The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 162 Nanke Yimeng

The sun slanted to the west and half hung on the distant city wall, the burning flames of Chunming Gate had been extinguished, and the black smoke lingering at dusk, Geng Qing could also see from Mingde Gate in the south of the city.

In sight, Huang Chao and other soldiers and horses roaring back outside the city were slowly receding on the other side, keeping a distance from the city wall beyond the range of arrows to circle around.

"Huang Chao is a down-and-out scholar. He should be satisfied with being the emperor for a year. He lost in the first battle, and it will be difficult in the future. Hehe, then I will sit here with Brother Ji Chang in Chang'an and watch how he is defeated."

Looking at the retreating team, looking back at the city wall from time to time, the scholar Xie Tong smiled and stroked his short beard and said something, and Geng Qing, who was wearing a lun scarf and a blue-black robe next to him, looked away and smiled at the corner of his mouth.

"Brother Xie will hear the news soon, and he won't wait too long. I don't want him to wait too long. You know, as long as Huang Chao doesn't die, the backbone is there. According to the old practice, he can gather dozens of people soon. Thousands of soldiers and horses, since the matter has been done, it must be done, and the centipede is dead but not stiff, so it must be thoroughly chopped up."

The layout that started a year ago is halfway down today. Geng Qing looked calm and tapped the bricks with his fingers little by little. He didn't seem to be excited about destroying the Qi State established by the rebels by himself. Zhang Zhifang, who was listening to the two talking, was shocked.

"This is not a young man who is less than double ten. I'm afraid it's a reincarnation of some ghostly planner. When you go back, let Huaiyi get closer and closer, and don't mess with him."

And the moment his thoughts drifted by, Geng Qing, whose fingertips touched the wall bricks, walked slowly along the wall stack, "Huang Chao's defeat is not due to my superiority, but he is too anxious, and the generals under his command are too anxious." In a hurry, in a hurry to change their identities, and to fight over a little personal matter. The reason is that a poor family suddenly acquires a lot of wealth. Some people can keep their hearts and plan carefully; Spending the money, squandering, clothing and food, changing the mansion, having the mansion, traveling with a good horse and a chariot, these are still not enough, and I want to take a step closer, where can I go as an official All have face, and when the official body falls on the head, the eyes are fixed on the golden palace again."

"In the final analysis, the greed is too deep, and the heart is not enough."

Geng Qing nodded in agreement, raised his palm, blew off the dust on his nails, and continued in a calm voice: "Brother Xie is right, in fact, everyone has a lack of heart, just put it in the situation of wealth, life, and the world. If the heart is too greedy, it will often end in death.”

On the wilderness where the Weishui River and the Jinghe River meet to the south, horseshoes trampled on the red-dyed soil and whirled, and one after another horse teams drew their bows and shot arrows, cutting the land for several miles like intertwined torrents.

Arrows flew across the sky from time to time, and in the falling rays of the sun, there was a shocking blood red. The corpses of people and horses spread out, and the dead and undead people or horses groaned in pain, and the horses with their thighs cut swayed Struggling up from the pool of blood, he neighed miserably.

In the eyes of the huge horses, the cavalry of the Shatuo people roared past, chasing another group of cavalry along the river to the forest among the hills in the distance. Soon, monstrous flames spread from the rockets fired by the Shatuo people.

blah blah-

A few clashes of gold and iron continued in the middle of the battlefield. A burly general wielding a big gun fought back and forth with another tall general Shatuo, who was wearing a white cloak. The long soldiers crazily fought at the opponent's vital points, smashing out a series of sparks.

sigh -

The two war horses circling around each other followed the master who was fighting above, biting and kicking off their hooves at each other, and hitting the other's flesh and tendons, making muffled sounds.

Above, between the two horses, King Yu swung out a huge half-moon and swept it away with the most violent sweep. The passing air almost instantly turned the sound of breaking wind into a huge roar. The King of Heaven raised his spear to block it, and the curved Yuwang lance in the air slammed into the barrel of his gun. His burly and sturdy figure froze, and the armor on his body slammed in an instant, and pieces of armor leaves turned up. Unable to bear the force, his forelegs stretched apart, and he knelt down and fell to the ground.

