Xu Fengnian looked at the table that became more and more empty after having two chess pieces, and was stunned. Finally, he raised his head and looked at the empty table opposite the table. He remained silent.

The sky outside the window is blue and white, and the vision inside the house is no longer dim. The dark clouds dissipate, and wisps of light are projected in, clearly reflecting the leisurely dust that ordinary people cannot see with their naked eyes.

In this house where Xu Fengnian was alone, he was like flying.

As he made a move, starting with the three words Xu Fengnian, names blurted out from his mouth.

There are those in Northern Liang, those in Northern Mang, and those in Liyang.

There are dead people and living people.

Some are famous, some are rising, and some are unknown.

When he talked about Lu Xu, Xu Fengnian paused for a moment and said, "Zhao Zhuan opened six halls at the suggestion of Qi Yanglong, and added six halls to the six majors of the Palace Pavilion. This was after the master of the Han family's hometown, and he took advantage of the situation to set the posthumous title for the word "wu". In order to appease civil officials and divide the power of the six ministries at the same time. During this period, it is said that the emperor of the Zhao family intends to disgust the King of Jing'an Zhao Xun, whom you assisted, summon you to Beijing to enter the Hongwen Hall, one of the six halls. Do you want to go? Zhao Xun is willing to let go? Even if Zhao Xun can continue to endure humiliation and do your best, and have to let you leave Xiangfan City in Qingzhou alive, how much price do you have to pay?"

Xu Fengnian suddenly smiled and said, "Since you are difficult to do, Zhao Xun is even more difficult, then I will be a good person."

Xu Fengnian did not turn his head, but raised his voice and said, "Mi Fengjie, Fan Xiaochai, you two go to Xiangfan City and invite Lu Xu to Beiliang. If he doesn't want to, he will rob him."

Soon Xu Fengnian sighed and said to himself: "Forget it, if Lu Xu really doesn't want to come to Beiliang, then send him to a place where you don't have to worry about Zhao Gou."

Xu Fengnian looked across the table and whispered: "I really don't have good luck in gambling, and it's a kindness to women. Fortunately, Xu Xiao has been taught this lesson by you for so many years, and I have seen it with my own eyes not once or twice."

Looking down, there were not many chess jars and fish brain frozen chess pieces, and the tabletop became dense, with black and white intertwined, reminding him of the battle between the dragon cavalry and the Rouran cavalry outside the mouth of the gourd.

Xu Fengnian finally started drinking. Before practicing martial arts, he was drunk, so he fell asleep. He leaned against the back of the chair, and felt like he was huddling on the chair and fell asleep.

He still murmured repeatedly in his dream, "Everyone is gone, all is gone..."

———

Emperor Zhao Zhuan obviously wanted to follow the diligent tradition of the late emperor, but compared to the late emperor's all-night trip, Zhao Zhuan seemed more restrained, and even practiced a set of fists every morning. It was taught by the Qingcheng Mountain Realm who now shares the Taoism with the Tianshi Mansion of Longhu Mountain to the Emperor. If the young emperor heard more and said less at the small dynasty meeting in the hall, and had very few judgments, then now he has begun to gradually possess the demeanor that the Nine Five Lords should have, except Qiyang Long

Huan Wen's few old men, even Zhao Youling, who has been in charge of the Minister of Personnel for many years, have obviously become nervous. They re-examine the world's edition, review the candidates for the Sixth Hall Bachelor's School, and the promotion and demotion of former subordinate officials of the Ministry of Personnel, one after another, have to make Zhao Youling cheer up to deal with it. This made Song Tanglu relieved. The Liyang Dynasty could not withstand any turbulence and shaking at this time. If there were any signs of a big bullying in the court center when fighting on the two fronts of Liyang, Song Tanglu knew it clearly.

