MTL - Golden Stage-Chapter 2 Kaikyo

From Yanzhou all the way south, through Guangyang, Baitan and other places, to Miyun, the capital is already in sight.

Although it was nearly October, the drought hit this year, and it became hotter southward. The autumn tiger was fierce. Nearly noon. Hundreds of fine riders ran day and night. At this time, they were exhausted. They raised their hands and looked up. When they saw that there was a pergola set along the road, they gently raised the reins and slowed down. When the back carriage came up, he leaned over and knocked on the wall of the carriage. He asked, "General, let's run all night. Why don't we just rest and continue our journey?"

The car curtain opened a gap, and the husky, hoarse male voice accompanied by a fragrance of bitter medicine came out: "Is there a sharp point in front? Rest in situ. Brothers have worked hard."

The man took the order, and the group rushed forward to the pergola forward, the dust flying everywhere, attracting passers-by in the pergola.

This team does not have a banner. They have narrow sleeves and collars of blue military robes. They are all sturdy and powerful. Even if they do not identify themselves, they have the words "Can't afford to mess with".

The shops that run the tea shop are time-tested, and they do n’t say much when they see people coming and going. The leading man got off the horse and handed out a small ingot of silver. He ordered the store to have something to eat and drink, so that he could take a rest. He found a cool table, wiped it clean, and prepared for the heat. Tea and a few fine points, turned to the door, and helped a young man with a weak face and a sick seedling from the carriage.

The man's footsteps were futile, his face looked sick, and he needed help to move. The distance from the carriage to the tea shop was lingering for a long time. When he finally sat down at the table, his body seemed to be unable to support and even coughed, the other guests sitting under the pergola followed with a sigh of relief-watching them all panic for him.

With this breath of relief, they realized that they had lost their enchantment just now: Although the man looked like he was about to break his breath at any time, he had a strange and indifferent temperament on his body. He was born with a good skin that was chosen for thousands of miles. It is not the elegant and handsome lady with a beautiful face and a spring flower that is popular in Beijing today, but an eyebrow and eyebrows, eyes like cold stars, nose bridges straight, and lips thinned. , Junmei is very sharp.

The man is very tall, and seems to be used to looking down. His eyelids are always half-lifted, and his body is full of casual burnout. He is thin enough to have only rickets, and the tea shop has a small amount of coarse porcelain bowls. They seemed to be able to crush his wrist.

But when he was sitting quietly, his back was straight, like a green bamboo plucked in the soil, and a long knife that was scorched and smelted by fire. Even though he was scarred, Han Blade could still drink blood, and his weak body could not stop him. Cross the world.

The merchants prolonged their necks unconsciously, as if a group of full-hearted live geese. Until the young man slowly drank a bowl of water, pierced the porcelain bowl on the table, and vaguely said, "I can't even tie a donkey around my neck, is it good-looking?"

The savory guy who ate and drank next to him suddenly snorted. Some of the live geese retracted their necks, and there were a few extra enthusiastic people who came up to talk: "Where does this boy come from? Is it going to Beijing?"

Xiao Ye, who had been saddling his horse and waiting for his uncle, waited for the scalp to numb his scalp. He planned to hang the man to the tree outside the door as soon as he said "go away".

Who knew that the unreasonable son unexpectedly tolerated, and replied calmly: "From Yanzhou City to the north, I am waiting to go to Beijing for medical treatment."

Because they and everyone are in regular clothes, they do n’t wear swords, and the horses and horses are not very big. Although the guards are impulsive, the master ’s clothing is normal and not like Beijing fashion. The merchants speculate that they may be a certain Yanzhou The master of a large family travels. Because Yanzhou City is a border town with a strong military ethics, it is normal for some military families to accompany them.

The merchant was not good enough to directly inquire about his condition, and instead talked about another novel miracle: "Have the son come from the north, have you heard of the return of General Jingning Hou Fu to Beijing? His old man returned to his hometown. Miles! "

Xiao Ye was almost strangled by the tea. The young boy raised his eyebrows and said with interest: "I never saw it. But I think Xiongtai seems to know Fu ... a lot about this Jingning hou?"

"It's impossible to talk," the man smiled and waved, "Who can't say two anecdotes about General Fu, those merchants who travel between the north and the south! His old man has been guarding northern Xinjiang for years. I did n’t know how much I had done before. People in Central Beijing mentioned General Fu, and that was admirable. You do n’t know, when General Fu led Bei Yan to ride the defeated mule last year, I came back from the north side to sell fur. The stories spread, saying, 'Fu Shuai is in the northern Xinjiang, and the Beijing teacher is peaceful.' He is the storyteller in the teahouse, the singer, and the play in the theater. "

Beiyan Iron Riding is known as the North Zhou Frontier Defense Line. Since its establishment, it has been under the jurisdiction of the Fu family. Its predecessor was the frontier garrison led by Yinguo Gong Fu Jian.

