Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

"Woo..."

A loud and desolate horn sound rushed into the sky with the wind. Under the command of the horn sound, countless groups of Tatar soldiers and horses slowly merged and merged into one. The black crowd covered the green grassland, like the large shadows cast by the passing rain clouds in midsummer. , the powerful and heavy momentum is as suffocating and intimidating as the stormy waves...

At the right time, on a hillside more than ten miles away from the Tatar army, two brothers, Lei Heng and Liu Meng, the great horses of Lushan, were riding on two strong horses, looking at the continuous land from a distance. The black clouds subconsciously held their breath.

With ten thousand people, it’s boundless; with one hundred thousand people, it’s completely connected to the sky!

There are more than 200,000 soldiers and horses in the dark field in the distance?

After a long time, Liu Meng opened his mouth and exhaled a breath of turbid air, and said with a cruel smile: "It's finally started!"

Lei Heng slowly exhaled a breath and sighed silently with a worried look on his face: "Yes, it has finally begun..."

Since the rare snowstorm in the twelfth lunar month of last year, the two brothers had begun to worry about the situation on the grassland. Every now and then, they would brave the snow and go deep into the grassland to inquire about the movements of the Tatar, Oara and other tribes...

The two brothers have lived outside the country for a long time and know the Tatars very well.

They know very well that in recent years, in order to compete for the dominance of the Mobei Grassland and to unify the grassland again, the Tatars and Oaras have been engaged in fierce internal strife. Most of the hundreds of tribes in the Mobei Grassland, large and small, have either actively or passively involved Into this two-power struggle for hegemony.

The entire Mobei Grassland has been in a state of struggling to make ends meet for a long time.

The rare snowstorm last year was like breaking the fragile lifeline of the Mobei grassland!

Faced with the serious situation of serious livestock casualties and the remaining livestock being unable to feed such a large population on the grassland, there were only two paths left in front of the leaders of the large tribes.

The first one is that everyone should continue to strangle to death, and if half of them are strangled to death, the other half might survive.

The second one is for everyone to put aside their old grievances and go south as a team to do something big. If you win, you will get everything you want, but if you lose... the remaining people can also live.

There are only two ways.

All other roads, whether further north, west or east, are dead ends.

Because those places are either colder or poorer, and you won’t be able to get a few bowls of dry food.

Furthermore, the hundreds of thousands of Wei troops who were watching eagerly on the Great Wall in the south would not just watch them dispatch a large number of young men to attack other places and remain indifferent.

This is a clear sign.

The leaders of the grassland knew this well.

The Wei army guards in the Great Wall also knew it well.

Even thieves like Lei Heng and Liu Meng could see clearly.

Today, when the two brothers saw the converging Tatar soldiers and horses in the sky, they already knew...those Tatar leaders chose the second path!

At this moment, the two brothers felt heavy in their hearts, but they both felt an indescribable sense of relief.

‘That’s fine! ’

When the scimitar hung above their heads, they were worried day and night that the scimitar would fall down at some point.

Now that the scimitar has finally come down, they feel at ease and don't have to worry about it anymore...

If a person dies, a bird will look up to the sky, and he will not die for tens of thousands of years!

What a coward!

"gone!"

Lei Heng took a deep breath and turned the horse's head to return: "After you return, you will lead your brothers on the mountain to settle in the customs. Inform the second brother of the Tatar's movements and tell him to make preparations in advance."

Liu Meng hesitated for a few seconds and whispered: "There are so many of us, can we get in?"

Lei Heng nodded: "It shouldn't be difficult. If the second son's face is not easy to deal with, there is still the second master's face... But after you go there, you have to talk to people well, don't make it difficult for the second son."

"I understand!"

Liu Meng nodded, and finally asked: "What about you?"

Lei Heng lowered his head and said angrily: "I have to hurry up and bring the remaining 30,000 Japanese servants into the grassland and kill them all. We must not let them work as dogs for the Tatars!"

"That's right!"

Liu Meng quickly replied: "But that's an army of more than 30,000 servants, not 30,000 sheep! Are you going to drive them away by yourself? Why don't you stop moving and wait until I enter the gate to call the second son over?" He has been a general in command for so many years, so he must be more skilled at leading troops than the two of us."

