Prosperous Tang Blood Blade

Chapter 725
Chapter [-]: Nobody wants to disrupt the situation in front of this king
The compressed nunai bricks are directly thrown into the iron pot to cook a pot of nunao soup, and some flour and chestnut rice are directly poured into the pot, and some pickles and dried meat are thrown into the pot all at once. .

This pot of rice is actually very ugly in appearance, and the taste is not flattering.

However, these people who have just escaped from the tiger's mouth eat very sweetly.

All the people hiccupped and began to worry about their future.At this time, a tall general in silver armor came slowly on a tall horse.

Chen Ying raised the horizontal knife in his hand, stood it on his chest, and shouted loudly: "My brothers and sisters, my brothers and sisters, you are free now, truly free. Now you are all free citizens of our Tang Dynasty, No one can enslave you, oppress you..."

But these people not only smiled wryly.

Although they survived, most of their families were destroyed.Don't look at the men and women here, but it's hard to make up a real family.

A skinny woman, her lower body exudes a strong stench, and her whole body is already so thin that she doesn't look like a human being.What's more, her feet showed white bones, which was very frightening.Her husband was killed by the Tubo people, and her son, who was just one month old, was thrown into the fire and burned to death.

The world is so big that there is no place for her to stay.The relatives in my hometown were either killed on the spot by the Tubo people, or died under the brutal persecution of the Tubo people.

The wooden spear in her hand was tightly gripped by her, and her knuckles were already white.She shook her head: "I'm not leaving. The Tibetans killed my husband, my in-laws, and my son. They ruined me. I want revenge!"

Immediately, many people shouted: "We will not leave, we will take revenge..."

A more courageous man approached Chen Ying. He stretched out a hand as thin as a chicken's paw, and bowed to Chen Ying.

Chen Ying looked at the man, his eyes fixed: "Are you a "scholar"?"

"An Ding Zhang Yan pays homage to the Chief Protector!" Zhang Yan said softly.

Dingding Zhang, whose ancestors can be traced back to Changshan King Zhang Er in the Qin and Han Dynasties.His seventeenth grandson, Zhang Gui, founded the Zhang family regime in Qianliang during the period of the Five Hu and Sixteen Kingdoms.Later, Zhang Yaoling, the sixth grandson of Zhang Gui, surrendered to Fu Jian, and the Zhang family of Qianliang perished, enjoying the country for 75 years.After the fall of the Liang Kingdom, the Zhang family became a powerful family in Dunhuang, Jiuquan, Tianshui, Anding, Fufeng, Shangyu and other places.

Just like the surname Li in the world, although there are many people with the surname Li, the Li family in Longyou is the most respected.

The Zhang family also valued the stability of the Zhang family.

Zhang Yan asked: "What's the plan for the next step of Chief Protector Chen?"

"Next step?" Chen Ying murmured, "I haven't thought about the next step, but as long as I'm still alive, the Tubo people don't want to live in peace!"

Zhang Yan couldn't help being overwhelmed by Chen Ying's heroism, and said loudly: "The master, I, Zhang Yan, am also homeless, let me do it with you!"

"This bastard Tubo broke my father's leg and snatched away my mother-in-law. I don't know if I'm dead or not. Now I'm left with this rotten life! Daduhu, if I do it with you, it's considered dead. I also want to bite those Tubo people hard!"

"Yes, even if we die, we have to bite those Tibetans hard!"

Chen Ying was really afraid that these people would be scared. If these people were frightened by the Tubo people and clamored to return to their hometown, Chen Ying really had no choice.After all, if you don't lick the melon that is twisted by force, Chen Ying can't be cruel enough to use coercive means to treat his own family members.

But fortunately, under Zhang Yan's bewitching, these common people clamored to fight the Tubo people one after another, as if they were dozing off and someone gave them pillows.

Chen Ying smiled lightly and said: "Okay, good man, we Huaxia people have nothing to do with the world, we live our lives behind closed doors, and don't cause disasters or disasters, but the Tubo people just intervene, killing our relatives, ruining our lives. Our ancestral temple has caused great trauma to our bodies and minds. In the future, we will share weal and woe, live and die together. As long as we twist together, we will surely make those Tibetans pay for what they did. cost!"

