Chang'an.

Chang'an in spring is like a passionate girl. Different from the south, the girl's delicacy is more tough.

Huang Chunhui stood in his yard, looking at the green branches with his hands behind his hands, refusing to move for a long time.

"Aye."

Huang Lu came in from the front yard, "It's windy outside, so you should be careful."

"The wind in northern Xinjiang is stronger and colder!"

Huang Chunhui asked: "But is there any news?"

"Over in northern Xinjiang, the State of Qin announced in spring that it would march north."

"Moving north, where are we going to attack?"

Huang Chunhui thought about it, and Huang Lu said: "Some people in the court said that the Duke of Qin was resorting to violence and was impeached by the censor."

"Impeach him for what?"

"Say that he openly belittles and secretly praises."

"Why?"

"The censor said that the word "military" is mostly used for emperors or countries, and it is used for the Duke of Qin. This is to praise him."

"The wind is like rain. Is the imperial court so afraid of Zitai?"

"The imperial court convened the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Household Affairs. It is said that Zhao Sanfu from Jingtai also went there to discuss the matter."

"Zhang Huan can tell you what the Ministry of Revenue is doing? To guess whether the money and food in Northern Xinjiang can support a war?" Huang Chunhui shook his head and went to the study.

In the study room, there is a map hanging.

Huang Chunhui walked over and reached out to touch the northern border area.

Sit down slowly and lean against the map.

The gray hair and the black map look like a painting.

Since ancient times, famous generals have avoided having gray hair!

Old!

Huang Chunhui closed his eyes.

It seems that all those warriors and warriors have returned.

Countless soldiers gathered under their own banners, followed the direction of their fingers, and fought bravely.

Sir!

Countless people are shouting.

Those soldiers whose faces are covered with blood!

They surrounded Huang Chunhui.

Huang Chunhui stretched out his hand, "You all are waiting, I will come. You are all waiting for me in Jiuyou. I will take you to wait and fight for the Tang Dynasty again until death!"

Two lines of tears flowed from his eyes.

The past events are vivid in my mind.

Those comrades who died in battle, those soldiers whose bodies can’t even be found...

Do you regret it?

Huang Chunhui shook his head.

"If we do it again, I will still take them to fight. The Tang Dynasty should stand at the top of the world, instead of sliding into the abyss under the leadership of a fool."

What a great battle!

After the war, he chose to return to Chang'an.

So dormant.

In fact, he can stay in Northern Xinjiang.

With an army in hand, who can do anything to him?

But the Tang Dynasty was in decline and could not tolerate civil strife.

At that time, he was afraid of dragging down Northern Xinjiang and the Tang Dynasty, which he had worked hard for all his life, so he stayed at home in a state of self-imprisonment.

But the subsequent development of Northern Xinjiang shocked him.

That boy... He was very optimistic about Yang Xuan at first, but he felt that the young man should work hard for a few more years, and wait until Lao Liao retires before he can step up again.

But what I didn't expect was that Liao Jin left without realizing his ambition.

How did that boy do?

"not bad!"

Huang Chunhui thought of the days when he was still in northern Xinjiang.

At that time, Yang Xuan would come to him with saliva and beg for some food, grass and weapons, he would come to ask for a battle with a smile, he would attack his opponent cunningly, and dig holes for his opponent...

He knew it all so well that it was like watching a monkey jumping around.

At that time, Yang Xuan acted too sharply and lacked depth, which was what he was worried about.

Therefore, we often talk when we meet.

Unlike others, Yang Xuan always accepts beatings with an open mind, and he will quickly improve his shortcomings.

This is very rare.

Huang Chunhui suddenly laughed.

When he was preparing to leave Northern Xinjiang, Yang Xuan actually had a chance to make peace with Chang'an.

All he had to do was show his loyalty to the emperor, and when it was difficult to place people at the moment, the emperor would choose to promote him without hesitation, just like he promoted Shi Zhongtang.

But that young man!

The eyes that looked at him were full of respect.

There is also some sense of friendship.

Officialdom talks about everything except friendship.

This is his weakness!

Write him a letter and tell him?

But the situation is easy to change, but the nature is hard to change!

Huang Chunhui shook his head.

I remembered what happened last time.

The emperor wants to touch him.

Huang Chunhui felt that it was not a bad thing for Yang Xuan and Beijiang.

He was killed by the emperor, and Yang Xuan could take advantage of the situation to build momentum in northern Xinjiang and encourage the army and the people to turn against Chang'an.

In this way, his rule in northern Xinjiang will be deeply rooted... and if he wants to use other methods to achieve this goal, it will take at least several years, and there can be no mistakes.

But the young man gave up this advantage without hesitation.

He should have used birds to send messages.

Make people spread the word.

——Whoever dares to touch Huang Chunhui will be punished by me!

This is a military governor roaring at the emperor.

Also, smiling at Huang Chunhui.

——You used to protect me, now, I will do it!

"Alang!"

Huang Chunhui didn't open his eyes, "What's the matter?"

The servant outside the door said: "Someone from the palace has asked Alang to come to the palace to discuss the military affairs of Northern Xinjiang."

There have been several invitations like this in the past, but Huang Chunhui refused every time.

The servant said: "I will politely refuse."

"No!"

Huang Chunhui stood up.

"Change!"

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To be continued...