Rebirth of the Tang Dynasty's strongest consort

Chapter 494
The Jade Rabbit ascends to the east. Compared with the deserted Chang'an City after the curfew in the past, it is destined to be much more lively tonight.

"Go away! Don't recognize me? How dare you check my curfew?"

"Things that don't have long eyes, this is the sedan chair of Prime Minister Du of the current dynasty!"

"Brother, the old man Wei Zheng broke the ban tonight, it's really... why are you running?"

That night, the night watchmen seemed to be carrying bad luck, and they found out about the three princes of Jiuqing several times in a row. Except for Wei Zheng and Du Ruhui, who were easy-going and easy-going, they were almost scolded in the middle of the night.

Compared with the sweltering dog-day night, Chang Sun Chong's death was even more disturbing.

Fang Yiai sat in the main hall, chatting with Yang Bo, Ma Zhou, and Du Ruhui. Following Fan Jin's voice, Wei Zheng also walked into the main hall slowly.

"Uncle Wei." Fang Yiai cupped his hands and saluted, and said with a wry smile, "I didn't expect to alarm my uncle."

"Hi!" Wei Zheng waved his hands discouraged, and murmured, "Changsun Wuji purposely asked someone to circle Changsun Chong's coffin around Chang'an City, for fear that others would not know that his son died for the country."

When Wei Zheng sat down, Yang Bo held a cup of tea and snorted coldly, "Hmph! He's just taking the opportunity to make a big fuss."

"Changsun Chong died on Wuma Road." Du Ruhui stroked his long gray beard and sighed softly, "Everyone knows that Ha Michi laid the ambush, but Changsun Chong was recommended by Yiai."

"That's not the point! The point is that Yi Ai once defeated Ha Michi in Wuma Road. This strategist wanted to "repay him with the way of the other" but he didn't realize that he killed the wrong person in a daze!" Ma Zhou added .

Yang Bo put down the teacup, stretched out his sleeve to wipe the tea from the corner of his mouth, and muttered, "It's just that I bumped into Changsun Chong. If I use my love as a soldier, I'm afraid Ha Michi won't be able to succeed."

Seeing Yang Bo speak for her, Fang Yiai gave him a thankful look, then cupped her hands and said, "Uncle Yang, I wonder how much was damaged in the First Battle of Wuma Road?"

Yang Bo rolled his eyes at Fang Yi'ai, stretched out two fingers, and gestured, "Here, no more, no less, exactly [-]!"

"Ten thousand soldiers?"

"[-] rations and sergeants?"

"Ten thousand infantry?"

Faced with the guesses of Ma Zhou, Wei Zheng, and Du Ruhui, Yang Bo sighed, and said in pain, "Ten thousand elite riders!"

"Ha Michi imitated Yi Ai, and when Chang Sun Chong led his troops into Wuma Road, he asked people to block the exits at both ends."

"Unfortunately, Changsun Chong is not Ha Michi. Facing the locust-like arrows, he fought hard for two hours without breaking out of the encirclement."

After hearing Yang Bo tell the story of Changsun Chong's battle at Wuma Road that day, Fang Yiai raised eyebrows and asked worriedly, "Where are Cheng Chubi and Xue Rengui?"

"That's right, the little general didn't come to meet him?" Ma Zhou knew very well that Fang Yi'ai and Cheng Chubi and the others had a very close relationship, seeing the worry on the little friend's face at this moment, he couldn't help but chimed in.

"Huh! Otherwise, Changsun Chong is a damned ghost!" Yang Bo slapped the table angrily, and said with a straight face: "The scouts at Yanmen Pass discovered that Ha Michi sent cavalry to lure the enemy. Cheng Chubi, Xue Rengui, and Hou Balin three People want to go and follow what is called, but guess what?"

"What's the matter?" Du Ruhui asked curiously while eating the lychees.

"Eldest Sun Chong was afraid that the three of them would take the credit, so he insisted on leading his troops to chase after him!"

As soon as Yang Bo said this, Fang Yiai was silently speechless, "This is really a damn ghost!"

"It's not absolute, what's more, it's still behind!" Yang Bo took a sip of herbal tea and continued: "Yuchi Baolin went to the Chinese army to collect food, and on the way back, he passed Sanchakou. Turkic cavalry, I wanted to go to help, but when I got to Wuma Road, I was scolded and came back!"

Holding a citrus in his hand, Wei Zheng raised his eyebrows and said with a wry smile, "Young man, you are eager to make contributions!"

"That's right!" Du Ruhui spat out the fruit core, shook his head and said, "Ever since the eldest princess got another wife, Changsun Chong has been living in the shadow of the last love. I'm afraid the previous greedy efforts were just to prove himself."

"It doesn't matter if you prove it or not, but now not only have you lost [-] fine riders, but you've also lost your size!" Yang Bo pulled out his folding fan from his sleeve, flashed it twice, glanced at Fang Yiai, and wailed. Said: "It also pushed the last love to the cusp."

