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Chapter 900 The movement of returning

——Some people in Ningxing said that I want to be the second emperor of the Martial Emperor. I want to say that compared with the king's land, I want to live freely.If you want to read, you can read, if you want to travel, you can travel.Free time to make some bookmarks, pens and inks for myself...

Hey!
Yang Xuan seemed to see Chang Ling standing in front of him, looking forward to the future.

——Power is wonderful, but in the world, whenever you gain something, you must lose something.I don't want to lose my true nature for the sake of power.

Are female Wenqing paranoid?

——Zi Tai, when can we swim together again?

The last sentence made Yang Xuan smile.

If he went to Beiliao, he would have thrown himself into a trap.

However, it is not a big problem for Changling to come to northern Xinjiang.

He put away the letter, turned around and asked, "Does Changling have anything to say?"

Many words can't be put in the letter, otherwise if it is intercepted, things will be troublesome.

Sure enough, Zhan Juan said: "Yes. The eldest princess asked, how long has it been since you wrote a poem?"

Yang Xuan covered his forehead, "It's been a long time. Tell Changling that she is cheating on each other in Ningxing, and I am not much better in Northern Xinjiang. There is no poetry for now."

Zhan Juan hesitated, Yang Xuan looked at her with his hands behind his back, "Anything else?"

Zhan Juan nodded, "The eldest princess is quite lonely."

"Who is not alone?"

Looking at the dim sky, Yang Xuan thought of himself.

Everyone has his own ideals and goals, and his goal is to rebel.

If there were no Yang Lue, Yiniang, and Han Ji, even if he knew his life experience, he would definitely not seek rebellion.

It's not that he's disrespectful.

It's that he has no impression of that father, no emotion.

To avenge him, why?
He couldn't empathize with those so-called hatreds.

After embarking on this path, after a long time, he learned bit by bit what happened back then, and those friendships and hatreds were slowly carried on his shoulders.

This is him, as a son who honors the emperor, he is duty-bound to ask for rebellion.

But what about others?

Among the people around him, Yang Lue had the most resolute attitude. If he chose how to execute the false emperor and his son, Yang Lue would definitely choose to flay him alive or cut him to pieces.

But in Yang Lue's letter, the agitation gradually disappeared, and the urging was even less visible.It was replaced by a kind of silent care.

Pay attention to your body, don't go out frequently, let the command go, let Nan He go.

Let people you trust to do official business, and you are only in charge, sir.

Don't get tired!
Remember, don't tire yourself out!
In the later letters, Yang Lue became more verbose, telling him over and over again not to be tired, not to be sad.

But he is in charge of this mess, can he not be hurt?

Then came Yi Niang.

Yiniang just stared at his daily life, why did he eat less breakfast, but the food didn't suit his appetite?Is the cook slacking off?If so, then take it to sacrifice to heaven.

Or staring at his work and rest, and finding that he stayed up late, he would give various hints, such as sending someone to take supper to convey her words.

——Lang Jun, Yi Niang said, candles are expensive!
Is that how you reminded you to honor the emperor back then?
Yiniang also watched the backyard for him, standing under the eaves every day, with her hands in her cuffs, silently watching everyone's movements.

As for rebellion, Yi Niang has rarely mentioned it in recent years.

Yang Xuan even felt that she hoped that life would continue like this, watching him give birth to a bunch of children.When the children grow up, she is also old, so she takes the children to play.Until one day, he lay on the bed and left peacefully.

It is her duty to disobey rebellion, but she would like to see her young man live a lighter life.

Cao Ying and Han Ji are actually the same kind of people, and the biggest wish of literati is to be reused.

Yang Xuan read many history books, including those of that world.

He found a problem that the emperor always had conflicts with the civil servants.

Why?

He pondered for a long time, and then came up with his own point of view.

For literati, farmers, craftsmen, warriors...all classes other than themselves are idiots in their eyes.

Without us, the Tang Dynasty would be like a long night forever.

They feel that they are lights, rainbows, beings whose wisdom can illuminate the night sky.

Over time, they feel like gods.

When their sense of superiority is overwhelmed, they will unconsciously overlook the emperor.

No matter how you look at it...he is also an idiot!
When this mentality is born, it is difficult to hide it.

How can power be wielded by fools?
So they will compete with the emperor for power.

In this process, [-]% of the [-] people will rush to the street, and at least half of the successful [-]% will become rebels.

Power to the end, is a way!

Either go to the end, or be killed by someone!

If you cross a river, you can't take a step back!
Will Cao Ying and Han Ji come to this point in the future?
Yang Xuan smiled.

Among the rest of the people, the second child has no idea, if Yang Xuan wants to ask for rebellion, then he will ask for rebellion.When Yang Xuan said that he was going to go fishing, he threw away the knife and cheered, "Go and chop off the fish's head!"

