Dajing Sun and Moon

Chapter 190 Zhang Xiang, go help the prince!

Jasmine jasmine, also known as magnolia flower, is like a pen at the beginning, and has the earliest flowering season. It can be used for healing and resisting cold and poison.

But around Dongdu, which has been eroded by frost, not to mention winter jasmine, even the roots of weeds have been gnawed away, only the rotten bricks of the city wall fell, and after killing a homeless man, no commotion was caused. The line of long queues spread to the horizon, and their cheeks were chapped by the cold wind from the melting snow. These are the people of the suburban counties.

Ten miles away, on the mountain, the old man with purple beard and tiger eyes who witnessed all this was rarely silent.

It's hard to imagine that during the self-proclaimed prosperous and prosperous Chunxi period, there was such a appalling scene of fleeing famine in Dajing.

Some people say bluntly that the disaster spread and brought disaster to Dajing, and some people frankly said that it was not a natural disaster, but a man-made disaster. Gangneung.

The old man murmured to himself, "Drink Yumen Spring in the north, and eat carved Humi in the south. The green satin is hung on the shoulder, and the Eastern King gave me pears. Your majesty's lifelong wish, the incompetence of the old minister, let me Dongjing down. In such a situation, Mr. Zhang is ashamed of His Majesty, and ashamed of His Majesty's kindness."

He almost choked up, talking hoarsely to himself.

The woman beside her stands proudly in a cage, supporting the old man in silence. Her exhausted posture can hardly conceal her physical and mental exhaustion, but she is more worried. It is said that the old man gallops in the court, but who knows that after two dynasties and three generations, this The kingdom that had already been exhausted physically and mentally and worked hard for it drove him away.

The old man tilted his head, his eyes were gentle, and he said softly: "Girl, did you ever blame me?"

This woman known as a 'women' had a cold eyebrow. After a moment of silence, she pressed her sword and said in a low voice: "Since Your Majesty came to the throne, there will be such a day."

The old man was startled when he heard the words, then nodded, and said in relief: "It makes sense."

He laughed at himself, "It's me, Zhang, who is greedy for power and position."

Zhang Mingyue seemed to be unable to bear it. After hesitating for a moment, her tone eased: "But without you, he wouldn't be able to sit in this chair, and if you hadn't urged us to set up the crown prince quickly, in order to protect the continuation of the country, I am afraid that he will be the Marquis of Xia. The clans can’t be left anymore, heh, if the little jackal from Wanning Palace is really allowed to take the throne, then the Xiahou clan will be wiped out.”

The old man's face darkened, and he said in a low voice, "Presumptuous!"

Zhang Mingyue stopped talking, snorted coldly, but stopped talking.

The old man flicked his purple beard, stared at his tiger eyes, and scolded: "How can you allow others to talk about the emperor's family affairs. If you hear such words again in the future, you will be sent to the Nankang Army immediately."

The woman was about to say yes, but unexpectedly, her face froze when she caught a glimpse of the old man's dangerous eyes.

The old man said angrily: "Don't you know that your father was born here and also lost here?"

Zhang Mingyue was silent.

In the eyes of my old father, all fame and wealth come from Taizong.

Emperor Taizong told him to be optimistic about Shang Shusheng, and Dajing was stable for twenty years.

The old man clapped his hands and smiled, and said with emotion: "Perhaps, this is the best ending."

She seemed to be upset, and snorted coldly, "My daughter doesn't believe him."

The old man smiled and said in a low voice: "Throughout the ages, there have been no princes and generals who are cold-hearted. It is rare to see people like him who are still alive."

Zhang Mingyue's eyes were gloomy, and she subconsciously said: "Then why did you give Shen Shen?"

"Presumptuous!" Zhang Jiangling raised his majesty, and reprimanded: "A sage has no faults, let alone how can a courtier talk about the emperor behind his back."

Zhang Mingyue said coldly: "Fortunately, he didn't kill my elder brother or second elder brother, otherwise I would have entered the Tai Chi Hall to see how much he can resist me!"

