Huan Wen hesitated and didn't say anything.
Yu Jiankang was stunned. This fellow had never been one to drag his feet, yet he was actually hesitating about something? The Old Ancestor's expression immediately turned serious.
Huan Wen suddenly asked an inexplicable and unrelated question, "Elder Yu, how many years do you have left to live? How about 15 years?"
Yu Jiankang couldn't grasp the mystery and could only tell the truth. He smiled and said, "I don't dare to think too much about 15 years, but I definitely won't be able to lie down in a coffin within 10 years."
Huan Wen nodded and said in a deep voice, "Alright. Then I, Huan Wen, will make an exception and help Xu Gong say a few words. Within three years, I will definitely make him a general with real power. To be honest, if we follow the way you Jiangnan scholars operate, Xu Gong won't be able to get promoted. Only death awaits him! As repayment, you, Yu Jiankang, will have to write two words for someone before you die. "
Yu Jiankang frowned and was somewhat puzzled.
Huan Wen used his finger to write two words on the table, then stood up and left.
Yu Jiankang looked at the empty table without any words and didn't send Tantanon off. After a long silence, he sighed and said, "Bi Yan 'er, with such a good friend, what is there to be afraid of in death?"
— —
The Beimang Empress was far more open-minded than any man in the world. She allowed the Southern Dynasty to form its own imperial court.
The Southern Dynasty had six ministries but didn't have the two provinces of the Hall of Secretaries. However, there was an additional King of the Southern Courtyard. However, the Minister of the Six Ministries was still one rank lower than the North Court.
The King of the Southern Courtyard, Huang Songpu, had a declining status in Beimang, especially after his trusted aide, Hong Gu 'an, was buried at the Gentleman's Pavilion on the border. This dealt a heavy blow to Huang Songpu, who was born from a small noble family in Beiqian. The General Liu Gui, who was born as a commoner, and Yang Yuanzan, who had joined the army, didn't take advantage of this situation to wantonly encroach on Huang Songpu's power and territory. Ever since the Long Xiang Army crushed the front line of the tiled Gentleman's Pavilion to pieces, many of the first-class noble families had become much more restrained. The old people who had dared to criticize the three generals felt the oppressive atmosphere before a storm. They no longer spoke carelessly about how they didn't even need 100,000 soldiers to overturn Beiliang. The Southern Dynasty had profited from the disaster. A rare harmonious atmosphere had appeared in the Southern Dynasty. Dong Zhuo's increasing power and almost irresistible external forces had risen. Hong Jingyan had obtained all of the Rouran Cavalry. The confrontation between the two in the Southern Dynasty's imperial court had, to a large extent, diverted some of the old contradictions from before.
The King of the Southern Courtyard, Huang Songpu, was increasingly unable to command the 400,000 strong army of the Southern Dynasty. Both inside and outside the imperial court were well aware of this. However, a starving camel was still bigger than a horse. As long as the two generals, Liu Gui and Yang Yuanzan, didn't fall out with Huang Songpu, no one dared to challenge him face to face.
Except for that damned fatty.
At this very moment, Dong Dong, who had even more military power, had nearly a hundred thousand men and horses under his command, and all of them were elite soldiers. This Dong Dong, who had an extremely bad relationship with people in the imperial court, was cursing loudly. He was practically pointing at Huang Songpu's nose and spitting saliva.
"Old Man Huang, have you been blinded by lard? Are you thinking of fighting Beiliang to decide the outcome of the battle?!"
"Let me ask you, how did that Hong Gu 'an, who should have been dragged out and whipped, die? He had the advantage in numbers and geography, but didn't he still lose to the Long Xiang Army, which had temporarily switched from heavy cavalry to light cavalry?"
"Let me make a bet with you. If you do this, let alone flatten Beiliang, His Imperial Majesty's tent might even be raided by the Xu family's cavalry!"
"You damned old man, are you blind? After Great Ancestor Gu passed away, the great defensive line in Beiliang, which used fourteen passes as key nodes, became a quagmire. They were determined to stay at the second line of defense with you, slowly flirting with us! If the 400,000 strong army pounces on us, Beiliang can afford it, but can we? Do you really think that the Xu family's cavalry on the other side won't intercept us and allow us to freely transport the provisions? "
The more Fatty Dong spoke, the more unscrupulous he became. The white-haired Huang Songpu remained expressionless, too lazy to wipe off the fatty's saliva.
For the first time, Yang Yuanzan and Liu Gui didn't stop Dong Zhuo's unruly behavior.
While Dong Zhuo took a break to catch his breath, Huang Songpu calmly asked, "Are you done scolding?"
Dong Zhuo bent over and hurriedly raised his arm. "Wait a little longer."
Many of the old officials in the imperial court, who were used to seeing strange things, rolled their eyes. Some of the young nobles were more or less shocked.
