I have lived forever since the end of Qin Dynasty

Chapter 314 Peach and Plum Spring Breeze A Glass of Wine
Han 28th year, February [-]th.

The Marquis of Yangxia resigned from the position of Prime Minister and returned to Dai.

The commotion this incident caused in the Chu region was no less than that of Earth Dragon turning over. Many nobles who lived in seclusion left their fiefdoms and went to Yangxia in person.

Even though several Chehous were bedridden, they were still concerned about the matter and sent their favorite juniors there.

The king of Chu, whose hunting activities had decreased in recent years, led a group of people to march westward along the road from Yingdu after the fifteenth day of the first lunar month, with the intention of bringing all the delicacies and game along the way.

People also saw the main gate of the Huaiyin Marquis' Mansion wide open, and a large number of cars driving out of it. According to normal sayings, except for the emperor's envoys, no matter how high your status is, it is rare to see him when you come to visit.

As the news of Yang Xiahou's carriage getting closer and closer, the curiosity of the people in Chu area reached its peak.

After all, it is winter and spring plowing has not yet begun, which is a rare rest time in the year.

The vast majority of people have nothing to do at home. Even if something new happens in the village, it will be talked about dozens of times, let alone a major event like the return of Marquis Yang Xia that shakes Chu.

At the entrance of a certain market, before the morning market officially became lively, everyone had their own "opinions" on this.

An old man wrapped in a sheepskin coat smacked his lips and said: "Yang Xiahou's return to his hometown is really impressive. I have seen the county magistrate come in and out of the government office a lot these days."

"That's right." The middle-aged man with a long beard rubbed his hands and responded. The temperature in the early morning was too low and made him shiver with cold. He used this to divert his attention and said, "Especially the officers patrolling the streets in recent days. You can see it a few dozen steps up."

"This kind of pomp is probably even worse than that of the emperor." The old man recalled at this time, "Emperor Gao came back once, Emperor Hui came back once, and they were all in this formation."

Two or three steps behind these two people stood a young man with a simple and honest face, with a load of eggs at his feet.

Listening to these conversations, he couldn't help but feel a little itchy, so he asked curiously: "Is the Marquis of Yangxia you two mentioned and Chen Lu brotherly?"

I have heard the name "Yangxiahou" before.

About half a year ago, when a group of good people wearing gray and black linen clothes were preaching about new farm tools in their village, their leader was named Chen Lu. The name someone nearby seemed to refer to him seemed to be related to "Yang Xiahou".

The old man and the middle-aged and bearded man looked at each other and immediately laughed.

This statement is even wilder than ordinary wild history, and the sons have become their father's brothers.

After laughing for a while, the middle-aged and bearded man unexpectedly felt that he was no longer cold.

So he shook his head again and said to the honest young man: "The Chen Lu you just mentioned is the second son of the Marquis of Yangxia. The Marquis of Yangxia's name is Chen Luo, and he is a well-known big shot."

"How big is it?" The honest young man was confused.

"Uh..." the middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, somewhat at a loss for words, "In short, it's very, very big."

On the contrary, the old man next to him added: "Yang Xiahou was the prime minister in Chang'an before. He is half a head lower than the emperor. Everyone else trembles when they see him."

"That's really big." With the intuitive description, the honest young man immediately agreed.

He then asked: "Then he is so majestic, why doesn't he stay in Chang'an? I heard that there are thousands of high-rise buildings there, the streets are wide enough to hold a market, and the houses are all made of pearls and jade."

"It's not that exaggerated. I've been to Chang'an once. It's just a bigger and wider city." The old man waved his hand.

If I were really ignorant, I would probably be stunned by the young man in front of me.

After the "rumor refutation" was over, the old man remembered that he had not yet answered the other party's previous question, and couldn't help but want to start a long speech.

Why did Yang Xiahou choose to return home?

This is probably not unrelated to the changes in the court situation.

Yang Xiahou was a minister under the previous emperor. Even if he was a trusted minister, it has expired by now.

If Emperor Gao was still alive, he would still be the prime minister, but the problem is that Emperor Xiaohui is no longer alive.

Moreover, in today's court, the hero faction is obviously not very popular with the current emperor.

If Yang Xiahou goes to Chang'an to get involved in political affairs, if there is any conflict, he probably won't have much advantage.

What's more, he is still the Prime Minister of the country. With this status, if he were the emperor, he would be wary and dare not trust everything.

