Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 165 Enemies, old friends

Chapter 165 Enemies, old friends

After following Mr. Hu around the village for a full circle, and then sitting under the big tree at the end of the village chatting for a while, the two chickens were ready.

A small chicken with tender chicken, made from Shandong style fresh pepper chicken.

The other one is a three-year-old hen, which is a good chicken for making chicken soup!

Add a pot of home-brewed turbid wine and enjoy!
In this village, eating carefully and slowly will only make people worry about neglecting the owner of the village, and wolfing down the food will make the cheeks bulge and there is no time to speak. This is the way to eat that makes everyone smile.

There are not only Zhuangzi's aborigines in this Zhuangzi, but also the wives, children and children of his old generals of the Jia family and Jia Hui's cronies.

Of course, with hundreds of households, one Zhuangzi will definitely not be enough to accommodate them, and it will definitely cause a lot of conflicts.Therefore, several nearby villages were bought by the county government, and Jia Hui chose to break up these people and distribute them to various villages.The conflict between natives and guests has also been balanced.

Next, it will take time to smooth out the contradictions.

After drinking and eating, Jia Hui patted his belly and declined Mr. Hu's efforts to stay. After telling them again to take good care of the rye he brought, Jia Hui and one person carried two and killed them. The chicken left Zhuangzi.

. . . . . .

The nameless temple deep in the Qinling Mountains.

Maybe it once had a name, but the plaque was missing and no one knew what the Taoist temple was called, so it was called Wuming Temple.

The old man sat cross-legged on the futon and looked at the account book.

Sorrow!

Originally, there was Jia Shaozhan who could provide some money, but since he pushed himself to death last month, everyone's pressure to survive has increased sharply. Originally, they could concentrate on practicing battle formations and practicing martial arts, but now there is almost no food left. , how can you still think about practicing martial arts?
Although some people are still donating money to Donggong, it is just a drop in the bucket. Donggong’s biggest income comes from Jia Shaozhan’s affairs!Without Jia Shao Zhanshi's money, his income was directly reduced by half, and the remaining half of the money still needs to be used to build weapons and armor.
Is it possible that he really wants to play the role of a bandit and go down the mountain to steal money and food?

Can't you?
"Alas" Lao Dao put down the account book in his hand slumpedly and looked at the statue of Lao Jun in front of him with a bitter look on his face.

"Master Sun," a young boy wearing Taoist robes, fair and fair-skinned and looking a little bit shabby came in.

"Your Highness, you are here." The old Taoist forced a smile.

The young man looked at the old man cautiously: "Master Sun, you, you are looking for me."

"Your Highness, you must call yourself this palace!"

The old man who looked kind and kind just now suddenly became furious and suddenly glared at the young man.

"I, I, this palace."

"Stand up straight and speak. Look at your cowardly look. You don't look like a prince at all. You are not standing or sitting down, but you are the late emperor's child. You are nothing like the late emperor, not at all!" The old man suddenly stood up like a mad dog, grabbed the young man by his collar, threw him to the ground, and started punching and kicking him.

"Master, I was wrong, I was wrong, don't fight anymore." The young man fell to the ground and huddled up, pleading to the old man.
Seeing the young man's appearance, the old man was even more annoyed. He looked around angrily, picked up the candlestick and smashed it down.
Click!

"Ahhhhh!!!"

With the sound of broken bones, the young man could no longer endure the pain. He clutched his broken left arm and kept struggling and twisting on the ground. He kicked the old man in the stomach and knocked him to the ground. The candlestick was also thrown to an unknown place.
It wasn't just luck or misfortune, Lao Dao's head fell onto the futon, causing no damage other than a kick to the stomach.

"Uh." The old man held his stomach and moved to the young man's side with difficulty, but was so frightened that the young man ignored the pain of the broken bone in his left arm and kicked his legs hard to retreat towards the palace door.

"Your Highness makes atonement. Your Highness makes atonement. I realize my mistake." The old Taoist kept mumbling some nonsense and crawled towards the young man on both hands and feet. The young man couldn't hold on anymore and was so frightened that he howled loudly. started to cry.
It’s like this again, it’s like this again, why am I that person’s son, why, why!

He gave birth to me casually, and then threw my mother and I into the small yard. Every time she got angry, she came back and tortured my mother until she was purple and blue and dying, and even beat me. Even if she died, she would not live. These people The defeated bandit rushed into the small courtyard, killed his mother, and locked himself in a dark box for several days.
Why me!

