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92. Tyrant and Emperor 17.
Qifeng City lies on the Changgan River, and a hundred miles away is Yusheng Pass. Yushengguan is a vast expanse of borders, and the wasteland is long, connecting the long border.
A few years ago, when Dajin and Dazhou negotiated peace, even though Chu Yunsheng relied on that victory, his bones were softened, and he reluctantly used Dazhou's tiger's mouth to take back these twelve cities in the north. However, the Twelve Cities in the North were looted as early as the Great Zhou invasion, with houses collapsing, corpses in the streets, and many fertile fields burned to the ground.
This kind of waste, it hurts the Yuan, and breaks the bones, and taking it back is just a waste city that has been raised and brought back.
When the covenant was first concluded, in addition to cursing the eighteenth generation of the ancestors of the regent, they lamented that the north was desolate, and even birds and beasts rarely came here to rest.
Qifeng City is one of these twelve cities.
Weeds grow everywhere outside the city, but the official road is clear, wide and flat, enough for eight horses to drive side by side, almost comparable to the pomp of the Jingcheng Avenue.
A team of convoys driving on this official road is also a rare sight.
The young owner, who took the lead on horseback, looked at the ancient city, which was stained by the sunset, and narrowed his eyes. He always felt that it looked like a ruined city that everyone avoided. Especially the wall, when viewed from a distance, it is integrated into one whole, and you can see half of the gaps. It looks like a giant boulder and yellow mud.
"The front is Qifeng City, the owner."
The steward, who was riding a horse next to him, said: "Looking at it, it looks like a deserted place. It's just that how long the imperial court has taken it back, the management will take care of it, and there will be even an inn. Maybe Zhou soldiers and horses are bandits. All are still evacuated, let's either go into the city..."
Young owners should respond.
They are caravans from the south, traveling all the year round. In addition to Dazhou in the north, there are some nomadic tribes that live between Jin and Zhou. Most of them are from Dazhou and are related to the Dazhou royal family.
Da Zhou has spent many years fighting with Da Jin, and he has no time to clean up and control these tribes. These tribes also stood on their feet, helped Zhou in the war, and lived their own lives. Year after year, it can be considered stable.
Many caravans in Dajin often come to do business with these tribes, occasionally smuggling, and dumping some items between Dazhou and Dajin.
Last summer and autumn, Chu Yunsheng fought here, and the caravans dared to put their heads away. Now that peace talks are over, they will come even more. After all, people perish for wealth, birds perish for food, and the world is full of profit.
It's just that most of the caravans are here, but most of them go around the twelve cities in the north.
The housekeeper feels the heart of the young owner, and only thinks that the young man is sharp and curious. In addition, the guards hired the guards to protect him, and he was too afraid of the bandits, so he would block it again. Follow Dongjia's intentions to divert and continue towards Qifeng City in the distance.
When he walked up to him, the housekeeper also saw that he was right: "Master, there are people in this city who are in charge? What made of this city wall, how come there is even a crack in the stone..."
The city walls poured with gray cement were the first to be used on the twelve border cities in the north. The city gate is towering, with the word "Qifeng" hanging over it, engraved with black characters on a white background, and a silver hook painted on iron, with a dignified edge permeating it. Above.
The young owner looked up at the words for a while, and led the team downstairs at the city gate.
There were two soldiers dressed as Jin Jun at the city gate. They looked young, but they had a serious look on their faces. They must have touched a knife.
Seeing that it was Jin Jun, the butler let go of his heart. It's just that Nahan, there are some people in the dynasty who are doing business, how come I heard the news of the reconstruction of the twelve cities in the north. At this point, the butler dismounted, and while taking out the city fee, he asked these two soldiers to make a cliché: "Two officials..."
When the two soldiers saw the person, their eyes lit up, but when they saw the housekeeper digging out the money, the older one immediately raised his hand to block it and said, "The city of Qifeng receives the city fee, and Lu Yin brings it here. Register in the gatehouse and you can enter."
The butler was taken aback.
In the early years when the Great Jin Dynasty was established, it also exploited the people in this way, and the big cities and small towns were all casually entered. But since the first emperor, the family has grown, the number of silverfish in the court has increased, and the state treasury has been supplemented with extravagant songs every night. came up with an idea to earn city fees.
