On the ground in Guanzhong, a group of people rose with the horseshoes and raised the dust, breaking the silence and tranquility in the winter.
However, Zheng Zhen, who had already been declared to give up, was being demoted to Luoyang, the eastern capital, by the left movement; the ox cart ran over the land with the traces of locust plagues and the red land after the drought, and it was dry and cracked. The crunchy ground snow easily rolled deep ruts under the spokes.
However, for Zheng Tian, he has only passed the tyrant and has not yet left Gyeonggi Province. The scene of the densely populated land of Guanzhong, the vertical and horizontal fields, and the gathering of business travelers are no longer where they are, and only the desolation and desolation after the disaster are left. Withered. It's just that all of this is temporarily covered under the thick snow.
It's like the best portrayal of the Tang Dynasty, who has been strong in the outside world and allowed him to work hard to close the gap, but he can no longer close it. Now, the turbid currents in the court should be leaping in a trance, playing the crown and celebrating to remove the last stumbling block in the way.
Although the narratives from Lu and the party, no matter how alarmist and condemned, there is still no direct evidence that can attack any relationship between him as the prime minister himself.
But the final blow to his downfall came from the mutiny and the surrender among his party members. The cardinal Feng Yun, who was a post official and a doorman, handed out the evidence that he and Wang Duo, the former prime minister, had been in close contact; this successfully triggered the emperor’s conspiracy against Wang Duo, who had lost his teacher and humiliated the country. To his stubborn disgust.
Except for Shangshu of the Ministry of War and Shushu of Tongzhong, he was demoted as a guest of the prince.
It's just that he wrote for the last time before leaving: "The army of thieves is millions, rampant across the world, fighting passively and unintentionally destroying thieves. The security of the country depends on us, and you rely on the Huainan army. I don't know what the outcome will be." It was to bring Lu to the madness, so I don't know what kind of means the other party has waiting for him next.
But no matter what, he still felt a kind of relief and relief at this moment, even if this was not the result he wanted. He still couldn't help chanting loudly:
"The ruling palace's edict and Xiaofen, although in Qingyun recalls Baiyun.
After reporting your favor, Shanweng is so eager to change the text. "
However, before he had finished savoring the artistic conception of this new work, the ox cart stopped to explore, and then there was the leader of the guards and succumbs before and after riding a horse to clear the road and wing guards, leaning in and reporting in a low voice:
"Shang Gong, there is a large group of refugees crossing the road ahead, and the sons are driving away, and please wait a moment for the Xiang Gong and your family members..."
Immediately, Zheng Tian picked up a corner of the car window screens, and caught a glimpse of the people who were stumbling through the thick snow on the barren field stalks; among them were all kinds of skinny and big belly shapes, which only reminded people of Daguangjiao. In the mural painting of the Pure Land Transformation in the temple, the drawing of the path of hungry ghosts in the six reincarnations
Now it seems to have descended alive in the world. For a while, he only felt that his heart was really unpleasant but there was nowhere to dissolve it; this is the people of Datang, this is the best place of Guanzhong Kinki, he has stayed in Chang'an for so long that he has forgotten the prosperous and vague capital city. What kind of sobriety and appearance the vast world outside should be.
Under the constant drive of those riding horsemen, these hungry people who have been slumped and shriveled to see the difference between men and women, old and young, slowly evaded away like squirming ants. During this process, someone fell on the snow from time to time, and then never got up again.
They seem to be fully clothed with swords and bows. They are not worried about the resistance and persistence of these refugees. They just care about not allowing these filthy and ugly filthy objects to get too close, which will contaminate the nobles and their families they escorted. The vision of servants and doormen.
Looking at these, the flushed and sweaty Fangge and Susong who were trying hard to drive away, Zheng Qi suddenly became somewhat uninterested; as the eldest brother of the Zheng family in Xingyang, one of the seven great families in Shandong, he hadn’t never seen him. The scene of continuous years of disaster and exile;
In a sense, this is also a great opportunity for them to expand their family business and buy land, to save and shelter tenants and tribes. Not only has the reputation and reputation of doing good deeds and virtues, but also can strengthen and consolidate the family business of the descendants.
But none of them was as shocking as the one I witnessed this time after I gave up; in the faint and dull expressions of the hungry ghosts on the ground, they didn't know what terrible things were brewing. Maybe it's the next Huang Chao or Wang Xianzhi's accomplice.
He couldn't help but think of the half of the book that Wang Xiao brought out from Guangzhou and was transferred to him as an observation book-"On the Roots of Social Contradictions and the Periodic Law of the Dynasty"; he only felt that there was a kind of antidote that was destined to happen. As a result, all kinds of helpless, and more and more upset.
After all, he is no longer the "time-saving prime minister" who worked hard to rejuvenate the world. But at any rate, he was born in a serious imperial examination, and he completed a complete resume step by step from the pavilion, provincial and Taiwanese, foreign envoys, and cabinet. In the end, he was the prime minister who was "promoted to immortality".
