Tang Dynasty: The seventh rank of official residence, and you will be given the Ten Thousand People

Chapter 72: Someone from the imperial court.

After dawn, Fan Xin woke up leisurely and saw no one in the room. He got up, put on his clothes and walked outside.

A thick layer of snow fell in the yard at some point, and several subordinates in cotton robes were cleaning the road.

Seeing him coming out, Zhang Huan put down his broom and walked over with concern.

"President Fan, your body has not recovered yet, so you should go back and lie down."

"It's okay. Come out and see the brothers who died in the battle. Where are they placed?"

Mentioning the fallen Qian Niuwei, Zhang Huan's eyes darkened and he led him to the backyard.

I saw more than 200 corpses lying densely in the open space.

These corpses were all wearing flying bear suits and red coats. They were lying in the snow with pale faces, and their eyes were looking at the dim sky.

Snowflakes fell on them, covering them with a thick layer of snow.

"Yang Qing was stabbed three times in the chest, and Zhao Hu had his neck chopped off."

"Li Lang and I just put them into a brand new Qianniu suit." Zhang Huan said in a low voice.

Fan Xin nodded silently, walked to Yang Qing and knelt down to touch their faces, with a trace of sadness in his eyes.

He remembered that at the last moment, Yang Qing and Zhao Hu rushed towards more than ten times the number of enemies to protect him, and did not take a step back until they died.

Fan Xin may never be able to repay this life-and-death friendship in his lifetime.

Thinking of this, Fan Xin took out the only 180 taels of silver from his arms and handed it to Zhang Huan.

"You and Li Lang go buy two hundred and two good coffins and let the brothers dress warmly before returning to Luoyang."

"By the way, I will give the 2 taels of gold in my official room to the bereaved families of all the soldiers who participated in the defense of the city. They have made such great contributions and the court cannot fail to account for them."

After receiving the silver, Zhang Huan's expression changed slightly: "You must not do it, Governor Fan! The silver is given to you by the imperial court to act as the bottom of the box."

"Yes, once the ministers of the DPRK and China know that you gave gold pensions to the fallen soldiers, it will be time to impeach you." Li Lang said worriedly.

However, no matter how the two persuaded him, Fan Xin remained unmoved.

Seeing this, Zhang Huan sighed and went to buy a coffin with Li Lang. Fan Xin was the only one left in the huge backyard, kneeling in the snow, letting his tears fall silently.

a long time.

A tall and beautiful figure came to the backyard and sighed when she saw blood dripping from the corner of Fan Xin's mouth.

"You were injured too badly. If you continue like this, the wound will recur and you will die."

Although Fan Xin claimed that he only suffered minor injuries, Xiao Jing, who had been on the battlefield for many years, could not see that he had reached the point where he was exhausted.

Fan Xin was silent for a while and then said: "These people could have lived a decent life, and it is because of me that they are lying in this land of ice and snow."

Seeing Fan Xin sinking into self-blame, Xiao Jing shook her head secretly. This was the first time she had encountered an official who valued affection and righteousness.

So he spoke in a gentle tone.

"Generals died in hundreds of battles and returned with their bodies wrapped in horse leather. They are soldiers of the Tang Dynasty. It is an honorable thing to die for the country."

"Perhaps history will not remember their names, but their spirit will be destined to last forever and last for generations to come."

Hearing these words, Fan Xin took a deep look at the silent body and stood up from the snow.

Xiao Jing was right. Whether it was Yang Qing, Zhao Hu or Wang Hua Fang soldiers, they all died for the country. Their deeds were enough to be recorded in the history of the Tang Dynasty. Maybe one day she will have this day.

So you must cheer up before the war comes.

At this thought, Fan Xin turned to look at Xiao Jing: "You internal guards have been lurking in Yingzhou for so long, but you still haven't found the real Zhao Wenhui?"

Whether Zhao Wenhui knew it or not, he must bear the primary responsibility for the Yingzhou case.

Xiao Jing hesitated and said: "The inner guard found it in the secret room of the Protectorate. According to him, he was imprisoned when he first took office. He doesn't know anything else."

"However, according to our investigation, Zhao Wenhui's situation is very complicated, and it is possible that he was behind the great changes in Yingzhou." "The so-called fake Zhao Wenhui is just a cover."

Fan Xin frowned and said thoughtfully: "So, the fake Qiao Feiyan placed next to me should have been arranged by Zhao Wenhui, and I don't know where it really is."

Recalling what Ruhua said before her death, Qiao An did not die because of discovering the fake Zhao Wenhui.

Then it is very likely that he learned the purpose of the real Zhao Wenhui and was killed by the other party.

"I am sending people to look for Qiao An's daughter. Only by getting that memorial can the court catch all Zhao Wenhui and the people behind him."

"Before this, we could only turn a blind eye." Xiao Jing said helplessly.

While he was talking, Liu Zi ran over and gasped.

"Master, please go to the front hall and have a look. The messenger sent by the imperial court has arrived and wants you to go over."

"Messenger?"

Fan Xin and Xiao Jing looked at each other and said to Liuzi: "Lead the way."

A group of three people came to the front hall and heard the maid's screams and arrogant curses from quite a distance away.

Fan Xin walked into the hall and saw a man in white with swollen eyes pressing on the maid and gnawing at her.

Next to him, an old chamberlain sat in front of a chair and drank tea with a smile.

Seeing Fan Xin walking in, the man in white touched the maid's face, walked closer and said arrogantly.

"You are Fan Xin?"

"good."

The young man looked Fan Xin up and down and sneered.

"I thought the person guarding Yingzhou was a powerful person, but it turned out to be a young man."

"The Khitan people are really useless. If I had known this, I would have brought a few slaves here."

Noticing that Fan Xin's face was not good-looking, the waiter quickly stood up and smiled.

"Fan Governor, please calm down. This is Wu Yanyi, the third son of Wu Shangshu, who was ordered to announce your return to Luoyang together with the old slave."

"You have made great achievements this time, and you will inevitably be promoted again when you return."

Others don't know it, but Manager Lu knows very well that the young man in front of him is fearless when it comes to his temper. If he is angered, no one will get good results.

I heard that the Queen Mother wanted to announce her return, which was exactly what Fan Xin wanted.

He wanted to send Qianniuwei's body and Wang Hua's money back to Luoyang, and on the way apply for military merit for Fang Bing and others, so that they could not be nailed to the pillar of shame because of Zhao Wenhui.

"In this case, the two of you will wait for a while, and we will return to Luoyang together after I have restrained the brothers who died in the battle."

"It doesn't matter, Governor Fan can just go and do his own thing." Manager Lu smiled and nodded.

Just as the three of them were sitting in the hall drinking tea silently, Wu Yanyi suddenly said.

"President Fan, I heard that you gave the 2 taels of gold pension given by Zhao Wenhui to those humble soldiers. I wonder if this is the case?"

As soon as he said this, Manager Lu's heart trembled and he secretly screamed, "It's terrible."

Everyone in the officialdom knew that Fan Xin had a strong personality and valued the soldiers the most. Wu Yanyi humiliated the soldiers in front of him, which made him want to live.

Sure enough, after hearing these words, Fan Xin put down his teacup and said calmly.

"In Mr. Wu's opinion, how should this gold be disposed of?"

"Of course I will hand it over to you and take it back to Luoyang. Do these despicable soldiers deserve a gold pension?" Wu Yanyi said disdainfully, crossing his legs.

(End of this chapter)