At first, the first emperor thought it was a penny or two, and the people scolded him a few times, but he took it seriously. But as time goes by, now even if a foreigner enters a county, they have to hand over a tael of snow-white silver.
When he heard that the city fee was collected, the housekeeper almost thought that this Fengfeng City was still in the hands of Da Zhou.
After the housekeeper was stunned, he saw that the young owner had registered the way and identity under the gate of the city, and greeted people to enter the city. Before entering the city, the thin and thin scholar who was in charge of registering the road guide gave him a list with a smile, which was said to be an introduction in the city.
"This Fengfeng City has really been built..."
The young owner looked at the list and pondered, and led people through the long gate tower and into the city.
The spacious and clean streets are criss-crossed, the neatly repaired houses are lined up, and there are food stalls or small shops standing along the street, coming and going, and there is a crowd of people. The pedestrians on the road are sparse, most of them are thin and sallow, and at first glance they look like refugees, but they look like gods, and all of them are full of energy, like this city, exuding a vigorous vitality from the inside and outside.
The wooden-wheeled carriages of the convoy stopped with a squeak.
Whether it was a caravan or a bodyguard, he was a little stunned when he saw the scene in the city, and his face was full of disbelief.
The young owner was also stunned for a moment, and then he exchanged glances with the equally astonished butler, and went into the city to observe like a bumpkin who had seen the world.
There were also constant whispers in the convoy.
"It's said that this is an abandoned city, but it looks more organized than the county town in the south of the Yangtze River..."
"What kind of paving is this avenue? It seems that there are cracks in the stone slabs. Like the city wall, is there such a large slab of stone paving?"
"Smells nice... What's that for food? Sugar potatoes? What are sugar potatoes... sugar made from potatoes and beans?"
"Look over there, there are also academies and martial arts fields! It says that the public is free... Does Mo receive money? Is there still a good thing in the world to study martial arts and receive money?"
The convoy came in from the main street of Qifeng City, and it was very strange all the way.
There are also a few people on the side of the road. Look at these foreigners. The streets are full of candy potatoes. As soon as someone in the motorcade was curious, a few people came after them with baskets.
The young owner also pays attention to the fact that in addition to the common people, there are patrols on the main roads in the city, but they are officers and soldiers, and they are young men with red tassel sashes tied around their foreheads. The real officers and soldiers we have seen are even more tidy and solemn.
I found an inn in the city that had just been repaired for a long time and stayed there. A group of people in the motorcade who were crying and shouting on the road were all exhausted, put down their luggage and ran out.
The sunset was dark, and the young owner and the butler were also walking around the city.
After eating potatoes that can mature for a long time, turned around the sweaty martial arts field, and saw several so-called border trade shops on the street, and then talked to the patrolling boys. Finally, the young owner sat down with the butler. Under the wonton shop shed, face to face and eye contact, all hide the surprise and deepness in the bottom of his eyes.
After a long time, the housekeeper sighed: "If all the twelve cities are like this, the sky will probably change."
The young master said, "What if all cities in the world were like this?"
The butler was startled and wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, he saw a fast horse whistling and slowing down, galloping past.
The man on the horse was wearing a light armor and cloak, and his face was solemn. At first glance, he looked like a soldier.
There were children who came out of the school and the martial arts field by the roadside. Seeing this, their eyes brightened, they pointed at the soldier, and said loudly, "After a few years, I will also join the army and become a general!"
The child next to him served: "I want to be a general too! Be a general, and play Da Zhou! Sooner or later, I will tear up that bullshit covenant and avenge my grandma!"
"Me too, me too! The teacher said, we can kneel down to sign, and we must stand up to tear it up! We are capable now, but sooner or later we will become stronger and have the ability..."
The sound got farther and farther, and the children gathered together and ran into the distance. The young and immature backs slowly entered the night of the lights on the corner of the street.
The young owner was silent for a moment, and suddenly said: "South of the Twelve Cities, Jingcheng, Yuanyuan, Jiangnan, Guangnan, and Shu... We have passed one thousand and eight hundred. Jin's territory is vast, but it is full of vitality. On the way here, I saw a sentence in the book of wordsYoung people in Beijing still talk about peace, but children in border towns dance with silver spears."
