The fox minister in the late Tang Dynasty

Chapter 330 The Brand New Yonglong
The wind in the field drifted away with a low sigh. Geng Qing looked at the officials and craftsmen busy in the distance. He talked to Jiuyu about Shu Emperor Jian. The other party was a 69-year-old man. , eating more than Li Siyuan and Shi Jingtang.

Even if the energy is not as good as that of a mature man, the experience in the battle array is very sophisticated.

Put two people with iron cannons, and a group of recruits practiced with each other. To be honest, he himself felt a little risky. Ten years. Except for the time in Tubo, it has been a long time since he has fought a war.

Thinking about it, Geng Qing fanned the smoke and dust, got up and greeted several officials, and asked them to inspect the iron cannon and bring it back to the firearms camp, and quickly went back with the proofreading content.

Immediately he called Li Siyuan and went to the five-carriage king waiting in front of him. The carriage was spacious and had four wheels on both sides. The circle on the wheels was black and made of cowhide. The above does not need to shake like ordinary vehicles.

Li Siyuan knelt aside, poured warm water and handed it to King Yong, who closed his eyes and thought about something. Over there, Geng Qing took a sip and looked at the gate of the city that was gradually entering. After entering the city, the hustle and bustle of the market came to his ears.

He looked at the bustling street outside, avoided the people along the street, and bowed towards the carriage.

"Ten years of gathering, the people here have been comfortable and comfortable for too long, which is not a good omen." Geng Qing glanced at the two people around him, Li Siyuan and Jiuyu didn't speak, Taiping should be good, how can it be bad omen?

Geng Qing smiled at the two of them.

"If you forget the battle, you will be in danger. Do I need to remind you two? After recuperating for a long time, you should use your sword. Otherwise, the time will be too long, people will forget the original crisis, the soldiers will forget how to fight, lose their blood, and you will be you in the future my poverty."

Li Siyuan has lived in Chang'an for ten years, and his living habits have already been integrated here, he frowned.

"King Yong, where are you going to use your troops? Jingyuan? Or the sandbank, or..." He pointed to the north, signaling Taiyuan in the north, "If it is there, Siyuan is willing to lead the troops there."

"No hurry." Geng Qing waved his hand, took out a roll of maps from the drawer under the low table, and spread them out on the table as the carriage moved forward, "After Li Ke is gone, Li Cunxu is still capable. He is still alive in the north. For us, there are benefits, otherwise we will face the Khitans directly in the future, and it will be difficult to defeat Yelu Abaoji with only the troops in the northwest."

In the voice of his words, he pointed to the map and rowed south to the land of Shu.

"Three years ago, I sent people to lobby the Dachanghe Kingdom in southern Xinjiang, promising a lot of money and food, hoping that Zheng Renmin would put some pressure on the Emperor of Shu. Alas, I think they are too high."

Speaking of this, Geng Qing couldn't help laughing, and Li Siyuan and Jiuyu beside him also laughed when they thought of the so-called Dachang Heguo.

The two of them followed King Yong's side, so they naturally knew about it.

In the third year of Tianrui Jingxing, Zheng Maisi, the emperor of the Dachanghe Kingdom, sent troops to attack Lizhou (now Hanyuan) in Shu, but was attacked by King Kui Wang Zongfan, Zhongshuling Wang Zongbo, and Jiawang Wang Zongshou. He was defeated in Pancangzhang, and the chief Zhao Cuozheng was killed among the rebellious army, and then fled in embarrassment after being beaten in Shankou City. The Shu army pursued all the way south, and killed it until Nanman commemorated Zhuge Liang, and named it Wuhou Ridge. When crossing the Dadu River, they were blocked by the river and defeated. Tens of thousands of them fell into the water and died.

During Yizong's time, the people in southern Xinjiang were fanatical and aggressive, and they fought against the Tang court. Geng Qing sent his envoys to bring gold, silver, silk and silk, and sent troops to the north.

With her thoughts back together, Geng Qing smiled and continued:
"The Great Changhe Kingdom is hopeless, so we will go there in person. This time, you and Shi Jingtang will be the commander in chief. We will go south from Chang'an to Sichuan to attack eastern Sichuan."

"Yes, Siyuan is determined to capture the old thief to Chang'an and let King Yong punish him." Li Siyuan has been resting in Chang'an for many years, and Li Siyuan almost forgot his military career with Li Keyong. Hearing that he was able to lead troops south this time, he was somewhat excited of.

Ha ha
Geng Qing waved his hand with a smile, and pressed his fist down: "This southern expedition is not just for killing, but mainly for checking firearms, but don't rely too much on them. The climate in Sichuan is humid and rainy, and firearms are prone to tides. At that time, it still depends on how you and Shi Jingtang use your troops."

