Summer has come to an end, but the weather is weirdly hot.

The old people said that the weather this year only happened more than ten years ago. It turned out to be the year when the Supreme Emperor ascended the throne.

"When the Supreme Emperor ascended the throne, the sky was extremely hot. At that time, some officials said it was auspicious, saying... The power of the Tang Dynasty was as hot as the sun."

An old man squatted on the street, talking nonsense with a group of people.

Someone stood outside and asked, "What happened next?"

The old man spat on the ground and said, "Bah! What a hot country! It's the life of our common people. Damn it, the water is in dire straits!"

"Isn't it right? Over the past ten years, our lives have become increasingly difficult."

"Beiliao in the north is also becoming more and more rampant."

There was a crusade from the crowd.

Huang Chunhui was wearing plain clothes and walked by with his head lowered, surrounded by several guards.

"Sir, you have the eyeliner of the mirror." A guard whispered.

"Drive away." Huang Chunhui pressed down his bamboo hat and couldn't help but sigh when he heard the people yelling and cursing at Chang'an.

Later, he arrived at Pei's house.

"I'm here to see Brother Ninth."

The majestic Pei Jian took him to the ancestral hall.

The door of the ancestral hall opened, and Huang Chunhui stepped across the threshold with his body tilted.

He lit three sticks of incense, inserted them into the incense burner, and stretched out his hand: "Cloth towel."

Pei Jian handed over the cloth towel.

Huang Chunhui took a cloth and wiped the tablet carefully.

His vision was not good, so he turned sideways and relied on the light outside to see where there was dust.

"Brother Ninth, I have been struggling for a long time, and He Lianfeng is finally moved. Before I leave, I want to contribute to Northern Xinjiang one more time, and fight to make Northern Xinjiang stable for two or three years.

Two or three years later, Liao Jin will also be old. At that time, a newcomer will take over... Newcomer! Look at him with a smile, but he is very capable! He is ruthless!"

Huang Chunhui disliked the darkness here, so he sat on the threshold, leaning against the door frame, wiping and muttering.

"Tanzhou Helianrong had been planning for a long time and used various methods. Little did he know that the young man had already prepared a big pit, just waiting for him to jump into it.

What a method! Tsk! If Ninth Brother were here, you would definitely scold me, damn you! Are all the brats so vicious nowadays?"

Pei Jian squatted on the other side, looking at the sky in trance.

"Grind Helian Peak down, and below is He Lianchun. That fat pig's methods are ruthless, and he is very capable. However, I think the little boy can do it. It turns out! They have dealt with each other in Chenzhou, little

The kid didn’t suffer any loss. Hahahaha!”

He laughed happily, but unexpectedly started coughing again. Pei Jian quickly got some warm water and said, "Uncle, it's better to stop laughing."

Huang Chunhui took a sip of warm water and said happily: "If this person can't laugh, what is he doing living? I would rather die laughing than holding back my laughter!"

Pei Jian smiled and said, "Who is the kid my uncle is talking about? Yang Xuan?"

Huang Chunhui came to Pei's house when he had nothing to do these days, sat there holding Pei Jiu's memorial tablet and muttered for a long time.

"You also know?"

"Yes! I heard he is a famous general of the Tang Dynasty."

"Not only the famous generals, but also the governance methods are excellent!" Huang Chunhui put down the water glass, "When Ninth Brother was in charge of Northern Xinjiang, he disliked officials who dragged away their documents the most. But if that person can manage well while dragging away his writings, then Ninth Brother

I can tolerate him. Dalang, what are your ambitions in the future?"

Pei Jian squatted next to him, his eyes filled with sadness, "My nephew can't see anyone now."

"Pei Jiu's son should stand upright!" Huang Chunhui held the tablet, "I'm old Liao. I'm afraid of scaring him, so I didn't say anything about you. However, that young man is very courageous."

"Oh!" Pei Jian asked, "How can you be so bold?"

"I fell out with Chang'an, and many officials in Northern Xinjiang silently supported me, but Yang Xuan made a big show of it. He said he couldn't attack, but he did it unexpectedly..."

"Is he just filled with righteous indignation and complaining about his uncle, or what?"

"You can ask this, which means that you have not put aside Ninth Brother's military skills at home these years." Huang Chunhui was very pleased, "This is an independent young man. He has his own views on affairs, which cannot be controlled by me.

