and said with a smile: "She is used to living in Bachuan, and it is quite lively there, so naturally she doesn't want to stay in Chang'anfang anymore."
Li Longji not only loved the opinionated Princess Wanchun, but also had a headache. After weighing it, he said to Yang Yuhuan: "Forget it, if she wants to go to Bachuan, let her go. At the beginning, Jiazhou, Xizhou,
Since Xiezhou was given to Pang Zhonghe, the Princess Mansion will naturally not lose its momentum. I plan to grant all the places such as Bachuan, Dongwei, Hutian, Xiqi, etc. to Nan Niang."
Yang Yuhuan nodded and asked, "When is the wedding date approximately?"
Li Longji: "Next year spring will be warm and the flowers will bloom. I will choose an auspicious day and let the Ministry of Rites follow the etiquette."