Chasing King

The news of fengjiajun's entry into Guangning was soon broadcast to Liaodong. Many neighbors not far from Guangning rushed into the city to see the elegant demeanour of the first army in the world.

Li Boyun, governor of Liaodong, Han Zhaoxing, commander in chief, Qian Anrong, governor of Guangning, and other important officials in Liaodong region, took civil and military generals to the south gate at dawn to meet each other. Yuan Mao and Yuan Shaoxu were also on the list.

Although the governor of Liaodong was above fengjianping, fengjianping was also the first meritorious General of Dasheng. Therefore, the officials who usually went to Sima Xiangche did not dare to complain after drinking the cold wind.

At noon, we saw banners on the ground, a snake like cavalry in front, infantry in the back, safely and orderly toward Guangning Wei.

"Coming, coming!" Yuan Nanyu exclaimed excitedly.

Early in the morning, they ran to the wall and looked into the distance. On weekdays, Yuanmao did not allow them to go up to the city wall, but today, all the generals and generals went to the gate to wait for orders. The temporary guards didn't know the rules. Seeing that they were the sons of thousands of families, they didn't stop them.

Yuan Sikong pressed yuan Nanyu's head and pressed him down: "Shh, keep your voice down. If you are found by your father, you will be scolded again."

Yuan Nanyu poked her head excitedly: "second brother, you see, that's the wolf flag of Feng Jiajun."

Yuan Sikong looked into the distance and saw a black flag with a bloody wolf's head. The wolf's head roared and showed its tusks. It must be Feng Jianping's handsome flag. After that, there were many banners, large and small, with symmetrical and orderly shapes, colors and numbers. At first glance, they were the perfect teachers.

It is said that Feng Jianping led the wolf as a teacher. He wanted the soldiers to have wolf nature and learn how the wolf cooperated and fought. For many years, he had little success. He made the wolf flag of his family powerful in China and shocked the barbarians. He had become a God in the eyes of the people of Dasheng.

Yuan Sikong looks at the wolf flag fluttering, and a heroic spirit rises in his chest. Which man doesn't dream of his majestic appearance in battle? Although he has already decided to take an official career, it's hard to suppress his blood when he sees this powerful army.

He couldn't help thinking that if there was such a team in Liaodong, how could he lose Qingzhou? If he didn't lose Qingzhou, how could the imperial court give up Liaobei? How could he leave his hometown and his family? In fact, Liaodong was by no means a weak brigade. Liaodong's cavalry was also famous all over the world. But at that time, Liaodong's chief soldier was greedy of military pay and was good at using the flag. He replaced Han Zhaoxing, but he was defeated within two years. He only felt that Han Zhaoxing was incompetent and wanted to grow up soon.

Yuan Nanyu was just as enthusiastic as him. He shook yuan Sikong's arm and cried, "second brother, when I grow up, I'll be a general and a military wolf. I'll use Use leopards to frighten the barbarians

"Then you should practice martial arts well, read more about the art of war, and don't play all day."

Yuan Nan Yu muttered: "second brother, how do you catch the chance to teach me a lesson? It's more and more like my father."

"Because we have high hopes for you." Yuan Sikong knows yuan Nanyu very well. He is intelligent and good at martial arts. He just doesn't like reading and can only play with a few swords. The most important thing is his brain.

Yuan Nanyu perfunctorily said: "I know, I just read it." He looked at fengjiajun with his eyes shining. "I saw King Jingyuan. Wow, what a prestige."

Yuan Sikong looked at the flag. Under the flag, a man with red tassels on his head, gold armour on his back and a war robe on his back. He was wearing a helmet and was still far away. In fact, he couldn't see his face clearly. However, he was still awed by the overwhelming power of the dark tide. There was no doubt that he was the first general of Dasheng in the world, Feng Jianping.

From afar, Feng's army began to divide its forces in an orderly way. Except for a group of light cavalry of 100 people who followed Feng Jianping to Guangning City, the rest camped outside the city.

Feng Jian ran parallel to the south gate. Li Boyun led the officers and generals to meet him. Until Li Boyun came to the horse, Feng Jianping got off the horse meaningfully. The generals also got off the horse and paid homage to the officials of Liaodong.

They couldn't hear what the adults were saying, but they also guessed that it should be some entertainment. Yuan Sikong's eyes were fixed on Feng Jiajun's horse.