"

"Then that's interesting." Pei Jian squinted his eyes, wondering what he was thinking.

"Da Lang."

"Um!"

"Have you ever thought about joining the army?"

"Uncle, when I draw this long sword, tell me, the army will explode!" Pei Jian smiled bitterly.

Pei Jiu's eldest son was carefully trained by him since childhood, and his sword skills were also inherited from him.

If you really want to go into battle, cut him off with a single blow... The comrades around you will probably be shocked to find out that your partner is a god.

People with such abilities still need to start from scratch?

"After I take office, the situation in Northern Xinjiang will not be too stable. I estimate that Chang'an will continue to suppress it, and then Northern Xinjiang will counterattack."

"Uncle, aren't you worried about the rebellion in Northern Xinjiang?"

"Compared with worrying about Northern Xinjiang rebelling, I am more worried about Northern Xinjiang bowing to Chang'an, and then someone else comes to take charge of Northern Xinjiang, and then... it is destroyed by Beiliao.

I can't sleep at night just thinking about the Northern Liao horses trampling the Central Plains.

I am old and have no choice. The only way is to let the most fierce person take charge of Northern Xinjiang.

Even if he doesn't deal with Chang'an, he can still protect the northern border and the border of the Tang Dynasty.

As for Chang'an, let those bugs continue to squirm and tangle in the cesspool!"

Pei Jian felt that Huang Chunhui compared the Chang'an emperor and the powerful to maggots and the interests they competed for to a cesspool, which was very appropriate.

"He's coming. I'm going to pick him up later, Da Lang." Huang Chunhui stood up, and Pei Jian helped him. He patted the back of Pei Jian's hand, "You come too, it's a good idea to meet him."

Pei Jian hesitated, "Uncle..."

"What are you afraid of?" Huang Chunhui sent the tablet in, bowed his hands, and turned around: "That boy is a ruthless man, and he is also Zhou's son-in-law. He didn't take Chang'an's threat seriously, do you understand?"

Pei Jian was still hesitating, Huang Chunhui feigned anger, "I'm here, even if it's inappropriate, he wouldn't dare to do anything to you!"

Huang Chunhui pushed Yang Xuan out in front of everyone. This was the grace of recommendation and the grace of knowing someone!

Pei Jian is his nephew, and the son of the famous marshal Pei Jiu who is deeply missed by the soldiers and people of Northern Xinjiang. If Yang Xuan finds out and reports it, the soldiers and people of Northern Xinjiang will regard him as a pig or a dog!

Pei Jian agreed.

After seeing Huang Chunhui off, Pei Jian stood in the yard in a daze for a long time.

"Aye, Uncle Huang wants me to serve as an official. This means that the relationship between Northern Xinjiang and Chang'an has become increasingly tense. I don't know whether this is good or bad. I just think about Aye's injustice back then.

, I wanted to go to Chang'an and kill the father and son."

Pei Jian stayed in the ancestral hall for a long time. After coming out, he practiced sword skills in the yard with a horizontal sword.

With the last stab, all the depression in his heart emerged.

laugh!

Amidst the sharp whistle of the knife, the wall collapsed.

The family rushed out, and neighbors heard the sound and came out.

"The Zhou family wall collapsed!"

Before Pei Jiu committed suicide, he arranged for his confidants to send his family to Northern Xinjiang, where they were cared for by Huang Chunhui. The surname Pei was too conspicuous, so he took his mother's surname, Zhou!

At this moment, Yang Xuan entered the city with a mighty army.

"Chen Zhoujun is here!"

The people of Tao County were excited.

"The Tanzhou Army was defeated in his hands!"

"You look quite arrogant!"

"This is the existence that defeated the Tanzhou Army, how can you not be proud!"

Liu Qing came to greet him personally and took Yang Xuan to the Jiedushi Mansion.

"My husband has prepared a banquet, saying that he is here to welcome you. This is a big honor for you. Don't be pretentious and be humble!"

"Yes." Yang Xuan was very humble.

Entering the Jiedu Envoy's Mansion, the banquet was already prepared.

Civil and military personnel from northern Xinjiang gathered together.

Huang Chunhui introduced several officials and generals who were unfamiliar to Yang Xuan, then pointed to a man about forty years old and said: "This is the son of my old friend, Zhou Jian."
To be continued...