The arduous trek was exhausting, and Zhao Wen couldn't believe that he could actually walk on the mountain road so well. At the beginning, he was indeed exhausted. Gradually, he became more energetic as he walked, and felt more powerful as he walked.
When a Yue man followed Zhao Wen's advice and led his family to leave Lingnan and go to Han Dynasty, Zhao Wen wanted to cry, not with joy, but with an inexplicable sadness.
For more than two months, Zhao Wen had obviously lost weight. His body was wrapped in loose clothes, and he no longer looked as elegant and free as before. He was barefoot and without shoes, using a tree branch as tall as one person as his cane. He was wearing a gray cloth robe with a hood.
The hood was put on his head to cover his entire head. This is how Zhao Wen was dressed now. Of course, the loyal old servant was still following behind him leading the skinny horse. When he came down the mountain ridge, Su Ren had an illusion and almost shouted
Say the word "Gandalf".
Zhao Wen stretched out his hand to lift off the hood of his Baotou, revealing his thin face. He smiled at Su Ren and slowly raised his hands in salute. The movement was very slow, but it was so natural and filled with a sacred atmosphere: "Thank you Su Changshi for saving me several times."
From Wanyue people, Zhao Wen is so polite!"
Su Ren looked Zhao Wen up and down. After two months of absence, a person could really change so much. He walked around Zhao Wen and asked, "Doctor Zhao, what have you encountered in the past two months?"
Zhao Wen smiled slightly: "It's nothing more than raw silk."
Su Ren nodded. He knew what Zhao Wen had seen in the past two months. Those who were caught up in the war never had a good end. Only those who were extremely lucky and could be said to be favored by God would have such a bad ending.
Survive. Rivers of blood and corpses floating thousands of miles away are just adjectives. Only when you really see the mountains of corpses and the blood-red color all over the mountains and plains will you understand how cruel human beings are.
Su Ren also returned the courtesy to Zhao Wenggong respectfully: "Dr. Zhao, thank you for your hard work!"
Zhao Wen smiled: "I am no longer a doctor, and I don't dare to call you sir in front of Su Changshi. Just call me Lao Zhao."
"Hahaha, it seems that you have really seen through life and death and realized it. Okay, Lao Zhao, just Lao Zhao, this way you still look close."
Hot water was burning on the clay stove that had been prepared long ago. The water was already boiling and steaming. Su Ren picked up the kettle and poured the boiling hot water into the teapot. A faint aroma of tea slowly began to smell.
Float out.
Zhao Wen closed his eyes and felt the delicious taste of the tea: "Okay! I haven't smelled this for a long time. I drank it a few times in Kuaiji, and since then I have been thinking about when I can taste Su Changshi's tea again.
I didn’t expect that the wait would last two months. Things have changed and people have changed. If I drink it now, I don’t know if it will still have the same sweetness as before.”
Su Ren poured a cup for Zhao Wen, and also poured a cup for himself. He picked up the teacup and put it to his nose and sniffed: "The taste of the tea will not change. This is new tea, and the taste may be better. No matter what kind of tea, it is made first."
After bitterness comes sweetness, Lao Zhao will never be disappointed."
The two of them did not speak anymore and sat opposite each other, admiring the beauty of Nanling and sipping tea. Not far away, Huang Shisan squatted under a big tree, taking a nap while basking in the sun, but his right hand never left the hilt of his sword.
Zhao Wen's old servant followed the thin horse, letting the horse eat the grass on the roadside leisurely.
This is a good place. Opposite are the endless green mountains, shrouded in clouds and mist, as if there is a fairy spirit floating around. There is a small river at the foot of the mountain. The water is clear and the water for making tea is from the river. In front of you is a large grassland. We have arrived.
In late autumn, everything is still green, with only those unknown wild flowers dotting it, it’s really beautiful!
The quiet air carries the fragrance of grass and flowers. The chirping of birds comes from the woods and reaches far away, colliding in the valley and creating an echo. When one bird chirps, other birds will follow. It chirps a few times and suddenly flaps its wings.
He stood up, circled twice in the air, and flew along the ridge into the distance.
Huang Shisan suddenly opened his eyes and looked warily at the bushes in front of him. A small animal with a long nose and a furry body came out of it, looked around with two sneaky eyes, and immediately turned around and ran away.
The insects on the ground were startled and began to scurry around. Huang Shisan became lazy again, slowly sat down, and once again entered his own state of concentration.
Everything was beautiful, quiet, and peaceful. Su Ren wanted to play a piece of music, but unfortunately he didn't know the music. He also wanted to compose a poem. After thinking for a long time, he didn't think of a poem that could match the beautiful scenery. He only had the tea in his hand.
The fragrance is intoxicating.
The two of them just sat like this, facing the mountains and the woods. After drinking one cup, they drank another cup, until the pot of tea was gone. Zhao Wen sighed, stood up slowly, and bowed deeply to Su Ren: "
Thank you Su Changshi for the tea, and I say goodbye."
Su Ren smiled and nodded: "Have a safe trip, Old Zhao. I'll treat you to better tea when you come to Kuaiji someday."
"must!"
