On the land of Guanzhong, a team of horses' hooves stomped on the dusty side broke the silence and tranquility in winter.

However, Zheng Ting, who had been declared as the prime minister, was on his way to the eastern capital Luoyang by left relocation; the ox cart that was walking quietly ran over the land that was still covered with locust plague and severe drought, and the cracked and crispy ground area easily crushed deep traces under the shaft.

However, for Zheng Ting, he had just passed the place where Bashang had not yet left Gyeonggi Province. In the past, Guanzhong was densely populated, with roads and scattered business and travelers gathering, and only the desolation and desolation after the disaster were left. However, all of this was temporarily covered by thick snow.

Just like the best portrayal of the Tang Dynasty court, who is now strong outside and can't make any effort to make the gap, but can't make any more sewage. Now, the turbid currents in the court should be ecstatic and cheering each other to get rid of the last stumbling block that is in trouble.

Although the rumors that Lu Xie's party, no matter how alarmist and decisive the truth, there is no direct evidence to attack any relationship between him as the prime minister.

But the last blow to him was the rebellion and the resignation of his gangsters. Feng Yun, the cardinal officer and disciple, made a move. He still had a close relationship with the former prime minister Wang Duo. This successfully caused the emperor to be in a state of disgrace to Wang Duo, who had lost his troops and humiliated the country, and he was also in a suffocating manner.

He was then expelled from the Minister of War and was under the Secretary of the Central Committee and demoted to the Prince's Guest. He was divided into the Dongdu Da Nei and appointed the prosecutor to Luoyang and was imprisoned and thought about his mistakes.

However, before leaving, he wrote to the last time: "The thief army is one million, and he is rampant in the world. Gao Pian fights passively and has no intention of eliminating the thieves. The safety of the country depends entirely on us. You rely on the Huainan army, and I don't know what the ending will be." However, he was so angry that he was so angry that he didn't know what methods the other party would have to wait for him next.

But no matter what, at this moment he still felt a sense of relaxation and relief, even though this was not the result of his wish. He could not help but recite loudly:

"The imperial edict and the night are separated, although it is in the green clouds and remembers the white clouds.

When you repay your kindness, you will return home. Why should you please change your articles?”

However, before he could taste the artistic conception of this new work, the ox cart stopped, and then there was a horse riding a Qingdao and a guard pavilion in front and behind the wings and the leader of the sermon came over and whispered to report:

"My husband, there is a brigade of refugees passing by in front of you. The men are driving away. Please wait for a while for your family."

Then, Zheng Qi raised a corner of the car window curtain and saw a crowd of people staggering in the thick snowy fields on the deserted fields from afar. The various skinny and slim figures highlighted the big belly reminded of the drawings of the six paths of hungry ghosts in the Pure Land murals of the Daguangjiao Temple;

Now it seems to be coming to the world alive. For a moment, he felt that his heart was not very pleasant but had nowhere to be dissolved. This was the people of the Tang Dynasty, this was the most wise place in the Kinki, Guanzhong. He had been in Chang'an City for too long, and had forgotten how clear and clear the world vaguely outside the capital.

As those horse riding horses continued to drive them away, these hungry people, who were so hunched that they could not see the difference between men, women, and young, slowly scattered towards the distance like wriggling ants. During this process, people fell on the snow from time to time, and then they could no longer get up.

They seemed to be covered in hangs and full of swords and bows, and were not worried about the resistance and persistence of these refugees. They just wanted to not let these dirty and dirty things get too close to each other, and to defile the vision of the nobles, their families, slaves, and disciples they escorted.

Looking at these, Zheng Ting suddenly became a little excited when he was driving away the red and sweaty faces of the Breaking Pavilion and the Lord, who were all red and sweating. As one of the seven major tribes in Shandong, he had seen the scene of continuous disasters and exiles everywhere;

In a sense, this is also a great opportunity for them to expand their family business and buy land, save and shelter tenants, and to support their families. They not only have the reputation of doing good and accumulating virtue, but also can strengthen and consolidate the origin of their family business.

But they are not as shocking as what I saw after I gave up the appearance. In the vaguely dull and hunched expressions of these hungry ghosts on the ground, they don’t know what kind of terrible things are brewing. Maybe they are the next Huang Chao or Wang Xianzhi’s accomplices.

He couldn't help but remember the half of the Xu family's demon book, "On the Roots of Social Contradictions and Dynasty Cycle Laws" that was taken out by Wang Xiao from Guangzhou and sent to him from all over the place as a viewing book; he felt that there was a kind of powerlessness to do anything about the destined result, and he became increasingly upset.

After all, he is no longer the "Saving Prime Minister" who strives to revitalize the world. But he is at least a serious imperial examination and a family. He has gone through the imperial examination step by step from the museum, provincial government, external envoy, and cabinet step by step, and the prime minister's responsibility to "ascend to immortality".