Deng Tianwang, who had rolled several times, got up with difficulty, raised his head, and the long spear arrived in front of him.

On the fiery red war horse, there was a voice saying: "You can catch me a few tricks, it's considered a bit of skill, it's a pity to kill you, I will let you go back to the mountains and countryside, remember! Retreat and practice hard, and come to fight with me when you are perfect in martial arts !"

With a sweep of Changlong, he swept Deng Tianwang away with a bang.

Li Cunxiao looked at it, rolled over, stood up in a daze, the rough man backed away and fled here, he reined in the reins, whistled, and galloped towards Chang'an.

The Shatuo cavalry behind them followed up one by one.

"Using a plan, I will follow this principle. Everyone has desires. Even the old monk in the temple wants the Lord Buddha to take off the clay body and decorate it with gold. Speaking of these principles, when the son-in-law was still there, he often scolded him. Me, after all, even if this path works, it will still be criticized by others."

Geng Qing sighed, stopped, and closed his eyes to feel the cool wind blowing over the city.

"Speaking of Yu Ma, I miss my teacher a little bit."

The wind is getting stronger, the bright sunshine is in people's sight, and it is overcast, the clouds slowly cover the sun, and the sparse raindrops are falling.

The light rain fell on the burnt wood of the tower, and in the lingering smoke, the Chunming gate opened, and soldiers poured into the gate. The generals guarding the city roared with swords, watching more and more Zhu Wen's soldiers and horses around them, and closed their doors slightly. Leaning on a long sword, he half-kneeled in front of the young general holding an iron gun.

To the west, the Jinguang, Kaiyuan and Yanping gates of Chang'an were opened. The guards Huo Cun and Li Tangbin opened the gates and surrendered. The Fengxiang Army and Zhenwu Army outside the city entered the city.

The setting sun is like blood, and the withered yellow of the mountains is like wearing a rosy robe.

The bloody, decadent and spreading team, the flag hangs down as if decadent, dragging on the ground as it moves forward, one after another weak and shaking figures are on the side, an exhausted old man is sitting on a rock, holding a water bag and forgetting Putting it to his mouth, he looked in the direction of Chang'an with some ecstasy.

Soon, there was a fast horse chasing him from behind. It was not a soldier of any general under his command, but a letter sent by an old man from Chang'an.

Generals gathered around, the old man didn't make things difficult for the sender, he just held the letter for a long time before slowly unfolding it, the writing on it was flying and sharp like a knife.

The content is a few lines of poetry:

Han Chuang studied hard to advance to the ranks, but he was not satisfied with his reputation on the gold list.

Write down the golden armor in the city, and throw your pen and brush your sleeves to be indignant.

The trough gang is rich in food and clothing, and he sighs that he has spent half his life without an official position.

The golden toad fights for eyes, but the world in Caozhou turns against it.

The imperial court appeases the official as a petty official, but hates that it is not the golden thread clothes.

The next day, when I sat in the south facing the world, I realized that Nanke was a dream.

The dim light shone through the gaps in the trees and swayed on the paper. The generals gathered around silently watched the old man holding the paper with trembling hands, his lips twitched, and his gray beard trembled slightly.

"Nan Ke Yi Meng Xi"

Huang Chao murmured like this, then raised his face and looked at Chang'an with cloudy eyes, "In just a few lines, the truth will last my whole life. Geng Qing who knows me, and Geng Qing who destroys me!"

Everyone was silent, the owner of this name, many people only recalled it now, thinking about it step by step made their scalps tingle.

Overcast clouds rolled over, raindrops slapped the leaves, and mist gradually formed in the mountains, covering the old man's sight.

"It's raining."

Geng Qing raised his face, took a drop of rain in his palm with a smile, and Fu Ling looked in a certain direction as if he was looking at him from the mountain.

"I said so much without paying attention, it's getting late, let's go back, at this time, it's time to have dinner."

woohoo!

As the rain grew louder, Geng Qing took an umbrella and opened it, and went down the gate tower with Xie Tong, and walked side by side in the green rain in the streets, as if they were just two ordinary scholars, going home.

　There is only one chapter tonight. It really feels like Calvin is thinking about how to write it.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)