The Central Plains called the nomadic peoples who ruled the northern grasslands the Dai people. Decades ago, the Dais were turbulent and divided, and some tribes were forced to move west. They were married to the Hu and Sote ethnic groups in the Western Regions, and they were called Xiqiu. The other part occupied the richer pastures in the central and eastern regions, called the East. Tartar. Twenty-three years ago, soon after Emperor Yuantai Sun Jianzhang, several tribes in Dongzhang invaded Da Zhou. Where the Wa people went, they burned and plundered, and the rooms were empty. Tens of thousands of people were affected by the fire. The emperor inherited the peace for a long time in the dynasty, and the ministers frightened the war. When the East Commander marched south, half of the ministers wrote to request peace talks.

Emperor Yuantai was in his prime, and he refused to bow his head to the barbarians with the respect of the kingdom of heaven. It happened that Fu Jian transferred from Lingnan to Ganzhou Jiedushi. Yuantai Emperor ordered him to adjust the troops of Ganzhou, Ning, and the former three states to fight the brute . Fu Jian, his second son, and his generals assembled 100,000 troops to clear the Qiang ethnic group. Fu Jianzhong, the eldest son of Fu Jian, even crossed the Great Wall and led his army leader into the grassland hinterland. He almost smashed the Dongcheng King City, but failed to make it because of Fu Jian's illness. After the battle, Fu Jian presented a gift to Ying Guogong, a general on the post, and Fu Tingzhong attacked Ying Guogong to control the military of Ganzhou, Ning, and the former three states. The second son Fu Ting envelope assisted the general and restrained Yan and Youzhou military.

These two set up a strong north border line for Da Zhou. The garrison led by the Fu family is called Beiyan Tieqi. From the sixth year of Yuantai to the eighteenth year of Yuantai, in the past ten years, under the deterrence of Beiyan Tieqi, there has been no war at the border.

Until the 19th year of Yuantai, Fu Tingzhong was assassinated by the Dong people, and the Dong people formed an alliance with the Bei people and then committed another crime. Fu Tingxin led a solitary army to make a deep encirclement and eventually died in battle. The old events under the soldiers were almost repeating themselves, but at this time, there were not as many elite soldiers available as before, and Yuan Taidi was no longer aggressive in his early years. The main battle faction quarreled with the main peace faction several times, and finally made the most confused and wisest decision.

They pushed Fu Tingzhong's eldest son, Fu Shen, who was less than weak, to the battlefield.

The selection of a Fu family was due to the deep hatred of Dong Xuan and the surname of Fu. This trip came for revenge; and Fu Shen's early military training with his father and uncle was barely regarded as a "general." But look at the dynasties, how can the ministers who are full of food all day crouched to the rear, and let a young man face the truth of the wolf tiger leopard?

Fortunately, the Fu family may be a group of stars who collectively reborn. Fu Shenqing is better than blue out of blue. He is an inexperienced leading wizard.

The garrison of Tangzhou and Xuanzhou was not big enough. When Fu Shen was pushed out, he had never expected to get help from his own people. He simply left the Han Army and borrowed the Nishinano Ryobu cavalry on the conditions of opening a business road and quasi attachment. . Fu Shen gathered the North Yan Iron Riders and confronted the main forces of the Dai in Sanguan, Yanzhou. The Yeliang Cavalry enlisted the Allied Forces from the northwest to solve the danger of the northern Xinjiang.

After the war, Yeliang was included, and the cavalry was mixed into the Beiyan Iron Horse. On the grounds that the front was too long and inconvenient to mobilize, Fu Shen returned the Ganzhou-Ningxia border defense military power to the center, focusing on the frontline defense of Yuanzhou, Xuanhuai, and Yanzhou. After the Battle of Sanguan, Fu Shen officially became the commander of Beiyan Tieqi. After Fu Tingzhong and Fu Tingyi passed away, Fu Jianyi's third son, Fu Tingyi, attacked the Duke of Yinguo, so Fu Shen was renamed as Jingning Hou.

With Fu Shenli's efforts to turn the tide, he could have justified the national government, but at this time the mature minister jumped out to oppose, saying that Fu Shen was too young to be convinced-His Majesty actually obeyed.

