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Chapter 823

Languan has become a ruin.

Supported by others, Wu Qian walked slowly through the ruins, raised his finger to point to several places, and arranged for the people to dig ditches and build fortifications, just in case they were defeated and the Mongolian army came back.

Ordinary soldiers only see that they are about to win, and they don't think about other changes in the situation.

But Wu Qian has been a prime minister of a country, and he has to consider all aspects when doing things.Others only do one thing, and he may have to make ten preparations.

Walking around in the scorched rubble field, the old man was exhausted, so he sat down on a big rock with his crutches.

Someone rushed here, and it was his third son Wu Ding.

Wu Qian had four sons. The eldest son and the second son Jinshi Jidi were officials in the Song court; the fourth son Wu Shi died in battle;

It is said that he will not become an official, but in the situation in Guanzhong, since Wu Ding has come, how can he be free?

"Father." Wu Ding is also over [-] years old. After finally climbing into the ruins of Languan, seeing Wu Qian's haggard face, he hurriedly said with concern: "Father, this is..."

Wu Qian raised his hand slightly, signaling to stop gossiping, and asked, "How is the situation in Guanzhong?"

He is not the general guarding the Wuguan road, but is in charge of the entire Guanzhong logistics.

These days he has left behind his duties to come to Languan, so he is of course worried and worried about the situation in Guanzhong.

Before Wu Ding could answer, Wu Qian immediately asked again: "Did Yang Xi'an scold me for taking away Chang'an's defenders and artillery?"

What Wu Qian was afraid of was not being scolded by Yang Guo.

The reason why the artillery stays in Chang'an is not only that the enemy soldiers will come to Chang'an after the blue pass is broken, but also that the enemy soldiers may attack from other places.

What Wu Qian was afraid of was that Chang'an would fall because he transferred the defenders' artillery.

Fortunately, Wu Ding responded immediately: "Father, don't worry, Chang'an is safe for the time being, it's just..."

"Say it."

"Mr. Lian sent a message to remind us to be on guard against the west, saying that there will be a big battle in Longxi in the near future. Mr. Yang urgently asked his father to transfer the artillery and troops back, otherwise the people of Chang'an will be in chaos."

Wu Qian was terrified, thinking in his heart that he was lucky this time, if he was a step late to defeat the enemy, it would be too late.

He was covered in cold sweat from shock, but his face was still calm, and he said: "Okay, when the soldiers and horses come back, I will immediately teach the boys to go back to defend Chang'an."

At this point, Wu Qian thought that he had explained that Wu Ze would return to his teacher immediately before chasing him to Shangzhou, but there was no movement at this time, so he was worried again.

Until the evening, some fast horses hurried back to Languan.

"Good news! Good news! Our army joined forces with the loyal army in Shangzhou to attack the Mongolian captives, a big victory, a big victory!"

"..."

After listening to the battle report, Wu Qian laughed, but then wiped his tears with his sleeves, and he was very emotional with Wu Ding.

"The younger generation is a great thief, the younger generation is a great thief... Xie Anshi is generous, he heard the news, and his behavior is not different from the usual. It is ridiculous that I am short-sighted and happy. I still dare to say that Xie Anshi has not done enough, laugh at me for speaking out loud."

"Father is not ashamed. Looking at the world, besides father, who else is comparable to Xie Gong?"

"It's too difficult to win, how can you not look happy?" Wu Qian murmured to himself, tears streaming down his face.

He also wanted to arrange to return to the teacher Chang'an.

But when he heard the good news, he seemed to be vented in one breath, his expression quickly became sluggish, and he suddenly passed out while talking that night.

……

I don't know how long it took, when Wu Qian woke up again, he saw many people standing around him.

He couldn't help being angry, coughed a few words, and cursed endlessly.He suddenly thought that he was scolding very loudly, but in fact, other people heard it like a whirlwind.

A group of generals were scolded by Wu Qian and retreated with their heads down.

Wu Ze knelt aside.

Wu Qian obviously wanted to say something to this grandson, but saw a figure stepping forward.

"Mr. Wu."

"It's...it's Song Rui?"

Wu Qian cheered up, tried his best to support himself, looked at Wen Yunsun, and sighed: "Before I leave, I can still see you, good, good."

Wen Yunsun and Wu Qian's eldest son and second son were in the same year, both were Scholars in the fourth year of Xingchang, and they were close to the Wu family. At this time, he took two steps forward and looked at Wu Qian's face, a little unbelievable.

He has heard about Wu Qian's death in Xunzhou; in recent years, he has also vaguely heard that an old man in charge of Guanzhong is Wu Qian; Defeat the Mongolian army in the capital.

Until I came all the way with Wu Ze, I also learned the secrets of the year on the way.

But how can anyone believe it unless they have seen it with their own eyes?
The majestic court chief was poisoned and killed, feigned death to escape, and he was in power for two or three years without any news from the court?Unbelievable, unbelievable!
"Wu Xianggong." Wen Yunsun's eyes were a little shocked, he didn't know how to speak, and said: "The student once heard Wu Xianggong's poem, and if he wanted to know the heroism of thousands of years, it was all in a night of wind and thunder."

"The old man knows what you want to ask. Yes, the old man didn't die in the storm that night in Xunzhou, and lived on for a few years. Looking back, he fulfilled many wishes in his life... You know, the old man guarded the thousand-year-old capital of Chang'an... ..."