After thinking about it again and again, the old man found that there were loopholes in the basis of these reasons. There was no problem in coaxing the honest young man in front of him, but he couldn't deceive himself.

So after pondering for a moment, he sighed leisurely: "When this person gets old, he always wants to go back to his hometown and be buried in the familiar land."

"As I get older, I always want to come back. I miss you all. I want to drink wine and cook mandarin fish together." Chen Luo looked at those familiar faces that were different from his memory, and couldn't help but feel the wind and wash away the dust. The toasts were made with emotion at the banquet.

If he accepts Liu Heng's conquest and goes to Chang'an again, he may not be able to gather a force in the court.

Although Shusun Tong resigned, his disciple named Zhao succeeded him as Taichang, and Zhang Cang, who was getting stronger and stronger as time went on, still served as the imperial censor in high spirits.

These high-level connections are still there, so it couldn't be easier to reorganize the faction.

And as long as he lives, Liu Heng must still give him the face he deserves.

After all, he had to wait until Chen Ping passed away before he took any substantial action against the Heroes Faction. Before that, even if he slapped him, he would give him at least two sweet dates.

But I am tired. At the age where I know my destiny, it is time to enjoy the blessings. There is no need to scheming all day long.

"I've been waiting for you to come back Jiang Ning for a long time. Dai Di is still in the north of Zhao Di. I don't know how bitter and cold it is, but it can't compare with the climate of our Chu Di." Xiang Yu answered and smiled heartily.

His beard and hair are already half a century old, but he has not lost his momentum. His arms look strong and powerful, and he is not like ordinary old people who worry about being blown away by the wind when they walk.

According to Xiang Yu's own words, he gained a lot on the way from Yingdu to Yangxia. He shot and killed more than fifteen jackals and foxes, and also wounded a tiger, but it escaped into the forest and followed a stream. He hid the traces of his injuries and finally let it escape.

Han Xin fell aside and muttered softly: "The land of Dai is bitterly cold in winter and warm and cool in summer. If you need to attack it, you should prepare enough food and grass in March and April, send troops in May, and capture it before September. If you want to attack Dai, you can... …”

Listening to Xiang Yu's complaints, Chen Luo responded with a smile: "It's a bit cold in Daichi, but the terrain is open and deer and wolves can often be seen in the countryside.

I only hunt two or three times a year, and each time I can shoot two or three deer and a dozen hares.

If Brother Yu were there, he would probably have to arrange a special convoy for placing prey. "

"Oh, that's a pity." Xiang Yu patted his thigh, obviously feeling regretful.

There are many mountains in the Chu land, and the prey is hidden in the forest. Every time there are too many people following me, those clever guys will always be scared away, which is not fun at all.

The flat and open terrain of Daidina is an excellent hunting place.Thinking of this, Xiang Yu drank two sips of wine with some depression. He was about to ask the attendant to refill the wine, but when he raised his head, he saw Yu Ji staring at him, mouthing "there are three glasses left."

So he became even more depressed.

Chen Luo didn't pay attention to Xiang Yu's situation.

At this time, he turned his head and found that Han Xin was lowering his head and silently gesticulating something on the table with his right hand.

This means that the entire map of the world is basically stored in his mind. Every time some new ideas come up, he can simulate them at any time. What he is simulating now is how to send troops to attack Dai from Guanzhong.

"Brother Han, Brother Han."

It wasn't until Chen Luo called twice that Han Xin reacted and immediately apologized: "I was distracted, I'll punish myself with a drink."

"I'll have a drink with General Han." Xiang Yu, who was sitting opposite, also raised his glass, turned his head and gestured to Yu Ji, "Doesn't this count as a drink?"

"Calculate."

Xiang Yu silently raised the cup high, but in the end he was reluctant to drink it all. He only drank two-thirds and saved the quota.

Chen Luo found that compared to Xiang Yu, who had a few more wrinkles and half his hair was gray, Han Xin had changed a lot.

He has lost a lot of weight, and his expression is reserved and quiet. He sits like a wood carving without saying a word, making it difficult for him to attract the attention of others.

If you didn't know that he was Han Xin, the eternal warrior immortal, I'm afraid judging from the thick layer of calluses on his right hand, you would have mistaken him for an old ordinary scribe.

"What progress has been made in the military books written by Brother Han over the years?" Chen Luo asked casually.

Han Xin shook his head and said: "There is not much progress. I am still revising and revising it, but I can't write the truly perfect military book in my heart."

