In a blink of an eye, the Mid-Autumn Festival is here.
The Tang army still garrisoned in Cixi and maintained pressure on Luoyang.
After half a month of hell-like training by the 'martial arts idiot' Li Daoxuan, Xia Yu's skin became darker and stronger.
Now, not only his strength has greatly increased, but his riding skills have also improved greatly.
Such progress made Li Daoxuan marvel at him and praised him for his talent in martial arts. Unfortunately, it was too late to enter the industry.
This morning, Xia Yu had just been ravaged by Li Daoxuan, and was sitting and taking a rest while dripping with sweat.
At this time, after half a month of painful adaptation, he gradually got used to this inhuman intensity, or rather, being young was good.
"Say, Lord," Xia Yu said with a look of despair, "When can we practice fists, kicks and weapons?"
"I work hard every day and practice riding skills. It makes people crazy. Why can't I change my taste?"
"Why are you so anxious!?" Li Daoxuan looked disgusted: "You haven't learned how to walk yet, and you want to run away!? Now I give you a knife, can you move it!?"
Xia Yu: "..." You slandered me, you insulted me!
Suddenly, several scribes in royal robes walked past in the distance, and the leader was Zhang Anan.
He was a little strange, so he turned to Li Daoxuan and asked: "Your Highness, these people are a bit unfamiliar. Are they newly transferred from Chang'an to help?"
"I don't know." Li Daoxuan shrugged indifferently. He only liked fighting and had no interest in anything else.
"Military advisor, I know." At this moment, a loud voice sounded beside him. Xia Yu turned her head and saw that it was Cheng Yaojin.
"It turns out to be General Cheng, sit down quickly."
Cheng Yaojin sat down on the futon next to Xia Yu and laughed in a low voice: "Military advisor, these people are all messengers."
"messenger?"
"That's right. The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty are pressing down on the territory, and Wang Shichong can't retreat. Many people under the pseudo-Zheng have different intentions, you know."
Cheng Yaojin gave him a look that said, "You'll realize it yourself."
Xia Yu was happy: "It seems that Wang Shichong is unpopular. The battle hasn't even started yet, but some trees have fallen and the hozens have dispersed."
"No. Otherwise, I, Old Cheng, would not have defected to His Highness." Cheng Yaojin also looked contemptuous.
Xia Yu suddenly remembered: "Yes, you and General Qin both served under Wang Shichong. Why couldn't you stay there?"
General Cheng looked angrily: "This person is nepotistic. He only believes in the Wang family's children and some flatterers. Those who are really capable will stay aside. He is also mean and unkind and has no faith. My second brother and I feel that we have nothing to do with such a person.
The future is bright, so we ran away together."
Xia Yu was very happy and patted Cheng Yaojin on the shoulder: "You are right, His Highness the King of Qin is the wise master."
"That's right, I, old Cheng, have a very poisonous pair of photos." Cheng Yaojin looked proud and took out something from his arms. It was a big mouthful, crunchy and crunchy.
"Cucumber!?" Xia Yu's eyes lit up: "Where did it come from?"
What Cheng Yaojin gnawed turned out to be a large, juicy and tender cucumber, which immediately made Xia Yu salivate.
You know, the soldiers in the army were either dried meat, pickles, or soybeans, all of which were easy to preserve, not to mention the taste.
If you want to eat some fresh meat, vegetables and fruits, you can only buy them nearby.
But the problem is that once a war breaks out, the people nearby often run away. Even if you have money, you often have nowhere to buy it.
"Hehe!" Cheng Yaojin smiled proudly: "I went out for a walk in the morning and met a family who was brave enough not to run away, so I bought some."
"This cucumber is crunchy and crunchy. Would you like one, military advisor?"
"What else?" Xia Yu was overjoyed.
"Of course." Cheng Yaojin took out another stick from his arms, showing off.
Just as Xia Yu was about to take it to satisfy her craving, there was a person on the side who had quick hands and quick eyes and grabbed the cucumber and took a big bite.
"Well, it's so beautiful!" It was Li Daoxuan, and he was beaming with joy.
Cheng Yaojin: "..."
Xia Yu: "..."
Well, be thick-skinned and eat enough. The little prince understands this principle well.
"What do you two look like? Isn't that a cucumber?" Li Daoxuan said plausibly: "When I get back to Chang'an, I will give you a car."
A gift for you, uncle! Cheng Yaojin and Xia Yu rolled their eyes: After returning to Chang'an, who would still care about this thing!
But the thing got into the dog's mouth and couldn't be pulled out. Xia Yu had no choice but to look at Cheng Yaojin: "General Cheng, are there any more?"
"I just bought three." Cheng Yaojin took out the last one with a pained look on his face.
Xia Yu grabbed it and took a big bite of it, happily saying: "Refreshing! I'm tired of eating meat every day."
At this moment, King Qin's bodyguard passed by on horseback and shouted an order:
"His Royal Highness the King of Qin has an order: Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the three armies will be rewarded. There will be enough food and wine in the evening. Everyone will open their bellies, and it will be a good time."
Suddenly, there was thunderous cheers everywhere.
