The news of the Feng family's army entering Guangning was quickly broadcast in Liaodong, and many neighbors not far from Guangning mobilized and rushed into the city to see the demeanor of the world's number one army.
Li Boyun, Governor of Liaodong, Han Zhaoxing, General Soldier, Qian Anyu, Governor of Guangning and other important officials in Liaodong region, led civil servants and military generals to the south gate to greet them at dawn, including Yuan Mao and Yuan Shaoxu.
Although the Governor of Liaodong is above Feng Jianping, but Feng Jianping is the most famous general of Dasheng, so these officials who usually go in and out of the four-horse incense car, drinking a stomach full of cold wind, don't care about it. Dare to complain.
Seeing that it was noon, a flag was raised on the ground, a serpentine cavalry in front, and infantry behind, marching towards Guangning Guard in a safe and orderly manner.
"Come, come!" Yuan Nanyu shouted excitedly.
Early in the morning, the two ran to the city wall to look into the distance. Normally, Yuanmao would not allow them to go up the city wall, but today all generals, big and small, went to the city gate to wait for orders. The temporary guards didn't know the rules, and seeing that they were the sons of Lord Qianhu, they didn't stop them.
Yuan Sikong pressed Yuan Nanyu's head and pressed him down: "'Hush', keep your voice down, you will be scolded again if you find out."
Yuan Nanyu poked his head excitedly: "Second brother, look, that's the wolf flag of the Feng family army."
Yuan Sikong looked into the distance, and at the head was a black flag with a bloody wolf's head printed on it. The wolf's head was roaring and its fangs were exposed. It must be Feng Jianping's handsome flag. Afterwards, there were numerous banners and flags, large and small, all symmetrical and orderly in shape, color, and quantity.
It is said that Feng Jianping used wolves as his teachers, and he wanted the soldiers to have wolf nature, and also learn how wolves cooperate and fight. Over the years, there has been little defeat. The eyes have already been enshrined.
Looking at the fluttering wolf flag, Yuan Sikong felt a sense of heroism in his chest. Which man does not fantasize about his majestic appearance on the battlefield with golden arms and iron horses. Although he has already decided to take an official career, seeing this mighty army can hardly suppress the blood in his heart.
He couldn't help thinking, if there was such a team in Liaodong, how could he lose Qingzhou? If Qingzhou was not lost, how could the court give up Liaobei? How could he leave his hometown and lose his family? In fact, Liaodong back then was by no means a weak brigade, and the Liaodong iron cavalry was famous all over the world. But at that time, the Liaodong general soldier was greedy for deducting military pay, and used the command flag to replace Han Zhaoxing, but he was defeated within two years. He only felt that Han Zhaoxing was incompetent. I wish I could grow up faster.
Yuan Nanyu was as passionate as him, shaking Yuan Sikong's arm and shouting: "Second brother, when I grow up, I want to be a general. If the Feng family army uses wolves, I will use... use leopards to scare the savages!" guts."
"Then you should practice martial arts well, read more about the art of war, and don't play around all day long."
Yuan Nanyu muttered: "Second brother, why did you take the opportunity to teach me a lesson? You are more and more like your father."
"Because we have high hopes for you." Yuan Sikong knows Yuan Nanyu very well. He is talented and intelligent, and he is a good seed for martial arts, but he doesn't like reading. What's the use of only wielding a few big knives? , the most important thing is the brain.
Yuan Nanyu said perfunctorily: "I know, I just read it." He looked at Feng Jiajun who was getting closer and closer, "I saw King Jingyuan, wow, it's really majestic."
Yuan Sikong looked intently, under the handsome flag, there was a man with red tassels on his head, a golden armor, and a war robe on his back. He was wearing a hat and helmet, and he was still far away. In fact, he couldn't see his face clearly, but the dark tide was surging His domineering aura still makes people intimidated by him at a glance. There is no doubt that he is Feng Jianping, the number one general of Dasheng who is famous all over the world.
In the distance, the Feng family's army began to divide their forces in an orderly manner. Except for a group of one hundred light cavalry who followed Feng Jianping and continued to march towards Guangning City, the rest of the troops camped outside the city.
Feng Jian went parallel to the south gate, and Li Boyun led the officers and generals to greet him, until Li Boyun was in front of the horse, Feng Jianping dismounted meanderingly, and all the generals also dismounted, and paid respects to the Liaodong officials.
They couldn't hear what the adults were saying, but they also guessed that it was some socializing, Yuan Sikong's gaze was fixed on Feng Jiajun's horse.