The old thief is a man who cares about fame and fortune. He only wants to glorify his ancestors and inject new elements into the industry of tomb robbers.

What about Ning Yayun?

In fact, Yang Xuan was not worried that the old handsome pot would dislike his real identity, he was only worried that the old handsome pot would find things too troublesome and bring metaphysics into the abyss.

Therefore, he hinted at many things intentionally or unintentionally, and the old handsome pot also said something intentionally or unintentionally... Zitai, you have horns on your head; Zitai, you have a tail...

There are many others, He Lianyan, Jiang He'er, Tu Chang, Pei Jian... Countless people, everyone has different ideals and goals.

How to knead these different people together is his responsibility.

No one can understand his deep thoughts.

Always be alone!

He thought of the Emperor.

The emperor seems to be the same way!
Facing the country, he needs to knead all classes to work hard in one direction.

This is so difficult that it breaks people down. No wonder the emperor is so short-lived.

And me?

Yang Xuan seemed to see himself sitting on the throne, with countless courtiers saluting below.

The whole world is waiting to be fed, foreign enemies are watching, and there are still two or five youngsters inside who are ready to turn against the water at any time...

too difficult!
But it has to be done!
He fantasized about his future, and then, the negative emotions affected by Chang Ling earlier dissipated quickly.

After writing a reply to Zhan Juan, Yang Xuan looked at the sunset in the sky and suddenly felt homesick.

After dinner, he and Ning Yayun went out for a walk.

Zhan Juan is at the back, accompanied by Jiang He'er.

"Deputy Envoy Yang..."

"It's Duke Qin."

Jiang He'er raised her chin slightly, showing off her little pride.

"Jiedushi?"

Zhan Juan was a little disappointed.

When the news of Yang Xuan's going to Chang'an reached Ning Xing, there was a lot of speculation. Some people said that he was safe to go to Chang'an, but it is very likely that he will completely fall out with Chang'an.

This is the general mindset.

Then, someone suggested to send troops, and the emperor slapped a jade pendant, which made his face covered in blood.

The army doesn't just walk away, and it takes at least a month or two to transport food and supplies.At the same time, the army must be mobilized.

These movements cannot be concealed from the spies in Beijiang. As soon as the news reaches Beijiang, Beijiang will stick to it immediately, and people will go to Chang'an to report the news.

Needless to say, Yang Gou will rush back to Northern Xinjiang in a hurry, and will make a murderous end with Beiliao.

This is one of them.

Second, Yang Gou is going to Chang'an, and the infighting in the Tang Dynasty is about to start. Why don't we watch a play?

"That's right! It's still Duke Qin. Qin!"

Jiang He'er emphasized the title again.

"Ning Xing also has many princes." Zhan Juan countered.

"Hehe! They're all a group of people who eat their ancestors' food." Jiang He'er laughed.

The dispute between the two female secretaries reached the ears of Yang Xuan and Ning Yayun, and they smiled.

"You asked Xuanjiaqi to go back first, why did you stay here?"

According to Ning Yayun's understanding, Yang Xuan is more willing to rush to Tao County before dark.

"Earlier, people from Jinyiwei came to report that a wave of horse thieves came here."

"Just send people to be strangled."

Yang Xuan explained softly: "They brought a woman with them, I'm afraid it's not easy."

"Could it be a marriage offer?" Ning Yayun laughed.

"Whether it's a wedding or going back to my mother's house." Yang Xuan pressed the handle of the knife and looked at the last smudge of the sky, "I've been away from Northern Xinjiang for a long time, so at least I should make a noise and let the other party know."

Seven or eight miles away from here, more than a hundred riders are walking slowly.

A woman in her 50s rode alone, but there were two horse thieves guarding her.

"have dinner."

The horse thief leader said.

The so-called dinner is dry food.

The woman got a piece of cake, which was very dry, and she chewed it very hard.

The leader had wine, so he came over with a wine bag and stood in front of the woman.

The woman raised her head, her face was covered with wrinkles, and said anxiously: "Your Honor..."

"This is close to Tao County. Tomorrow my people will go to the city to look for your little lady. After finding it, I will exchange two of you with you. Do you think you may be worth those two?"

The leader said indifferently, raised his head, drank a big sip of wine, and sighed long.

The woman lowered her head, "Slave, I don't know!"

"I don't know, then you can die!"

The wine sac is on the woman's head, pouring slowly.

The drink was poured down.

In the grassland in autumn, the temperature is not high in the morning and evening.

The woman trembled, "I don't know!"

"It's trash!"

The leader turned away.

The two horse thieves came back quietly.

"Brother, we found a camp."

"How many people?" The leader's eyes lit up.

"There are more than a hundred riders, and there are many big carts!"