Therefore, even though his family was demoting and exiling to the Dongdu, there were still many followers and followers and a whole team of Jinwu children escorting them. There were also many people available. In fact, if he hadn't wanted to disturb the place too much, many officials from the places along the way would have come out to greet and make a fortune.

Later, some of these followers were ordered to report to him that most of these hungry people fled from Hezhong Prefecture/Puzhou (now Yuncheng, Shanxi). Zheng Ting's entangled thoughts were a little calmer.

That is, as the vassal state, Li Du, the governor of Hezhong Jiedu, the natural and ruled by Li Du, the starving people fled into the pass, which was not the direct responsibility and connection of the imperial court for a while.

However, when his whole family passed through Tongguan, which has been prosperous for thousands of years, arrived at the official inn where Taoyuanshou was located, which was where Du Fu once wrote "Tongguan Officials" and began to use the inn to serve food with all his might; but he couldn't help but hear the ghost cry of the night owl singing the slang lyrics of the countryside:

"Come to the hall in the morning... Go to bed in the evening... The thief officials steal silver and grain..."

"Eat your mother, take your mother... the wealthy family recruits concubines to ask for your mother..."

"Food without meat, cry without tears... All the poor men in the world are hanging their beams..."

Then the strange voice paused and sang again:

"Welcome the Huang King, and hope that the Huang King will not pay food when he comes, and the poor and miserable world will sing happily."

With an instant, Zheng Qi's soup silver bowl in his hand connected to the lotus spoon, and then knocked it over the table with his hands, and splashed his luxurious and exquisite robe, full of greasy and greasy filth.

There was even a deafening roar and shouting sound from the outside, but it was a rebellious person who was not a public tune and who was qualified to "spoke words and confuse the public" in the midst of movements that were not public.

Then at this moment, Zheng Ting could no longer say anything; according to the inside story he suddenly remembered, this was the shaking words made by the Void Monk for the thief Huang Ni, and now he was singing outside the Tongguan, the gateway to the capital.

This made him once again cast a deep shadow in his heart, which was already fighting the thief in the south, and his worrying heart was full of worries. You must know that according to the Huainan news, the yellow thief should be at the end of his journey. Why would anyone sing songs to him between the two capitals in the north?

At this moment, he was really angry, even though he was no longer the leader of the minister who was in charge of the people of the world.

At this time, the shrill shouts came to mind again outside the inn.

"The news from Kanto is urgent, I'll change my horse quickly..."

I saw a general who was wearing a wooden clamp with a messenger on his back and was sweating profusely holding a girl passing by the wooden deed in his hand. With a scattered sound, he rode away again on a newly changed fast horse.

This scene once again made Zheng Ting's thoughts a little gloomy; since it was not the good news that could be sung and heard along the way or the Lubu who played the victories, was there something wrong with Heshuo or Hedong?

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Outside Jingmen City,

Zhao Yingong, the general of the Taiping Forefront, was sprinting in the thin snow. He felt the biting pain of the cold wave on his face. With the moment of stopping, the snowflakes fell all over his clothes and armor, and was blown away or soaked into the cloak and robe. He felt a little nostalgic.

It was already a long time ago for him. At that time, he was a military clan from Longxi but dreamed of making achievements. He was a young man who went to the Shence Bian Camp outside Chang'an City to join the army.

His real name comes from Lu Lun's "The Song of the Frontier" by the flying general Li Guang in ancient times: The forest is dark and the grass is rushing, and the general draws the bow at night. However, the twists and turns of the world over the years, especially the time of the Guiguan, Huguan and Annan, which made him almost forget what the snow looks like.

After joining and experiencing these changes in the Taiping Army, he, like those Long March athletes of all kinds of backgrounds, couldn't help but have a strange and persistent extravagant hope; perhaps he had the opportunity to return to his hometown in his life; even as a rebel who turbulent the world or a hero of the new dynasty;

The beautiful scenery of the Tianshui grassland, the salty and turbulent lake outside Yanguan City, the rivers under the Little Qinling Mountains rushing, the sweet and clearness of the Street and Spring Pavilion... His mind flashed and thought like a flash, but his body's reaction and the horse spear in his hand did not stop at all, and he picked up the leading officers among a small group of officials who could not avoid it.

Then he pulled his body and lifted his horse's hooves in an instant, turning his back and stomping on the horse's hooves, and stomping on the several officers and soldiers who were struggling to surround them. Seeing that they were crying, their bones and flesh were shattered and smashed to the ground. The remaining officers and soldiers, You Yu Yong, suddenly fled away.

Zhao Yingong did not rush to chase after him, but instead controlled the horse and turned around and inserted the spears of at least two people again, and pulled them out from the ground dyed red and frozen hard. After shaking it a few times, he found that it could continue to use it, so he continued to slap the horse and gallop towards the nearest fighting sound.