Xu Hu, the horseman of Guangningwei, once told him that the best horse in the world is the Northwest horse. Unfortunately, since Shengningzong lost the Hetao area fifty years ago, the Northwest horse has been extinct in the Central Plains. Trade and buy back at a high price, but the quantity is not enough for combat all the year round. Horses like the high cold, and healthy horses cannot be bred on the plateau with vast land and rich water and grass. The Central Plains lacks such a natural environment. They have suffered from the nomads on war horses. Their Liaodong horses are already rare in the Central Plains. But there is still insufficient supply.
At present, the best horses in the Central Plains are the Northwest horses bought back with a lot of money and improved Qin horses bred and raised in the Huaixi area. Most of them are supplied to the Feng family army, so now standing in front of Yuan Sikong , was the best herd of horses he could see.
Those horses were obviously stronger than the Liaodong horses, with thicker muscles and a brighter coat, especially Feng Jianping's mount, which had shiny black fur and a strong and slender figure.
Yuan Sikong was almost drunk, so Yuan Nanyu called him for a long time before he came back to his senses: "Huh?"
"Why are you in a daze, look quickly, why is there a child, drooling from sleep." Yuan Nanyu laughed.
Following Yuan Nanyu's direction, he saw a boy who was only seven or eight years old. All the soldiers had dismounted, but he was the only one who was lying on the horse's back in a deep sleep with his little butt pouted, the flesh on his face squeezed into a ball, and some suspicious saliva stains were still shining on the saddle.
Although the child's appearance could not be seen clearly from this distance, but he was wearing a tailor-made soft armor, and his outfit was expensive, so he must have a noble status. Wouldn't it be too childish to chase the enemy for hundreds of miles and bring a child with him? No one dared to do this except King Jingyuan himself, and the identity of the child was self-evident.
"Second brother, could he be the son of King Jingyuan?"
"Probably."
"To bring a child to fight, King Jingyuan must not have taken Tartars seriously."
"A famous general like King Jingyuan, who has experienced many battles, will never underestimate the enemy, but bringing a child... is really serious."
For hundreds of years, Oirat has expanded from a barbarian outside the pass who paid tribute to the Central Plains to a level that seriously threatened Dasheng Guozuo. The bravery and bravery of Oirat cavalry is frightening, and it is undoubtedly the number one enemy of Dasheng. King Jingyuan has been fighting with him for more than 20 years, if he underestimates the enemy at all, it may lead to catastrophe. Because of this, the two were even more puzzled by King Jingyuan's move to take his young son deep into the important land.
Perhaps the adults had finished exchanging pleasantries, and turned around to walk into the city. Yuan Mao turned his head and habitually looked at the city wall, and saw two teenagers sneaking around on it, poking their heads, maybe they were his sons.
Yuan Mao stared, and Yuan Nanyu was so frightened that his legs limp: "It's over, Dad saw us, second brother, run!" After speaking, he ran away short.
Yuan Sikong was also taken aback, and chased after Yuan Nanyu with a guilty conscience.
Yuan Nanyu ran to the stairs, Xu was frightened, his feet were slippery, his grip on the ground was unstable, and he fell headlong.
Yuan Sikong exclaimed, "Yu'er—"
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"The city wall is an important place for defense. How can it be a place for fun? King Jingyuan is here, and the governor personally greets you. How dare you be so presumptuous on such an important occasion!" , and the threat was even worse, Yuan Sikong knelt aside, not daring to breathe.
Yue Qingshuang whispered from the side: "Master, forget it, you can see that Yu'er has fallen like this..." She stroked Yuan Nanyu's bruised and swollen face distressedly, unable to see her original face.
"He deserves it for falling like this!" Yuan Mao glared at Yuan Nanyu fiercely.
Yuan Nanyu shrank his shoulders, and said aggrievedly: "Father, the child is wrong."
"And you." Yuan Mao looked at Yuan Sikong and sternly said, "You have always been stable, but Yu'er is naughty, but you didn't dissuade him, and you continued to mess around with him."
Yuan Sikong lowered his head: "I know my mistake." He really wanted to see Feng Jiajun, just by chance...
Yuan Shaoxu also scolded: "You are an older brother. Yu'er has always followed you, and you should be an example. Now Yu'er has broken his leg and can't go to the ground for two or three months. He is a martial artist. , if you leave behind some residual illness and regret it for the rest of your life, what should you do?!"
Yuan Sikong pursed his lips, full of self-blame.
Yuan Weiling hurriedly stepped forward to smooth things over: "Shaoxu, please don't say a few words. Doctor Liang said that as long as Yu'er's legs are cultivated quietly, they can be cured in a hundred days. Besides, he jumps up and down like a monkey all day long. I can't blame Konger entirely." She touched Yuan Nanyu's head, although her eyes were full of pity, but her mouth did not spare him, "I see you dare to be so reckless in the future."