All the people shouted in unison: "I am willing to die for the protection of Dadu!"

……

Chen Ying pointed to Jiang Xingba and said with a smile: "I know you are in a mess and have no clue, now I will find you a long history!"

Jiang Xingba was overjoyed immediately, he was originally Jiang Baoyi's personal soldier, although he could read a few characters and military law, how could he be the chief of the general manager's mansion, now Chen Ying found him a long history, which solved most of his problems difficulty.

Chen Ying first selected [-] or [-] people with a certain foundation in writing from among these refugees to serve as county magistrates in Yezhou. He also selected some old and weak people from among them.

Guo Xiaoke was in charge of a new round of land reclamation on Xizhou Road. He only had 5000 Zhechong mansions in his hands. Chen Ying dispatched more than [-] people, and arranged [-] people to station in each land reclamation site.

With the participation of more than [-] people, the Western Regions launched a vigorous campaign to reclaim wasteland and land.

……

Taiyuan City, on a street.The gongs and drums were blaring, and the crowds were crowded. There were hundreds of thousands of people standing, including men, women, old and young.

A singing troupe, the shengguan blared together, played the welcome music.

Li Shimin and Lei Yongji stood in front of the welcoming crowd, looking at each other.

Lei Yongji stammered a little: "Qin...His Royal Highness King Qin...This...Is this here to pick you up?
Li Shimin subconsciously shook his head and said, "No.

Li Shimin thought for a while and changed his words: "Probably not."

Lei Yongji looked at Li Shimin suspiciously.

Li Shimin glanced at Lei Yongji, turned his head to look elsewhere, and said with some hope: "Gu never wrote back in advance, no one should know that I am here today."

At this time, a tall man with a thick back and a tall and straight figure stepped forward. He was wearing a samurai uniform, and he stretched out a big hand covered with calluses, and patted Lei Yongji heavily on the shoulder.

The vigilance in Lei Yongji's eyes was fleeting: "General Qin!"

Qin Qiong laughed and said: "His Royal Highness, it's better to come early than coincidentally. Today is the day when Lao Cheng is very happy. Let's go to Lao Cheng's house, or the banquet will start soon!"

Li Shimin said in astonishment: "Old Cheng is married, he dares not to send a wedding invitation to the king, it's really unreasonable, if you don't drink Lao Cheng down today, I, Li Shimin, will write Li characters backwards!"

Qin Qiong led Li Shimin to Cheng Zhijie's mansion.

Li Shimin asked curiously: "I didn't hear that Lao Cheng is going to get married, why did I just go back to Chang'an, and the marriage has already been arranged?"

Qin Qiong couldn't help but smile and said: "His Royal Highness King Qin doesn't know something. It has been two years since the wife of Lao Cheng passed away. At the end of last year, Lao Cheng drank too much wine and raced horses with Lao Niu outside Taiyuan City. Who would have thought Old Cheng drank too much and ran into Qinghe Cui's carriage, which was Cui Xinzhi's eldest daughter Cui, who was hit on the forehead by a startled horse and claimed to be disfigured, and Lao Cheng was responsible!"

Li Shimin laughed loudly when he heard the words: "I didn't expect Lao Cheng to still be here today, but Mrs. Cui married Lao Cheng as his stepmother, so Yemen is the right family!"

Although Li Shimin smiled, he became vigilant.

He couldn't help sighing, after all, it was a family of thousands of years. He had just won a big victory here, and the Cui family of Qinghe married his daughter to Cheng Zhijie.Although Cheng Zhijie was born in a wealthy family and a family of officials, Cheng Xing, the great-grandfather of Cheng Zhijie, was the Sima of Yanzhou in the Northern Qi Dynasty.His grandfather, Cheng Zhe, was Sima of Jinzhou in the Northern Qi Dynasty.His father, Cheng Lou, was a grand minister of Jeju, and later presented envoys to the military forces of Yingzhou and the governor of Yingzhou. (One is Cheng Yu, the governor of Jizhou in the Sui Dynasty.)
However, no matter what.Cheng Zhijie can only be counted as being from a fourth-rank family.

