Since he had guessed that the real intention of the Wei family was most likely Huijun, Zhang Huan ordered Du Mei to be fully responsible for handling the matter. In order to move the 8,000 surrendered troops into Hexi, it is not impossible to make any concessions. Moreover, Duan Xiushi would be stared firmly in Lingwu County and could not move, so that the Wei family's strategic focus could only temporarily tend to solve Duan Xiushi. However, behind it, there is its own Xiliang army, and the Wei family would never dare to act rashly. In this way, the three-ring confrontation was achieved, and the key was to exchange the greatest benefit at the lowest cost.

On this day, Zhang Huan was reviewing Du Mei’s relocation plan for Huijun. According to this plan, all the supplies in Huijun must be transferred to Hexi, and at least 8,000 households must be moved to Hexi.

Du Mei was always a little resentful of Zhang Huan's decision to give up Huijun. In his opinion, Huijun's strategic position is very important, and it is a pity to give up the situation when the Xiliang army attacked Longyou in the future. However, he also understood Zhang Huan's strategy, focused on managing Hexi, developing westward, and achieving great justice in the court, and did not consider the plan to advance east for the time being.

"Governor, I estimate that at most 6,000 households are willing to move to Hexi. This is due to the fact that they are given twenty acres of land. Most of the others have their own land in Huijun. If they are mobilized, eight thousand households should be possible. If they think about more, it would be unrealistic."

"Eight thousand households are enough. No matter how many of them, we cannot accommodate them in Hexi, and even these eight thousand households cannot be granted all the land."

While speaking, Zhang Huan looked carefully at the map of Hexi. Most of the land west of the Yellow River was occupied by Tubo, and Wuwei County was always an enclave of the Tang Dynasty in Hexi. After Xin Yunjing took over Wuwei County, he gradually set up a 30-mile-wide passage to the east, so that Wuwei County could finally border the Tang Dynasty. However, the 30-mile-wide passage was mainly dominated by deserts and Gobi. In the middle was a east-west Wushaoling that separated the passage from the land occupied by Tubo.

At this time, Zhang Huan's eyes fell to the easternmost end of Wushaoling, a place called Huixigu. To be precise, it is a narrow and long land close to the Yellow River. On one side is a steep cliff and on the other side is the surging Yellow River, about five miles wide. On the other side is Huijun. It is the only way to go south along the Yellow River. In the past, Longyou and Hexi were both the territory of the Tang Dynasty, and its importance was not shown. Now Tubo has occupied the land west of Longyou, and this Huixigu has become the actual dividing line between the Tang Dynasty and Tubo.

"It's here!" Zhang Huan used his index finger joint to hit Huixi Valley on the map. "I want to build a castle here. In this way, even if Huixian is returned to them, with this castle, it can not only prevent Tubo from attacking us from the head and tail, but also monitor Huixian's every move, so that Wei Ye dare not peek at Hexi."

He pointed to the map and headed north along the Yellow River, and smiled proudly: "Even if the Wei family wants to attack Lingwu, we can either cross the river and attack its Huijun with this castle, or go north along the west bank of the Yellow River to support Lingwu. What do you think?"

"What a finishing touch."

Du Mei repeatedly praised, and after he finished his praise, he changed his tone and said, "Actually, General Xin had thought of it before, but building a castle was large in scale and required a large amount of civilians and stones. He lacked money and food, and had no stones. It took several years to build it. Now the general has money, and we can hire civilians, but the key is stones. It takes at least tens of thousands of square stones to build such a castle. How many stonemasons do it? How much time and energy does the governor calculate it? With the power of Hexi, this is definitely not something that can be done in a year or two."

"Mr. Du thought I didn't expect it?" Zhang Huan smiled sly. He made a cross on Huijun with his pen and said lightly: "It's very simple. If you demolish the city walls of Huijun, won't you have any stone?"

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After dealing with the matter of Huijun, it was already dusk. It was almost time for Pei Ying to come back in the next two days. Zhang Huan's heart was filled with longing and expectation for her. Before he knew it, he returned to the inner house. Since Pei Ying left, he moved to the military camp and rarely came here.

The inner house was very quiet. The old housekeeper and his wife were trimming the dead branches of flowers and trees in the yard. There were also a few maids swaying by the window. They were cleaning the house. Zhang Huan passed through a curved corridor. The vines on the curved corridor had withered and hung loosely in the air.

The corridor was short and narrow. Zhang Huan had just walked two steps when he suddenly heard a crisp sound of a ring impacting in front of him. Yang Feiyu was walking towards him gracefully.

Yang Feiyu originally planned to return to Chang'an, but the road was cold and the road was difficult. Pei Ying expressed her intention to keep it, so she lived in peace. She lived in a small courtyard next to the inner house, with three or four rooms and two maids serving her, and was separated from Pei Ying's dormitory by a wall.

Perhaps because Zhang Huan once regarded her as an insider in Tubo, she was always wary of her. Later, she gradually realized that she actually had a preference for listening to people's walls, especially for exploring other people's privacy.