Xu Hu, the horseman of guangningwei, once told him that the best horse in the world is the northwest horse. Unfortunately, since shengningzong lost the Hetao area 50 years ago, the northwest horse was once extinct in the Central Plains. Later, he bought it back at a high price through trade, but the quantity was not enough for combat all the year round. Horses like high and cold, and jianma can't be bred on the plateau with vast territory and abundant water and grass. The Central Plains lacks such a natural environment. They have suffered a lot from nomads in the war horses. Their Liaodong horses are rare in the Central Plains, but they are still in short supply.

At present, the best horses in the central plains are the northwest horses bought back with a lot of money to mate with the Qin horses, and the improved Qin horses raised in the Huaixi area. Most of them are supplied to the fengjiajun, so now standing in front of Yuan Sikong's eyes is the best group of horses he can see.

Those horses are obviously stronger than those in Liaodong. They have curly muscles and brilliant hair. Especially the mount of Feng Jianping, whose fur is dark and shiny, and whose posture is vigorous and slender, is one of the best horses in the world.

Yuan Sikong was drunk. After yuannanyu called him for a long time, he came back to himself: "ah?"

"What's the matter with you? Look, how can there be a child who is drooling in his sleep?" Yuan Nanyu laughed.Following yuan Nanyu's direction, I saw a boy who was only seven or eight years old. All the soldiers got off the horse, but he pouted his little buttocks and fell asleep on the back of the horse. His face was full of meat and there were some suspicious saliva stains on the saddle.

Although he can't see the child's appearance clearly from this distance, he is wearing tailored soft armour. His clothes are valuable, and he must have a noble status. It's too much fun to chase the enemy for hundreds of miles with a child? Those who dare to do so will have nothing but king Jingyuan himself. The identity of a child is self-evident.

"Second brother, is he the son of King Jingyuan?"

"Mostly."

"King Jingyuan didn't pay attention to Tartars when he brought a child to fight."

"A well-known general like King Jingyuan will never underestimate the enemy, but with a child It's not serious

For hundreds of years, Wala has expanded from a barbarian who paid tribute to the Central Plains to a serious threat to the kingdom of Dasheng. The valiant and brave cavalry of Wala is undoubtedly the first enemy of Dasheng. King Jingyuan has been fighting with him for more than 20 years. If he slights the enemy, it may lead to disaster. Because of this, they are even more puzzled about the move that King Jingyuan took his young son to go deep into chongdi.

The adults may have finished their greetings and turned to walk inside the city. As soon as Yuan Mao looked back, he habitually looked up at the city wall and saw that two teenagers were sneaking up on it. They were not his own sons.

Yuan Mao's eyes glared, and Yuan Nanyu's legs softened: "it's over. Dad sees us. Second brother, run away!" With that, he ran short.

Yuan Sikong was also startled and pursued yuan Nanyu with a guilty heart.

Yuan Nanyu ran to the stairs. She was so scared that her feet were slippery and she couldn't grasp the ground. She fell down.

Yuan Sikong exclaimed: "yu'er -"

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"the city wall is an important defense area. It's not a place for fun. King Jingyuan is here and the governor is there to greet you personally. How dare you be so presumptuous on such an important occasion Yuan Mao was angry and took the case. He didn't speak very loud, but he was even more intimidated. Yuan Sikong knelt aside and dared not breathe.

Yue Qingshuang whispered: "master, forget it, you see yu'er has fallen like this..." She fondly stroked yuan Nanyu's bruised face. She could hardly see her original face.

"He deserved to fall like this!" Yuan Mao glared at yuan Nanyu.

Yuan Nanyu shrunk her shoulders and said wrongly, "Dad, I'm wrong."

"And you." Yuan Mao looked at Yuan Sikong and said harshly, "you've always been steady. Yu'er is naughty. You don't dissuade him, but you still play around."

Yuan Si hung his head: "the child knows his mistake." He really wanted to see feng Jiajun. He was lucky

Yuan Shaoxu also scolded: "you are my brother. Yu'er has always been the only one to follow. You should set an example. Now yu'er has broken his leg and can't go down to the ground for two or three months. He is a martial arts practitioner. If he leaves any disease and regrets for life, what should you do?"

Yuan Sikong pursed his lips, full of remorse.

Yuan Weiling came forward to make a comeback: "Shaoxu, please say a few words. Doctor Liang said that yu'er's legs can be healed in a hundred days as long as she is quiet. Besides, he's always jumping up and down like a monkey, and it's not entirely to blame. " She touched yuan Nanyu's head. Although she cherished him in her eyes, she didn't let him off. "You dare to be so reckless in the future."