"That's right." Fang Yiai clapped his hands, and said rather helplessly: "Right now, all the civil and military courts think that Chang Sun Chong is a scapegoat I deliberately threw out, right?"

While several people were chatting, Fan Jin quickly walked into the main hall with his robe lifted, cupped his hands and said, "Duke Ming, the banquet is ready."

Looking at the moon and stars outside the door, Fang Yiai nodded slightly, "Understood, Master Fan, please go to the wine room to bring a jar of good wine."

"Hey! I'm talking about Fang Jun, you iron cock!" Yang Bo stood up and scolded with a smile: "Our old brother came to your house to discuss countermeasures a few nights, just bring a jar of wine?"

Seeing that Yang Bo didn't know how powerful the "distilled wine" was, Fang Yiai raised her mouth slightly, cupped her hands and said, "Uncle can drink as much as he wants!"

"It's almost there!"

Looking at Yang Bo and smiling, Fang Yiai said to Fan Jin: "Ask the boy to put the banquet in the main hall."

After a while, the banquet was ready in the main hall, Fang Yiai and five people just took their seats, but Fan Jin walked in again.

Seeing that there was nothing in Fan Jin's hands, Fang Yiai frowned slightly, "Master Fan is this?"

"Duke Ming, Ouyang ledeng, Yu Shinan, Chu Suiliang, uncle, and third master are here."

"Ah?" Seeing a lot of distinguished guests coming, Fang Yiai hurriedly got up to greet them, and when Zhenguan Sankai, Fang Yizhi, and Fang Yi were invited into the main hall, Fang Yiai ordered Fan Jin to prepare more drinks and dishes, It seemed to him that the guests who came tonight hadn't arrived yet.

"Old man Ouyang, when will you write us a set of calligraphy?" Yang Bo joked with Ouyang Xun with a smile.

"Hand hurts these days, and I can't write anymore." Ouyang Xun smiled slightly, sitting beside Du Ruhui, chatting with Yang Bo.

When Fan Jin moved out the distilled wine, Fang Yiai personally took out the cups and poured water and wine for several people one by one, and said with a smile: "Several uncles, let's have a taste."

"Yeah, it's so mellow."

"You can tell it's good wine just by smelling it."

"This wine is like clear water, it's really rare."

"Well, this old man is going to write a poem about this wine."

"Come on, what are you doing? I'm here to discuss countermeasures, drinking and composing poems?" Yang Bo raised his head and drank a large cup of wine.

"Ah! It's so spicy! It's so choking! The old man's stomach seems to be roasted by fire!" Yang Bo drank a cup of herbal tea in one breath, and only then covered the smell of wine.

"Look at you, what's the rush?"

"That's right, a dignified Minister of the Ministry of War, why are you so anxious?"

Several people laughed heartily, while Yang Bo was joking, he couldn't help forgetting about Changsun Chong's death.

"What's so joyful?" Hearing Fang Xuanling's voice, the three brothers Fang Yizhi, Fang Yiai, and Fang Yize got up quickly and came to the hall door to greet their father, but they saw Li Xiao, the king of Hejian County. Gong Zheng was standing beside Fang Xuanling, the two of them came with smiles, but they were the top civil servants and princes in the dynasty.

"Daddy, my lord."

The three brothers saluted in unison, welcomed Fang Xuanling and Li Xiaogong into the main hall, and started a lengthy greeting and discussion with everyone.

On this side, the Zhuangyuan's mansion was full of voices, while on the other side, the Changsun's mansion was full of desolation.

In the grand eldest grandson's mansion, all the eaves and window lattices were covered with white silk, and there were two white lanterns hanging at the gate of the mansion. Anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that this was a spectacle of someone dying in the mansion.

In the second hall of the Changsun Mansion, brothers Changsun Jin, Changsun Dan, and Changsun Run knelt before the coffin, and a huge gloomy wooden coffin was parked in front of them.

"Brother, brother was framed to death by Fang Jun!"

"That's right, elder brother was killed by Fang Yiai!"

"The person who died on Wuma Road should have been Fang Jun! Our eldest brother died so unjustly!"

The Changsun Jin brothers wept uncontrollably. As the eldest son, Changsun Chong took great care of his brothers on weekdays. Now he has died tragically. In addition, after he took office as the military governor, Fang Jun recommended him. For a time, there were hundreds of people in the Changsun Mansion, all of whom shared the same hatred He regarded Fang Yiai as the culprit who killed Chang Sun Chong.

In the study, Changsun Wuji sat in front of the desk, looked at the rice paper on the desk with tears in his eyes, and muttered to himself, nine of the ten sentences were with Changsun Chong.

"Chong'er, I will seek justice for you as a father!"

After finishing speaking, Changsun Wuji got up angrily, pointed at the rice paper and said bitterly, "I will wait for your life!"

Following Changsun Wuji's gaze, I saw two people's names written on the rice paper—"Ha Mi Chi" and "Fang Jun"

(End of this chapter)