Therefore, even when he was reprimanded and exiled by the whole family to the eastern capital, there were still many followers of the doorman Muke and a whole team of Jinwu children escorted by him. There is no shortage of people who can be used. In fact, if he didn't want to disturb the place too much, many officials from the places along the way would have come out to ask for peace and harmony.
Later, some of these following subordinates were ordered to report to him that most of these hungry people had fled from Hezhongfu/Puzhou (now Yuncheng, Shanxi), and Zheng Tian's entangled thoughts were somewhat calm.
That is, as a feudal town, Hezhong Jiedu made Li Du's rationale and rule, and the emergence of such a large-scale hungry people fleeing into the pass, for a while, it is not the direct responsibility and relationship of the court officials.
However, when his family passed through the ancient Tongguan, and arrived at the official post house where Taoyuansai was located, where Du Fu used to write "Tongguan Official", they began to use the post house to serve as much as they could. During the meal; but I can’t help but hear the ghost sounds of Yexiao’s accent singing the slang words of the country:
"Chao Shengtang...Twilight goes to bed...The thief official steals silver food..."
"Eat your mother, take your mother... the wealthy recruit concubines to beg your mother..."
"Eat without meat, cry without tears... The world's poor are hanging on the beam..."
Then the weird voice paused and then sang:
"Welcome to the Yellow King, look forward to the Yellow King, the Yellow King is here and cannot pay for food, and the world will sing for the poor..."
With a squeak, the silver soup bowl that Zheng Tie held in his hand connected to the lotus spoon, so he knocked it over on the table, and splashed his luxurious and exquisite Babiao Shanhe Qing Ling robe, full of greasy dirt A large piece.
There was even a deafening roar and clamor from the outside, but in the midst of the unconventional movement, they began to capture and qualify the rebellious person who dared to "deceive the crowd with demon words."
Then at this moment, Zheng Qi was already unable to say any words; according to a piece of internal information that he suddenly remembered, this was a bewildering statement made by the virtual demon monk for the thief Huang Ni. Now Actually, they all sang beyond Tongguan, the gateway to Gyeonggi.
This couldn't help but once again cast a heavy shadow on his heart of all kinds of worries against the South. You must know that according to Huainan's report, the yellow thief should have been in a dead end a long time ago. How could someone sing for him between the two capitals in the north. .
At this moment, he really became a little angry, even if he was no longer the head of the squad of officials who led the world.
At this time, the stern shouts came to mind again outside the post house.
"Kanto sent a message, one hundred thousand is in a hurry, please change my horse quickly..."
I saw a package carrying a messenger clip, sweating profusely, holding a sister in his hand and passing Somuch’s general, amidst the roaring of chickens and dogs, he once again galloped on the newly-changed fast horse. And gone.
And this scene once again made Zheng Tian's mind a little gloomy; since it is not a triumphant or a triumphant Lu Bu that can sing and announce all the way, is there something wrong with He Shuo or He Dong? .
. . . . . .
Outside Jingmen city,
The Taiping front horse army sprinting in the fairly thin snowfield, don’t take Zhao Yin’s bow, feeling the piercing pain of the cold wave on his face, and between the moments of stopping, the snow falls all over his armor, and he is blown away or blown away. The icy taste soaked in the cloak and robes only felt a little bit of nostalgia.
The snowfall was a long time ago for him. At that time, he was a child of a military household in Longxi, but was dreaming of making contributions, and he went to the Shence camp outside Chang'an city to invest in the army in the green ranger boy.
His real name comes from Lu Lun's "Song Under Song" in praising the ancient parachutist Li Guang: Lin Ancao frightens the wind, and the general night leads the bow. It's just that the toss and turns of the world over the years, especially in the scorching rain of Guiguan, Huguan, and Annan Land, made him almost forget what it was like to snow.
After joining and experiencing these changes in the Taiping Army, he, like those Long March athletes of all kinds of backgrounds, could not help but have a strange and persistent extravagant hope; maybe he has the opportunity to return to his hometown in this life; even if he has the opportunity to return to his hometown in this life; As a rebel who moved the world or a new dynasty more outstanding hero;
The beautiful scenery of Tianshui grassland, the salty brine Daze outside Yanguan City, the rivers under Xiaoqinling rushing horizontally, and the sweetness and clearness of the street spring pavilion. . . . There was such a flashing and thinking in his mind, but the reaction of his body and the horse in his hand did not stop at all, and he picked up the leading officer from the small group of officers who could not evade.
Then he lifted the horse hoof that was about to be lifted, turned sideways and stomped and kicked and hit the several officers and soldiers who were struggling to surround themselves. They were screaming and screaming. Falling to the ground, the remaining officers and soldiers who were especially Yu Yong suddenly dispersed and fled.
Zhao Yingong was not in a hurry to chase him down. Instead, he took control of the horse and re-inserted the horse 槊, which had penetrated at least two people, and pulled it out from the ground that was dyed red and frozen hard. After shaking gently for a few times, he found that he could continue to use it, so he continued to pat the horse and galloped towards the nearest fighting.