The housekeeper looked at the young owner, and heard the young, hoarse voice asking with a lot of hope that would break through his chest: "Uncle Li, I'm really curious, who built such a city? Is there only one city in one... and the twelve cities in the north are taken back, and whose hands did they fall into?"
This problem fell into the cold night wind in the northern spring fashion, and when saw a sigh, it seemed to breed a vitality that came alive.
The young owner answered this question, but the answer was actually in the government office across the street.
The light-armored knight who had galloped down the street first dismounted his horse at the gate of the yamen, hurried into the yamen, and went to the study at the back.
The study was in a mess, the tables were full of papers and books, and a few people were wearing official uniforms or sackcloth and linen behind the desks.
The only one by the window seemed to be somewhat free, bowing his head and holding the lamp, looking at a sand table on the table. Surrounded by dim lights, Dao Jun stood upright and placed in a cramped position, but he was as cold as he was standing.
The wind sneaking from the crack of the window turned up the sleeves of Chu Yunsheng's robe, and he turned his head slightly when he heard the sound.
This light-armored knight was Di Yan, who walked in at this moment and whispered, "Your Highness."
Chu Yunsheng lit the candle wick a little and waved his hand: "It's dark today, gentlemen, go back and rest first."
Several people in the house who were burying their heads and working hard, raised their heads, and their expressions were a bit dazed.
When he reacted to what Chu Yunsheng said, he was ecstatic and got up to leave.
However, before a few people stepped over the threshold, Chu Yunsheng added a sentence from behind: "The water conservancy calculation of the Changgan River and the reclamation of the ten thousand mu of barren land in the Sanhedao, tomorrow, the king of Japan will see it. ."
With a face full of joy and relief, they immediately froze. With bitter faces, the gentlemen turned around and picked up some scroll drawings and hugged them. There was also a coarse cloth clothed under the table who picked out two iron plowshares, and hurriedly went to the study room. Running away, for fear of taking a step slower and chasing after him as if he were ordered to order.
Seeing this, Di Yan persuaded: "My lord, you make these staff members so busy and haggard, it is terrifying that people will be convinced."
Chu Yunsheng lifted his robe and sat down, and the candlelight climbed up on his brows, reflecting his pale complexion and the fatigue between his brows at a glance.
Reconstructing and rebuilding the Twelve Cities of the North without the knowledge of many people, but what a petty mess. These days, Chu Yunsheng was almost sleeping and resting. He patrolled the river bank, checked the barren land, visited the refugee houses, and sharpened his jade tree-like demeanor to the point of being cold and rough.
Hearing Di Yan's words, he wanted to laugh a little, and said lightly, "Where do you see those emaciated and thin people? I'm afraid that all of them have a good appetite and have a rosy face. This yamen cook wants to call someone. Colleagues to help."
Di Yan thought about it carefully, it seemed to be true, and he felt a little ashamed at once, so he hurriedly said: "It's the subordinate who made a blunder. My lord, the Beijing camp is here to report, and the children camp entered Yuan Yaoshan to suppress ten bandits. For three days, two villages were pulled in a row, and one was killed and seven wounded.
A confidential letter is delivered.
Chu Yunsheng took the secret letter but dismantled it, saying: "One dead and seven wounded... How much did the Beiying team help?"
Di Yan replied: "I was only responsible for the final finishing touch."
Chu Yun said, "This king underestimated them."
Having said that, Chu Yunsheng was not surprised that this group of young masters had such a result. After all, Yaoshan's bandits were so strong.
Chu Yunsheng deliberately asked the little emperor's safety, but since it was an ordinary secret letter and it was urgent for eight hundred miles, it means that whether it was the death or the injury, it was not Lu Fenglou. Asking more questions will only expose Lu Fenglou to more dangers.
To train troops with bandits and send the emperor to the sword of his eyes is a dangerous move that hangs by a thread, and it should be added a little more risk.
Di Yan paid attention to Chu Yunsheng's expression, and said, "Your Majesty's skill is wrong, and whether his popularity is good, Qingqi Anxi will focus on protecting him."
