In seven days, Sichuan and Shu were settled, 126,000 enemies were defeated with 30,000 light cavalry, 28,000 were surrendered, and only 132 soldiers were lost.
The eight hundred miles battle report flew in, and for a moment the emperor was shocked by the conspiracy of King Ling's elite soldiers, and they scrambled for legends.
The courtiers who held the peace talks at the beginning were all ashamed. No wonder the Emperor of Heaven was indifferent to the military situation in the middle of Shu. But how many people vaguely feel that King Ling seems to be more unpredictable than the Heavenly Emperor who is so high in front of him, unable to see through and touch.
In the memorial, Ye Tianling detailed the important events of the water conservancy of the blocked river, but the description of the battle situation was extremely brief. It was nothing more than two prefectures feigning surrender, diverting water to break the enemy, and pursuing the victory. Please forgive me.
Amidst the applauses and surprises in the court, the Emperor of Heaven decreed King Jialing to be the General of the Sangong Zhaowu.
The generals in the army were rewarded for their merits, in order to stabilize the hearts of the people in Shu, and the rebellion of the Eastern Shu Army would not be pursued. Yue Qingyun, the governor of Jiangshui County, made great contributions to the suppression of the rebellion, and was promoted to the patrol of Luzhou, and temporarily led the Eastern Shu Army.
At the same time, the eleventh prince, Ye Tianche, lured Yucheng's rebel army into the North Peak Finger Valley of Youzhou City with a strange army, defeated his army, and was named King Che and General of the Jiazhen Army.
King Zhan's army was not in a hurry. On the surface, they fought steadily and steadily against the main force of Yu Su's rebel army, but they secretly attacked Lin'an Pass in two ways.
Yu Su hurried back to the army to defend himself, but was attacked by two groups of cavalry and broke through the pass. The counter-insurgency army came to the city of Yanzhou and went deep into the northern border.
The news of success spread frequently, and King Zhan was transferred from the rank of General Zhengbei to General Jin Wuwei, and granted 10,000 additional food households.
The decadent situation of the past few days has been reversed, the universe is bright and clear, the hazy winter sky has receded and the fog has dispersed, revealing a sunny day that has not been seen for a long time.
With light smoke and light curtains, the Lotus Pond Palace is still deserted.
This place seems to be the deepest and farthest place in the cold winter. The dusty loneliness makes the years retreat, and the time flies by, and it never stops.
The setting sun is at dusk, shining through the long windows of the palace and shining on the white jade floor. Between the beautiful reliefs, the lotus flowers are covered with layers of light gold, presenting a majestic and magnificent demeanor.
Concubine Lian was like every evening in the past, chanting the ancient source scriptures alone in the quiet hall in front of the palace, never stopping.
The tranquil aura of agarwood fragrance lingers faintly, hovers with low and shallow chants, soars up, and disappears at the end of the high and deep hall, leaving no trace of smoke.
Light footsteps came from behind her, and a pair of soap boots embroidered with flying dragons in gold silk appeared beside Concubine Lian. The chanting sound was flat and did not stagnate at all, and Concubine Lian never looked sideways.
The owner of the boots stood there, motionless, with his eyes slightly closed, the low voice in his ears came into his heart, and it was peaceful and peaceful.
One is standing and the other is kneeling.
The sky is full of orange clouds, the twilight is getting thicker, and the last ray of warm color slowly gathers, exiting the carved beams and painted buildings, leaving boundless silence.
The smooth black jade beads lined Concubine Lian's slender and white fingers, and one fell slightly, and the aftertaste of the sutra sound was quietly absorbed.
Concubine Lian opened her eyes, and the jade stone was like ink reflecting her stunning face, as well as the figure of another person, "The concubine sees the emperor." She stood up quietly, and then silently greeted the visitor.
Her slender body swayed slightly due to kneeling for a long time, and a steady and strong hand was already on her arm.
"Aifei is flat."
"Princess please get up."
The strength of that hand gave her an illusion, every time it seemed like a repeat of that day more than 30 years ago, it was also this hand that firmly supported her who was dressed in white and barefooted out of the city to surrender before thousands of troops, She raised her head and saw a pair of bright and amazed eyes.
Those eyes crashed into the icy lake of Kunlun Mountains, melting the ice and snow.
With that look, I have seen thousands of rivers and mountains, and the years are far away.
She raised her head and saw those dark, sharp eyes.
A few wrinkles at the corners of the eyes marked the passing of time, but the unchanging eyes still glided into the heart through the fundus of the eyes.