The Taoist Association was labeled as eunuchs interfering in politics, and they also had to blow the storm of some people who were qualified to join the small dynasty. Perhaps it was really God bless Liyang. Guangling Dao was not successful at the beginning, and two veterans were entrusted with high expectations of the court. One of them died in the entire army and the other caught a turtle in the jar, becoming a laughing stock, and they all lost to young people who could almost be their grandson. Fortunately, the confidant general named Song Li of Guangling King Zhao Yi was not only a blessing general who was the uncle of Ziqian, but also a blessing general in Liyang. He soon lost all the land lost on the entire eastern front of Guangling.

The recovery made the remnants of Western Chu who dared to yell and fight all the way north to the capital, and their arrogance was immediately set. In the northwest, the court was talking about the place called Hulukou in Beiliang Youzhou, which was defeated continuously, such as the Iron Cavalry of Beiliang, and the vulnerable embroidered pillow. Fortunately, General Yuan Tingshan of Jizhou turned the tide and completely defeated the two more than 10,000 elite cavalry of Beimang in autumn and winter. In this comparison, who wouldn't scold the Beiliang border army, who had a wine bag, and Xu Fengnian who had never known where to hide?

Song Tanglu naturally knew many secrets that even the six ministers should not know, such as the heavy price paid by the Beimang infantry to break through the two small towns outside the Youzhou Pass, the surrender of the Hulukou, the emergence of Xu Fengnian's Youzhou cavalry, and even the snow dragon cavalry on the battlefield, but these secrets were just rotten in their stomachs. Song Tanglu also knew a "interesting thing" that had to grit their teeth. Today, when Zi liked to collect "jade dolls" and carved it with the reputation of various materials, it was vivid and lifelike, from one inch to four inch, there were three heights between inch, totaling nine levels. Song Li was known for his outstanding military achievements in the capital, and the jade man "Song Li" was standing on the table in a secluded study in the emperor, and Yuan Tingshan jumped from one inch to six inch after making the contribution.

At three inches high, the relatively fresh-faced jade man, Sun Yin, the priest who was a martial arts slandering warriors, and the newly-entered "chess saint" Fan Changhou, the second-eyed Lang Gaotingshu, who was very eye-catching in the border area of ​​the Ministry of War's political observation. Yesterday, Song Tanglu walked into the small study where he, the chief of the Sili Supervisor, entered the seal and two eunuchs on duty, and found a brand new jade man. Even though there was no one in the house at that time, Song Tanglu, who was the leader of the eunuch, still dared to take a look and found that he was an extremely young stranger, and his spirit was very different from other jade men. This "person" closed his eyes and focused, like a blind man. Before leaving the house, Song Tanglu guessed the identity of this person. When he was at the bottom of the day, he had to make a living in the shabby alley in Qingzhou, a person who had no record of the file in the Ministry of Personnel, Lu Xu.

There is no big dynasty meeting today. Emperor Zhao Zhuan can only play that set of fists when it is already dark. The queen has been feeling cold recently and is not feeling well. His Majesty the Emperor specially asked her to go to her parents' home to recuperate and relax. During this period, the emperor did not come to any woman. The common people often say that the emperor is not anxious, but most of them do not know the true meaning. In fact, it is time. Small families still have the saying that there is no filial piety and no queen. For a vast dynasty

As for the ruler of a country without children, it is an invisible disaster. The longer the time goes by, countless bloody allusions in history books are clearly stated, which is enough to cause various unpredictable "changes" of "heaven". However, no matter how careful Song Tanglu and Diaosi persuaded him, His Majesty refused, and he smiled and told Song Tanglu that he could do this with equal rain and dew in the palace. However, now the queen is still sick at her parents' home, so he will never do it.

Song Tanglu sincerely respected him.

Moreover, if His Majesty the Emperor practices boxing every day, how could it be a boring act to spend time?

Song Tanglu believes that people cannot believe that when Zi ascended the throne, he had already begun to prepare for becoming the monarch who had been in power for the longest time in Liyang. The emperor in the Zhaoshi room in Liyang sat on the dragon throne for thirty-four years. But that person ascended the throne at the age of thirty-five, and Song Tanglu believes that it is not difficult to do it today.