Chu Yunsheng was also surprised that Di Yan guessed his heart, and while reading the secret letter, he said, "According to the previous arrangement, continue to practice. The main battalion also rotates troops, exercises and suppression. The plan of the bandits will change. If a knife is sharpened, it will rust. If it rusts, it will kill people."
This voice line was extremely low and hoarse, with a trace of frost and cold in between, like a sword that was about to come out, and it seemed like killing someone, making Di Yan inexplicably cold.
After hesitating for a while, he asked in a low voice, "Your Majesty, March will be over, do you still have to do your majesty's crown ceremony?"
The Dajin royal family also has never had a young emperor ascend the throne, so it was established by the ancestors long ago. month of March. But right now, it's definitely late March.
In fact, using Di Yan to remind, Chu Yunsheng also forgot.
It's just that Lu Fenglou and Guanli are destined to be postponed next year. Moreover, March was only a date set by the royal family, not Lu Fenglou's true 20th birthday. This year, the ceremony and the crown ceremony were held, but Chu Yunsheng had forgotten Lu Fenglou's birthday ceremony.
Across the dim candlelight, Chu Yunsheng's stern brows moved slightly, and said, "It must be done. This king and His Majesty have other arrangements."
After speaking, he raised his hand and let Di Yan back out, leaving a candlestick alone to read a secret letter with him.
In fact, there is nothing to see in the secret letter.
Most of the things in the secret letter were what Chu Yunsheng had expected, but only two things gave him a little more attention.
One is the matter of the children's camp where Lu Fenglou is located.
To put it bluntly, the Children's Camp can barely be regarded as another form of exile to join the army. Chu Yunsheng moved many wealthy households who committed crimes and crimes a few years ago. According to the strict laws of the Great Jin Dynasty, the children of these wealthy families were to be slaves and prostitutes, falling into the prison and crawling out for the rest of their lives.
After Chu Yunsheng checked and checked, he did it, but he thought about it.
Some of them sent these teenagers to be slaves. They divided the guilt and guilt according to their age and family background. Before their homes were raided, they were brought out and injected into various barracks, and even the little girls were sent as gifts. The twelve cities in the north became a batch of women's army or female gentlemen.
It was chosen for Beiying in the capital, and it was Chu Yunsheng who had personally seen it for a slightly more innocent purpose. Although they are all young master soldiers who are still knowledgeable about the world and dreaming of foolishness, but in the end they are better, they are bad, and they also have the ruthlessness they want.
If they are good seedlings, they can sharpen a sharp sword.
Chu Yunsheng had also found a sword holder for this sword from the very beginning. After he fought bloody battles and died together, this sword would truly recognize its master.
The news about the children's camp in the secret letter is that Lu Fenglou seems to have noticed it and secretly sent people to the suburbs of Beijing and Guangnan. In these days of suppressing bandits, he intends to run in with the young masters and soldiers in the children's camp. It's cheap to give away what's on the lips, but this little wolf cub will take it.
Chu Yunsheng's brows and eyes lowered slightly, and through this line of ink characters, he seemed to see that charming, half-smiling face.
As for the second piece of news in the secret letter that drew attention to it, it was the movement of the family.
After the New Year's Eve, the family was silent for a long time, and several court meetings seemed to be sullen, as if they had made up their minds to keep a low profile and settle down.
But beneath this quiet exterior, there was some movement. Three days ago, the family seemed to have sent someone to Diezhou.
Regarding Diezhou, whether it is the plot of the original novel or the memory investigation of being the regent, Chu Yunsheng has half the impression, and he feels the intention of the aristocratic family for a while. If it is really related, it is that the garrison in Diezhou belongs to the Li family army, the Li family of the four great families. The rest did not know.
Sitting in the messy study room overflowing with the fragrance of ink, Chu Yunsheng stared at a bean lamp on the table, but he somewhat missed the leisure and slackness of the previous worlds.
Intrigue and intrigue, I like it very much. The only thing that can be called interesting is to raise a little wolf cub who loves to bite people.
His pupils were quenched with pale coldness, Chu Yunsheng raised his hand and put the candle on the letter paper.
The flames rolled up instantly.