Compared with the Qinghe Cui family, it is worse.

However, Cui Xinzhi's lineage is not considered to be the Qinghe Cui family's direct descendant. Of course, this also means that the Qinghe Cui family is burning cold stoves.

When Li Shimin came, he found that the first guests had already been seated, but Li Shimin didn't know most of these guests, so they had different identities.Qin Qiong was about to tell Cheng Zhijie that Li Shimin was coming.

Li Shimin held Qin Qiong back.

Seating has a very strong etiquette in the Chinese cultural tradition, and it is also very particular.The person who sits at the top is either rich or noble.No matter what meaning it is, this is someone Cheng Zhijie values ​​more. Now that he is already seated, let him give up his seat. This will only embarrass Cheng Zhijie.

Li Shimin smiled and said: "There are plenty of empty seats outside, why bother Lao Cheng, tell Lao Cheng, just do what you want, don't deliberately control me, we are all brothers who have died, don't talk about these vain things !"

Qin Qiong smiled wryly, and had no choice but to let Li Shimin sit in the hall outside.

Qin Qiong, Li Shimin, and Lei Yonglei sat at a table near the inner hall.

There are four or five people sitting on this table, and Li Shimin also doesn't know each other, but seeing that each of them has a cross-legged head embroidered with Xiezhi on their heads, he immediately understands that these people are all Yushitai. the censor.

In Cheng Zhijie's circle of friends, it's not surprising that he knows military generals, and it's not surprising that he knows the three religions and nine streams, but Li Shimin feels a little strange if he thinks of Qingliu among Qingliu, the censor Yanguan.

Li Shimin said to Qin Qiong: "These people, what are their backgrounds?"

Qin Qiong whispered: "Cui Xinzhi's second son-in-law, what is his name Li Shi?"

At this moment, Li Shimin suddenly felt that Lei Yongji was gently touching Li Shimin's arm.

Li Shimin turned his head and followed Lei Yongji's eyes, only to see four people dressed as porters sitting on the other side of the hall, eating in a windy mood, each with a pole erected beside them.

Li Shimin frowned, and asked in a low voice, "From the Jianghu?"

Qin Qiong shook her head lightly and said softly: "It has an official flavor, as if it came from the army!"

Li Shimin's expression froze, he looked at the confused Lei Yongji, and asked again: "Do you know him?"

Qin Qiong shook her head: "I basically know everyone that Lao Cheng knows, and if I don't know, Lao Cheng probably won't know either!"

As Qin Qiong said, he glanced at the seats of several censors on the opposite side and said, "I'm afraid they are not here for them, the Li family of Zhaojun!"

Li Shimin winked at Lei Yongji, and Lei Yongji got up and walked outside.

Qin Qiong felt something was wrong, and asked suspiciously: "His Royal Highness King Qin!"

Li Shimin waved his hands and said: "Anyway, today is Lao Cheng's big day, and no one should try to mess things up in front of this king!"

At this moment, Cheng Zhijie suddenly brought two followers, each holding a wine jar.

Cheng Zhijie laughed loudly and said, "Brothers, eat and drink well today, whoever dares to go out with a belly will look down on me, old Cheng..."

At this moment, four people who looked like porters got up together and touched their own poles respectively.

Li Shimin's eyes froze, and he winked at Qin Qiong.

Qin Qiong understood, one left and one right guarded Cheng Zhijie's side.

Cheng Zhijie recognized Li Shimin and shouted, "Qin!"

Li Shimin suddenly punched Cheng Zhijie, Cheng Zhijie didn't prepare for Li Shimin's attack, he staggered and took a step back.

At this moment, a pole was thrown towards Cheng Zhijie with a loud noise.

Before the pole was hit hard, Qin Qiong stepped forward, stretched out his left arm, and swung upward.

Qin Qiong wore armguards on his arms, not to mention hitting him with a shoulder pole, even if he slashed with a knife, it wouldn't hurt Qin Qiong at all.

"Dang..."

A piercing golden sound sounded, and sparks shot out.

The bamboo on the pole split apart, revealing an iron spear about eight feet long.

(End of this chapter)