Chen Luo asked in surprise: "Why is this?"

I feel that the No. 30 seventh edition or the No. 30 ninth edition of "Huaiyin Bingshu" I read more than ten years ago are perfect enough. Every time I read them again, I can gain new insights from them.

Han Xin rubbed his chin and said: "The situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly. I want to write about all the situations, but that is simply impossible.

Sometimes I think that it is better to have no books at all than to have no books at all. Writing military books for so long may not provide much help to future generations.

Thinking about it later, they were just a way of masturbating when I felt bored, and I no longer deliberately pursued perfect military strategies. "

"This is a good mentality. I'd like to toast you. I hope Brother Han can write a perfect military book as soon as possible so that I can open my eyes." Chen Luo raised his glass.

Heaven cannot tolerate perfect things, but if anyone can create a truly perfect military strategy in the past 500 years, then I believe that only Han Xin has the qualifications.

The banquet entered a lively stage. A young man stood up and saluted and said: "To Mr. Chen, please perform a sword dance to fulfill my father's wish."

Chen Luo was stunned for a moment, then said happily: "Your father's wish is to come to sword dance?"

I am indeed a little surprised by this, but there is still such a request?
However, Xiang Yu reminded him: "Jiang Ning, this is Zhuang's son. He was ill last year and couldn't come here, so he asked Xian'er to come instead."

"I see." Chen Luo suddenly realized that if the other party was a descendant of Xiang Zhuang, all this would be easier to explain.

When I was in Daidi, I had several correspondences with Xiangzhuang.

During their communication at that time, they mentioned the Hongmen Banquet and discussed with great interest the scene of the first meeting of numerous generals from Chu and Han. The topic naturally turned to "Xiangzhuang Sword Dance".

Xiang Zhuang obviously considered it an honor for him to perform at such a memorable moment.

We had a great time chatting in the letter, and also said that when Chen Luo returned to Chu land, he would come to the banquet to give him a sword dance, but he was sick in bed and could not fulfill Xiang Zhuang's promise in person, so he sent his son to fulfill the promise.

"Please dance with the sword." Chen Luo nodded to Xiang Xian solemnly.

After Xiang Xian bowed and saluted, he took a long sword with exquisite patterns from the attendant's hand.

At first, he just flipped his wrists to make sword flowers, but in an instant, his whole arm was shaking, as flexible as a petrel flying in the rainstorm. Gradually, he devoted himself to the sword dance, Light and shadow danced on the tip of his sword, and everyone cheered with each step as he moved across the open space.

When it is gentle, it is the drizzle falling on the windowsill at night.

When it is long, the stream flows down the mountain.

When it is heroic, it is the roar of rolling rocks falling to the bottom of the valley.

What a sword dance!
Most of the young people at the banquet praised Xiang Xian's exquisite skills, which amazed them.

And those old people with graying beards and hair all had melancholy looks on their faces.

This is really a familiar feeling.

"Cai, very strong." Long Qie, who was already drowsy and even dozing off while sitting, stared at Xiang Xian intently.

When the Qin Dynasty was overthrown, a banquet was held after every victory in a battle. Everyone washed away the smell of blood, happily compared their military achievements, secretly drank two glasses of wine, and ate the perfectly stewed food. Elbow.

Xiang Zhuang often appeared on the stage when the atmosphere was the most lively and performed a round of sword dance, attracting the full house's excitement.

However, after the founding of the Han Dynasty, Xiangzhuang was granted the title of Marquis Pinggao. With this burden, it would be very difficult for me to see his sword dance again. In the past seven or eight years, I only had the impression that Two or three times, it’s not satisfying at all.

But Xiang Xian's sword dance in front of him made him regain his previous feelings.

The corners of Long Qie's mouth slightly raised, he raised the glass and wanted to drink it all in one gulp, but he remembered the doctor's advice, so he only took a shallow sip, just to satisfy his cravings.

Xiang Xian danced for a quarter of an hour.

After it was over, before he could wipe off the sweat on his forehead, he held his sword and saluted everyone at the table.

There was silence for a moment, and then Chen Luo slowly clapped his hands.

Xiang Yu praised with a smile on his face: "I think at this age, Zhuang, apart from having a bit more murderous spirit in the sword dance, I can't compare to you in terms of skills."

Others at the table also cheered and expressed their excitement.

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It comes like thunder to absorb its wrath, and ends like the clear light of the river and sea. ——"Sword Dance"

(End of this chapter)