Mr. Yuanjing looked at the swimming koi in the pond in the courtyard with a gentle and authentic expression.
"Just come back."
Han Yuren was fine, but his spirits were a little gloomy.
"The disciple is not filial, and the master is implicated in it, and he almost lost his reputation for a lifetime."
Seeing Han Yu kneeling on the ground, Mr. Yuanjing sneered, "Get up, I haven't seen you so well-behaved in the past."
Han Yu felt uneasy in his heart, and he was not sure what his master would use in exchange for his safety in northern Xinjiang.
It would be bad if this matter was exaggerated, saying that Mr. Yuanjing secretly communicated with Beijiang.
"It's okay, the letter you wrote for the teacher won't be a handle to being restrained. What are you doing so carefully?"
After Han Yu heard this, he was relieved.
Mr. Yuanjing waved to him and said, "Come to the teacher and get closer."
Han Yu acted according to his words and got closer. Mr. Yuanjing raised his right hand and pinched flesh or bone on his face, causing his face to hurt.
After a long time, Mr. Yuanjing showed a complicated expression of joy or worry, which made Han Yu very puzzled.
"Go on, it's all right, call Zixiao."
Letting go, Mr. Yuanjing turned his head to feed the koi in the pond, without even looking at Han Yu.
Han Yu had never seen Mr. Yuanjing like this before, and felt uneasy in his heart, but he obeyed and informed Wei Ci to come over.
"It really is different."
Unexpectedly, Wei Ci said this to him as soon as they met.
"What's the difference?" Han Yu was horrified by his stare.
"Nothing..." Wei Ci lowered her eyebrows and said, "Since the master called me over, I can't make him wait for a long time."
Leaving behind Han Yu, who was full of confusion, Wei Ci sighed in her heart, and the dark clouds in her heart gradually dissipated.
Han Yu wondered, "One or two... why are they so strange..."
"The world is huge, and there are all kinds of wonders. The same person's face has changed drastically in just a few days. I always feel that these decades have been lived in vain..." Just as Wei Ci approached, Mr. Yuanjing had already found him, and said with emotion, "Zixiao , you say this disaster, is it a blessing or a curse?"
Wei Ci said, "For Dongqing, it is a disaster rather than a blessing; for Wen Bin, it is a blessing rather than a disaster."
The accidental death of the prince of Zhenbei Houfu was completely beyond Wei Ci's expectations. He didn't have to think about it to know how severe the situation of Dongqing would become in the next few years after this fuse was ignited. The pace of arrival came much earlier than I remembered.
Fortune and misfortune depended on each other, Dongqing was unlucky, but Han Yu got a favor.
Wei Ci left Dongqing early that year, but she kept in contact with her classmates by letter, and she knew what happened to them.
Han Yu is in the doom of looting his family and exterminating his family.
In terms of appearance alone, his fortunes are weak, there is a peach blossom disaster in the inner courtyard, the husband and wife palace is in decline, and due to the disaster of the woman, he is doomed to die in his prime.
In fact, this is indeed the case. Han Yu was appeased in middle age due to the rebellion of his wife and clan.
Wei Ci studied under Yuanjing, and was also quite accomplished in the aspect of facial features. Naturally, he could see the changes in Han Yu's facial features.
Mr. Yuanjing smiled and said, "Looking at it like this, Liu Xi is really the son of heaven."
Wei Ci said softly but affirmed, "She is."
After listening to Mr. Yuanjing, he was relieved at first, and then he showed a complicated expression, "It's still a piece of uncut jade, although Liu Zhongqing's persuasion will lead to little effect, and it will be vicious. If there is no change, I am afraid that Unbelievable Lord of the World..."
Wei Ci was silent, can he say that the current His Majesty has restrained a lot
She is not Mingjun Wanshi, and she is not even close to Mingjun.
The history books are mixed, with some praising her for being enlightened, while others slandering her for being tyrannical.
The former is debatable, and the latter has a bad track record.
Mr. Yuanjing tilted his head and seemed to be thinking. For a man in his 40s and 50s, this action was suspected of being malicious and cute, but it complemented each other in this unusually young and energetic person.
Wei Ci said softly, "That's rough jade, not a stubborn stone. No matter how you carve a stubborn stone, the essence is still a stubborn stone, but rough jade is different."
He didn't know where the change had occurred, but he could see the change in Jiang Pengji.
After hearing this, Mr. Yuanjing smiled kindly, raised his hand and tapped Wei Ci's head.
"Different hearts."
Wei Ci lowered her head, her face sullen.
