Chapter 234 Fang Yuan Fanwai [VIP]

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date="2020-11-30"

title="Chapter 234 Fang Yuan Fanwai [VIP]"

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series = ["I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man"]

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About three or four years later, on the way back from the border of Wuling, passed this mountain road in Guangluan.

Bai Guangxi slowed down.

His heart was full of confusion and pain, not only because of the increasingly difficult warfare at the border, but also the news from last month that Wang Shuo and Chen Xuan's only child, the two-year-old Little Imperial Prince, died.

When he received the news, he was full of distress, and even though he won the battle, Nanchen's soldiers and horses were also severely damaged.

Tired and exhausted, he couldn't wait to fall down immediately and close his eyes. But when it was night, lay on the bed, but couldn't sleep.

Walking on the mountain road, he unknowingly turned to the familiar direction. don’t know what happened to the mother and daughter for a few years. In the midst of turbulent wind and rain, if there is a pair of people who live in peace, it is at least a comfort.

However, when riding a horse to the side of Yu's restaurant, Bai Guangxi found that although the restaurant was still open for business, it was completely dilapidated.

The original simple tables, chairs and benches are more dilapidated, coupled with the dusty environment.

In memory, Yu Zhenniang has always been a woman who loves cleanliness. Although her and her daughter's clothes are very shabby, they are tidy and tidy. The small wine shop is very clean and refreshing.

Three years have passed, how could it have changed so much.

Bai Guangxi hurriedly dismounted and entered the wine shop. Yu Zhenniang was behind the counter. At a glance, this beautiful young woman seemed to be twenty years old. Her temples were dazzling white, and her expression and demeanor showed the stiffness and dullness of an elderly person, as if it were a dry flower. The flower has lost all its vitality and moisture.

Why is this, Anfu? Could it be that in the past three years, this struggling child got sick again?

Yu Zhenniang carefully identified and finally recognized that the handsome young man in front of him was the original young general.

A gleam of light finally appeared in her dead gray eyes.

But after hearing Bai Guangxi's question clearly, the gleam of light quickly went out.

"Anfu, I should still be alive, maybe enjoying the blessing, compared to following my mother."

From Yu Zhenniang's upside-down description, Bai Guangxi finally knew that just a year ago, Yu Zhenniang sold Anfu.

It was sold to a passerby for two taels of silver before paying last year's tax.

As a thunderbolt hit Bai Guangxi's heart, he couldn't ask why he wanted to sell his biological daughter who depended on each other. He knows how much Yu Zhenniang loves his child, and the more he finds it, the moment she sells her daughter, how desperate and painful she will be.

"If you can't pay the tax, it will be sold by the officials. Anyway, they are sold. That trader seems to be kind and good-looking..." Yu Zhenniang said incoherently, "I hope she can work honestly and eat a full meal. It’s better than staying here and waiting to die."

Her eyes were full of gloomy death. "No, there is nothing left."

Bai Guangxi suddenly felt a sharp pain in his heart, a feeling of suffocation that would drown him.

Even in the face of thousands of battles from the Southern Army, he had never been so terrified and uncomfortable.

He dashed out suddenly, leaving the call of his guards far behind.

He galloped on his horse, galloped on the mountain road, and finally stopped in a barren wilderness.

He looked around blankly, for what? Fighting along the way...

The guards by his side followed, Fang Yuan said hurriedly: "The general, don't worry, there is always a trace of selling this kind of thing. If the general wants to find the whereabouts of the child, he can blame him on the local government. Search the merchants and you will surely find them."

Another soldier also persuaded, "If the general pity the mother and daughter, he can redeem them and bring them back to the mansion for resettlement. Isn't it a hundred times better to be a brewing chef in the White Mansion than to show your face outside."

Search, find, place...

Even if he can help the mother and daughter and give them a happy life, but where are the thousands of Yu Zhenniang and An Fu in this land? How many people can he save?

