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Chapter 520 Liang Han has no regrets
Qin Jingqin was not just showing off.

Being able to plow the land in a rice field with a deep yellow mud pit in one corner requires certain skills.

If you are just putting on a show and showing off to others, you will not have such skillful movements and patience.

At this moment, this tall old man in the rice field outside the village did a whole process of interacting with scalpers and plowing the land better than most people, and Ouyang Rong felt a little ashamed.

He also has some knowledge about farmers, mainly because he has some memories of riding oxen into the fields when he was a child;

In addition, when he was working as a parent officer in Longcheng last year, he often went to surrounding villages to investigate and got involved with many fellow villagers. He learned from them during the busy autumn period and knew well the significance of farming fields to the people.

However, Ouyang Rong was a little surprised that Qin Jingqin, who was born in the former Duke Hu's palace and spent his life as a soldier, could also do it.

Looking around at the young and middle-aged military staff who came from the Chinese Army's military camp think tank, their movements were generally a bit unfamiliar and clumsy. Except for a few who may have come from poor families, none of them were as skilled as Ouyang Rong.

He was obviously from a wealthy family, a prince and aristocrat. He only knew how to fight and plow the fields, but he could only accompany Qin Jingqin, the "willful" military commander of Jiangnan Road.

Seeing Ouyang Rong take off his clothes and boots, jump into the paddy field, and when the water approaches, a young soldier joins the army and takes the initiative to make way for Ouyang Lianghan, the Jiangzhou Sima who has long admired the name. Ouyang Rong skillfully helps Qin Jingqin to help the plow, and continues arable land.

Qin Jingqin said in a joking tone.

"Lianghan is so good-looking. He has a typical southern appearance. He is elegant and handsome. At first glance, he is from a family of poets, rituals and hairpins.

"Yes. This junior knows."

The old man wiped the mud with his fingertips and looked down.

Qin Jingqin laughed.

"The soil quality of the paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River is very good. It has good mountains and good water. It can feed many people. No wonder the people in the south have clear and pure water."

Facing the tall old man who was smiling and stroking his beard, Ouyang Rong blushed, coughed, and answered the question just now with some absent-mindedness and inappropriate choice of words:

"If we talk about my understanding of Li Zhengyan's gang of rebels, I have never seen anyone who is more to the point than Liang Han. Many of the current strategies for conquering the army are similar to those of Liang Han during the last family dinner in Xunyang City. Some shadows of John’s good advice.”

"Lianghan looks thinner. The last time I saw you in Xunyang City, you were still rosy and energetic."

But why did Ouyang Rong listen to it and feel that his words were serious and sincere.

He nodded vigorously.

"What do Lianghan think? If there are no other problems, don't go back. Stay here, help me, and quell the southwest rebellion as soon as possible. It will be a good thing for the country and the people.

Qin Jingqin interrupted:

Ouyang Rong was embarrassed and hesitated: "Qin Bo, I..."

Qin Jingqin stared at Ouyang Rong's calm and resolute handsome face for a while, then suddenly patted his shoulder:

Ouyang Rong kept looking at Qin Jingqin from the corner of his eye.

Ouyang Rong finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Seemingly realizing that the marshal himself wanted to say something to Ouyang Lianghan, they walked away in tacit agreement, leaving the two of them behind.

"Uncle Qin."

The tall old man also turned his head slightly and glanced at him.

Qin Jingqin glanced at Ouyang Rong.

"And the wind and sand in the north of Saibei are like knives, and all the beautiful faces and green hair will be blown away by the knife."

"I know why the saint appointed you to be Tanhua Lang and directly confer an official title on the Xingyuan Banquet in the first year of the year. You just did nothing and placed it like a vase in the emperor's court, standing among all the ministers. During this period, the saint just went to court every day and it was pleasing to the eyes and heart, and he felt that the morning court was boring. "

"Liang Han is so good-looking. Not to mention his talent, he looks handsome in his skin. If the Seventeenth Mother and the Xie family hadn't taken the lead, it would have been great for Liang Han to be the grandson-in-law of my Qin family, hahaha."

"It's okay, it's okay, I'm just joking."

Qin Jingqin turned his head and glanced at the beautiful fox-white fur figure standing quietly on the field ridge in the distance, holding a man's undergarment in his arms and waiting.

A group of young and middle-aged military staff members all said yes.

Ouyang Rong smiled sheepishly.

After thinking for a moment and about to speak, Qin Jingqin patted Ouyang Rong on the shoulder to interrupt, and repeated with emotion:

"In the Chinese army camp on the front line, there are more Northerners, who are all rough guys, but Liang Han has the appearance of a handsome young man. If he is an old man with a long history, he is still young, walking around the military camp, and supervising a bunch of big guys. A gentleman, a brave warrior, a good man with outstanding talents, skilled in military affairs, and comprehensive in all aspects... Thinking about it, it really adds to the glory, and a good story must be spread.