Yuan Nanyu also said: "Father, don't blame the second brother, I suggested going up the city wall."
Yuan Mao glanced at Yuan Nanyu: "You asked for the broken leg, but both of your sons were at fault for going up the city wall. The army has military laws, and the family has family rules. You have violated both military laws and family rules. You have already received it yourself." I won’t punish you again, Kong’er, go face the wall of the ancestor’s mourning hall and reflect on yourself for one night.”
"Yes." Yuan Sikong kowtowed, got up and went to the mourning hall. He walked to the door, turned around and took a look, and saw Yuan Mao was frowning to check Yuan Nanyu's leg injury, while Yuan Nanyu quietly made a face at him, his swollen and bruised face made weird expressions In ten minutes, Yuan Sikong couldn't help laughing, suppressed a smile, turned around and left.
Entering the mourning hall, closing the door, Yuan Sikong offered a stick of incense, then knelt down in front of the ancestor's spiritual tablet with a pillow on his knees.
The ancestors of the Yuan family were displayed in front of them, and Yuan Sikong's eyes swept over them one by one, and finally landed on the spirit tablets of two people with different surnames at the corner and edge.
Those were his biological parents.
He has no blood relatives in this world, so Yuan Mao moved the spiritual throne of his parents into Yuan's house for him to worship.
Although the Yan family in Taining is not an aristocratic family, it is also a scholarly family, with a small fortune. There was a Jinshi in his ancestors, and he was the right servant of the Ministry of Rites.
His father took the middle school examination in the ninth year of Zhaowu, and failed in the next three provincial examinations. Although he can be an official, he can only be a sesame official such as county magistrate and county magistrate. His official career is narrow, and it is difficult to get promoted. To cultivate Qi Zhiping is the aspiration of scholars all over the world.
His family has no worries about food and drink, his father reads and teaches at the same time, and at the same time devotes a lot of time to cultivating him. Like his father, he inherits the sages of the past, is familiar with Confucius and Mencius, and takes loyalty to the emperor and serving the country as his highest ideal. Study, day and night.
Now his father's ideal has turned into a piece of loess, he is the only remaining blood of the Yan family, one day, he will definitely enter the cabinet to pay homage to the prime minister, benefit the country and the people, glorify the lintel, fulfill his father's last wish, and also repay Yuan The great kindness of the family to him.
Yuan Sikong kowtowed to the spiritual tablets of his parents, and also kowtowed to the ancestors of the Yuan family, reflecting on his own mistakes.
Yuanmao treats him as his own, but he always remembers that he is not his own. He is cautious in everything, respects his parents, respects brothers and sisters, and does not want to cause any trouble to the Yuan family. He has never made a mistake in the past four years. Yu'er broke his leg as a result, he was extremely ashamed, and secretly vowed to be more self-disciplined in the future.
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Kneeling in the middle of the night, Yuan Sikong's knees were already numb with pain, the surrounding chill hit his bones, he was so sleepy that his eyelids fell, but he didn't neglect at all, even if there was no one around, he believed that his parents were in the spirit of heaven, watching him .
The long night was long, and I didn't know when it would come to an end. Just when Yuan Sikong was so sleepy that he was about to fall to the ground, the door of the mourning hall was quietly pushed open.
Yuan Sikong woke up and looked back, it was Yue Qingshuang who walked in with a cloak and a bowl of noodles.
"Mother..."
"Hey, you've been kneeling like this." Yue Qingshuang wrapped the cloak around him, put her face in front of him, touched his cold little face, and said distressedly: "You're freezing, you're hungry , eat something."
Yuan Sikong shook his head: "Father punished me to kneel on my knees all night. Don't be disrespectful to my ancestors. Besides, if I let father know, he will be even angrier."
"Silly boy, your father is someone who can wake up even when mosquitoes fly by, won't he know when you think I'm here? Take a break and eat some noodles."
Yuan Sikong shook his head again, with a firm attitude: "Mother, I am introspecting. I am not cold or hungry. Go back and rest."
Yue Qingshuang said helplessly: "Your temper really resembles your father's."
Yuan Sikong was a little ashamed: "Mother, don't you blame me?"
"There is no child who does not make mistakes. Besides, Yu'er is fine." Yue Qingshuang looked at Yuan Sikong's handsome and aura face, his eyes became more gentle, "My Ying'er died at the age of four, I cut out a piece of flesh in my heart, and the wound didn't heal until you came to our house, you are my son, never treat yourself as an outsider, you can make mistakes, understand?"
Yuan Sikong's nose was sore, and he choked with sobs and let out a "hmm".
Yue Qingshuang caressed his face: "You are as stubborn as your father, so mother will not force you, and I will come over for dinner at dawn tomorrow."
"yes."