There was a heavy rain last night, there were many water accumulations in the palace, and two roof tiles fell. In the early morning, someone cleaned the palace and repaired the damaged areas. Standing under the corridor with his hands behind his back, Liu Yuan stared at the palace servants who were running around.
Growing up in Luoyang, the capital of the capital, he had seen the prosperity of the capital of the world when Jin was at its peak. There are twelve gates open, connecting Luoshui and Gushui. The avenue that traverses east and west is 20 feet wide, and Tongluo Street, which is full of official residences, is also 167 feet wide. Standing in the city of Luoyang, it was like standing in the heart of a great dynasty, full of excitement and gushing out.
Because of this passion, he almost died there, and was feared by the supreme emperor. Fortunately, with the help of Wang Hun and others, he escaped. Afterwards, Empress Jia usurped power and the court was in chaos. He left Luoyang and joined the command of the King of Chengdu.
He also saw Ye Capital, which was not inferior to Luoyang Palace City. There are three towers in Ye, the bronze sparrow, the golden tiger, and the ice room, all ten feet high, connected by a pavilion. On the east and west sides, there are also three gardens, Xuanwu, Fanglin, and Lingzhi, where you can travel with your officials. Zuo Si's "Wei Du Fu" is rich in rhetoric and magnificent in appearance, but it cannot fully express the essence of this great city.
The two capitals took him nearly forty years. Returning to his hometown, he has reached the age of knowing the destiny.
Today, he is only in the original palace of the prince of Xihe Kingdom, neither the grandeur of Luoyang Palace City, nor the splendor of Yecheng Palace City, nor even the mansions of those aristocratic families. Such dilapidated palaces were the most comfortable place for him to live.
No longer a Xiongnu proton, no longer a general of the state of Jin, he is the lord of the state of Han, and one day he will ascend to the throne of the emperor. He has endured for so many years, why should he endure it for a while longer
A valet walked through the corridor, walked quickly to Liu Yuan's side, and said, "Your Majesty, there is news from Daijun. Tuoba Yi is seriously ill, and Suo's head may cause civil unrest!"
This Xianbei team is jointly commanded by three brothers. Tuoba Yi is very brave and talented, and his son is even more outstanding. However, like other nomadic tribes, if the chief dies, there will be commotion in the ministries. Between brothers, uncles and nephews will fight desperately.
Therefore, even if Ai Jiang was beheaded, and even if he once abandoned the palace and fled to Puzi, Liu Yuan could not be disturbed at all. Because he knew that he would eventually return to this new capital, and step by step to cut off the Jin army and seize the world. This is destiny!
Lifting the corner of his mouth, Liu Yuan said, "Order all the ministries to collect food and grass, and when Tuoba Yiyi dies, send troops to attack Jinyang!"
Sima Teng had just asked for the seal for Tuoba Yi, and he was probably still immersed in the illusion that reinforcements were coming. The title of Dadanyu seems to be a reward, but it is actually a curse. With a name, there will be ambition, there will be military disasters, and the already chaotic battle of seizing the heir will be even more unbearable. At that time, there is no time for Dong Gu, can anyone help Sima Teng
Jinyang, and even Bingzhou, will be the first place he rides a horse!
No longer looking at those busy palace servants, Liu Yuan turned around and strode towards the palace.
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The sound of cicadas, the scorching sun. Standing in the shade of the courtyard, there were still beads of sweat dripping from his head. Liang Rong gritted his teeth and controlled his arm forcefully, trying to hold the thing in his hand more stably.
Beside him, a voice without waves sounded: "Raise your arms high, and don't take your eyes off the bull's-eye."
Hearing this, Liang Rong's mouth pursed even tighter, and regardless of his trembling arms and sweat-soaked clothes, he tried to pull the bow more steadily. However, he was too young, even with a small soft bow, it was a huge burden to hold the bow for a long time. Hearing the sound of "Boom", the bowstring bounced out, maybe because the rebound force was too strong, he didn't hold it firmly, and the small bow came out of his hand and fell to the ground.
His face suddenly turned red, but before he could pick it up, the man beside him bent down and took the bow in his hand.
"You must be decisive when opening the bow, you must not let it loose, and you must not pass it. Once you pull it to the position, you can't change it. Arm strength can be practiced, but the posture must always be correct." , an arrow was nailed to the bullseye not far away.
This action is as fast as a thunderbolt, which is astonishing. Liang Rong swallowed and withdrew his envious gaze: "I want to try again!"
Since a month ago, we have entered the busy farming season. Winter wheat is harvested, summer grain is sown, and there are locust hunting campaigns carried out in various places. Everyone was caught up in busy work, and even the soldiers had to be given leave to participate in the summer harvest. As a result, Yi Yan, the school official, was relieved.
This is not the time when he had to lead the team to harvest last year. With the status and status, there will be less chores. So Yiyan stayed in the prefect's mansion, and in addition to guarding Lucheng, he also served as Liang Rong's bow and arrow teacher.
Different from other soldiers who were respectful to "Young Master Rong" and "Little Langjun", Yi Yan's teaching method was ruthless, and he didn't give up at all. Being taught by such a teacher, Liang Rong held his breath in his heart. Even if his arm was sore and he couldn't pick up the pen, he would not slack off. It was like a competition. With such hard training, this little guy's archery skills gradually took shape.
Seeing Liang Rong draw the bowstring again, Yi Yan stopped talking, just put his hands behind his back and stared at his posture. At this moment, a voice came from behind the two of them: "Rong'er, how are you practicing?"