Qin Jingqin showed a look of reminiscence on his face and said to the left and right:

Qin Jingqin said with a smile:

"It's good if it can help the front line. Didn't the sages say that those who are good at fighting have no great achievements? Just treat it as... I'm proud."

"Don't talk about whether you will be the commander of the Chinese Army's battalion. Just talk about the military merits you already have. Wouldn't it be a pity if Liang Han didn't come and take it away? Why don't you stay at the front line for a while and return to the capital one day? It’s hard to ask for credit.”

"It's okay if I can't become a son-in-law. Yan Qing should have already talked about the matter of the Chinese Army Battalion Commander Shi on the way.

"Being able to come to the south to fight this time, and being nourished by such good mountains and good water, our warriors' lives will be a few years longer. I can't thank the saint enough."

Qin Jingqin twisted the wet yellow mud with two fingers, his eyes filled with emotion:
"Yellow mud is good. There is no mud outside the Great Wall in the north. The soil is hard and full of grains of gray sand. The farmers there are complaining. Good land is hard to find and they have to endure the harassment of barbarian cavalry. .

Ouyang Rong was a little dumbfounded.

"Especially for such a like-minded couple. It is normal for a man to be frustrated. At this time, he should look back more often and stay with the person who is waiting silently by his side."

"But Xie Shiqiniang is becoming more and more radiant. Lianghan, a man's career is important, but the relationship between a man and a woman cannot be ignored. You must not let the beauty down.

Yellow mud splashed, and some mud splashed onto Qin Jingqin's wrinkled face with age spots.

Then, he said in a more serious tone:
"Whether you want to stay or not, Liang Han, don't rush to answer. Let's talk later. Anyway, it's still early. We haven't gone to the military camp for dinner yet. I will take you to eat with the soldiers later. By the way, Qin Heng Come here too, he was so happy to hear that you are here today that he took a day off and came back from the vanguard. He wants to see you so that you two can reminisce about old times. "

"Okay, it's all up to Uncle Qin's arrangement."

"Lianghan seems to have a lot to say, feel free to say it."

Ouyang Rong took a deep breath and asked seriously:
"Why is Uncle Qin so generous to the younger generation?

"This time when General Qin came over, he also extended such a generous courtesy. I invite you.

"Even if we can't say that we are enemies of Wei and Lin Cheng, it can be regarded as some eye drops. For you who are cautious, it seems that there is no need..."

"Because Lianghan is very good-looking."

"..."

Before the frowning Ouyang Rong could speak, Qin Jingqin smiled again:

"Actually, the answer is very simple, because you are worthy and worthy of me.

"Liang Han is also a cook, but compared to Lin Cheng, the food made by this chef is very suitable for me, well, including the plate of Dongpo Pork at the family banquet."

Ouyang Rong was speechless.

Qin Jingqin clapped his hands, looked around at the soldiers working around him, and asked casually:
"Liang Han still remembers the chef theory I proposed." "Yes, it is still fresh in my memory."

The old man nodded gently:

"Although I have been leading troops on the front line, Yingniang has sent letters to inform me of what Lianghan has been doing in Xunyang City.

"Including the whole process of conflicts with Lin Cheng and Wei Shaoqi.

"Lin Cheng is capable, but he is too utilitarian and caters to the Holy Grace. His food only suits His Majesty's appetite.

"But you are different, Lianghan. His Majesty may not be happy with your food, but I like it very much, and so do the people of Xunyang. You are not a private chef belonging to one family. Private chefs often exist, but public chefs do not. ……It's that simple."

Ouyang Rong was speechless, staring blankly at the tall old man's surprisingly serious face.

"But Uncle Qin should know that I am Tan Lang from Prince Xunyang's Mansion, right?" he asked suddenly.

"of course I know."

“In the eyes of outsiders, isn’t this considered a private chef?”

"It's different. What I see is that Lianghan can handle the relationship between the two well."

After finishing speaking, Qin Jingqin sighed and continued pushing the plow. After walking for a while, Ouyang Rong heard the old man's hoarse voice again:
"Although in my opinion, with Liang Han's talent and knowledge, there is no need to end so early. Taking this dangerous path, there are obviously many smart people's methods, and in the end he can achieve the same ambition... I don't know if Liang Han regrets it."

Ouyang Rong pushed the plow quietly without saying a word.

Qin Jingqin suddenly asked:

"Does Liang Han know about my father, the previous generation's founding Duke Hu? Compared with other founding Dukes of the same era, my father has never received the honor of being granted no less title by Taizong."

Ouyang Rong whispered:
"Know a thing or two."

Qin Jingqin asked again: "Is Liang Han also aware of Taizong's deeds at Xuanwu Gate?"

"Have heard a little bit."