"More than a hundred riders." The leader looked at the more than a hundred people under his command. In order to sneak into the northern border smoothly, he left most of his brothers in their lair.

"Surprise!" said a horse thief.

"Yes, by surprise!"

The leader glanced at the woman, "The main purpose of this trip is to use her as a replacement, if... just don't delay the matter. Let's go to the camp first, and after we succeed, we will send two brothers into the city tomorrow to search for her."

"appropriate!"

Not far away, the two Jin Yiwei watched them silently, shook their heads and retreated.

After retreating to a place out of hearing, one of them said: "These horse thieves were discovered as soon as they entered the country. The commander said, let's see what they want to do. Tonight, it seems that they are going to make some noise."

"It's mainly the woman, otherwise it would have been done long ago. By the way, who is that camp?"

"Deputy envoy!"

At midnight, the horse thieves began to act.

A group of people slowly approached the camp.

The leader looked it over carefully, and said in a low voice, "Get ready."

The two horse thieves stayed behind to watch the woman while the others got on their horses.

"Looks rich!" The leader licked his lips, "I didn't expect to meet a fat sheep when I came to work. God treats me well!"

He slowly drew the knife.

The long knife pointed at the camp and shouted: "Kill the fat sheep!"

"Kill the fat sheep!"

More than a hundred horse thieves cheered and rode away.

There was some noise in the camp, and people could be seen, as well as the shouts of people and horses.

What a mess!

The horse thieves skillfully threw the noose to catch the fence, and then hit the horse to pull it.

The fence fell.

The horse thieves rushed in.

Puff puff!
The sound of ignition came densely.

In the light of the torches, dozens of people surrounded a man standing in front.

"I originally wanted to sneak attack at night, but I didn't expect you to come here. Come on, save trouble!"

As he spoke, the man waved his hand, and someone behind him blew a horn.

Oh oh oh!
"kill him!"

the leader shouted.

Several horse thieves rushed up wildly.

The man didn't move, his expression was a little surprised, obviously he felt that the horse thieves were too bold.

Several archers behind him raised their bows and set arrows.

From taking out the arrow, to drawing the bow and nodding the arrow, to releasing the arrow, the three movements are as fast as lightning.

Moreover, none of the arrows missed, and every arrow hit the horse thief's vitals.

What the hell... are all eagle shooters!

A caravan with one eagle archer can boast to the world, but five...five eagle archers are a powerful tribe, and they are not something small horse thieves like them can harass.

"withdraw!"

The leader regretted all his intestines.

But just as he was about to turn around, there was the sound of horseshoes behind him.

The big men held long mo knives and looked at them as if they saw lambs.

More than ten horse thieves rushed to kill them.

Knife light flashed.

The war horse neighed and fled, and the horse thieves on the horses were all cut in half without exception.

"my God!"

This is a group of killing gods!
My life is so miserable!

The leader shouted: "Turn around, take the leader as a hostage!"

He turned around with the remaining horse thieves, ready to capture the man.

"Good courage!"

Boss Yang raised his hand.

Dozens of people behind him raised their bows and set their arrows together.

Seeing their neat, quick and frightening movements, the leader felt chills all over his body.

Aren't they all archers?

Da da da!
The horse accelerated.

"Fire arrows!"

Dozens of arrows flew in, but almost none of them missed.

The leader had some cultivation, avoided an arrow, and shouted, "Forgive me!"

He got off his horse and raised his hands high, "Which side is the hero? Brother Yan is a good man, brother, sign up for your name, maybe we will get to know each other."

"You're not worthy."

Wang Lao Er came over, kicked him down, turned around and asked, "Mr., do you want to live or die? Do dead heads count as money!?"

Yang Xuan: "..."

The two horse thieves over there escaped, leaving Wang Hua in despair.

"Get off the horse, come here!"

Wang Hua dismounted, and followed the guards staggeringly.

She saw a guard slap the horse thief down, and then knelt on the horse thief's back.The horse thief's spine was broken or something, and his voice was very crisp.

Such a fierce group of people!
She was brought in front of Yang Xuan.

"I have seen the noble."

There are many torches around, and the line of sight is very clear.

The woman's face was quite rough, with many wrinkles and sunken eye sockets, making one think of an old country woman who had worked hard all her life.

"Name, purpose!"

Yang Xuan said.

The woman didn't dare to hide, "My name is Wang Hua. This time, they said that I will let you see the little lady. I haven't seen the little lady for more than ten years. I really miss her. I just want to see her once. The slave is dead." All willing."

Yang Xuan frowned, "Who is your little lady?"

Wang Hua raised her head, a look of hope flashed in her eyes, as if they were shining.

"Helianyan!"

……

Ask for a ticket!

(End of this chapter)