"Siyuan will not let King Yong down!" Li Siyuan clasped his fists again, and his voice fell forcefully. Soon, he got out of the car halfway, and respectfully arched his hands to watch the long royal team go away. At the age of [-], he squeezed his fist and punched the air hard, and returned to the mansion quite excitedly.

The sky rises above the clouds, at noon, amidst the hustle and bustle of the long street, the team spreading across the street arrives at Guangde Square, and on the front horse, Dou Wei raises his arm: "Stop—"

The flags were lowered, the sound of rattling was uniform, the long line of guards stopped, and when the curtain of the carriage was lifted, the steward at the gate of the mansion came quickly and walked down step by step, holding Geng Qing's hand.

"Is there something wrong in the mansion?"

Seeing the steward's anxious expression, hesitant to speak, Geng Qing looked at the mansion and stopped talking. In ten years, the palace was expanded from the original foundation, covering an area of ​​more than 500 mu. There is a courtyard, and the north and south are concave-shaped rows of wing rooms, which were built only after the best Fengshui master in the city had seen it.

There are hundreds of rooms, enough to accommodate the ever-increasing number of people in the mansion, which makes the old lady in the mansion the happiest, probably because she likes this kind of people, who have grandchildren calling her to respect her everywhere.

What is a full house of children and grandchildren?That's it.

Geng Qing walked three hundred steps, and after passing the front yard, a dozen children playing games in the atrium saw him come back, and rushed over one by one.

"Daddy is back!"

"father--"

Most of these children belonged to his knees, and some belonged to Dachun and Dou Wei. They came here mixed together, and sometimes it was impossible to tell which was his son or daughter.

"Daddy, hug!"

The two-year-old girl came down from the maid's arms to the ground, with her arms outstretched, she stumbled and ran behind her brothers and sisters, yelling at Geng Qing who was surrounded by her in a childish voice.

"Hold on, Daddy!" Geng Qing stroked the heads of each child, and finally hugged the little ones in his arms, kissed them cheek to cheek, and went to the backyard. He hurriedly followed in the footsteps of King Yong.

"Father, Elder Brother Nian, Elder Sister Xin, and Second Brother got into trouble again. They were slapped on the palm by the aunt and punished to stand in the Buddhist hall of the aunt."

The words that the steward hesitated were said by the villain in a childlike manner. Geng Qing smiled, pinched Geng Ting's little face, handed her over to the maid, and then entered the backyard, where the patrolling guards and the people waiting at the door waited. The maidservants bowed down one after another, and there were many women around. Seeing Geng Qing approaching, they lowered their heads one by one.

"It's all gone, I'll go in."

Geng Qing waved his robe sleeves at them, pushed the door open and entered the room, Qiao Niang was sitting on the edge of the bed, looking at a part of the room with a livid face, when she saw her husband come in and close the door, she got up angrily, poured a cup of tea for Geng Qing, set the table Hand over the whip.

"My husband must practice family law today."

"What's the matter? What did Nian'er and the others do to make you angry?" Geng Qing took the cup, pulled the woman who wanted to leave, her plump body pressed against her chest, and sat on Geng Qing's lap. , in the absence of outsiders, this intimate gesture is harmless.

Leaning on her warm chest, the woman patted Geng Qing's dishonest hand angrily, leaning on her shoulder and whispering:
"What else could it be? Nian'er, together with Fengmei and Cun'er, stole your royal seal."

"What are you using it for?" Geng Qing raised the corners of his eyebrows. This kind of thing is both big and small. If it is serious, can you copy yourself all over the place?Thinking about it, she smiled even more, and stroked his wife's smooth black hair, "Nian'er is seventeen this year. When he is young, he is easy to act impulsively. There is no shortage of truths that should be said. It will be fine after this age." , As for what you did, as long as it wasn't something outrageous, it doesn't matter, after a while, I will find something for my husband to do."

"So much the better."

How old is the woman's younger husband? After the end of this year, it will be thirty. The big and small things in the mansion can be handled in an orderly manner without the help of others. After telling her husband about the troubles, she quickly recovered and became a woman in the mansion again. Looking like a strong man, he straightened his dress and whitewashed his dishonest husband.

"Concubine, now go to the Buddhist hall and reason with the three of them. The husband can rest by himself, or go to other sisters' rooms for entertainment."

"Hehe, I don't have that time for my husband, so go ahead."

While speaking, he sent his wife out the door, Geng Qing turned around and went back to the room, spread out the paper, and the maid came in and consciously rubbed the ink.

The sun poured in, shone into the window lattice, and fell on the paper, and strings of handwriting slowly spread out with the tip of the pen.

Soon after, the fast horse left Chang'an West with the letter, and rushed to Longzhou through the bustling Daozhong caravan.

(End of this chapter)