Ouyang Rong was a little silent. The surname of Hu Guogong was Qin. He was still the door god posted by thousands of people in the Zhou Dynasty. He was originally named Yi Guogong when the founding of the country. He performed poorly during the Taizong Xuanwu Gate Incident. After the Taizong Dynasty, he gradually became marginalized. After his death, he was granted the title of Duke Hu of the second rank.

"The reason why my father stood by and did not take sides between the crown prince and Taizong at that time was not because he did not know Taizong's prowess, but because he felt that the great cause was established and there was no need for another turmoil. My father had already suffered from the division between the north and the south. Enough, I don’t want to take the slightest risk of splitting again...

"So, even if we do it again, knowing the outcome of Taizong, knowing that he will slip from the glorious Duke Yi to Duke Hu, my father will still be like this, because my father has never been the emperor in his heart. The world has been in war for a long time, and it has been peaceful. The emperor is Who, sometimes it doesn’t matter... What do you think, Lianghan?”

Ouyang Rong pursed his lips: "That makes sense."

At this time, he saw Qin Jingqin turning back with a smile on his face:

"Liang Han, do you know what the happiest thing my father did when he was at home in his later years?"

"What is it?"

"It is his portrait that can be seen on the doorsteps of thousands of households, serving as a door god to protect the people from disasters and evil. Although he has retired at home, my father always said that no matter what his past merits and demerits, this at least shows that the common people and Taizong have a good relationship with each other. I still trust him to be a good person.

"Having received this honor, what more can I ask for?"

Ouyang Rong remained silent.

After a while, he asked seriously:
"So Uncle Qin is like this too? What you want most now is not this monstrous military exploit, but to inherit Hu Guogong's ambition, quell the war in the south, and reduce the suffering of the people? This is also the reason why you have been retiring in Yangzhou for two years, but you came out again ?”

Qin Jingqin nodded and shook his head.

"Everyone has selfish motives, and he is still greedy for military merit. For a warrior, only with military merit can he stand higher. This way, the power will not fall into the hands of the villain who looks down on him. But I feel deeply ashamed to only win military merit. It’s absolutely impossible to do this to my father.”

The tall old man looked a little sad. After a while, he cheered up again and smiled and said:
"I remember, there were many people who said that I was a stubborn old man, with the same temper as Hu Guogong, a hard rock in the pit, but I never got angry, but took it as a compliment, haha. They are right, like father, like son. Hahahaha, this is true to my Qin family tradition!”

Having said this, the old man laughed heartily, touched his palms and asked:
"So what are you thinking about Lianghan? As the new chief, how about you stay and assist me? As long as I am here, Lianghan will never feel as aggrieved as in Xunyang City in the Chinese Army Camp."

Ouyang Rong was a little moved by such sincerity.

But after a long silence, he only said one sentence:

"Hu Guogong has no regrets, and neither do I."

……

At the third watch of the day, the moon is like a hook.

Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang left the front line on horseback.

Running towards Jiangzhou overnight.

The two rode together on a fast horse.

Ouyang Rong hugged Xie Lingjiang's slender waist from behind, and the two of them galloped across the desolate wilderness in the dark night wind.

The strong wind on the autumn night blew the fox white fur shawl around Xie Lingjiang's thin neck. Ouyang Rong and her were close together. From a distance, they seemed to share a fox white fur shawl to protect them from the cold.

When they came, they came in a group, but now they left, but Ouyang Rong and Xie Lingjiang went back alone.

Thinking of the confused and reluctant look in Uncle Qin's eyes when he just saw her off, Xie Lingjiang couldn't help but look down at the man's arm that was firmly holding her waist.

Xie Lingjiang has a lot to ask.

"Li Zhengyan will lose."

Ouyang Rong behind him suddenly spoke.

"Wha...what?" Xie Lingjiang turned around in confusion.

Ouyang Rong lowered his head and felt the warmth of Xie Lingjiang's soft neck with the tip of his nose. He pushed away a strand of hair that tickled the tip of his nose and whispered softly next to a red eardrop:

"Uncle Qin alone is enough. I am not missing on the front line."

"That's why Senior Brother..."

Ouyang Rong changed the topic again:
"Da Lang has missed a good girl. If a good girl from the Qin family can marry a girl from the Qin family, it will be Da Lang's blessing. Even if her surname is Li, it will be just like how Taizong Taizong was blessed with his good minister Hu Guogong. What a pity... No, I have to join my uncle and aunt when I go back and teach him a lesson."

His tone was somewhat emotional.

Xie Lingjiang looked back curiously.

I found that senior brother's eyes were surprisingly bright, like two stars on earth.

Ouyang Rong looked at the lights of early fishing boats on the river in the distance, and recalled what Qin Jingqin had asked him with a confused expression when he was plowing the fields in the afternoon after learning about his choice.

"You go back to Xunyang, little Sima, what can you do?"

"It's the same as Mr. Hu Guogong, who is idle at home." He replied.

"Same?"

"Be the door god of the people of Xunyang."

(End of this chapter)