Hearing that she was angry because of this matter, the old man's expression softened slightly, his face recovered slightly, and he said in a low voice: "At least your father has never been cunning and dead, so it can be regarded as a good beginning and a good end."

The woman's charming face eased, which is also the luck of the Zhang family.

"If the old man thinks so, I'm afraid he won't even be able to get out of this Shenluo." A banter sounded.

Clang!
Zhang Mingyue suddenly turned around, a sharp blade flew from her waist, and slashed backwards.

There was a loud chi chi sound, and sparks flew everywhere.

The sword light was sharp, cutting down like an arc, chopping the slender long sword in Zhang Mingyue's hand to the ground.

"Mingyue, don't be rude." The old man called out.

Zhang Mingyue glared furiously, and stood by the old man's side, never leaving, like a crazy little tigress.

I saw the sound of the wind blowing, and You Shengxue came walking on the waves in white clothes, with his sleeves hanging down, fluttering like a fairy.

There was a maid holding a sword beside the woman, and she snorted coldly, "Pretending."

The embroidered shoes stomped on the ground silently, the woman smiled half-smile, and teased, "Why, Sister Mingyue is still not convinced? How about we try the sword a few times?"

The old man stood up with his stick, stroking his purple beard, raised his eyes and smiled and said, "Ms. Fang has always gone to the Three Treasures Hall for nothing. I don't know if you are here this time, but what is the saint's order?"

The girl is Fang Xirou, and the one holding the sword by her side is Song Zhuowen.

Fang Xirou restrained her mana, leaned forward and lowered her head, "In front of Prime Minister Zhang, how dare the little girl say the word 'excuse', and come here boldly, in fact, I am asking the Prime Minister to come out of the mountain and go north to help the prince."

As the spring breeze blew, Zhang Mingyue narrowed her beautiful eyes, and said in a cold tone, "When will I, Dajing, need to be worried by the Demon Gate? Chen Shengnv must be too lenient."

The old man's eyes were calm, and after a little silence, he said in a low voice: "But what does His Royal Highness mean?"

Fang Xirou hesitated for a moment, her eyes flashed a bit complicated, she shook her head slightly, and said softly: "No, it's just a request from my saintess."

Of course, there is also an innocent girl who misses her lover and goes to the doctor in a hurry.

Heh, the daughter of a dignified family, who is willing to take risks and trek thousands of miles to chase her lover, I really don't know what's so good about that guy, isn't it just cheating on a kiss, it's just that she can't wash it off, why bother yourself like this.

When this little saint was full of resentment, the old man's eyes were deep and dark, and he gradually became powerful, without anger, Fang Xirou couldn't help but hold his breath with his disdainful attitude.

The old man turned around and stared at the vast number of refugees outside Shenluo City. There seemed to be a trance in his cloudy eyes. He remembered that before His Majesty determined the war, there were many wars in the Great Jing, and the banners of the aristocratic clans were changed every other day. Without a single example, the powerful landlords took advantage of the situation to rise up, colluding with the aristocratic clans and local generals to form a separatist regime, attacking and plundering each other, burning, killing and looting each other, doing all kinds of evil, and finally plunged the people of the world into dire straits.

Now, in just a hundred years, this phenomenon of national subjugation will repeat itself again.

Is he really willing to be "dissuaded" by that person?

Zhang Jiangling remained silent.

Following his silence, the surrounding hundreds of miles were as silent as death.

The old man greeted Fang Xirou to come forward, and the little saint was respectful, put away the only trace of contempt and slack in her heart, "Mr. Xiang."

Zhang Mingyue sneered coldly, a trace of disdain flashed across her eyes, now that she knows how to pretend to be a grandson, wasn't she quite embarrassing just now.

Zhang Jiangling glanced at his daughter indifferently, and she immediately raised her eyebrows.

After deliberating for a while, the old man said slowly: "Nowadays, Dajing is facing internal and external troubles, and dangers are everywhere. Although the two lines of Lingru are different, they also have the responsibility to work together. However, the joint efforts of the two lines are not trivial after all, and it is not appropriate to announce it to others. , I am afraid that it will attract unnecessary criticism from people who have nothing to do with it.