Am I not the prince you call me?Why do you beat and scold me and often make me hungry for days?
I just want to live my own life with my mother.
Then marry a wife and have children, honor your mother, stay away from that beast, and live a peaceful and beautiful life as a family.

Why doesn't it work?
"Your Highness, please forgive me, Your Highness!"

After all, the pain in his left arm affected the boy's movements. An old man who was kneeling accidentally grabbed his ankle. The old man immediately saved the young man's leg and cried bitterly.

Come again
The young man could only rest his head on the threshold, looking at the statue of the kind-hearted old man with a painful expression.
The young man has long understood that these people who have the hatred of killing his mother are a group of lunatic losers who are immersed in their own world and want to achieve some kind of restoration by striking an egg against a stone!
Losers are not terrible, the terrible thing is that they are crazy!

They will do anything to realize their ideas!
"I forgive you, Master Sun, I forgive you, please let me go." The young man almost begged.

Your wealth and life are all controlled by these lunatics, what else can you do?
Who will save me!

. . . . . .

Regarding the development of Xianbelia with rye, the emperor felt that it was necessary, but the emperor felt that it was not necessary.

It's already bitter and cold in Nuergandusi, but now we have to go further north. Isn't it necessary?Do you really not want to give the exiled prisoners a way out?

However, the two saints had the same attitude towards having another kind of food, they were ecstatic!
I am especially happy to hear that this kind of food can be grown in high mountains and cold places.

If some of these are planted in Qinghai, the food pressure in the northwest can be greatly alleviated. After all, the yield of rye is much higher than that of highland barley.

Moreover, it can also greatly increase the number of troops stationed on the plateau and truly bring the plateau under Da Qi's rule.
But this will all happen in a few years, and the most important thing is to breed first.

At least let’s see how much the yield per mu is.
The group of Rakshasa people are also being escorted to the divine capital. The latest report says that they have entered the customs. It is expected that they will arrive in the divine capital in more than half a month.

It was also the governor's office of the Zuo Army.

The Taiwei sat behind the hall, processing documents.

A request from the Southwest for additional artillery.

The southwest war went very smoothly. The army successfully surrounded King Mang Yingda of Toungoo before he left Lashio City. They also successfully repelled several breakouts by the Toungoo army and severely damaged their ace elephant soldiers. The artillery fire almost completely wiped out the war elephants
The following document is the document Yun Yu came to ask the court about what to do next.

Should we end the war by making this generation's King of Taungoo, or should we destroy Taungoo in one go?
In the past, Yun Yu would not have even asked, and would have gone straight to Huanglong to attack Dongyu.

But after all, the conversation has changed now.
Well, I'll go to the palace later and ask.

"General, new discovery!"

Hu Jiu ran over excitedly and leaned close to Jia Hui's ear. "General, we found traces of the remnants of the East Palace!"

"Huh? How did you find out?"

Feeling happy, Jia Hui asked.

"It's like this. The brothers pretended to be woodcutters and went up the mountain to chop wood. Then they found a group of people hunting together. The various coordinations were very similar to those in the army, but they did not wear military uniforms.

Later, when I went to Lantian Camp to inquire, I found that there were indeed no troops out hunting for tooth festivals.Xiu Yi also came to report that no garrison troops from various places had entered the Qinling Mountains.

The most important thing is that when the brother who was pretending to be a woodcutter was selling firewood in the market at the foot of the mountain, he happened to see the leader of the hunting team selling furs on the street. After buying it, he went straight to the grain store to exchange for grain. By the way, this is the guy. Portrait of the leader. "

Hu Jiuzheng said, taking out a scroll from his arms.

Jia Hui untied the tether and slowly opened the scroll.
Hiss. This gaping mouth looks familiar.
It seems like. Like
Zuo Siyu of the East Palace led the commander Wei Ci!
When she was a child, Jia Hui met him when she and her friends went to the East Palace to play, and he even gave him some sweets from Tang Fu Ji!

Especially this gaping mouth, it was the prince who was assassinated, Wei Ci risked his life to block the knife and was chopped like this!

Back then, I heard that his body was not found when the corpses of the Sixth Army officer were counted. Everyone who was asked by the remaining soldiers led by Zuo Siyu said that he was shattered by a direct hit from the cannon. There were too many people to be liquidated at that time, so they did not look for more. , after all, Wei Ci is just a small commander in charge of thousands of people.
Damn, they are really the remnants of the East Palace!
Seeing his old friend again, Jia Hui was filled with emotions for a moment.

"Continue to follow up and follow that market to check. But again, don't alert the enemy!"

"Yes!"