Upon hearing this, Lei Heng turned his head and looked at him deeply.

Liu Meng turned his head uncomfortably: "What's wrong? I have flowers on my face?"

Lei Heng said with a smile: "There's nothing wrong with your face, it's just words."

Liu Meng: "What's the word?"

Lei Heng: "The word 'brother'."

Liu Meng: "What rank?"

Lei Heng: "Lao Wu's younger brother Zi'er."

Liu Meng was stunned for several seconds before he suddenly came back to his senses. He let out a disdainful "whisper", but said no more words.

Lei Heng then said: "The Tartars are about to be imprisoned. The second brother must be busy. Don't bother him with such a trivial matter. The eldest brother can do it!"

Liu Meng whispered angrily: "Just take care of him..."

Lei Heng tilted his head: "What did you say?"

Liu Meng replied loudly: "I didn't say anything!"

The two brothers rode their horses side by side for a while. Lei Heng suddenly raised his hand and patted his shoulder: "If you are a big man, of course you have to take care of the little ones like you."

Liu Meng: "Then you wait for me all the way. Whether in water or fire, life or death, we will go shoulder to shoulder!"

Lei Heng: "Okay!"

…

Luoyang, Ziwei Palace and Back Garden.

Zhao Hong, dressed in powerful attire, held a wooden sword with one hand and swung it wildly by the lotus pond.

Nangong Feiying hurriedly entered the back garden, and saw Zhao Hong practicing swordsmanship by the lake from a distance, and couldn't help but slow down...

Zhao Hong caught a glimpse of Nangong Feiying, and his plans immediately became much more urgent.

"call……"

After completing the practice of the "Five Tiger Soul-Severing Knife", a set of techniques that are simple but profound in the sword, Zhao Hong held the wooden knife and slowly exhaled a breath of white mist, and a faint heat evaporated from the pores all over his body with his breath.

"You came just in time!"

After balancing his strength, Zhao Hong picked up the wooden sword and asked enthusiastically: "You are a practitioner, how do you think I am practicing with this set of Five Tiger Soul-Severing Swords?"

Nangong Feiying forced a smile and boasted: "The official family is a genius, and such a simple sword skill can be so powerful in the hands of the official family, slave..."

Zhao Honghu interrupted him with a face: "To be honest, I forgive you!"

"Then I'll forgive you for being rude!"

Nangong Feiying lowered his head slightly and replied with an honest look on his face: "Guan Guan's training method has soft upper limbs, loose lower body, messy body skills, lack of progress and retreat, lack of energy, and frequent distracting thoughts..."

Zhao Hong's face fell: "Huh?"

Are you really telling the truth?

Nangong Feiying looked innocent: "The official ordered me to tell the truth. I dare not deceive you!"

Zhao Hong threw the wooden knife to him angrily: "You can do it, come and try it!"

Nangong Feiying caught the wooden knife, bowed and apologized, then stood up and struck a rockery twenty steps away with his knife from the air without looking back.

"Bang."

With a flash of purple sword energy, the man-high rockery exploded into debris in the sky with a deafening roar, and smoke and dust rose two to three feet high.

Zhao Hong: (⊙⊙)

The next moment, Tang Xiong's figure appeared silently on the bank of Lianchi Lake.

After he glanced around the scene with an expressionless expression, he turned to Nangong Feiying and said coldly: "Nonsense!"

Nangong Feiying put down his wooden sword and clasped his hands respectfully: "This servant is disrespectful in front of you. Please punish me, ancestors."

"No punishment, no punishment..."

Zhao Hong stepped between the two of them, smiled and waved his hands to smooth things over: "I ordered Nangong to perform martial arts in front of the emperor, Nangong just obeyed the order, and he was innocent and innocent..."

As he said that, he stared at Nangong Feiying and looked up and down like he was looking at some rare treasure: "Nangong, your martial arts might be comparable to the seven heroes and the twelve heroes in the world?"