Yuan Nanyu also said: "Dad, don't blame the second brother. I proposed going to the wall."

Yuan Mao glanced at yuan Nanyu: "you asked for breaking your leg, but both of you are at fault for going to the city wall. There are military laws in the army and family rules in the family. You should have committed both military laws and family rules. If you have already been punished, I will not punish you any more. I will go to the ancestral hall and reflect on myself one night. "

"Yes." Yuan Sikong kowtowed and got up to go to Lingtang. He went to the door and turned to have a look. He saw that Yuanmao was frowning to check yuannanyu's leg injury. Yuannanyu made a face at him quietly. His swollen and bruised face was very strange. Yuansikong couldn't help laughing and turned away.

Walking into the hall and hiding the door, Yuan Sikong offered a stick of incense and knelt down in front of the ancestral throne.

The ancestors of the yuan family are displayed in front of them. Yuan Sikong's eyes scan them one by one. Finally, they fall on the spirit cards of two people with different surnames on the edge of the corner.

That's his real parents.

He was no longer related by blood in this world. Yuan Mao moved his parents' spiritual throne to Yuan's house for him to worship.

Although the Yan Family of Taining is not a big family, it is also a scholarly family. The little rich is happy. There was a Jinshi in the family, who was the right servant of the Ministry of rites.

His father was elected in the mid-term examination in the ninth year of Zhaowu, and he failed in the next three rural examinations. Although he was able to be an official, he could only be a county magistrate. His official career was narrow, and it was difficult to be promoted. It was the ambition of scholars all over the world to become a scholar, to join the Imperial Academy, to assist the government, and to build a harmonious society.

His family doesn't worry about food and drink. His father studies and teaches at the same time. At the same time, he spends a lot of time on cultivating him. Like his father, he inherits the sages and is familiar with Confucius and Mencius. He takes loyalty to the monarch and serving the country as his highest ideal. He studies hard and keeps on working day and night.Now his father's idealization is a piece of loess. He is the only remaining blood of the Yan family. One day, he will go to the cabinet to worship the prime minister, benefit the country and the people, and glorify his family. He will fulfill his father's wishes and repay the yuan family for their kindness to him.

Yuan Sikong kowtows to his parents' spiritual throne and also to the ancestors of the yuan family, reflecting on his own faults.

Yuan Mao treated him as if he were his own, but he always remembered that he was not his own child. He was cautious in everything. He was filial to his parents, brothers and sisters, and didn't want to add any trouble to the yuan family. He had never made any mistakes in four years. Now he was so careless that yu'er broke her leg. He was so ashamed that he secretly vowed to double his self-discipline.

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kneeling in the middle of the night, Yuan Sikong's knees were numb and cold. He was so sleepy that his eyelids fell. But he didn't neglect him at all, even if there was no one around. He believed that the spirit of his parents was watching him.

It's a long night. I don't know when it will end. Just when Yuan Sikong is so sleepy that he is about to fall to the ground, the door of the hall is quietly pushed open.

Yuan Sikong wakes up and looks back. Yue Qingshuang comes in with a cape and a bowl of noodles.

"Mother..."

"Well, you've been kneeling like this all the time." Yue Qingshuang put his cloak around him, put his face in front of him, touched his cold little face and said painfully, "it's freezing, it's hungry, let's have something to eat."

Yuan Sikong shook his head: "Dad punished me for kneeling for one night. Don't be disrespectful to my ancestors. Moreover, dad will be more angry when he knows."

"Silly boy, your father can wake up when mosquitoes fly by. Don't you know when I come here. Take a break and have some noodles. "

Yuan Sikong shook his head again with a firm attitude: "mother, I'm introspecting myself. I'm not cold or hungry. Go back to have a rest."

Yue Qingshuang said helplessly: "your temper is really like your father."

Yuan Sikong was ashamed: "mother, don't you blame me?"

"There's nothing wrong with children. Besides, yu'er doesn't matter." Yue Qingshuang looked at Yuan Sikong's handsome and aural face, and her eyes became more tender. "My Yinger died at the age of four, and he gouged out a piece of meat in my heart. It was not until you came to our house that the wound healed. You are my son. Never treat yourself as an outsider. You can make mistakes, understand?"

Yuan Si empty nose a sour, choked "um" a.

Yue Qingshuang stroked his face: "you are as stubborn as your father. My mother won't force you. As soon as it's dawn tomorrow, I'll come for dinner."

"Yes."