Hu Jiu took the order and left the festival hall at a trot.

"Hey, finally, I finally caught you. The remnants of the East Palace."

. . . . . .

Xiyuan, Yanguangyuan.

The emperor took Jia Hui here.

The impact of both events was too great, and the emperor could not make a decision on his own, especially if it was related to the East Palace. One mistake could easily make the emperor angry or angry.
It's better to tell the emperor completely.

A burst of Western-style music came from the Yanguang courtyard, mixed with the laughter of some old men and the gasps of girls, which embarrassed the two emperors, Jia Hui and Dai Quan, who were standing at the entrance of the Yanguang courtyard and looked at each other. Incessantly.

"Your Majesty, Lieutenant, I have already informed the Emperor. The Emperor has given instructions to let him finish listening to this song."

There's no other way. You can't break in and watch a 60-year-old gay man having an unobstructed party with a group of little girls without any clothes on.
The emperor and the lieutenant are both decent people!
"Ahem, then I'll wait outside with Captain Jia."

The emperor quickly adjusted his expression to show understanding.

Dai Quan also breathed a sigh of relief. He was really worried that the emperor would break in regardless.
He quickly asked the eunuch next to him to bring two chairs for the emperor and the lieutenant to sit on. Dai Quan apologized to the two of them, then reopened the door a crack and quickly rushed into Yanguang Courtyard.

Nice white boy.
The emperor and the prince looked at each other and smiled knowingly.
As a high-pitched female voice accompanied Hu Le, the emperor and the lieutenant stood up together and straightened their clothes.

Soon, Dai Quan came out from the crack in the door again.

"Your Majesty, Lieutenant, the Emperor has invited you!"

Dai Quan said to the two of them very respectfully.

Without any other words, the two of them stood up holding on to the armrests of their chairs and followed Dai Quan into Yanguang Courtyard.

As soon as I entered the door, I saw a group of blue-eyed, green-eyed, brown-eyed, yellow-eyed and black-eyed girls wearing only white single-layer white gauze clothes quietly leaving. There were four others who were still sitting on the couch that the emperor moved to the courtyard. Girls with loose black, blonde, red and flaxen hair were getting dressed.

The one with hair of various colors must be Hu Ji, and the one with black hair and eyes doesn’t seem to be a Han woman. Judging from the jewelry, she should be a Kham Tibetan woman?

After all, they had endured the emperor's rain and dew, and the girls did not show any shyness in front of the emperor and the lieutenant. They gave a generous Han salute to the two people who entered the courtyard, lined up in a row and left the courtyard with the little eunuch.

The emperor was not so particular. He just put on a pair of shorts and a crane cloak, exposing his chest covered with rich chest hair. He just slumped on the bed and drank from the wine bottle.
"My son pays homage to his father."

"I pay my respects to the Emperor"

"Okay, if you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have anything to say, let it go."

"Yes!"

Sitting on the short pier prepared by Dai Quan, the monarch and his ministers spoke to the emperor.

"Father, I have two things to do here today. The first thing is, Lieutenant?"

This matter is military, and it is best to let the Taiwei decide.

"According to the decree. The Emperor is informed that Southwest Yun Gong has sent a battle report. Yun Gong has surrounded Mang Yingda, the king of Toungu, in Lashio. He asked us whether we should destroy Toungu in one go, or just kill Mang Yingda to frighten all the people in Central and South China. country?"

Jia Hui briefly told the emperor about the affairs in the southwest.

The emperor thought for a moment, and then turned to look at the emperor as if he had thought of something.

"Emperor, what do you mean?"

"My father, the emperor, and my sons are also undecided."

"If you can't make up your mind, then you still have an idea, just tell me!"

"I obey the order!" The emperor just wanted to shirk it and let the emperor take the blame, but when the emperor picked up the plate of fruit and looked at him with an unkind expression, he followed his inner choice.
"Father, I feel that Mang Yingda must die, but destroying Taungyu would be too much, so let's not do this." The emperor carefully looked at the emperor lying on the couch, his two breasts trembling with desire. Go first.
Father, don’t blame me for scheming
"Kill!" The emperor suddenly threw away the quilt and stared at the emperor with red eyes. He jumped up from the couch as if he was possessed by King Daxi across time and space. He kicked off his right foot and jumped to the emperor who was about to run away. In front of the emperor, a long leg covered with hair suddenly kicked forward and knocked the emperor to the ground.

"Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill! Kill!"

 I've been waiting for a long time. This should be last night's update. Today's update is still being written...

  
 
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