A few days later, in the early morning, the military training ground outside Bachuan Villa.
"Ban Wei Zheng!"
Accompanied by a roar, a sleepy-eyed young man of thirteen or fourteen years old, holding stone locks in both arms and wearing horse steps on his legs, was so frightened that he stood up straight.
With a straight face, Sun Aying raised the willow branch in his hand, slapped it on Ban Weizheng's thigh, and shouted: "Kneel forward, body straight, your strength is stored in the spring, and your energy is condensed in your Dantian. Don't do anything."
Cheating and cheating!"
Ban Weizheng held back his cry of pain and held on for dear life.
After a while, Sun Aying said "stop".
As if he had been granted amnesty, the class guard fell down and fell directly to the ground, sweating like rain.
Sun Aying walked to Ban Weizheng's side and said in a deep voice: "Remember, from the first day you entered the camp, you are no longer the scoundrel you were before, but a soldier."
Panting heavily, Ban Wei Zheng asked Sun Aying: "Leader of the team, I saw the soldiers who were on duty in the Yulin Guard in the wine shop. They spend their days drinking and drinking, but have they ever suffered like this?"
Sun Aying raised his chin and signaled the guards to stand up. Then he looked at him and said, "Please bear in mind what I will say next... The soldier is weak and the man has no ambition. The effective thing should be to climb the mountain in the daytime."
Watch the beacon fire, drink horses and cross the river at dusk. All day long, you only know how to linger in the prosperity. Over time, you will lose the most important ambition of the soldiers."
Seeing Ban Weizheng's confused face, Sun Aying sighed softly and asked: "Have you read the book I lent you a few days ago?"
Ban Weizheng was stunned and said with an unnatural expression: "Take a look."
Sun Aying said deliberately: "Since you said you have read it, I will give you a test."
Ban Weizheng was discouraged: "I didn't watch."
Sun Aying did not get angry, but just advised: "Not only must you exercise diligently, but you must also be literate and read."
The squad guard Zheng asked curiously: "Captain, to be a good soldier, you only need to be physically strong and have superb martial arts skills. Why do you need to study?"
Sun Aying: "Exercising your body can only help you survive on the battlefield, but literacy and reading can help you know why you go to the battlefield."
Seeing that Ban Weizheng was still puzzled, Sun Aying shook his head first, then looked up at the sky and said: "I will return to Bieyuan now, and then accompany the master's family to Chang'an. You will practice seriously in this, I
Someone will keep an eye on you, don't be lazy!"
After saying that, regardless of Ban Weizheng's complaints, Sun Aying loudly summoned his subordinates, ordered strict supervision, and finally left in a hurry.
On the same day, Zhou Jun rode horseback and went to Shangshu Province to deal with matters such as sending envoys, granting seals, and making records.
It was noon. After completing the formalities, Zhou Jun was not in a hurry to return to Bachuan. Instead, he went to the imperial prison in the Ministry of Punishment of Shangshu Province.
When it comes to imperial edicts and prisons, the Tang Dynasty was different from the Ming Dynasty.
When mentioning imperial edicts in the Ming Dynasty, most of them referred to Jinyiwei imperial edicts, also known as Jinyi Prison, which was administered by Beizhen Fusi.
In the Tang Dynasty, imperial prison was not a prison with an actual address. It was more similar to a metaphor in classical Chinese, specifically referring to a prison where criminals appointed by the emperor were imprisoned.
And Li Linfu was imprisoned in the Ministry of Punishment Prison.
After entering the Penal Department Prison, Zhou Jun walked towards the other courtyard inside the prison under the guidance of officials.
As soon as he walked to the courtyard gate, Zhou Jun smelled a strong medicinal smell that rushed into his nose.
After adjusting his breathing, Zhou Jun followed the steps and came to the entrance of the side hall.
This is the other courtyard of the imperial prison, which is no different from the small courtyard of ordinary people, except that there are extra prison doors and fences, as well as jailers and jailers.
Accompanied by the smiling faces of the officials, Zhou Jun did not want to be an exception and followed the usual procedures, checked his belongings, registered his time, and waited for the cell door to be opened.
The moment he stepped into the door, Zhou Jun suddenly recalled the day he first met Li Linfu.
It was the seventh day of the seventh lunar month in the third year of Tianbao's reign in the first year of his arrival in the Tang Dynasty.
Pingkangfang on Chinese Valentine's Day, the Zen room in the ancient temple.