The fact that Han Yu was out of danger naturally spread quietly throughout Shangjing, and everyone who paid close attention to this matter received the news.
"I don't know what Mr. Yuanjing wrote, but Beijiang was easily convinced..."
The wounded Feng Jin had a good life in his small days. Although he was a little depressed because he was unable to participate in the evaluation, he quickly adjusted his mentality.
When others were still writing hard, holding the booklet and reading all night, he drank a little wine and fought with Jiang Pengji on the chessboard.
Jiang Pengji pouted, and said, "The people in Beijiang have muscles in their heads to make such a reckless man bow their heads. The content given by Mr. Yuanjing must be to the point. With a slap in the face, the other party will not The one who dares to speak."
Jiang Pengji judged that he almost did not miss it, even the matter of Mr. Yuanjing.
Feng Jin was curious and said, "Then guess what he wrote?"
"I guess? I guess there are three possibilities. First, the strategy of attacking the city and defeating the enemy hits the key points in the hinterland of northern Xinjiang, but no matter how good the strategy is, it must have this force to execute. If Mr. Yuanjing presents a strategy to defeat the enemy in northern Xinjiang , Deterrence is the main thing, and silently conveys a sentence - if you see it, such a strategy can kill you, Dongqing can't figure it out, this old man can take refuge in a country that can kill you."
Feng Jin was amused by Jiang Pengji's vivid simulation, almost choking.
Jiang Pengji muttered, "Secondly, maybe it's the secret of the Northern Border Imperial Court?"
Feng Jin finally restrained her smile and asked her, "What about the third?"
He knew that Jiang Pengji was talking nonsense, but people showed a serious expression, which made him laugh.
"Thirdly, I read a piece of history at home before. The three tribes in the northern Xinjiang are descendants of the Qiang and Wu tribes of the previous dynasty. They are brave and good at fighting. In just a few decades, the population expanded from less than 200,000 to more than 3 million…”
Feng Jin listened attentively. He also knew about this history, but it had nothing to do with the topic, right
Jiang Pengji took a sip of tea, moistened her lips, and continued, "The Qiang Wu clan has a huge and very elite rattan cavalry. The rattan armor is made by the Qiang Wu clan in a special way, which is lighter than ordinary armor and difficult to use with swords and guns. Enter. These rattan cavalry are very difficult to deal with, and they have become a weapon for them to cross the north. In the end, they even want to use the power of rattan cavalry to wield the Central Plains and dominate the Central Plains. Killing the Buddha, destroying the dead, no one can stop it..."
Feng Jin recalled it in his mind and said, "The rattan cavalry, Jin has heard of it. In the end, half a million rattan cavalry were buried in the Qichuan Plain..."
500,000 is an exaggeration, but it is certainly not small.
That was the history of the end of the Sixteen Kingdoms' turbulent times. Five hundred thousand rattan cavalrymen swept half of the Central Plains. In the end, Xu was set on fire by Huangfu Fengmin, the founding prime minister of the Xia Dynasty, and surrounded the Qichuan Plain. No one survived.
Jiang Pengji smiled suddenly, "If I were Mr. Yuanjing, I don't need to say anything else, just say one sentence - do you remember that a fire in the Qichuan Plain extinguished the ancestor's ambition to enter the Central Plains?"
After Feng Jin heard it, he was stunned for a while, and said, "Did the three tribes in the northern border rebuild the rattan cavalry?"
Thinking of the horror of the rattan cavalry in the history books, Feng Jin felt that his scalp was about to explode.
Although the northern Xinjiang is not a good place, it is rich in high-quality horses, and it is not difficult to form a strange army.
The terrain of Dongqing is very gentle. If the rattan cavalry broke the northern defense line and let them enter the hinterland of Dongqing, it would be impossible to stop them.
Jiang Pengji shook her head, thinking back to the northern warriors she had seen before, the armor on their bodies was different, and she couldn't remember what was wrong at that time. She went back and flipped through Cheng Cheng's collection of books and saw the history of Qichuan Plain. Just remembered.
Jiang Pengji said, "The weakness of the rattan armored cavalry is too obvious, and the Qiang Wu clan has fallen on it, how can the three northern tribes be so stupid?"
In fact, according to Jiang Pengji's observation that night, the "vine armor" made by the three tribes in the northern Xinjiang did not seem to be very afraid of fire.
"If Mr. Yuanjing did this, at most it would be a warning to them - the sample, you are too young to play with the old man."
Feng Jin: "Pfft—"
Squirting tea, he really didn't mean it.