After Zhao Zhuan finished his fist, he began to walk around in a small circle. At this time, he would talk to himself.

So Song Tanglu raised his waist and quietly took eight steps back, not one step more and more. This little rule was formulated by Han Shengxuan, the eunuch in charge of the seal of the former Sili Supervisor. The rules were not big, but they were enough to make Song Tanglu and even his next eunuch in charge of the seal.

Zhao Zhuan went around the circle and said softly: "Sun Yin, who has no official position for the time being, is right. The vassal kings in various places cannot serve as the governor. But this change has to be done slowly. First, add the deputy governor in the place without the vassal kings. In another year and a half, find two officials of the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Personnel who are effective, and then start from my elder brother, and add the deputy envoy, and then promote it, which becomes a regular rule. According to Sun Yin, it doesn't take too long.

Time, just find a vassal king with unclean butt, and ask the censor to write a letter to impeach the governor and remove the governor. Sun Yin said that the candidate was not appropriate, and the time was urgent. Well, in my opinion, the King of Han is a good target. Sun Yin, who is young and thinks about his intentions, would be an old fox like Yin Maochun. If he was not from Beiliang, he had to continue to observe, otherwise I could restore your official position today, and even reserve a bachelor's degree in Chongwenguan for you, it would be fine."

Zhao Zhuan, who was walking slowly, raised his hands and rubbed his temples, "Since Lu Shengxiang has become a powerful general, he has to resign from the position of Left Minister of the Ministry of War, and just make a living, and give it to the right-hand man who has followed Gu Jiantang for many years. In the first place, he can suppress the military forces of Guangling and Jiangnan. The huge Ministry of War, Lu Baijie, Minister of the Minister of War, Lu Shengxiang and Xu Gong, are all from there, which is too unreasonable. Moreover, promoting the Tang Tiexhuang, who has no lack of military achievements and reputation, will also prevent Gu Jiantang from becoming the second..."

Zhao Zhuan snorted coldly, not continuing to say the name that he had heard calluses in his ears since he was a child.

In fact, he didn't have much disgust towards the old man. On the contrary, he had a different view from the late emperor deep in his heart, but he had been hiding well over the years. Otherwise, he would not have thought of getting close to the chair in his life.

But Zhao Zhuan, the man's son, was really upset when he thought of it.

At this moment, he began to truly understand the late emperor.

The previous generation was two people, one was the monarch and one was the subject, one was the last name of Zhao and the other was Xu.

The two young people in this generation are exactly the same.

Zhao Zhuan pressed his finger on his temple, stopped, and his voice was very light, and he smiled and said, "Everyone in the world envies and envys your surname Xu, so he likes to scold you. No matter what you do, it is wrong. It seems that no one dares to scold me! Since you also feel that you can't kill your father and your son, for fear of being called a slave to your family, I will let you die with peace of mind."

Zhao Zhuan suddenly frowned, as if asking himself, "If I were standing in your position, would I go to the north and go to Beimang?"

Zhao Zhuan shook his head, not thinking about this meaningless question. Haha, laughing, unable to stop his pleasure, "It's a pity that you always have the surname Xu, and my surname is Zhao. My dragon son and grandson are still in the national surname for generations! As for you, let's lie in the history books with the 300,000 cavalry of Beiliang. After you die, I will definitely let those civil servants who study history give you a few "good" final statements."

———

On the easternmost front of Beimang, Wang Jingchong, who had just suffered a defeat in Jibei, was traveling west with only two hundred personal cavalry in Gusai Prefecture in the playful eyes of a group of colleagues.

