"Mr. Junshi is in the imperial territory and is an internal minister. In just a few years, he was promoted to the Huangmen cabinet. This is a miracle in the world. What is even more difficult is that Junshi relied on his true talent and learning. Many imperial edicts were recited by the old man.
Even now, I feel that my eloquence is so good that I admire you so much!"
Sima Guang smiled calmly and said: "Compared with the Huangmen cabinet ministers, Wansheng prefers to guard a state and a county. He is surrounded by court documents. His writings are full of people and corn. After handling official affairs carefully, he feels that his conscience is peaceful.
Then he would buy a pot of light wine in the Ye shop, one or two wild vegetables to accompany the wine, and a bowl of light rice to fill his stomach. He would read at night by candlelight and pursue the saint's subtle words and great righteousness. These were the days that Jun Shi yearned for.
Wouldn’t it be nice to have free time to talk to old farmers about mulberry and hemp, old women to talk about silkworms, and young kids to talk about saints?”
Yun Zheng laughed and said, "But I only suffered from Tianxiang's red sleeves!"
Zhang Fangping and Sima Guang burst into laughter. Zhang Fangping pointed at Yun Zheng and said, "As a general, can't I change your lazy temper?"
Sima Guang said with a smile: "Brother Yun has such a wonderful temperament. He is as agile as a fish under a lotus leaf, a willow in the wind and rain, or a bird in the white snow. Without these pictures, the picture would be a bit rigid."
Yun Zheng picked up the wine glass and had a drink with Sima Guang and said: "I used to think that you were also Mr. Dong Heng. You had a straight face in front of others and a straight face behind you. You always had a square face and walked only on the main road.
Even if it is urgent, you must take into account the etiquette of the scribes, and the wind and rain swords will not make any difference to you."
Sima Guang sighed and said: "A gentleman of integrity only needs to have his own groove in his chest, and his outer skin can just drift with the tide."
Zhang Fangping said with a smile: "Is there something beyond your power? Life is just like this. After the prosperity is gone, there will always be some vicissitudes left for us. Let's live. If one day you feel that you can't bear it, you might as well write down these resentments with a huge pen like a raft.
It will be a big article.”
Sima Guang put down the wine glass heavily and said: "I just feel a little sad to see His Majesty working hard to survive for the people of the Song Dynasty. As a minister, I can't replace my father. I also visited the famous mountains in Sichuan and saw Brother Yun's carefree life."
Life gave birth to some desire to stay away from the court and focus on the mountains and rivers."
Zhang Fangping laughed and said: "The mountains and rivers in central Sichuan that Junshi saw were real and the carefree clouds were fake. The tiger lying on the barren hill combing its feathers was just to prepare for the next fight. How could he ever calm down for a day? In the eyes of the tiger
There is only prey. He is lying withered in Doushaguan, but his eyes are fixed on Dali and Tubo, and he wants to tear off a piece of meat from them at any time. How can he be free and happy?'
Sima Guang saluted in unison and said: "General, I bravely conquered the three armies to build the city of our Great Song Dynasty. Over the years, I have conquered the east and the north to build a stable frontier for my Great Song Dynasty. I have long wanted to thank you for your hard work!"
Yun Zheng waved his hand and said with a smile: "Unlike Jun Shi, what you enjoy is the hard work of writing documents, but what I enjoy is the fighting on the battlefield!
How many times did Yun dream about it at midnight, looking at the bright moon in the corner of the painting, listening to the sounds of fighting, wishing that it would be dawn again and start fighting again! He just wanted to kill all the powerful enemies in the world, and only when he was tired and lying on the enemy's corpse could he sleep soundly."
Sima Guang raised his glass and toasted it to Yun Zheng: "Then it's settled. I'll handle trivial matters at Huangmen, and you'll expand the territory at the border. If you and I are still alive in twenty years, we might as well make a deal!"
Zhang Fangping said with emotion: "It takes twenty years to see a person clearly, which makes me sad. Twenty years from now, you will still be in your prime, but my bones will probably have turned into ashes..."
Taozi was not drunk, but it made Zhang Fangping feel drunk. He didn't know what he thought of. He staggered and prepared to leave with the support of the old servant. Before leaving, he cupped his hands and said: "I can't bear the power of wine. I'll take my leave now. Tomorrow Lord."
If you really go on a long trip, I won’t send you off. One more send-off means one more farewell. People are old and don’t like separation..."
Sima Guang saluted and said: "I dare not trouble the elders to see you off."
After the two sat back down, Sima Guang poured Yun Zheng a glass of wine and said: "When I went to the capital, even if it was twenty years of ups and downs, there would always be an ox cart dragging me around the countryside. Brother Yun twenty years later
The general will be the most powerful minister, where will he go from here?"
Yun Zheng smiled and said: "The ocean is wider than the earth, and the sky is wider than the ocean. My heart is enough to cover the sky. Yun Zheng is a tiger, and even a shark in the sea. After there is no prey on the earth, I will go
The hanging whale in the long sea. Without the giant whale in the long sea, I will plunge into the endless starry sky..."
Sima Guang cried and said: "It is indeed Brother Yun's character to be extremely heroic, but it is always sad for a man to fall to such a stage."