Relatively for a moment, it seems to have passed through more than ten thousand days and nights in the past, and the time of mortals was frozen in the windy and sandy desert, in front of the Sunguo City where the sun was covered by long clouds, and in the blood and tears of iron horse soldiers. The figure in white clothes under his eyes has never changed, it is very light, but very deep.
She bowed in front of this man, holding up the surrender form of her tribe. She left her homeland with his army through thousands of mountains and mountains, and once she went, she would spend her whole life.
"This quiet hall is too cold. You are in better condition, so don't stay long." The voice of the Emperor of Heaven startled her out of her trance. It should have been soft and considerate, but it still carried the majesty of a king, and she had already entered the marrow of her bones.
She backed away and lowered her eyes: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for your compassion."
Heavenly Emperor frowned, his high spirits faded for some reason, he looked at her, and said: "Ling'er led the troops and won a complete victory this time, I am very happy."
Concubine Lian's heart was deeply shocked, and the ink jade beads were tightened between her fingers, leading the army to go out, not just inspecting water conservancy. Fortunately, I won, but I don't know how he is, whether he is injured, whether he is tired, and when he will be back. He kept his eyes down, without saying anything or asking questions, "Congratulations, Your Majesty."
The Emperor of Heaven stood in front of him and waited for a while, seeing that she only said these four words, he fell silent, and asked, "Don't you ask how your son is doing, and you don't care?"
Concubine Lian said quietly: "The emperor teaches his son well, so there will be no mistakes."
"From leading the army to fighting to getting married and setting up a concubine, you have turned a deaf ear to so many important events." The Emperor's tone sank slightly: "I really doubt sometimes whether he is your son or not!"
"He is the emperor's son." Concubine Lian's voice was low and flat, like the smoke from the bamboo incense tripod, it disappeared into the depths of the hall without waiting.
The Emperor of Heaven looked down at her, with an unconcealable hesitation on his face: "Raise your eyes and look at me."
Following this irresistible order, Concubine Lian's graceful neck slowly raised, and the faint eyes under the eyelashes met the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven.
Those eyes, like a frozen lake that has been silent for thousands of years under the light mist of snow peaks, are a little bit cold, a little bit clear, with a sense of coldness that is far away from the misty. Looking at you clearly, but it is so far away that people get lost in it, thinking that everything is just an illusion of falling into a dream.
The Heavenly Emperor stared at her deeply, pondered for a long time, and finally said: "Do you know why I pointed out that daughter of the Feng family to Ling'er?"
"The emperor has his own reasons." Concubine Lian said.
The Emperor of Heaven stretched out his hand and brought back her eyes that were slowly leaving: "It's because her eyes resemble yours so much, among all the women, she is the only one who dares to look at me like this!"
Concubine Lian's eyes were calm: "The emperor knows people, and he can't be wrong."
The Emperor of Heaven tightened his hand slightly, then let it go slumpedly, the displeasure slowly turned into sadness, faint and powerless, "You must speak to me in this tone?"
Concubine Lian took a step back and leaned over to plead guilty: "If the emperor doesn't like it, the concubine can change it."
"Lian'er." The Heavenly Emperor was silent for a while, then suddenly called her by her baby name.
The burning fairy posture is bright in Qingbo.
Because of this name, I chose my sister-in-law as a concubine against the disapproval of the world, and built the sleeping hall with exquisite workmanship.
The notch is deep and lonely, lonely and accompanied by fleeting years, and the residual lotus is already Xiaoxiao.
These two words passed across Concubine Lian's heart lightly, bringing out a faint pain.
"You have hated me for so many years, and even Ling'er has been alienated for so many years, isn't that enough? How many thirty years are there in this life!" The Heavenly Emperor said with a long sigh.
"The concubine doesn't hate the emperor." Concubine Lian said flatly.
"Really?" There was a bit of self-deprecating sarcasm in Tiandi's words.
"Yes." Concubine Lian stood up quietly: "If you hated it, it has already been canceled, and the concubine just can't forget it."
The Heavenly Emperor's brows suddenly turned cold, and he said displeasedly: "Who can you forget?"
She looked at the Emperor of Heaven and turned to him with a smile.
The laughter that has been covered in dust for many years has too many complicated entanglements, and there is no laughter, and there is no smile shape, and it is dark all the way, "I can't forget you."
Not a concubine, but me, not the emperor, but you.
I can not forget you.
The general, whose armor was clearly above his horse, raised his hand to cover the humiliation of kneeling, and the handsome flag flew, covering Changsha all over the sky.
The majestic and heroic young man raised his hand to wipe away the tears of parting, his eyes were handsome and he soothed his worries.
Under the hibiscus flower, the lover raised his hand to put on his warm clothes, with a soft expression and a warm smile.