His grandfather, who lived to his seventies, died as the head of the family surname Yi of the Southern Dynasty. And the great grandfather who could be honored as Qi Yi Renrui in a few years was still alive. Although he had long ignored family affairs and even deafened the officialdom of the Southern Dynasty for many years. Such white-haired people seemed to be very different from sending white-haired people. However, in the temple of Xijing, the Wang family, which had always been nicknamed the fence-haired people, no matter how strong the wind blows, the Wang family is still prosperous. Wang Jingchong remembers that before the juvenile scribbling of the Southern Dynasty, everyone was in danger, there were many people who went on to copy the melons in the Southern Dynasty when he was young.

The elderly survivors of the Spring and Autumn Period began to prepare for their funeral. Wang Jingchong's great-grandfather was not the first old man to think about burying him back to his hometown of the Central Plains after his death, nor was he the first old man to threaten to be buried in the Southern Dynasty to show goodwill to Beiting. The great-grandfather always did not hurry or slow down, and was very slow. If it was a little bit ugly, it would be followed and utilitarian. But Wang Jingchong knew that if he had not had the "slowness" of his great-grandfather's affairs in many things and his words in times of crisis, the Wang family would have climbed from the T-character clan to the Yi-character clan, and would have been gone.

Wang Jingchong had a intuition that the one who succeeded the head of the family was not someone else, but Wang Jingchong.

As for why he and another Nabo would lose troops and generals in Jibei, it was not that Wang Jingchong and that man were really careless and lazy, nor that his subordinates had low combat power, nor that the Liyang Dynasty believed that the timing and location of Yuan Tingshan's choice of military use were too exciting.

The inside story is that Taiping Order sent someone a message to them. In the battle of Jibei, you can only lose but not win, and you can only lose a small amount but not lose a big one.

Wang Jingchong smiled while riding his horse.

Whether it is Yuan Tingshan or Gu Jiantang, you can wait for the Liyang Dynasty.

———

The old imperial palace of Dachu.

A man in blue shirt who had been waiting for many years, walked alone into the abandoned courtyard that had not been opened for many years. At that time, there were many national players here, and he was the most proud.

He searched for a long time but couldn't find the two chess jars that had been taken from them countless times.

Before he walked out of the yard, he could only settle for the second best, and took the other two old chess boxes that he was still familiar with.

He whispered: "The next time I appear outside Tai-An City, I will tell the people of the world that there was no beauty in Da Chu back then."

On this day, the great official Cao Changqing's realm of Confucianism and saints went from the king's way to the domineering power.

———

In the eyes of outsiders, southern Xinjiang is a wilderness with miasma. Since the founding of the Qin Dynasty, it has always been a fear of being an official here. The emperor demoted those officials who were disobedient and unable to kill, and liked to let them go here. It was so difficult that they came here by chance that they would be the King of Yan and not the King of Huainan. Zhao Bing, who has worked diligently to guard the border for so many years, strictly abide by the laws and regulations of the clan and vassal states without complaints. Previously, even the eldest son, the crown prince and several other sons, had been spread to the north without any absurd behavior, which won sympathy. In addition, Zhao Bing has always treated officials well in the jurisdiction, and many of them came with a sense of dying.

All the civil officials who were the officials but eventually returned north were highly praised by Zhao Bing. Occasionally, Jiangnan literati joked about Zhao Bing's liking habit of breaking sleeves, and they didn't see any shame in Zhao Bing. If it weren't for the great reputation of the prince Zhao Zhu, Zhao Zhu, who was disappointed in the Jingnan incident, there might be more people who were close to the southern Xinjiang. After all, they had high expectations for Zhao Zhu. After all, this young man who joined the army liked to go to the barbarian tribe to kill people to build Jingguan. It was too pale in comparison to the heroic death of King Zhao Ying of Huainan, let alone the fact that he had thousands of miles of help from King Zhao Xun of Jing'an, so that the entire army was almost wiped out.

Nalan Youci has always been a foggy existence. Some people described him as a character who should only appear in Romance novels. It is rumored that he is more beautiful than a woman. He used beauty and strategy to confuse King Zhao Bing of Yan Zhi to be fascinated by the fact that he was willing to stay in the southern Xinjiang for twenty years. Some people also said it was true that Mr. Nalan, who was the most luxurious man in southern Xinjiang, was surrounded by five people, named Fengdu, Dongyue, Western Shu, Sanzi and Chenglu.