Fang Xirou's face softened, and she smiled sweetly: "Master Xiang is very thoughtful, and this junior has nothing to do with it."

Zhang Jiangling raised his eyebrows, frowned slightly, then waved his hands and said, "If you can't represent Chen Shengnv, then go back and report it clearly before you come again. Both veins live and die."

In this world, there are not many, or even a handful, of superpowers that can endanger the two lines of Lingru and Confucianism, but there are still four or five.

The battle of orthodoxy is far more bloody and cruel than swords and swords.

The little saint didn't dare to underestimate the person in front of her any longer, and bowed respectfully without hesitation: "It's the junior who is rude, I hope the gentleman will not blame me."

Junzi is exactly Zhang Jiangling's title in Confucianism.

But that was many years ago.

Waving his hand, Zhang Jiangling sighed softly: "Forget it, the three religions and nine streams are mixed up, and the monsters and monsters from all sides are about to reappear. If Dajing doesn't stay in chaos for a while, I'm afraid it won't be stable."

Hearing this, Zhang Mingyue couldn't help interjecting, "Father, are we going to Youzhou or not?"

Zhang Jiangling said with a smile: "When did my father tell you that I'm going to Youzhou?"

As soon as these words came out, even Fang Xirou was stunned, and her face changed slightly. Under the meaningful gaze of the old man, she bit her teeth and gritted her teeth: "Master Xiang is going to go back on what he says?"

Zhang Jiangling glanced at them indifferently: "He won't stay in Youzhou for long, he will turn around in three to five years at most, why go so far to chase after other people's ass."

He smiled at Zhang Mingyue again: "Of course, if you want to find His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, you can just go north, and you don't need to worry about me."

"father!"

Zhang Mingyue called out in embarrassment, "That guy is half-hearted and merciful everywhere, how can my daughter fall in love with him, and my younger sister Jiyue is foolish enough to be deceived by that guy, hmph, I really don't know why Jiyue likes him."

Xiao and Zhang are politically hostile, but as daughters, Xiao Jiyue and Zhang Mingyue have no enmity. Among them, Princess Xia Houjing of Zhaoyang played a big role.

She raised her eyes and flashed a trace of worry, "Father, why do you think Uncle Qin is doing this?"

When mentioning Qin Rui of the Zhaoyi Army, one has to be mentioned, that is, Chen Xiren, the censor of the Yushitai, impeached Qin Rui of the Zhaoyi Army for colluding with the general of the East Yan Army, Shen Ling, and bluntly intercepted the private letter of the two generals. He actually had a secret relationship with Sun Yuanhui, who stayed behind in Dongdu, and wanted to exchange the land of Dongdao, Zelu and Luzhou for the support of Zhaoyi Army, so as to seek the position of "state herdsman" in Youzhou.

And after the promise was fulfilled, he joined forces with the Cui family, the Shen family, and the Ziqing Kong family to put pressure on Taikang to help Qin Rui gain the name of "Jiedu" to control the Eastern Capital Shenluo, Ruzhou and other major clans. With Huaiwei Prefecture as the center, the military and political power of Duji Province is called a veritable official of the frontier.

After this book was played, the center of Taikang trembled, and the courtiers were startled. The frontier army in Youzhou, Dongyan Army, stayed behind in Dongdu, and Zhaoyi Army secretly linked up. What is the meaning?
Moreover, they also united with the Cui, Shen, and Kong clans. Is this a mutiny or a rebellion?

The courtiers were surprised and angry, and immediately dispatched a patrol mission headed by the former minister of the Ministry of Punishment, He Jian, Fang Junqiao, who walked in front of the palace, and Fu Xuan, the servant of the Yushitai, to the Dongyan Army to investigate and hold them accountable.