He didn't respond to the words of the soldiers around him, and walked forward foolishly. On the top of the mountain, his sight was devastated. The villages below the mountain are all in abject poverty, the people are unclothed, and the people's livelihood is withered.

After fighting for so many years, what is it for? The day after day was flooded with wars and killings, and there was no time to take a closer look at how the scenery behind him had become.

The bones are exposed in the wild, and there is no cock crowing for thousands of miles.

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A long time later, he came to that person, and after listening to him reading through the people's livelihood documents of the six counties of Nanchen, he sighed: "It is hard for the court of Nanchen to have the energy to support it for so many years."

Looking at Bai Guangxi’s perplexed vision, the young emperor explained: “The people’s livelihoods in the six counties are dying, almost reaching the limit. Just look at the number of registered populations. A stable country, the population is multiplied, the number is Gradually increased. At the beginning of the Nanchen small court, there were more than 6 million people in the six prefectures, but less than 4 million after more than a decade. In the south, the weather has been smooth in these years, the food is abundant, and there is no natural disaster, but the population has dropped sharply. At this point, it is overwhelmed."

It was not long after the poisoning plan, the great Zhou court was very excited, and was preparing to fight Nanchen. Qin Nuo carefully read Nanchen's livelihood and government affairs, and sighed.

"The people's livelihood is so difficult, the people are suffering, pitiful, sigh."

At that time, Bai Guangxi, who had already become Fang Yuan, had a more profound understanding of how cruel the people in the six counties of Nanchen had been.

It is ridiculous that for more than ten years, the most straightforward pity that I have heard came from the emperor of the enemy country.

*****

That night, he wandered in the wild, immersed in pain for a long time, until dawn broke in the distance, and he finally remembered his responsibility.

With a weary heart, he returned to the capital.

He was thinking about telling Chen Xuan about these things and discussing with Master Wen and the others whether local taxes should be lowered to reduce the burden on the people.

Since the establishment of the Nanchen Little Court, Bai Guangxi has abided by his status as a military general, and has rarely expressed opinions on political affairs except for military affairs. He is now in charge of most of the elite soldiers, and then intervenes in government affairs. Even though no one will say anything because of his relationship with Chen Xuan, he himself feels wrong.

But today, he feels that he has to say something, for the people who are struggling hard this time.

However, when he really saw Chen Xuan, he found that he couldn't say anything.

It was already midnight when he returned to the palace, and several ministers including Chen Xuan and Wen Miao were discussing the military expenditures for the new year.

Bai Guangxi entered the hall, silently listening to their sometimes fierce and sometimes gentle disputes.

Staying up to midnight, this matter was finally finalized. Wen Miao retreated.

Chen Xuan raised her head from the desk full of papers, and smiled bitterly at her friend: "I couldn't imagine it before. I calculated it till dawn for a few thousand taels of silver."

This time to resist the invasion of the Southern Army, the battle was delayed longer than before, and the expenditure was even greater.

The corners of Chen Xuan's eyes and eyebrows were deeply tired and painful.

He stood up and threw down the zipper in his hand, as if he also temporarily left this mixed government affairs aside.

"Fortunately, you are okay." He approached his friend, folded his hands on his shoulders, and smiled, "Wang Shuo and I have been worried these days."

His eyes were still bright, but his thin figure seemed to fall down with the blow. After the death of Little Imperial Prince, he did not eat or drink for a few days, but did not relax his government affairs for a moment, reviewing memorials and frontline dispatch.

Bai Guangxi suddenly felt that the words that came to his throat could not be said. He hesitated for a moment and asked in a low voice: "Just now I heard Master Wen talked about taxes to Wang Shangshu in the household department."

"It was Wang Anmin's proposal to increase taxes, but I rejected it. If you increase taxes, no one can survive." Chen Xuan smiled bitterly.

"It's difficult to walk, when is it big in such a day?" Chen Xuan finally sighed, feeling dazed.

Bai Guangxi did not answer, yes, from the king to the people, to the soldiers fighting on the battlefield, which one is not painful?

Why is this road of restoration so painful and difficult?