Nangong Feiying replied respectfully: "I would like to report to the official family that my servant is dull in qualifications, has little talent and knowledge, and has not yet made it into the palace. I am afraid that there are still several mountains between me and the top masters like the Seven Heroes and Twelve Heroes in the Jianghu."

"That's it..."

Zhao Hong was disappointed.

Tang Xiong couldn't stand it anymore and said something: "Emperor, don't listen to this little guy's nonsense. Even if his martial arts were in the hands of the twelve tycoons in the world, he could still compete for the upper reaches. The three divisions of the inner court have a hundred thousand Of all the people, the one with the greatest hope of becoming a master is this little brat in front of you!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Hong and Nangong Feiying both said "Ah" in surprise.

Zhao Hong stared at Nangong Feiying with an unkind expression: "Old man, do you know what the crime of deceiving the emperor is?"

Nangong Feiying didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "This... back to the official's house, I definitely didn't mean to deceive you. It's just that I was kept in the dark!"

Zhao Hong looked at him doubtfully: "Didn't you follow Lu Tinggong to Japan? Have you never seen the top masters of the twelve tycoons in the world?"

Nangong Feiying nodded: "I have seen it before. At that time, Xiang Wudi of Jiangdong's Xiang family was the gunsmith among the twelve tycoons in the world, but my current skills are still far behind Xiang Wudi at that time!"

The two looked at Tang Xiong together.

Tang Xiong said with a speechless expression: "How do you compare yourself with a few brats? Of those four little brats, which one is a simple thing?"

When the two heard this, their eyes immediately became strange, as if they were teasing in unison: 'Oh, you called Mr. Lu Ting a bastard! ’

Tang Xiong suddenly came to his senses and said in his heart: 'I...why did I say what was in my heart? ’

He wanted to explain, but it was not easy to explain.

But without explaining, he couldn't keep his face, so he could only snort, flick his sleeves, turn around and walk away, faster and faster.

After the two of them watched him leave as if he was running away, Zhao Hong turned around and asked in a low voice: "Have you ever seen Mr. Lu Ting take action? If he came to wield this sword..."

Nangong Feiying said without hesitation: "If Mr. Lu Ting comes and swings this sword, the entire Ziwei Palace will be split in half by his sword!"

When Zhao Hong heard this, he subconsciously turned his head and glanced at the rockery residue in that compartment, and then looked at his hands.

He silently put his hands behind his back and asked nonchalantly: "You came into the palace, but what important thing do you want to report?"

Nangong Feiying pretended not to notice his little move and whispered: "To report to the official family, I do have two important things to report."

Zhao Hong turned around and walked towards the waterside pavilion by the lake: "Tell me."

Nangong Feiying: "The first thing I want to report is related to Duke Lu Ting."

Zhao Hong turned around in surprise: "Is there any news about Mr. Lu Ting?"

Nangong Feiying nodded repeatedly: "This slave has received the news that eight days ago, Lu Tinggong appeared in the camp of the traitor Yang Zaixian. He severely scolded Yang Zaixian and ordered Yang Zaixian to get out of the way and immediately go north. Xinjiang, you will never be allowed to step out of the northern Xinjiang again..."

"Eight days ago?"

Zhao Hong counted the days: "After Xia Houxiong's offensive was frustrated?"

Nangong Feiying clasped his hands: "The official sage!"

Zhao Hong was angry and shouted: "It's so shameful. I gave him an army of 300,000, but in the end it was Lu Tinggong who had to go and clean up the mess for him..."

Nangong Feiying leaned over and lowered his head, saying nothing.

Zhao Hong: "Have you found out where Mr. Lu Ting is now?"

Nangong Feiying clasped his hands and said, "I am incompetent. I haven't been able to find out where Mr. Lu Ting is staying..."

Zhao Hong also knew that Yang Erlang traveled with his energy and traveled to Beihai and Mu Cangwu. It would be difficult for ordinary people to trace his whereabouts.

But without Yang Erlang suppressing the capital in Luting, he really couldn't even sleep well!

On the twenty-second day that Yang Erlang was away from Luting, I missed him...

"If you really can't find it, don't check it."