Wen Yunsun's eyes turned red immediately, and he said solemnly: "Student...student will seek justice for Mr. Wu! Jia Pingzhang..."

"I don't care if it's fair or not, and I don't blame Jia Sidao. It's a common practice for a criminal like me who is involved in the battle for the throne to be exiled to a place and secretly killed."

What Wu Qian said was exile, not "relegation".

There are three kinds of relegation by the Song court. One is to drop from the left, letting the local states and counties still have the right;

Wu Qian's relegation to Xunzhou was assigned. He was escorted to a remote and harsh place for control, and he "presented himself" to local officials on a regular basis, that is, he was detained in Xunzhou.

It is said to be "relegated", which sounds like a lowering of the official position, and it looks like an official in a foreign place.

In fact, allocation is exile, and the allocation officer is a criminal.

Of course, this is also the advantage of the Song Dynasty to the scholar-bureaucrats.Even the serious crime of treason is only "relegated".

Today, Wu Qian casually said, and pierced the window paper in front of the young Wen Yunsun.

Because he really doesn't care what is fair or not, he cares about the morals of the world.

"Jiang Gu said in his heart that 'Song Rui is responsible for the morals of the world', so don't let him down." Wu Qian stared at Wen Yunsun with old eyes, and murmured: "Young people of this generation are responsible for the morals of the world."

Wen Yunsun was taken aback.

He was deeply touched, but he hadn't fully figured out many things for the time being, and was immediately at a loss.

Looking again, seeing that Wu Qian still had something to say to Wu Ze, he had no choice but to bow solemnly and leave.

In the tent, only Wu Ze remained beside Wu Qian.

"I don't know if Longxi can hold on."

"Grandfather, don't worry about the war anymore, just take a good rest."

"It can't be done, it's time to return to the light." Wu Qian's thoughts seemed to be drifting, and he spoke inconsistently, saying: "Yang Xi'an is the same age as me, you see he is hale and hearty, I am afraid he can still see the returnees from all over the world." One day, it is enviable."

Wu Ze burst into tears.

Wu Qian patted him with a smile, and said: "Don't cry... It's okay, I'll be a courtier of the Song Dynasty until I die, that's okay."

He didn't give his grandson the chance to cry and say comforting words, so Wu Ze approached him, and slowly explained what happened behind him.

"If we can stop the offensive of the Mongolian captives this time, Li Xia's foundation will be established. I have been persuading him to be loyal to the Song Dynasty and try my best. Things can't stop him now. It's okay, I can't control the affairs behind me. In the future Do whatever you want to do."

While talking, Wu Qian was a little tired, and finally said: "After I leave, your third uncle will keep the filial piety... You don't have to keep the filial piety, you keep the pass."

"Grandson..."

"Remember what I told you when I came here? You are guarding the gate."

Wu Ze was greatly mourned, and he knelt down and agreed with tears.

Faintly, Wu Qian could be heard reciting Tang poems in a very low voice.

"A letter from the court to Jiuchongtian, demoted to Chaozhou Road to eight thousand in the evening. If you want to eliminate evils for the sage, you will be willing to cherish the dying years."

"Where is Yunheng Qinling's home? Snow embraces Languan and horses don't move forward. Knowing that you are far away, you should be intentional, so that you can take my bones and miasma by the river."

This is not Wu Qian's state of mind at this time, this is his state of mind when he was demoted to Xunzhou.

But who would have thought that in the end he didn't die by the miasma-filled river in Xunzhou, he guarded Languan.

Thinking of this, Wu Qian felt a little regretful, and even a little proud, so he couldn't help but smile.

After a long time, Wu Ze raised his head again, and what he saw was the faint smile frozen on Wu Qian's face.

"grandfather!"

Wu Ze broke down in tears...

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Three days later, an urgent letter was sent by Kuai Ma to Heyang Camp.

Li Xia opened the letter, was stunned for a moment, and then remained silent for a long time.

He has lost count of the number of deaths he has seen since he was reborn... In troubled times, human life is worthless, not just talk.

It's numb and exhausting.

"Ah Lang." Han Qi'an walked into the tent, as if he wanted to report something.

Li Xia handed over the letter in his hand and said, "I want Song Ting to rehabilitate him, restore him to the post, give him a posthumous title, and grant him a title."

Han Qi'an was slightly taken aback, read the obituary, and let out a long sigh.

"It's too troublesome to argue with Song Ting about these things. Wu Xianggong opposed the establishment of Zhao Yu. If Zhao Yu was in power for a day, if Song Ting dared to be fair and rebellious for Wu Xiang, the emperor's majesty would be lost. It's difficult. It's better to wait for Alang to set up an affair and then posthumously. Wu Xianggong established a temple."

"No." Li Xia said: "What he wants is Song Ting's Zhaoxue, he is a loyal minister of Song Dynasty... I should have helped him Zhaoxue earlier, so that he will not regret it."

Han Qi'an shook his head and nodded again.For a while, I feel that it doesn't matter whether it is revealed or not, and for a while, I feel that Wu Qian may still have regrets when he left.

Li Xia is not afraid of trouble, if he wants to argue with Song Ting, let him do it, Han Qi'an reported: "Ah Lang, Shi Tianze sent an envoy."

"doing what?"

"Say yes..." Even Han Qi'an felt a little embarrassed for Shi Tianze, and said, "Say it is to give us a chance to surrender..."

(End of this chapter)