It is this smile that captures whoever, confuses whoever, and intoxicates whoever, perhaps it will never be forgotten in a lifetime.
The Emperor of Heaven trembled slightly, and reached out to hold Concubine Lian, "Do you remember? It's been so many years, I thought you had forgotten."
It's not me, it's me, it's not Aifei, it's you.
Concubine Lian gently withdrew her hand, stared into the eyes of the Emperor of Heaven and said: "How can you tell me to forget? My people were destroyed by your elite cavalry soldiers. My brothers were either dead or injured. My father is kneeling After surrendering, drink the poison you sent, and the Rouran tribe is dying, and they are besieged by the Turks, and you stand by and stand by the soldiers."
Slight tenderness, iron-blooded heart.
Where is the cause, and what is the result at this time.
The emperor's expression was cold in her every word, and gradually became sad: "So you remember these."
"Is that all?" Concubine Lian looked bewildered, and her eyes were covered with a layer of mist, "You gave me hope, but you sent me to another man's arms with your own hands. Don't let go... "
"Shut up!" The Heavenly Emperor suddenly shouted angrily, "You know what you're talking about!"
"Of course I know." Concubine Lian said expressionlessly, "You think you can hide it from everyone, but you can't hide it from me. I know all those pills."
The Heavenly Emperor's face was cold, and he said slowly: "How could you not recognize it, it was you who brought it to the Central Plains and offered it to the late Emperor yourself."
A tear streamed down Concubine Lian's cheeks. She looked up miserably, looked at the darkened hall, and said, "I am a sinner, and I wanted his life from the very beginning. But he was so kind to me. I can't do it, but you made him obsessed with the art of immortal refining, taking pills frequently, can he still live?"
"Isn't this exactly the result you want?" The Emperor's tone became colder and colder.
Concubine Lian looked at him, her eyes penetrated him, and she went to a distant place: "So we all deserve to be punished."
The long wind swayed slightly, raising the pale shadow of the palace curtain, passing through Concubine Lian's long hair, blowing the loneliness in the white clothes. The bright red in the incense burner burned to the end, after a few struggles, it was wiped out.
The face of the Emperor of Heaven was like this long winter day, extremely deep, extremely cold, and even more desolate and desolate.
There was a deathly silence, and the hall was extremely quiet.
In the dark, the two stood facing each other, as if they had been standing for many years, the eyes that looked at each other were lifeless. Powerless sorrow arises from the bottom of my heart and remains for a long time.
After a long time, the Emperor of Heaven finally said: "You are not me, and you will never experience the feeling of being inferior to others. Even the woman you love must be handed over to others. I have never regretted what I have done. .”
"What's the use of regretting it?" Concubine Lian said indifferently: "In the past, I recite scriptures every day, maybe I can forgive my sins for you and me."
"Why do you have to suffer from me and Ling'er even more?" said the Heavenly Emperor.
Concubine Lian leaned down: "The concubine sends the emperor respectfully."
The Heavenly Emperor looked at the faint figure in front of him, the darkness of the night gradually lost its clarity, and the darkness in front of the temple became thick with obscurity, he sighed, turned and left. After walking a few steps, he suddenly turned around and said, "I want to tell you today that Ling'er is very good, and I am very relieved. I have always felt guilty for him. I don't know if I can make up for one or two, the grievances of the previous generation. Don't be implicated in them again."
Concubine Lian's frail figure didn't move at all, but her clothes were already wet with tears.
In front of the hall, the sky is like ink, and the moon is like a hook.
Tianchao "Notes on Living in the Forbidden", Volume 80, Chapter 23, starting from the 124th day of Tiandufan.
In Renshen in December of the twenty-sixth year of Shengwu, the Emperor Yiling Wang made outstanding achievements in military affairs, the mother valued her son, Jin Lianchi Palace Lianfei was the noble concubine, and the sixth palace was only different from the empress.
When the imperial decree came out, the Zhongshu, the Sanqi Changshi of the two provinces under the door, the admonishing doctor, the Left and Right Supplements, the Ministry of Rites and the thirteen officials gave admonitions, and the criticism was fierce, thinking that the system was inconsistent.
The emperor did not listen to the remonstrance, but acted on it wholeheartedly, belittling the ministers, trying to imitate others, and silenced the court.
In the northern border military camp, where the ground is frozen and the snow is flying, the territory is boundless for thousands of miles.
Ye Tianling threw the decree sent by the eight-hundred-mile horse and the secret letter from Du Junshu and others on the case, stood in front of the tent and looked at the mountains and rivers where the wind was blowing snow, with a thin smile on the corner of his lips, so cold .