Zhao Hong pondered for a long time and then said softly: "You think of a way to work hard on Feng Dengzi. Mr. Lu Ting will definitely come back to Luting. When the time comes, let Feng Dengzi speak to retain him... You can make a promise on my behalf. Feng Dengzi, as long as he can retain Lu Tinggong, it will be a great achievement, and getting promoted to a higher position is nothing more than a small matter!"

"the same as you!"

Nangong Feiying originally planned to go in with one ear and out with the other, but when he heard this, he really couldn't help it: "Guan family, please forgive me for talking too much. With my understanding of Duke Lu Ting, if the official family really wants to If he is left to sit in the capital, he can only speak directly with gongs and drums."

"Based on the official's friendship with Lu Tinggong and the slave's understanding of the old man, as long as the official is willing to talk to him nicely, even if the old man still doesn't want to stay in the capital, he will definitely give the official a solution. method."

"Except for this method, all other tactics will only be counterproductive..."

"Among them, the most important thing is to make a fuss about the Liu family!"

Zhao Hong agreed with what he said in his heart, but denied it categorically on his face: "How could I not know about Mr. Lu Ting's upright temper? I never thought about making any issue against the Liu family. I just wanted to invite Feng Deng's son to succeed me. It’s not possible to use emotion to understand and reason to move.”

Nangong Feiying: "Of course not. Lu Tinggong and Feng Dengzi are brothers and sisters. He will not do anything to Feng Dengzi, but to others... that's hard to say!"

He looked at Zhao Hong with sincere eyes: 'Who am I talking about? You don't have any idea, do you? ’

Zhao Hong shuddered, then waved his hands and said, "I didn't say anything, and you didn't hear anything either!"

Golden words?

Is it the kind of golden saying that knocks out a tooth and sets it all in gold and jade?

Nangong Feiying followed Shan Ruliu: "Yes, the official family."

Zhao Hong felt relieved, and an idea that he had rejected before came to his mind again: 'How about asking the eldest sister to blow the pillow? ’

But as soon as this thought surfaced, he suppressed it deep in his heart.

Love...can't be used like this!

"What about the second thing?"

Zhao Hong was thinking in his mind and asked casually.

Nangong Feiying spoke sternly and replied concisely: "Ask the officials, I have received news that the Mobei Tatar tribe and the Oara tribe have joined forces, and they have the tendency to go south to knock the pass."

Zhao Hong suddenly frowned, and after thinking for a moment, he suddenly said angrily: "Xia Houxiong deserves to die!"

He said it incomprehensibly, but Nangong Feiying still understood it.

After hesitating for a few moments, he still spoke to advise: "Please forgive me for talking too much. The Tatars' march southward may have some connection with the situation in the southwest, but the main reason should be the snow disaster last year, which froze the Tatars to death." There are too many cattle and sheep, and the herdsmen below have to go south to find a way to survive, and the nobles and leaders above also want to use the war to gain more and greater power. "

"Previously, when Mr. Lu Ting was handling the case in the capital, he also mentioned to the slaves that the Tatars are very likely to go south to knock off the pass this year to seek survival... The fact is not as expected by Mr. Lu Ting!"

Zhao Hong was stunned and asked in disbelief: "Has Lu Tinggong even expected this?"

Nangong Feiying clasped his hands and said: "As far as I know, Duke Lu Ting has speculated from various clues two years ago that the Tatars will most likely raise troops to go south again in the past two years. In the past two years, he has been passing All forces strengthen the border defense in Northern Xinjiang... This matter is led by Master Shen, Commander of the Xiuyi Guards. No one in the DPRK knows the current situation in Northern Xinjiang better than Master Shen. Officials can pass on Master Shen. Come and ask.”

Zhao Hong pondered for two seconds and then said: "Summon the commander of the embroidered clothes guard Shen Fa into the palace for an audience!"

"yes!"

The small yellow door on one side accepted the order, bowed and left in a hurry.

Zhao Hong sat heavily on the chair, and a trace of resentment flashed in his heart: 'Father, Father, there are so many people in and outside the palace, why did you let him go alone? Aren't you cheating on your son...'