No way, the attack that was launched in the midst of the wind and snow, of course, caught these officers and soldiers by surprise; it was completely dispelled and defeated like a sheep.
However, the ensuing changeable wind and snow not only obscured the line of sight and visibility, but also cut off and weakened the transmission of horns and whistles; it also caused these peaceful riders, who were constantly chasing and impacting the enemy, to gradually lose their concreteness. The sense of direction and the reference object became loose and started fighting separately.
So as he batted all the way, Zhao Yingong was left alone on his own. Fortunately, most of the equipment he prepared in advance was still intact, and the smashed Northland yellow horse was quite powerful, but it was not decent. His opponents can be his opponents.
At this time, the icy wind and snow was a little bit slower, and a rapid tapping sound also sounded near him; Zhao Yingong couldn't help putting down his skin and relying on the horse's body to warm it up, using spicy shochu. A special winter drink made with ginger candy, and hurriedly drove the horse closer.
I saw a sparse snow powder engulfed in the wind and rolled across the ground, and dozens of cavalry, almost dressed and outfitted as Zhao Yingong, vaguely passed by a dozen steps away in this misty battlefield. It was only when Zhao Yingong glanced at him that he could see clearly. The small flag they were holding was embroidered with the word "Tai Ning", and he couldn't help but slapped his horse and turned and chased it.
In the re-energized snowstorm, Zhao Yingong took a lot of effort and effort to adjust the position and steps to keep up with them; then he took off the iron crossbow hung on the saddle and rubbed against the saddle. Fasten the set of arrows, and then buckle the hair down to the nearest figure in front of you between the undulating steps.
Suddenly the figure in the wind and snow suddenly jumped out diagonally, and then fell to the ground without rushing far, and the man and horse fell behind him; this As a result, Zhao Yingong was greatly encouraged, and he slowed down the rein again and began to rewind.
After a while, the remaining enemy riders in front seemed to feel something. Suddenly someone pulled a bow from the horse and turned around with an arrow, yelling at his position, and then saw a sharp blade on it. Carrying a frozen red scorpion, he pierced the misty wind and snow curtain and pierced his shoulders and shoulder armor, slamming him from the horse back to the ground.
The enemy riders who were racing suddenly seemed to be all awakened, and they drew their weapons and bows from the horseback. At this time, Zhao Yingong had already dropped his horse and leaned close to the horseback. It looked like an empty ride without a rider.
However, just as the opponent was hesitating and hesitating, Zhao Yingong immediately shot the last crossbow he carried without hesitation, and another enemy rode on the horse sideways and cried out painfully, and instantly lost control of the reins, and The deflection escaped from the little school's cavalry.
At this time, Zhao Yingong had already taken the opportunity to hug the horse and rushed into these enemy riders who started to slow down, swung a knife at the enemy rider who was close at hand, cut his calf, and cut the straps that fixed the saddle on the horse's abdomen. The opponent who drew out a thin line of blood and made his hands danced, he immediately overturned and fell to the other side of the mount.
This time, the remaining several enemy riders finally discovered the existence of Zhao Yingong, and without hesitation, they wielded a gun, swung a bow and shot arrows, and slaughtered him straight to the place where he was living; however, there was almost nowhere to hide. In the meantime, Zhao Yingong loosened the reins, and jumped up into the air on horseback, avoiding most of the attacks.
But the yellow phoenix who sat down did not have such luck. He whined and hissed among the splashes of blood and threw a splash of blood from the boss on the ground; but at this time, Zhao Yingong, who had jumped in the air, had already tried his best to pounce on the ground. He struck another enemy rider who had shot through the air, and tightly clipped the horse back with his feet tightly reversed and fought close to him. After a few breaths, he fell to the ground with the overwhelmed and overturned mount.
After Zhao Yingong used the tip of the helmet that fell to hit the opponent's front face severely until he passed out; then, leaning on the struggling mount with his back, he pulled out the opponent's saber to block it in front of his chest, and was shot limpingly. The thigh of an arrow in the middle, squinting the corners of his cracked blood-red eyes, looking at the number of cavalry enemy soldiers who were chasing after him, couldn't help but secretly said: Is it possible that you can only get to this step on your own way.
Then, the misty snow in the sky suddenly stopped without warning, and the bright and clean sun reappeared to smudge the white and mottled snow into gold; and the several enemy riders who rushed over also At the moment when he could clearly see the opponent's vicious face and the sudden change of expression, he suddenly twisted the head and body of the mount desperately, and speeded up the horse and fleeed away.
Zhao Yingong couldn't help but turned around, only to see that his place was already very close to the river bank. And not far from the river bank, there is a large ship with the Taiping army flag inserted and full of swords and bowmen. It is slowly bulging sails along the river with no end in sight.
Only then did Zhao Yingong deliberately look at the capture who was thrown down and fainted by himself. Under the torn robe and cloak of the opponent, he actually wore a black light armor with a tiger head pattern in order to find his past memories and impressions. This is a high-ranking general.
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