In the military camp, the rules are strict and usually very repressive. Only during important festivals and victories, when the three armies are rewarded, can everyone be wild and unruly.
"Haha!" Cheng Yaojin slapped his thigh happily: "I haven't smelled the smell of alcohol for more than half a month, but I'm so greedy for it. I have to drink to my heart's content tonight."
"Yes, yes, Gu Ye is suffocated to death." Li Daoxuan also said happily: "Commander, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, so we will not practice and wait to drink."
"Okay, okay." Xia Yu was also happy: Damn, I can finally rest again. No other donkey has to work so hard like me.
…
In the afternoon, the vast military camp became lively.
The logistics team slaughtered pigs and sheep, and brought out jars of fine wine. A feast for nearly 100,000 people required astronomical amounts of supplies.
The whole camp is eagerly looking forward to the arrival of night.
At night, the Mid-Autumn Festival begins.
In the vast Tang camp, countless soldiers of the Tang army gathered around the bonfire, drinking wine, eating meat, making fists and making noises. It was really lively.
The handsome tent was also crowded with people.
As the commander-in-chief, Li Shimin would of course have to entertain a number of civil servants and generals to show his joy with the people.
Xia Yu sat in the banquet and looked at the tables in front of her.
Good guy, in addition to the large altar of fine wine, there are also venison, mutton, fresh fish, fruits, and vegetables. It's really surprisingly rich.
The military's logisticians probably tried their best to get this reward.
"Dear ministers," Li Shimin said enthusiastically, "Since the dispatch of troops, we have not had a decent gathering. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, and I will have fun with all the ministers. Come, everyone is full, and you will not come back unless you are drunk tonight."
"Okay." There was a sound of ghosts crying and wolves howling, and everyone poured their own drinks.
Xia Yu also poured herself a bowl. When the wine was poured out, it turned out to be light green, with a layer of fine foam floating on it.
"Your Highness, this wine?" Xia Yu was stunned, what the hell is this green thing? Does it look like a drink?
"Never drank it before, military advisor?" Li Shimin smiled: "This wine is the world-famous Xinfeng Green Ant Wine, one of my tribute wines from the Tang Dynasty."
Xinfeng Green Ant Wine!?
Of course Xia Yu had heard of it, but he just didn't expect that ancient wine actually looked like this, completely different from modern liquor.
Suddenly, his mind moved, and he blurted out: "Green ants' newly fermented wine, small red clay stove. It's snowing in the evening, so I can drink a glass without any trouble."
There was a moment of silence in the tent.
Xia Yu felt something was wrong. When he looked up, he saw everyone staring at him in shock. He couldn't help but asked in shock: "Uh, what's going on, everyone?"
Could it be that there is something wrong with him?
"Snapped!"
“What a poem!”
Suddenly, Li Shimin excitedly clapped his hands on the table: "The military advisor is really talented. He can blurt it out better than Cao Zhi who can write a poem in seven steps."
"Yes, if you have both good wine and good friends, life is enough." Feng Deyi also smiled and agreed: "The poem of Military Advisor has a very beautiful artistic conception!"
For a time, everyone also agreed and praised him overwhelmingly.
Xia Yu suddenly realized.
How could he forget that the Tang Dynasty was an era of poetry, a dynasty of poetry, and an outstanding poet was an idol worshiped by the whole people.
Li Bai, the immortal poet, and Du Fu, the sage of poetry, both enjoyed great fame in this era.
"Where, where, just a few random words." Xia Yu was a little embarrassed, he was now a palindrome copywriter.
"The military advisor is so humble!" Cheng Yaojin yelled again with a loud voice: "I, an old man, find this poem very wonderful, so what is it called? Yes, it's refreshing."
When Fang Xuanling heard this, he couldn't help but laugh and said: "General Cheng can actually use idioms. It's really gratifying."
"Hahaha!" The tent burst into laughter, especially a group of literati, who laughed the loudest.
Cheng Yaojin is a rough guy, his fingers are thicker than carrots, and he usually can't write a basket of big words. It's really strange that he can use idioms today.
Old Cheng Yaojin's face turned red and he said angrily: "I am a warrior, why do I need so much knowledge? In my opinion, the more knowledge, the more insightful. Hey, this is not a good thing."
Good fellow, these words, armed with a gun and a stick, have harmed all the literati.
Throughout the dynasties, few civil servants and generals could urinate into a pot.
"Cheng Yaojin, you are a common man, who are you harming?"
"That's right, summer insects can't talk about ice, it's vulgar!"
At this time, all the civil servants got angry and opened fire on Cheng Yaojin.
None of the generals helped, they were all watching the show happily, obviously not wanting to get involved in this mess.
Cheng Yaojin was so angry that he glared and said with anger: "Hey, you want to bite someone? Come on, come on, don't rely on your words and have a bird in your crotch, just come and fight with someone for three hundred rounds." !”
"Bah, vulgar, who has the same knowledge as you." The civil servants' arrogance froze: Damn, who is stupid, fighting with a general like you, aren't you asking for trouble!?
Seeing Cheng Yaojin fighting against all the civil servants without losing any of them, Xia Yu was shocked: Damn, what a talker, what a bastard!