When is the end?

After coming out of the palace, it didn't take long before he rushed to the front again.

Passing through that mountain road, the old wine shop was already covered with dust. The woman who was struggling in misery died quietly in the dilapidated wooden house on the second day after Bai Guangxi left.

Suicide, or disease? No one wants to explore.

Bai Guangxi's soldiers wanted to take her away, looking for a safe and light work for her, but they saw her body. The soldiers were helpless and buried him.

Then the news was sent to the general's desk. Bai Guangxi was silent for a long time, and all he could say was a plain sentence: "I see."

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People are already dead, why come here? Standing in front of the grave, Bai Guangxi looked at the wine shop not far away. Without the people to take care of, the original simple house quickly became dilapidated and crumbling in the wind and rain.

It was like a silent tombstone, commemorating the mother and daughter who were struggling to survive in the cold wind and rain, but could only wither and wither.

"Why do you want to restore the country?" He couldn't help asking this sentence.

The soldiers around him were surprised, how could his general suddenly talk about this.

Fang Yuan first spoke, as if he hadn't even thought about it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Of course it is for revenge." The Fang clan was a famous family from Nanchen, and most of them were slaughtered when the country was destroyed. Only Xiayuan's parents supported the elderly. The cub fled to the south.

This revenge drew a response from most people. Most of the guards around Bai Guangxi were from the family of Nanchen and experienced blood and blood. There were even a few who fled to the court of Nanchen in recent years. Side.

After the soldiers and horses of the Great Zhou occupied this splendid and prosperous place, the raid and oppression became increasingly cruel. Although the people's livelihood in the six southern counties was declining, but the other homelands were not much better. Not only is it burdened with severe taxes, but the family will be destroyed at some point, and even the wife and children will not be protected. It is said that the honors and clan who were detained to Beijing had a bleak end.

The road to rejuvenation is difficult, but it does not seem to be an easy task if you want to survive.

In the midsummer weather, Bai Guangxi felt a cold chill.

The whole world is in silence, with no hope and no way out.

Is it such a painful thing to be born?

The inner wandering didn't last long, and when the end came, I could not even help myself to struggle.

The Southern Army tried its best to attack the Nanchen Little Court with 200,000 troops, seeming to want to get rid of this obtrusive thing that was stubbornly resisting.

Under unprecedented pressure and huge forces, any conspiracy is futile.

Guangluan and Wuling counties were captured one after another, and Nanchen soldiers and horses retreated steadily. At the moment when the soldiers approached the city, Bai Guangxi asked a few elite guards to protect Chen Xuan and his wife and the court officials to evacuate first, and leave behind.

After listening to the violent killing for nine years, and smelling the pungent and bloody smell for nine years, it has never been so intense for a moment.

Killing and struggling accompanied him all the way from a young man to a young man. At this moment, did he come to the end?

Well, close your eyes, and you don't have to worry about those problems anymore. Maybe the world after death is more bright than the living world.

However, the world is impermanent, and he fought with the remnants around him to the last moment, exhausted to the point of falling from the wall.

After a long period of painful coma, he was able to open his eyes again.

At that time, he was already in the prison camp of the Southern Army of Dazhou. The almost exhausted body was covered with blood, and he managed to raise his hand and found that his face had a few more scars. And what he held in his hand was the identity plate of Fang Yuan, his personal guard.

He recalled with difficulty before, the last moment, as if it were some soldiers around him, they shouted desperately: "General, you must hold on, you can't die!"

Then there was a sharp pain on his face, as if there were still a few hands, he took off his armor in a hurry...

From the sad comments of the prisoners around him and the shouts of the guard soldiers, he knew what had happened during the days of being in a coma.

Nanchen General Bai Guangxi, with a few soldiers, resisted to the last moment, was beheaded by the swarming southern army, and even the capital was not complete. Chen Xuan escaped with courtiers. This action of the Southern Army eventually fell into the sand.

It was Fang Yuan who changed his clothes and armor with him last, and died for himself.