"Father, have you gone to the office?" Liang Rong didn't care about archery anymore, he turned around immediately, and trotted all the way to Liang Feng's side, "I've been practicing for a quarter of an hour!"
Taking the veil from Green Bamboo, Liang Feng wiped the little thing's face in person: "Practice three-nine in winter, three-fu in summer, Rong'er works hard and deserves praise."
This is what Liang Rong loves to hear! There was joy in Wu Liuliu's eyes, and Liang Rong said, "I will shoot arrows to show my father!"
Liang Feng rubbed the other party's sweaty beard: "I'll wait and see for my father."
With this encouragement, Liang Rong took a deep breath and walked to the target. Regardless of the pain in his arm, he suddenly pulled the bowstring and shot an arrow. The target was very close, and the arrow landed on the target accurately. Although it did not center on the red heart, it was also in the inner ring.
"Rong'er's archery has really risen!" Liang Feng applauded with a face.
"Father is coming too!" Liang Rong turned his head and said to Liang Feng.
These days, Liang Feng is also practicing archery. After all, he has practiced shooting, so he can learn fast. However, what troubled Liang Feng was not the archery itself, but his eyesight.
After taking the soft bow that Yi Yan handed over, Liang Feng exhaled lightly, his arms slammed hard, and he pulled the bowstring. This appearance immediately made Liang Rong's eyes glow. In his eyes, no one can match the grandfather's aura or appearance!
However, the standard of action of drawing the bow, the arrow is really shot, but the accurate head is a bit shabby. The arrow was nailed into the wooden board, and it was only a little stronger than Liang Rong. Liang Feng narrowed his eyes slightly and sighed softly: "The fixed target is really still impossible."
I don't know if it's because of reading bad eyes, or the vision loss caused by heavy metal poisoning. Liang Feng really can't see the target clearly, but it's still very close. .
"Don't worry, lord." Yi Yan said, "Archery sometimes doesn't need eyes, you just need to aim with your heart. You can turn your heart at will, and you will be able to hit every shot. Raise your bow, and still hit every shot."
For this statement, Liang Feng quite agrees. In shooting competitions, considering the distance and target size, some ten rings are not as big as a grain of rice. In ancient times, the so-called "hundred-step piercing the poplar" was to shoot small willow leaves 150 meters away. How many can really see the red mark? It's more about aiming with awareness and physical sensation.
It is precisely because he understands this that Liang Feng is also consciously practicing shooting moving targets. The quasi-head of the fixed target is afraid that practice makes perfect.
Handing the bow to Yi Yan, Liang Feng said, "I'll try again with a crossbow."
Yi Yan immediately picked up a bow from the side, divided two by three and five, and installed the crossbow arm and crossbow machine. In the blink of an eye, a bow turned into a crossbow, which is amazing. Liang Feng's favorite is also this loading and unloading action. Just like the disassembly and assembly of guns in later generations, there is a rhythmic beauty.
After taking the crossbow, Liang Feng raised his hands horizontally, aimed at the bullseye with Wangshan, lightly pressed the hanging knife, and the crossbow arrow flew out! With a thud, it nailed the red heart!
"Father is mighty!" Liang Rong couldn't help calling out.
Liang Feng snorted and put down his crossbow: "If you increase your arm strength, it will be more accurate."
Just like holding a gun, the more steady the hand, the more accurate the shot. The bow and arrow involve all the strength, just like the soft bow used by children, Yi Yan can also pull it just right in an instant, without breaking the bowstring or missing the target. This is the most exquisite body control, whether it is a three-stone strong bow or a half-stone soft bow, it makes no difference to him.
In the face of such a sophisticated body, it would be nonsense to say not to be jealous. Liang Feng asked himself that in his heyday, he probably couldn't have reached such a level. His fighting consciousness is used to punish evil and promote good, while Yiyan's is used to kill people. Such subtle differences constitute the difference between heaven and earth.
As if being stung by Liang Feng's gaze, Yi Yan lowered his gaze: "My lord has a gift from heaven.
This is not a compliment. Yiyan knew very well that the talents of the people in front of him, just like those daring warriors who could siege the city and fall into battle, were all trained according to the master's ideas. Even the methods of physical training in the army, as well as the martial arts and enemy control methods that he has learned, are all passed down by the lord. If he was in better health, he should be able to become a famous general who commanded everyone.
In the same way, only such reverence and admiration can make him suppress the despairing thoughts in his heart.
Hearing this, Liang Feng couldn't help laughing: "It seems that I should travel more and more to keep fit."
These days, Liang Feng began to exercise deliberately, starting with the most basic mountain climbing and walking. It just so happened that Ge Hong also moved back to the mountains, which was an excuse for exercising. When his body gets better, he should be able to add jogging and some basic physical exercises, not to mention the eight-pack abs, at least cover his ribs.
But thinking of this, Liang Feng couldn't help thinking of Wang Wen's letter. Although he replied that he was not in good health, I was afraid that he could not accept the marriage contract. Wang Wen still said generously that this matter is not urgent, and will wait for the niece and Ji to talk about it. Duan Qin and Cui Ji both hinted at this obvious gesture of goodwill, but Liang Feng did not tell the others. He hadn't made up his mind yet on this matter.
Looking down at the little guy with glittering eyes and full of admiration, Liang Feng sighed in his heart. I don't know if finding a stepmother will make Rong'er sad. It can be delayed, or a little longer.
But soon, another news came from Jinyang.
After the summer harvest, the Huns marched out. Tuoba Yiyao died suddenly, and Sima Teng failed to borrow Xianbei cavalry. Bingzhou, another military disaster.