As far as Youzhou's Taikang City, the Dongyan Army is far away, so it can only be comforted for the time being, and then make a fuss later, but if the left behind in the Eastern Capital and the Zhaoyi Army rebel, it will be a deep-rooted worry, especially for this person's identity and background Qin Rui, the special governor of the Zhaoyi Army, as the son of Prime Minister Qin, if the courtiers mishandle it, it may cause turmoil in the political circle of Dajing.

This is not comparable to the impact of the mere "Princess Palace Change". As the No.1 court official of the Great Jing, Qin Daoyuan, Prime Minister of Qin, not only successively served in the three positions of Taizong Dynasty Zhongshuling, Shangshuling and Taiwei, He is also the only terrorist existence who has combined the military and political power of Dajing so far.

When its power was at its peak, officials below the second rank could decide with a single word. Even princes, county kings, and even Xiahou's vassal kings who held the power of local soldiers and horses, if they disobeyed in the slightest, a central decree could kill them Yu fief.

In the context of military officials, no one dared to comment, even Emperor Taizong had to be cautious.

It is conceivable how high his illustrious prestige was in Dajing at that time.

After hearing his daughter's question, Zhang Jiangling raised his eyes, and said slowly with a calm face: "The tiger father has no dogs, and the descendants of Prime Minister Qin are mediocre."

Zhang Mingyue rolled her eyes, and muttered, "I just know how to play bureaucracy."

The old man smiled faintly, turned his head to look at the maid beside Fang Xirou, and said softly, "The governor of Song Dynasty has returned to Beijing?"

Originally, Fang Xirou carefully looked at Song Zhuowen, the No.1 court official of the Great Jing, and she was startled when she heard the sound, which made her pretty face turn pale in fright, and she replied flattered:
"Back to Zhang Xiang, before I left, my father had already arranged the affairs of the family, and he will return to Beijing to report on his work in a few days. According to the schedule, he will arrive in Taikang in half a month."

The old man nodded slightly, his eyes were in a trance, and he sighed softly: "Master Song has guarded Qinzhou for many years, held down the Zelu, Song and Yan clans, and sealed the Taihang bandits into the mountains. Lead the military department to rectify the frontier army system, and adjust the forbidden border, scrape the dead bones, and pick out the rotten meat, thinking that the prince will guard the border to prepare for the enemy. It's all empty."

As the daughter of the governor, Song Zhuowen's appearance is comparable to that of a daughter of a boudoir, otherwise she would not have resolutely followed Fang Xirou to travel around. At this moment, after hearing the emotion of the chief minister of the dynasty, she also felt admiration. With a fluttering mind, he blurted out:

"Zhang Xiang is the pillar of the country. Wherever you are, the Dajing center is there. If you want to rectify the Dajing military affairs, when and where can't you do it? If Taikang refuses, then go north to find His Royal Highness, and assist him. Governance of state affairs is justified, and no one can say anything about it, so why not do such a mutually beneficial and win-win situation.”

As soon as this remark came out, even Zhang Mingyue looked at Song Zhuowen in surprise, as if he was a little impressed. Could this be the prince's broker, who came to be a lobbyist?
Or did the bastard prince include this boudoir girl in his account?

Hmph, men really are half-hearted.

Zhang Mingyue thought indignantly in her heart, as far as she knew, that guy didn't even mention Jiyue, and even provoked some kind of princess with a legacy of subjugation, and a woman cultivating Taoism. Xia Houchun was so fascinated, no, he actually came all the way to find help for him.

It's okay to find someone else, but she found her father, isn't he just a prince, what can he give his father, if he wants to be more famous than An Guogong, or more powerful than the prime minister, if he wants status, Can he stand shoulder to shoulder with His Majesty Taizong? Her father dared to argue with His Majesty Taizong in the court. What can he Xia Houchun give?
Heh, besides, the prince who was jokingly called "the dog of mourning" by the Taikang people can't protect himself now, so how can he talk about recruiting her father, the great Buddha?

I am afraid that going there will make Xia Houchun feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

In short, the current Xia Houchun cannot give Zhang Jiangling what he wants, nor is he worthy of his worth.

(End of this chapter)