Yun Zheng Jiejie smiled and said: "Pang Ji and Han Qi underestimated me, Yun Zheng. My career as an official was purely an accident. They discovered the tiger's temperament. Why, now they are worried about the tiger's backlash? They also
Too mean.
Junshi, when you go back, tell Han Qi and ask him to watch with his eyes wide open. I am a tiger when I go up to the mountains, and I am a dragon when I go down to the sea. There are monarchs on the land, but there is no one in the sea. I can be the king on the land.
, can also become a legend in the sea.
You tell him not to go into the sea casually in the future, I will wait for him in the sea..."
After saying these words, Yun Zheng drank up the glass of wine and said goodbye. It was already the moon above the sky, and under the moonlight, there were few stars...
At dawn, Sima Guang left, and no one was alarmed. Only the old clan leader got up very early, ordered someone to open the village gate, and watched the high-ranking official from the capital leave quietly. The war horses soon walked up the mountainside.
, gradually annihilated by the light mist...
The grassland has reached the season of green grass again, and the cattle and sheep that were not seen last year have once again filled the grassland. Women and children wearing thick old sheepskins drove the huge herds of sheep across the hillside, like
A cloud spread over the hillside.
Some bones can still be seen in the green grass, but the Tubo people don't take it seriously. It's not uncommon to see the bones of dead people on the grassland. Some were killed by others, and some were left behind by the old and weak who were abandoned by the tribe...
Living is a luxury, especially for people like them. Regardless of whether the peace in front of them is real or not, at least they have cattle and sheep to graze.
Women hold their children and sit on the backs of yaks, moving with the movement of cattle and sheep. They are always passive, and cattle and sheep are the masters here.
Zhao Hao, a young member of the royal family, has now become a standard plateau cavalry. The wind blew across his dark face, and he was carefully distinguishing the countless information brought by the wind.
Langrig once said that if an excellent cavalry cannot read the wind, then it is not a qualified cavalry. On the grassland, only the wind is omnipresent. They will bring about everything that happened in the distance, and finally turn into something
A slight odor reached the cavalry's nose.
The wind today is very soft and a bit cold, but there is still some bloody smell mixed in the fresh air.
Zhao Hao waved his hand gently, and the fifty riders followed him and ran forward against the wind. He had no time to pay attention to the shouts of Danzhu's youngest son. He felt that something happened ahead.
This feeling needs to be cultivated. He cannot smell the air like Langrig and know there are wild wolves in front of him, but he can still smell the thin smell of blood.
The cavalry ran up a gentle slope for a cup of tea. There should be a large farm below the gentle slope, but at this time, the farm was as quiet as death.
Zhao Hao waved his hand, and a cavalryman raised the horn hanging under his neck and blew it. After three blasts, he led the cavalry in a skirmish line and slowly approached the farm with a crossbow.
No one came out of the farm, but the newly built threshing floor was miserable. Six Song people were tied to wooden stakes, with a wooden prong nailed to each of their chests. Blood flowed all over the ground under their feet. The blood had already
It solidified and turned black.
A cavalryman jumped off his horse and stomped on the blood on the ground with his feet. Then he looked at the body tied to the stake and turned to Zhao Hao: "General, he has been dead all night."
Zhao Hao looked at the quiet farmhouses again and ordered his subordinates to go and investigate. He used a spear to pull the dead man, looked at the face of the dead body carefully and said: "The dead person is the steward of Heyi Sheng's company, these guards
The leather armor on the body was stripped off. If there are no Tubo people in the farm, it is likely that the Tibetan serfs have rebelled. This is already the sixth murder case this year."
After inspecting the farm, a cavalryman smiled and said: "Another serf rebellion happened. Commander, we can only hunt down those serfs now. The serfs in Heyi Sheng are easy to recognize. They have fire marks on their faces. They can't hide it."
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Zhao Hao sighed and said: "Let it be up to fate. This kind of thing is unavoidable. Excessive oppression will always lead to this kind of thing. However, according to the laws of the Song Dynasty, these serfs are still dead.
There are no horses in Heyisheng Farm, so they can't go far. One night is not enough to escape this area, so we divided our troops into three groups to pursue them!"
Zhao Hao's arrangement was a bit redundant. After the Tubo serfs killed their masters, the only place they would go was the Snowy Mountains. This was the case for the first five killings reported. As long as the cavalry chased towards the Snowy Mountains, they could always be found. Zhao Hao
The troops were divided into three groups just to be sure.
The Snow Mountain is to the west. It looks very close, but in fact it is very far away. It takes three days of horse racing to reach it, so Zhao Hao thinks that those people can't escape at all.
Zhao Hao didn't know what was behind the Snowy Mountains, but those Tubo people liked to use it as their last refuge.
The terrain here is gentle, the rivers formed by the melting of the snow-capped mountains are all over the grasslands, and the land is fertile enough. It is the best farm land, so most of the farms are located here.
After the horses galloped for two hours, Zhao Hao saw a group of Tubo people trekking hard on the grassland. If the free Tubo people on the grassland did not have cattle or sheep around them, they must be runaway slaves.
The horn sound sounded again, and three cavalry groups in the same direction quickly chased the Tubo people. The Tubo people who discovered the traces of the cavalry became panicked. The strong Tubo people abandoned the old, weak, women and children, and jumped into the cold river.
, want to cross the river to escape. (To be continued)