There is no snow in the southern border in winter. As for the spring cold that can make the famous scholars in the south of the Yangtze River cold, it is never too cold here.

On the top floor of a towering densely-eaveted book building with a height of thirteen floors, a handsome middle-aged scholar, dressed in thin clothes. He was asking a group of belleons to help him carry books and spread books, while he was sitting peacefully on a small red sandalwood bed, leisurely holding books and reading books.

He sat up, put the yellowed book in his hand on his knees, and asked a young beautiful woman with a plump figure closest to him, "I know there are not many women in the world who are of the same beauty as you, but it is easy for me to find a few more, but in the end I am the only five of you?"

The woman nicknamed the walking pavilion turned her head and smiled into two crescent moons. "Sir, sir, sir, sir, how can I guess the thoughts of the teacher."

The scholar joked: "Just your flattery skills, if you entered the palace and died, it would be the life of a little concubine."

The maid's smile became softer and her eyes were obsessed with charm and naturalness. "But I really didn't mean to say good things to the sir."

The man smiled softly, blinked, and said in a hint: "I know, don't be busy anymore, go downstairs and play, let me, the pedantic gentleman, be pedantic alone?"

The five of them walked downstairs without any sluggishness.

This scholar who can be called a more vassal king than the Yan Chi King Zhao Bing, naturally can only be Nalan Youci.

He looked down at the book given to his old friend, an ordinary Confucian classic, not surprisingly, unlike the exquisite engraving book, the more valuable it is. After more than twenty years, no one is willing to accept this book. However, Mr. Nalan, who is the best in southern Xinjiang, has carefully collected it for more than twenty years. In addition to posting the books himself, he only took it out of the sandalwood box for two or three days a year. Zhao Bing once asked privately, saying that what he gave was not as good as an old book? Nalan Youci just shook his head, but fortunately, Zhao Bing never cared about such details.

Nalan Youci looked at the relics of his old friend who had no tomb after his death and chuckled softly: "I was so poor that I could still make a sound of two or three copper coins. You are so pitiful that you don't even have a bag of money. You and I went to study in various countries together. When we parted, you, who had only two books, gave me this book. How did you say that King Yan Chi compete with you? He is really willing to give me half of his family's fortune?"

Nalan Youci raised his head, squinted his eyes, and looked at the sky, "Three corpses on the eastern and western Sichuan roads on Fengdu, and the cross is ten people. This is all your efforts. Over the years, there are three dead people who have been confirmed and confirmed. There are two missing people. There are five left, one more than you and I expected. It is enough. For these last five people, Zhao Bing killed tens of thousands of people in southern Xinjiang. Not to mention the refugees in Beiliang, you are in Beiliang, but nearly ten thousand people died just by the border troops."

Nalan Youci stretched out his hand to stroke his forehead. His expression was extremely contradictory, as if he was both sad and satisfied. He laughed softly: "You said that since the Youshishi, after hundreds of years of evolution, Youshishi has stopped wandering and turned into a family. The country, the name of the country is in front of the family, and the name of the family is in the front. You were just a poor scholar back then, so I told me that you should try it and let the scholars all over the world put the name of the country before the name of the family again. For this reason, the situation you set up, in the end, except for those five people, I only know the world."

The towering towered into the clouds, and the wind came from all sides. A breeze blew on his face, and Nalan Youci's hair was shattering.

There was a slight rustling sound from the book on his knees.

Nalan Youci closed his eyes and listened carefully to the sound of the pages turning, and the corners of his mouth raised, "You once asked me seriously, 'One day, when you suddenly die, how will you resist life and death?' I once answered with cleverness, 'Life and death are small, but my confidant is big. When my heart is at peace, there is a real Pure Land and a real lotus pond."

The spring breeze turns over the pages of the book.
Chapter completed!