After nearly a month of cultivation, Yang Feiyu's appearance has also changed a lot. The color on her face has disappeared, becoming white and lightly blushed, and her body has become plump. She is tall, with her limbs particularly long, and her waist twists slightly exaggerated when walking. Before she was twenty years old, her waist was as thin as a willow, and she swayed lightly like a fairy in Lingbo. The effect she achieved was peerless. Although she is twenty-five years old now, her figure is still slim, adding some mature femininity, showing another charm.

Today, Yang Feiyu was obviously particularly decorated. Her eyebrows were as thin as black and her almond eyes were like a layer of blue smoke, which looked a little confused, especially her lips, which were dazzlingly red. Although it was cold and cold, she was wearing very few clothes. It seemed that she was only wearing a thin light yellow shirt dress, which vividly showed her tall figure and plump breasts.

She was carrying a bamboo basket on her arm, and there were a few wintersweet branches in the bamboo basket. There were a few wintersweet trees in the backyard of the inner house. Now it was in full bloom, and Pei Ying had been looking forward to it for a long time.

The corridor was very narrow and could not be allowed to pass by for two people, so Zhang Huan retreated first and asked her to leave first.

"Long time no see!" Zhang Huan greeted her with a smile, but Yang Feiyu snorted, her head slightly raised, as if she was disdainful to Zhang Huan's greeting. Then a faint fragrance passed by, and she twisted her waist and disappeared into a moon door.

Seeing her cold attitude, Zhang Huan shook her head in confusion, and then went into the room.

At this time, night had fallen quietly, and the room was dark. Zhang Huan touched the flint and lit the oil lamp. The soft light quickly spread in the room. This was Pei Ying's dormitory. She didn't like others to come in, and she always cleaned it herself. The room was very neat, the ground and the bronze mirror were spotless. There were some precious porcelain and jade carvings on the shelf against the wall. The shape was simple and thick. The gauze curtains on her bed were hung, and the bedding was neatly folded, not messy at all, exuding a faint orchid fragrance, and the hostess' elegant interest was everywhere.

There was a rattan chair in front of the window. This was the only thing that belonged to Zhang Huan in the room. The rattan chair was brought by Zhang Huan's personal soldiers from Dong Neiyuan all the way. It was his beloved thing. Zhang Huan sat in the rattan chair and savored the wisps in the room carefully. The familiar feeling, loneliness was like a wisp of blue smoke, quietly lingering into his heart, and his heart was filled with memories of the past.

‘Ding Dong!’ A crisp sound came from afar, and it seemed particularly clear in the quiet night. Then the sound was like flowing water, flowing in. It was the sound of a pipa. Zhang Huan suddenly remembered that Pei Ying once said that Yang Feiyu was famous for his piano art. He slowly closed his eyes and began to listen to the long-lost music.

The sound of the pipa is melodious and sad, sometimes as fast as a waterfall, sometimes as dry and difficult, as if it is narrating a woman's unfortunate life. Under the cold moonlight, Yang Feiyu's hair is flying, she is plucking the strings of the piano intoxication, dancing with her slender fingers, and the sound of the piano is as if she remembered her madness and misfortune when she was a girl.

One summer afternoon, a tall man appeared in front of her window. He was holding a half-old piano, his robe was washed white and his eyes were melancholy. She was thirteen years old that year.

The sound of the pipa suddenly became excited. Three years later, she had become a piranoist, and his eyes were still so faintly. One day, she played Guangling San intact, who had been practicing for three years. He finally smiled, and his smile was so bright and so comfortable. It was the smile that he saw once in three years that fascinated her heart and she fell in love with him frantically.

The sound of the pipa became gentle again, as if the autumn water passed through the maple forest. The following years were sweet and calm. She gradually became famous in Chang'an and had countless suitors, but she still walked side by side with him in Leyouyuan, looking for inspiration for music and the tacit understanding between their hearts.

The sound of the pipa is like a song and a cry, like a smoke and a dream, sometimes gentle, sometimes excited, sometimes fresh like spring rain, sometimes quiet like autumn moon, Zhang Huan was deeply moved by the sound of the piano. He remembered his past, remembered the reliance and snuggle in the cave; he remembered her sorrow and crying by the Qujiang Pool, remembered the two-year alliance they established; he remembered the infatuated accompanying her for thousands of miles, and also remembered the tent's love on the winter night.

For a moment, two feelings were intertwined in his heart, and their faces changed in front of him. Sometimes they were the resentful and helpless Cui Ning. She cried softly, "I have deep affection for you, when will Huanlang return?" Then Pei Ying pursed her lips and laughed, "Get sick! I will accompany you to the ends of the world."

The sound of the pipa suddenly became loud and turbulent, like an iron horse galloping, like a silver bottle blooming. Yang Feiyu's thoughts had reached the palace audition. When she hurriedly packed up the fine and soft, she fled with the zither overnight.

Zhang Huan also reached the extreme of longing. He wanted to split this body in half, staying half here to wait for Pei Ying to return in the night, while the other half flew to Chang'an and rub the tears on her face.

‘Zheng!’ The string suddenly broke, as if the separation of life and death in the troubled times, the night was terrible, as if even the breathing had stopped. Zhang Huan stood up suddenly, and at this moment he decided that he would return to Chang'an in the name of reporting his duties after the New Year without waiting for two years.

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Chapter completed!