Master Yuanjing looked at the koi fish swimming in the pond in the courtyard and said with a gentle expression.
"It's good that you're back."
Han Yu was fine, but he was a little nervous.
"I'm an unfilial disciple. I got you involved in this and almost ruined your reputation."
Seeing Han Yu kneeling on the ground, Master Yuanjing laughed, "Get up. You've never been so obedient before."
Han Yu was anxious. He didn't know what his master would give him in exchange for his safety from the Northern Borderline.
It would be terrible if this incident was exaggerated and people said that Master Yuanjing secretly colluded with the Northern Borderline.
"It's okay. The letter I wrote will not be used against you. Why are you being so careful?"
Han Yu was relieved to hear that.
Master Yuanjing waved at him and said, "Come closer to me."
Han Yu did as he was told and moved closer. Master Yuanjing raised his right hand and pinched Han Yu's face. It hurt a little.
After a long time, Master Yuanjing showed a complicated expression. Han Yu didn't know whether it was joy or worry.
"You may leave. If there's nothing else, call Zixiao over."
Master Yuanjing let go of his hand and turned to feed the koi fish in the pond without looking at Han Yu.
Han Yu had never seen Master Yuanjing like this. He was anxious, but he still went to call Wei Ci.
"You're different."
He didn't expect Wei Ci to say that as soon as they met.
"What's different?" Han Yu felt creeped out by Wei Ci's stare.
"Nothing …" Wei Ci lowered his eyes and frowned. "Since my master asked me to go, I shouldn't keep him waiting."
Wei Ci sighed in his heart and left the confused Han Yu. The dark clouds in his heart gradually dispersed.
Han Yu was puzzled, "Why are they all so strange?"
"The world is so big and full of strange things. The same person can change so much in just a few days. I feel like I've lived for decades in vain … "Master Yuanjing noticed Wei Ci as soon as he approached. He said with emotion," Zixiao, do you think this disaster is a blessing or a curse? "
Wei Ci said, "For Dongqing, it's a disaster, not a blessing; for Wenbin, it's a blessing, not a curse."
The accidental death of the Crown Prince of Zhenbei Marquis was completely out of Wei Ci's expectations. He did not need to think to know that after this fuse was lit, Dongqing's situation in the next few years would be very grim. The pace of the chaotic world coming was much earlier than he remembered.
Fortune and misfortune go hand in hand. Dongqing was unlucky, but Han Yu was lucky.
Wei Ci had left Dongqing a long time ago, but he had kept in touch with his classmates through letters, so he more or less knew what had happened to them.
Han Yu bore the misfortune of having his entire family wiped out.
Based on his physiognomy alone, he was lacking in fortune. The inner courtyard had a calamity of love, and the Palace of Husband and Wife was in decline. Because of the calamity of women, he was destined to die prematurely in his prime.
In fact, it was true. When Han Yu was middle-aged, his wife's family rebelled against him and was quelled. After the incident was exposed, he wrote a confession letter and committed suicide by swallowing gold.
Wei Ci had learned from Master Yuanjing and was quite accomplished in reading people's faces. Naturally, he could see the changes in Han Yu's facial features.
Master Yuanjing smiled and said, "From the looks of it, Liu Xi is indeed the destined one."
Wei Ci said in a soft but firm voice, "She is."
Master Yuanjing was gratified at first, but then he showed a complicated expression. "She is still an unpolished jade. Although Liu Zhongqing has been guiding her, the effect is minimal. She is cruel and ruthless. If she doesn't change, I'm afraid she can't be a wise ruler … "
Wei Ci was silent. Could he say that Her Majesty had restrained herself a lot?
She was not a wise ruler. She was not even close to being a wise ruler.
The history books were mixed. Some people praised her for being open-minded, while others slandered her for being tyrannical.
The former was debatable, while the latter was notorious.
Master Yuanjing tilted his head and seemed to be thinking. For a man in his 40s or 50s, this action was suspected of maliciously acting cute, but it complemented the person who was unusually young and energetic.
Wei Ci said softly, "She is an unpolished jade, not a stubborn stone. No matter how much a stubborn stone is polished, it is still a stubborn stone. But an unpolished jade is different. "
He didn't know what had changed, but he could see the changes in Jiang Pengji.
Master Yuanjing smiled kindly after hearing that. He raised his hand and knocked on Wei Ci's head.
"You don't mean what you say."
Wei Ci lowered his head and looked embarrassed.
The news that Han Yu was out of danger had spread throughout Shangjing. Those who paid close attention to the matter had received the news.