Opening the curtain, Zhou Jun saw an old man in mysterious clothes sitting on a mat, as if he had expected that the former would come to see him.
Everything is just like before.
However, today's Li Linfu has a haggard appearance and a thin body. A gust of wind seems to blow him down. His whole body, except for his pair of deep-set and shining eyes, is still exactly the same as eight years ago. Zhou Jun turned his gaze from Li Linfu
He moved away and looked into the room. The surroundings were poorly furnished, the bed was dusty and dirty, and there were medicine jars and ceramic bowls on the table. The liquid in the medicine jars had already turned black and thickened, but the medicine in the ceramic bowls had not been touched at all.
"Zhou Erlang, I've been waiting for you for a long time."
Li Linfu's voice was hoarse and weak, and every word he spoke seemed to be using all his strength.
Zhou Jun found a bunch of mats, placed them in front of Li Linfu, sat down cross-legged, and said calmly: "Jun will leave Chang'an soon, and he wanted to see you before leaving."
Li Linfu said with a smile: "Zhou Lang is a talented person. Even if you are not involved in the imperial concubine, the saint will not tolerate you in his eyes, so he will naturally look for an opportunity to expel you."
Zhou Jun smiled and did not answer.
Li Linfu's laughter got louder and louder: "You and I fight, and both lose, but in the end we still get the advantage of that idiot named Yang!"
After laughing at the end, Li Linfu's throat became dry and he couldn't breathe. He held his chest and coughed violently.
Seeing this, Zhou Jun stood up from the mat, opened the curtain, and walked to the outer room.
Not long after, he came back with a glass of water in his hand.
Seeing Zhou Jun handing the water to him, Li Linfu was stunned on the spot, as if he had never expected that the other party would do this.
After hesitating for a moment, the latter took the water and drank it tremblingly. The coughing slowly stopped.
After Li Linfu calmed down his breathing, he looked at Zhou Jun and asked, "Why did Zhou Jun come to see me?"
Zhou Jun hesitated for a while and finally said: "Honestly, I don't know either."
Li Linfu was stunned at first, and then said with emotion: "In the third year of Tianbao, you and I met for the first time. Zhou Lang was born in a Nuya family. He didn't look like a philistine in his body, but he had a faint military spirit. From then on, I
I just can’t see through you. Eight years have passed, I’ve observed every detail of my actions and words, and I’ve thought hard about it, but in the end I still can’t see through you.”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! At this point, Li Linfu laughed self-deprecatingly: "I often boast that I know countless people, but in the end I am just deceiving myself."
When Zhou Jun heard this, he looked at Li Linfu and said, "I have a story here."
Li Linfu: "Story?"
Zhou Jun: "Once upon a time there were two countries, one was built on the left corner of a snail and was named Chushi; the other was built on the right corner of a snail and was named Manshi. The two countries often fought wars over territory.
Tens of thousands of people were killed and wounded at every turn, and blood flowed everywhere. The victor chased and fled the enemy, and it often took fifteen days to return home."
Li Linfu: ""Zhuangzi Zeyang"?"
Zhou Jun nodded lightly.
Li Linfu frowned: "Why do you tell me this story?"
Zhou Jun did not answer this question, but suddenly laughed.
Li Linfu frowned even more: "Why are you laughing?"
Zhou Jun still had a smile on his face: "I probably understand why I came to see you before leaving."
Li Linfu asked: "Why?"
From the first time he met Li Linfu, Zhou Jun had a demon in his heart, a demon named fear.
Li Linfu was wily and cunning, and had never met an opponent in history. Zhou Jun got along with him, and even before the confrontation, he felt timid.
But now, Zhou Jun suddenly had an epiphany.
When dealing with people and events in history, instead of being timid about the impact of the other party or the established consequences, it is better to step out of the original box and look at everything from a new perspective.
After figuring this out, Zhou Jun's inner demons were finally eliminated.
Seeing Zhou Jun getting up and planning to leave, Li Linfu said anxiously: "You haven't answered my question yet!"
Zhou Jun thought for a moment, then turned around and said, "Wang Duhu was framed by you and imprisoned. Jun once gave him a poem when he visited him. Today, in order not to appear to be favoring one over the other, Jun also gave a quatrain to Prime Minister Li."
Li Linfu paused.
Zhou Jun: "What's the point of fighting on the horns of a snail? This body is reflected in the light of the stone fire. Be happy with the rich and the poor. If you don't open your mouth to smile, you are an idiot."
After saying that, Zhou Jun turned around with a smile and left the room.