Perhaps the more afraid of something, the more it will come.
A sealed letter came diligently, think one day it really came with an 800-mile rush.
Chu Yunsheng was still on the embankment of the Changgan River when he received the urgent secret letter. The first heavy rain of spring in the north came crashing down, and the dark clouds continued to cover the sky.
The ice and snow in the upper reaches of the Changgan River melted, and the downstream channel was narrow.
A few people stood on the embankment, draining the water to solidify the embankment.
I thought it was destined to be futile, but I thought that the river embankment reinforced with cement was actually stronger, and the water flow that had been boiled and measured before was as fierce.
Several old gentlemen who were imprisoned by Chu Yunsheng in the yamen stood on the river bank in the heavy rain, crying: "Control the water and control the water, and one day will be able to cure this flood!"
There was an old gentleman who got his identity and grabbed Chu Yunsheng's arm: "My lord... I want to thank my lord for this time! This long dry river runs around the twelve cities in the north for nearly a hundred miles. Every early spring, the fields are flooded! When the old man was still working in the county government office, he was thinking about how to manage it, but how many people he recruited and how many ideas he came up with was a drop in the bucket!"
"This time... if the lord gave instructions, and if this thing is called cement, it would have easily survived the floods in the early spring! This old man is on behalf of the people of the North, thank you lord!"
Chu Yunsheng stopped the old gentleman's body that was about to kneel, and took an umbrella to support it: "The water is slow, go back and rest early. The water conservancy map is not finished yet."
As usual, if there is excess, there is still a matter to overwhelm.
Hearing this, the old gentleman laughed so hard that his tears stopped. He was supported by someone and bowed to Chu Yunsheng. He took the umbrella and went down the river bank.
Just as soon as turned around, saw a horse galloping in the distance, breaking the rain curtain, splashing mud and water, and a flag of emergency was erected on the horse's back.
"My lord, it seems to be an urgent post!"
Chu Yunsheng's complexion changed, and there was a sense of foreboding in his heart.
The person holding an umbrella beside him waved violently and quickly walked down the river bank.
The horse's hooves stopped in front of him, and the heavy rain pressed his eyelids, almost suffocating his breath.
The messenger got off his horse and said quickly: "My lord, Beiying Children's Camp entered the Taiyang Mountains four days ago to suppress bandits, and its Ping'an Village harbored a large number of deserters and fugitives. Wang. The battle strength of Ping'an Village is very strong, and the camp of children strayed into the trap and was trapped for two days to break through and win—"
The messenger's words that were beaten to pieces by the rain suddenly stopped.
Chu Yunsheng's eyes were covered with frost, and he squeezed the words out of his throat: "How is the person?"
There are many people with mixed eyes, and the words can be said clearly. The messenger said in a trembling voice: "Slightly injured, I am on the way to escort me back to Beijing."
Before he finished speaking, Chu Yunsheng grabbed the reins, jumped onto his horse, turned the horse's head, and ran towards the avenue, without even putting on his robes.
"My lord!"
Di Yan jumped in horror, but when he caught up, he only saw Chu Yunsheng's chin, which was taut, washed away by the pouring rain as cold as ice: "Everything in the Twelve Cities is the same as before."
Leaving only such a sentence, the horse's hoof was raised high and galloped out, Chu Yunsheng's figure disappeared in the rain in the blink of an eye.
Di Yan wiped the rain on his face, and sighed: "The emperor has become a success because he loves to be a queen... That's all, I can only serve you when I clean myself in the future. Just get old."
It rained heavily and the roads were muddy.
Chu Yunsheng changed two horses in a row on the road, and finally caught up with the camp of the children returning to Beijing when the rain stopped two days later.
It was evening and it was sunny after the rain.
The continuous fire clouds cover the sky, majestic and magnificent, reflecting everything in a brilliant red.
There are still two days to go to Beiying, and the children's camp has been battling bandits for days.
Seeing that the rain had stopped and the sky was getting dark, hurried on the road, set up camp in the empty space outside the woods, and rested for the night.
Chu Yunsheng got off the horse outside the camp, and some people entered rashly. He waited for the light cavalry patrolling around to find it, and then asked about the tent where Lu Fenglou was resting, avoiding people to sneak in.