Without any unnecessary nonsense, Zhao Wen put on his hood again and walked towards the way he came with a cane. The old servant quickly grabbed the reins of the thin horse and followed Zhao Wen. No one said a word, so much
There was no need to say the words, as they would destroy the current scene. Looking at Zhao Wen's figure slowly disappearing into the woods, Su Ren shook his head and sighed, and told Huang Shisan to pack his things. It was time for them to go back.
Huang Shisan packed up the teapots and tea sets, put out the fire in the clay stove, put everything together, put it on his shoulders, and followed Su Renchao back. This place is not far from the Zheling Camp.
That's the mountain. When we returned to the camp, Ying Guangji, Li Danghu, Wei Qing, Jingji and others were waiting outside the camp gate. When they saw Su Ren from a distance, Ying Guangji was the first to run over.
"How is it? Zhao Wenke agreed?"
Su Ren smiled and said: "Why are you so concerned? Did you do something shameful when you were in South Vietnam? Who are you among the South Vietnamese?"
Ying Guangji frowned: "Speak of business, don't talk nonsense."
Li Danghu and Wei Qing also came around: "How? Do you need to raise troops?"
There are thousands of elite soldiers in the camp, all of whom have just been transferred back from various places. They are taking advantage of the time when Zhao Wen is lobbying to rest and reorganize. Once Zhao Wen fails to convince the Yue kings, they will continue to fight and strive to win in the shortest time.
Time has flattened Lingnan.
Su Ren nodded: "It's OK. Zhao Wen has agreed. Now we will wait for the news."
"I hope it's good news." Li Danghu let out a sigh of relief: "The Yue people have no choice but to surrender. This will eliminate the hidden danger in the south of our Han Dynasty!"
Wei Qing said: "No one can say what the outcome will be until the end. It's better to be cautious. I will go and train quickly so that if something goes wrong, I can deal with it in time."
Su Ren patted Wei Qing on the shoulder: "Brother Wei Qing is right. You can't relax until everything comes to an end. Brother Li also needs to send more people to mobilize the private camp to prevent Yue deserters from lurking in and becoming a danger to the Han Dynasty.
This is a critical moment, so we cannot take it lightly."
Li Danghu nodded solemnly.
Ying Guangji stood behind a few people, turning his head to look at the mountains in the distance, unwilling to take his eyes back for a long time. When the Qin Dynasty was at its strongest, the empire was so majestic. It reached the Great Wall in the north, the sea in the east, and stretched deep into the forest in the south.
It is located in a place with a plateau to the west. Such a huge land has become someone else's overnight. Now, this last piece of land also has the surname Liu, so how can he, a descendant of the Ying family, face it.
Jingji came over, looked at Ying Guangji, and followed Ying Guangji's eyes to the mountains: "Although the country is good, it is not as good as the people. If the people are forced too hard, the country will inevitably change hands. Su Ren is right, Xia Shang
Are the descendants of Zhou's generation willing to change hands? But they failed to hold on. No one is to blame but themselves."
Ying Guangji glared at Jingji: "Humph, don't forget your identity, it's not your turn to teach me a lesson!" He turned around and walked away angrily.
Zhao Wen walked slowly and leisurely. This was his experience in the past two months. Walking on the mountain road, if you walk too fast, you will quickly feel tired and may be in danger. You can only walk step by step steadily.
Well, it can not only ensure your own safety, but also save energy, allowing you to go further.
At the fork in the herringbone line, Zhao Wen turned directly onto the east side. The old servant immediately stepped forward and said, "Master, we are on the wrong track. We should go to the Black Wolf Tribe. We should go west."
Zhao Wen smiled and walked straight forward: "Yes, it's right here. We don't go to the Black Wolf Tribe. This time we go directly to the West King's City."
"Ah!" The old servant was shocked: "Why are you going to the King's City of Xi'an? We are South Vietnamese, and the King of Xi'an will..."
"We are no longer South Vietnamese." As he spoke, Zhao Wen raised his head to prevent the tears from flowing out. That day, when he left with his old servant without saying goodbye, he didn't care about his family at all. He Zhao Wen
Wen belongs to the royal family of South Vietnam. Although he is only a doctor, he has the same blood as South Vietnam King Zhao Hu. In Zhao Wen's heart, no matter how unbearable Zhao Hu is, he will not embarrass his family.
But Zhao Wen was wrong. Just one day later, Zhao Wen's entire family was executed, including his three-year-old child. From that day on, Zhao Wen was no longer a South Vietnamese, he was just
Yue Ren, an ordinary Yue Ren.
The old servant didn't say much, and frowned and asked: "Then, why are we going to Xi'an? I heard that Xi'an is almost defeated, and only the royal city is still struggling to support itself. The people of Xi'an are fleeing to death.
, there isn’t much left.”
"We are going to save them!"
"Save the King of Western Attack? Just the two of us?" The old servant was a little worried: "Since the master has such intention, why not let Su Changshi send some Han troops?"
Zhao Wendao said: "We will only have Han troops if we fail. If the King of Xi'an doesn't agree to surrender this time, Su Ren's Han army will appear in Lingnan again. I don't want that, so I'm going to Xi'an."
The old servant didn't understand at all: "Why?"
"That's what Su Ren said."
"Su Changshi? Just now? Why didn't you hear me?"
"Some things don't need to be said. This Su Ren is very interesting. If he doesn't die this time, I think I will become friends with him." (To be continued)