"I wonder what Master Yuanjing wrote that made the Northern Borderline give in so easily …"
Feng Jin, the wounded man, had a comfortable life. Although he was a little depressed that he couldn't participate in the assessment, he quickly adjusted his mentality.
While others were still writing furiously and reading through the night, he was drinking wine and fighting with Jiang Pengji on the chessboard.
Jiang Pengji pouted and said, "The people in the Northern Borderline have muscles in their brains. Master Yuanjing's content must have hit the nail on the head to make such a boorish man bow down. The kind that slaps people in the face and they don't dare to make a sound. "
Jiang Pengji's judgment was almost always correct, even about Master Yuanjing.
Feng Jin was curious and said, "Then guess, what did he write?"
"Guess? I guess there are three possibilities. First, it's a strategy to attack the city and subdue the enemy. It's a vital part of the hinterland of the Northern Borderline. But no matter how wonderful the strategy is, it needs to be executed by the military force. If Master Yuanjing presents a strategy to subdue the enemy in the Northern Borderline, it's mainly a deterrent. It's a silent message: Did you see that? Such a strategy can kill you. If Dongqing can't handle it, I can rely on a country that can kill you. "
Feng Jin was amused by Jiang Pengji's vivid simulation. He almost choked on his breath.
Jiang Pengji mumbled, "Second, maybe it's a secret of the Northern Borderline?"
Feng Jin finally stopped smiling and asked her, "What about the third?"
He knew Jiang Pengji was talking nonsense, but she had a serious expression on her face. That was why he was amused.
"Third, I read a piece of history at home. The three tribes of the Northern Borderline are the descendants of the Qiangwu tribe of the previous dynasty. They are brave and good at fighting. Each of them is fierce and ferocious. During the chaos of the 16 kingdoms, they burned, killed, and looted. They raped women and used women as food to satisfy their hunger. They even kept young girls in captivity to reproduce. In just a few decades, their population expanded from less than 200,000 to more than 3,000,000 … "
Feng Jin listened carefully. He knew about this piece of history, but it had nothing to do with the topic, right?
Jiang Pengji took a sip of tea to moisten her lips. She continued, "The Qiangwu tribe has a large number of elite rattan armored cavalry. The rattan armor is made with a special method by the Qiangwu tribe. It's lighter and more portable than normal armor. It's hard for swords and spears to penetrate it. The rattan armored cavalry is very difficult to deal with. They became their weapon in the Northern Borderline. In the end, they even wanted to use the power of the rattan armored cavalry to conquer the Central Plains. They wanted to dominate the Central Plains. In a short period of time, no one could stop them … "
Feng Jin thought about it and said, "I've heard of the rattan armored cavalry. In the end, 500,000 rattan armored cavalry were buried in Qichuan Plain … "
500,000 was a bit exaggerated, but it was certainly not a small number.
That was the history of the end of the Sixteen Kingdoms Chaotic Era. Five hundred thousand rattan-armored cavalrymen swept through half of the Central Plains. In the end, the Prime Minister of the Great Xia Dynasty, Huangfu Fengmin, set fire to the Qi Chuan Plains. No one survived.
Jiang Pengji suddenly smiled. "If I were Master Yuanjing, I wouldn't say anything else. I'll just say one thing. Do you remember the fire in Qichuan Plain that destroyed our ancestors' wild hopes of conquering the Central Plains?"
Feng Jin was stunned for a while. He said, "Did the three tribes of the Northern Borderline rebuild the rattan armored cavalry?"
Feng Jin thought about how scary the rattan armored cavalry was in the history books. He felt like his scalp was going to explode.
Although the Northern Borderline was not a good place, it was rich in high-quality horses. It was not difficult to build a surprise army.
Dongqing's terrain was flat. If the rattan armored cavalry broke through the Northern Borderline's defense line and entered the hinterland of Dongqing, it would be impossible to stop them.
Jiang Pengji shook her head. She recalled the warriors of the Northern Borderline. Their armor was strange. She could not figure out what the problem was. She went back and flipped through the books that Cheng Cheng had collected. When she saw the history of Qichuan Plain, she remembered.
Jiang Pengji said, "The rattan armored cavalry's weakness is too obvious. The Qiangwu Tribe fell because of it. How could the three tribes of the Northern Borderline be so stupid?"
In fact, according to Jiang Pengji's observation that night, the rattan armor that the three tribes of the Northern Borderline created did not seem to be very afraid of fire.
"If Master Yuanjing did that, it would at most be a warning to them. You're too young to play games with me."
Feng Jin was speechless.
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