This is a very small tent, with almost stretched hands and feet, and can only squeeze two people to live together. But obviously, Qingqi gave the little emperor a small stove, and only Lu Fenglou lived in this tent. There was still a strong herbal smell in the tent, which must have been a long time after drinking the medicine.
The curtain fell behind him, blocking the dim evening light, leaving only the darkness inside the tent.
Lu Fenglou was lying on the inside, with his back to the door, breathing slowly, as if he was sleeping. The slender figure is soaked in the shadows, less frail, more beautiful and firm ups and downs.
Knowing that the protagonist of this world should have been taken away when Bei Hanfeng was imprisoned, Lu Fenglou and Lu Fenglou would have their lives at risk if something went wrong, but it was raining all the way. Galloping and soaking wet, Chu Yunsheng still had to admit, knowing that he knew, and worrying was also worrying.
In case there is another Daoist Dinglan, in case there is a fallacy outside the plot——
The corners of Chu Yunsheng's eyes and brows were cold, and he was used to a clear and calm mind, but for the first time it was a little chaotic.
Walking in front of Lu Fenglou, he was half-kneeling on the thin straw mat, and was about to lean over to see Lu Fenglou's injury, but suddenly there was a gust of wind breaking from his ear.
"Treading the Stars"
Slightly tilted his head to dodge, Chu Yunsheng flipped his palm, clenched the attacking fist, folded the wrist lightly, and pressed it into his arms.
In the half-light and half-obscured darkness, those beautiful eyes squinted dangerously, with a hint of drowsiness, Leng Rui stared at him vigilantly, like a cheetah suddenly awakened.
But that danger was only for a moment.
The ends of those eyes were slightly lifted, and the light fell on Chu Yunsheng's face, which eased into a deeper ink color: "...Teacher?"
Chu Yunsheng looked at this familiar face, his heartbeat slowly calmed down: "I heard that Your Majesty is injured."
With his wrists in his arms, Lu Fenglou leaned forward, almost pressing his entire upper body against Chu Yunsheng's chest.
turned his head sideways, the tip of his nose rubbed against Chu Yunsheng's wet hair, and his slightly drooping eyelids slowly lifted up: "Teacher got caught in the rain - did you hear that I was injured and rode a horse in the rain to come back? ?"
The hot and humid breath caught in his ears.
Chu Yunsheng's hand on Lu Fenglou's wrist loosened, and the wrist slipped away in an instant, and the slit in the cloak like a snake burrowed into it, and Shang's delicate palm was stuck to the soaked clothes stuck to his body.
The clothes are thin and fit snugly.
The palm of his hand seemed to be on fire, and his chest wrapped around his back, grasping the firm back muscles, leaving a hot and painful scratch in an instant.
Chu Yunsheng's eyebrows were still moving in this stinging pain, his eyes were calm, but when Lu Fenglou lowered his head and bit the strap of his cloak, he whispered, "Where is the injury?"
"Arms and back, minor injuries."
Lu Fenglou's body is tender and tender, and he can endure even such a little injury. However, looking at Chu Yunsheng's indifferent face so close to him, he felt that the slight injury was suddenly aching like salt.
He bit the strap of the cloak against Chu Yunsheng's Adam's apple, and then bit down on the collarbone covered with the wet clothes.
Chu Yunsheng held Lu Fenglou's waist suddenly, but moved.
After a moment, Lu Fenglou loosened his mouth, looked at the slightly bloody tooth marks, and laughed: "The injury is serious, but if it hurts, then it will also hurt the teacher. But the pain is the pain, the teacher should stop. It looks like I'm going to die. I've gotten a few knives now, but it's better than getting more knives in the future."
He shifted his gaze to Chu Yun's slightly bulging Adam's apple. After a pause, he said in a low voice, "I am a gentleman, and I like the danger wall given by the teacher."
It is said that the gentleman stands under the wall of danger, and the emperor lives in danger.
But not entirely.
Chu Yunsheng's mind fell silent, and all the worries and turmoil that had been bred in this world since he came to this world were instantly dissipated.
After a while, raised his hand and took the medicine jar, and said, "This minister is giving medicine for His Majesty."
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