People with good eyes can see that His Majesty is afraid of the Fu family, for fear that their family will create a "permanent stream" Ying Guogong.

But some people are destined to go up against the current. In just a few years, Jingning Hou Fushen held Yan Guan Tieqi in his hand, and suddenly became the mainstay of Da Zhou. He sat firmly in the eyes of the two ethnic groups to stabilize the position of nails and thorns. In these years, the tranquility of the northern Xinjiang and the peace and prosperity of the people in the north are mostly his credit. As long as Fu Shen is in the army, even if he is sitting still, being a mascot is the greatest deterrent to northern aliens.

At first, the young man listened with a smile. When he heard the phrase "King Shi Naian sleeping", the smile completely disappeared. Xiao Xun saw that while he was fascinated, he went to the table and enough bowls, busy picking up the teapot to add water to him, and deliberately interrupted: "Will ... boy, use some snacks?"

The son returned to his heart, took the bowl and took a sip of hot tea, his mouth turned awkward, and there seemed to be a touch of sarcasm in the smile. "This word spreads, how many people can't sleep."

There was a guest next to Dai Douyu who talked about it, and interjected with a trembling voice: "Jingning Hou has done a great job in the northern Xinjiang, but he also caused a lot of killings. I often hear people say that 'qiangji is insulted' , Shengji will decline ', if you think about it, does he not respond to this sentence? In the past, the famous generals were either short-lived or lonely, because they were all under the stars and killed the Lord, unlike ordinary people. I Judging from Jingning Hou, most of them are also deadly. "

With a "Kara" sound, the bowl in Xiao's hand was crushed into several petals. Everyone came to look at it, and they were all astonished. It was embarrassingly quiet in the tea shop.

"I have big hands. I'll buy you an iron rice bowl next time so that you don't spoil things." The young boy's face was the same as before, and he said indifferently, "Don't forget to lose money for a while."

Xiao Yan bowed his head and said "um".

The conversation interrupted by the vignette can no longer continue. The man said that it would be a fairytale to fall into the sky, which is not a good thing. This time it was a broken tea bowl. Maybe it will be surrounded by someone. pause.

Only the incompetent boy is not too embarrassing to see the excitement, and smiles: "It's interesting. According to the meaning of this brother and Taiwan, short-term loneliness will be the same. Since Jingning Hou has been disabled, will he be able to get his wife this year? Anymore? "

Xiao Yan: "..."

Someone shot at the scene: "Why a big husband suffers no wife! Jing Ninghou and other heroes, what kind of woman do you want!"

Someone echoed, "Yeah! That's it! If he loves manhood, how many good men are waiting to marry him!"

A sudden cough broke out in the tea shed.

Because male marriage was considered elegant in the former dynasty, although the Da Zhou Dynasty banned folk male and male marriage, there was no taboo for the nobles, and there was even a precedent given by the emperor to male marriage. Jingning Hou, as the famous beetle turtle in Beijing, has a long-term marriage, but some people guess that his hobbies are different.

Mentioned more about such wind and moon. The young man no longer interrupted, just listening to their comments and judgments about the life of Jing Ninghou, with a smile on his lips, as if listening to a very interesting and wonderful story.

After listening for a long time, Xiao Xun tentatively whispered: "Will ... son, the sun has passed, can we go now?"

"Well, let's go," the young man stretched out his hands and asked Xiao Yan to lift him up, and arched his hands at the merchants. "Dear brothers, if you are in a hurry to enter Beijing, you'll go one step ahead."

Everyone raised their hands to say goodbye to him. Xiao Zheng helped him to the car and pulled down the curtain. The chariot took hundreds of steps and suddenly heard him say, "Chongshan, give me pills."

"But didn't Mr. Du ask you to take the medicine half an hour in advance?" Xiao Yan found a delicate purse in his arms, which contained a thin porcelain bottle. "It will take us two hours to enter Beijing."

"Don't talk nonsense," stretched out a hand under the curtain and snatched the porcelain bottle. "Jingying is going forward. Let's just fool ordinary people like this. It will definitely be recognized in Jingying. There is no time. "

Xiao Yan muttered, "But you are the true truth ..."

The young man—Jingning Hou Fushen, who “kills the Lord” among the people—swallowed a finger-sized brown pill and sneered: "Zhongshan, do you think a general who hopes to recover, and a completely disabled Commander, which makes it easier for you to sleep? "

Xiao Yan stopped talking.

Fu Shen threw the porcelain bottle back into his arms, closed his eyes and felt the numbness spreading from his limbs, and said softly, "Let's go."