Huang Songpu really didn't say anything.
Dong Zhuo moved his mouth, as if he was trying to produce some saliva so that he could scold more efficiently.
Dong Zhuo straightened his back and was about to scold Huang Songpu to wake up this muddle-headed old man.
At the entrance of the main hall, several tall men with profound authority walked in. They weren't too old, but their official titles couldn't be any bigger.
Most of them were important officials of Beimang who lived in the Southern Dynasty but could completely ignore this imperial court. The Abbot! As for the others, they were as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns in Northern Mang, but their statuses were even more transcendent.
Dong Zhuo felt the strange atmosphere around him. He turned his head and opened his mouth wide.
Oh my, is this still the imperial court of the Southern Dynasty? Isn't this the most solemn meeting in the King's tent?
These uninvited guests included the two Abbot of Gusai State and Dragonwaist State, the Abbot of Orange State, Murong Baoding, and the Great General Zhong Shentong!
Huang Songpu slowly opened his mouth and said, "I've already sent a memorial to His Majesty. If it's approved, the army going south to Beiliang won't be just the 400,000 soldiers of the Southern Dynasty. Now it seems that it's most likely approved. "
Hong Jingyan glanced at Dong Zhuo and smiled coldly.
Dong Zhuo tactfully shut his mouth. He shook his head and looked left and right, pretending that nothing had happened.
Huang Songpu nodded lightly at the Abbot and the Great General. Then he said calmly to Dong Zhuo, "In the memorial, I've also resigned as the King of the Northern Court. I've recommended you to His Majesty, Dong Zhuo."
Dong Zhuo was dumbstruck.
The fat man suddenly came to his senses. His eyes were wet as he tightly grasped Huang Songpu's hand. "Old General, you're so worried about the country and the people. It's so touching! Do you have any granddaughters you're worried about? For example, that unmarried Huang Anghuang? I, Dong Zhuo, am willing to help take care of her! "
Huang Songpu said coldly, "If you dare to take one step into the Huang Mansion, I'll break your three dog legs!"
Dong Zhuo retracted his hand and chuckled. "I haven't become the king of the southern courtyard yet, have I? All the good things in the world are safe in my bag. Otherwise, everything will be empty."
Hong Jingyan narrowed his eyes and looked on coldly.
Huang Songpu ignored the snobbish fat man. He walked to the center of the hall and looked around. The white-haired old man who had been on the battlefield for half his life was probably no longer the King of the Southern Court. He didn't say anything and just clasped his hands.
Not only the generals who had made great contributions on the battlefield, but even the civil officials also clasped their hands subconsciously to return the greeting.
— —
On the border of Beiliang, a cavalry troop slowly moved forward. There were more than 50 riders.
No one was anyone's retinue.
Everyone had an official position.
Among them was the Beiliang Governor Chu Lushan. Beiliang's Cavalry Commander Yuan Zuozong. Infantry Commander Yan Wenluan.
As well as the infantry and cavalry deputy commanders Ancestor Gu, Zhou Kang, He Zhonghu, and Chen Yunchui.
Xu Xiao's second son Xu Longxiang.
Liangzhou General Shi Fu. Lingzhou General Han Laoshan. Youzhou General Huangfu Cheng.
As well as Wang Zhi and Jiao Wuyi and a few new deputy generals.
Next were the commanders of the various brigades, as well as more than a dozen captains who guarded the important passes in Beiliang.
Tongguan Captain Wei Zhuqing, Xin Yin Horse. Weak String Captain Li Maozhen. Fengqiu Captain Zhu Boyu. North Country Captain Ren Chunyun.
There was also a large group of newly promoted border captains. Without exception, they were all strong men around 30 years old. They all had military achievements and their eyes were resolute.
Leading them was the King of Beiliang, Hsu Fengnian.
How did the Northern Liang, which many people mistakenly thought was lacking in manpower, produce so many young and strong generals after careful investigation?
Such a lineup was enough to make enemies of any status feel their hair stand on end.
The 50 cavalrymen tacitly lined up at the top of a high slope.
They quietly looked down at Beimang.
Yan Wenluan suddenly laughed loudly and said, "Old guys over 40 years old, take a step back and let the young people take the lead. How about it?"
Ancestor Gu, Chen Yunchui, and the other old guys looked at each other and smiled, silently retreating.
This cavalry troop was slightly uneven.
However, their majestic aura did not decrease at all.
Because on the front line, there were more than 30 people.
Whether it was Liyang or Beimang, it seemed that it was impossible to bring out so many young and strong generals who could fight on the same front at the same time.
It was even more impossible to make Yan Wenluan and the other famous generals of the Spring and Autumn Period willingly cover the rear.
The young King holding an iron spear used the tip of the spear to draw a horizontal line on the ground at the same level as the front horse's hooves.
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