How good is he, with a life, there are so many people willingly to maintain their lives.

Raising his head, looking up at the light in the sky, Bai Guangxi didn't know why he could continue to live. Maybe they just didn't want to live up to Fang Yuan's sacrifice.

The southern attack did not continue. This battle was fought fiercely, and the southern army suffered heavy losses.

Chen Xuan fled to the territory of Wuli Kingdom and soon became the son-in-law of the Lord Wuli Kingdom. He dispatched Nanban soldiers and horses to the north for reinforcements. In several confrontations with the Southern Army, Yuwen Che saw that he could not take advantage and had no choice but to retreat.

The seven to eighty thousand Nanchen soldiers and horses of this prisoner of war were taken back to the capital as trophies.

The dark days continue, falling into the prison camp, and every day is hard labor that is worse than death. From the abandoned mines to the battlefields in the capital, day by day, most of the scars on his face disappeared. Only the one that crosses the bridge of the nose, perhaps thought to be too deep, still lingers deeply on the face.

Why are you still alive? Bai Guangxi, who had become Fang Yuan, also didn't know what it was like. It was obvious that after the news of her sister's death, there was only darkness left in her life. There was no hope, but she was still lingering.

The days in the battlefield are empty and boring. After losing a streak in Lien Chan, he is about to be given up. Maybe soon, he will be stabbed to death by his opponent in a battle, or be disgusted by the battlefield, and then sent into the mine of hard labor, and wasted in it. To die.

However, in such a day when no hope was visible, there was a ray of light that suddenly broke through the cloud and fell on him.

He was bought away.

The boy with a gentle smile is his master ever since.

Many years later, the young emperor said with emotion that meeting him was the luckiest thing in his life. Without this meeting, he had already been assassinated.

Bai Guangxi listened quietly beside him. He wanted to say that you saved my life not only, but more importantly, his entire life.

It was from that meeting that his exhausted life finally came to life, and his confused life finally found its way.

He is his brightest light.

Just like the spring sunshine in front of me, full of vitality.

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Open your eyes, it is dense and green forest.

The warm spring sun shone on the body, illuminating the whole person warmly.

He was sitting in the pavilion behind the Beginning-of-Creation Palace, enjoying this rare quiet time.

I haven't recalled the past for a long time, and have hardly any free time to recall the past.

It has been more than four months since returned from the northern border in a blink of an eye. After the beginning of the spring, countless government affairs were put on the agenda, all of which were extremely complicated.

Among them, I need to be busy with the reorganization of the Southern Army.

Because of his contribution to conquering Nanlan City and regaining the six counties of Nanchen, he was directly promoted to the rank of Zhennan General, from a guard of the inner court to a senior second-ranking officer. It's actually a bit abrupt. But now most people in the DPRK already know his true identity. As a general of Nan Chen, he abandoned the dark and turned to the Ming, returned to Great Zhou, and made such a grand military service. The generous reward is what it should be. Therefore, the emperor's exceptional promotion did not attract much opposition.

Since the previous consecutive defeats of the Southern Army, coupled with the secret actions of colluding with King Shu King Qin Xun, the original troops have been abolished.

Now it's reorganized, everything has to be done from scratch. In addition to the emperor’s vision of the future Southern Army, there will also be a navy fleet and Jingping local pirates to protect shipping. Fang Yuan can foresee that he will be very busy in the next few years.

But this kind of busyness is what he likes to see.

There is no more confusion and darkness in my heart, but instead is full of busyness.

Standing in the grove behind the Beginning-of-Creation Palace, Fang Yuan looked up at the brilliant light penetrating through the crevices of the dense branches, feeling calm.

Like the small boat sailing on the dark sea for a long time, it finally found the harbor of Guangming.

Not long afterwards, Lee Maru ran over and shouted: "General Fang, Ma Shangshu in the inner sanctuary, they have already negotiated. The emperor declares you to go."

Fang Yuan turned his head and responded with a slight smile. Get up and walk towards Beginning-of-Creation Palace.