There was no way, the attacks launched in the wind and snow were indeed caught off guard by these officials and soldiers; they completely released them like sheep and broke up like a sheep.

However, the subsequent volatile wind and snow, which were both large and small, not only obscured the vision and visibility, but also blocked and weakened the transmission of horns and whistles; it also made these Taiping cavalry who were constantly chasing and attacking the enemy gradually lose their specific sense of direction and reference, becoming loose and fighting on their own.

So as he fought along the way, Zhao Yingong suddenly realized that he was alone and left alone. Fortunately, most of the equipment he prepared in advance were intact, and the northern yellow horse under his crotch was quite powerful, and there was no decent opponent who could be his enemy for several matches.

At this time, the stern and frozen snow was slowing down a little, and a rapid sound of tapping sounded near him. Zhao Yingong couldn't help but put down his skin and warmed his body to prevent it from freezing. He made of spicy soju and ginger candy, and quickly drove the horse to go over.

After a sparse snow powder was wrapped in the wind and swept across the ground, more than a dozen cavalrymen who were almost dressed and dressed in Zhao Yingong, vaguely passed by more than ten steps in this hazy battlefield. However, Zhao Yingong saw clearly when he accidentally glanced at it. The word "Taining" was embroidered on the small flag they were holding, and he couldn't help but feel a stern and turned around and chased him.

In the revived storm, Zhao Yingong took a lot of effort and effort to adjust his direction and steps to keep up with them; then he took off the iron crossbow hanging on the saddle, rubbed the buckle on the saddle, and then buckled the nearest figure in front of him during the ups and downs.

In an instant, the figure in the wind and snow suddenly rushed out obliquely, and then stumbled on the ground without rushing far away, and rolled behind him with people and horses. This result greatly encouraged Zhao Yingong, and slowed down the reins and began to re-wind.

After a while, the remaining enemy cavalry in front seemed to be aware of it. Suddenly someone pulled the bow and arrow from the horse's back and turned around. Xu shouted loudly at his position. Then he saw a sharp blade with a frozen red spear piercing through the hazy curtain of wind and snow, poking his arms and shoulder armor, and lifting him away from the horse's back and throwing him to the ground.

Now the enemy cavalry that were galloping suddenly seemed to have been awakened by all, and they pulled out their weapons and arrows from the horse's back; at this time, Zhao Yingong had already lowered his horse's spear and pressed his side to the horse's back, and in an instant, he looked like an empty mount with a loss of his master.

However, just as the opponent was hesitating and hesitating, Zhao Yingong had already shot out the last crossbow arrow he carried without hesitation. Another enemy rode on the horse and cried sideways and instantly lost control of the reins, and deflected and escaped from the cavalry team of the small school.

At this time, Zhao Yingong had already rushed into the enemy cavalry that had begun to slow down, swung his sword at the enemy cavalry close to him, and cut off the straps that fixed the saddle on the horse's belly. He saw a thin blood line dragging out and making the other party dancing, and immediately fell to the other side of the mount.

This time, the remaining enemy cavalry finally discovered Zhao Yingong's existence, and without hesitation, he drove his gun and waved his sword to shoot arrows, and rushed straight towards his place where he was alive. However, while almost no one could dodge, Zhao Yingong loosened the reins and jumped into the air to escape most of the attacks.

But the yellow horse sitting down was not as lucky as it was. It whimpered and rolled on the ground with a thunderous thunderous thunderous thunderous thunderously. However, Zhao Yingong, who jumped up in the air, had already pounced on another enemy cavalry that had slashed his bow and shot in the air, and then he tightly cut his feet and clamped his back and fought with him. After a few breaths, he rolled to the ground with the overwhelmed mount.

After Zhao Yingong used the tip of his falling helmet and hit the opponent's face hard until he fainted, he leaned against his mount that was still struggling and thrusting, pulled out the opponent's sword and blocked his chest. He used his thigh that was shot with a lame arrow, squinted the cracked blood-red corners of his eyes, and looked at the enemy soldiers who were chasing him back, and couldn't help but think in his heart: Could it be that his path can only reach this point?

Then, the misty wind and snow suddenly stopped without any warning, and the bright sun again exposed to dye the white and mottled snow into golden color; and the enemy cavalry that rushed over could clearly see the other party's vicious and ferocious face and suddenly changed his expression, he suddenly turned his head and body desperately, and accelerated to slap the horse and flee far away.

Zhao Yingong couldn't help but turn around and then saw that his place was very close to the river bank. Not far from the river bank, there was a large ship full of soldiers carrying the Taiping Army flag, holding the swords, guns, bows and crossbows, slowly bulging his sails along the river, connecting the head and tail without ending.

Only then did Zhao Yingong want to check out the capture that was knocked down and knocked out by himself. Under the torn and cut battle robe and cloak of the other party, he actually wore a black light armor with tiger-head patterns to find his past memories and impressions. This is an official general with a high position.
Chapter completed!