In the middle of the cavalry, there was a luxurious carriage. Purple smoke rose from the incense burner in the carriage. A middle-aged elegant man with a red sandalwood flower hairpin in his hair was gently patting the refreshing fragrance of the dragon saliva. He looked at the smoke swirling around his palm and enjoyed it. Occasionally, he would write in the air and murmur to himself. Logically speaking, there were a thousand King's cavalrymen outside the carriage. He should be the King of Yan Zhi, Zhao Bing, since he occupied the carriage alone.
Hearing a rider knocking on the outer wall of the carriage for more than ten times, the scholar-like handsome man lazily lifted the curtain. The strong man outside was dressed in casual clothes. He smiled and asked, "Nalan, are you sure you don't want to try riding a horse?"
Seeing that the "King of Yan Zhi" was about to put down the curtain, the rough-looking rider said helplessly, "Okay, okay, okay, I'll call you Youci, okay? You really need to exercise your body. It's always right. "
The scholar smiled and said, "There are many ways to maintain one's health. There are hundreds of ways to maintain one's health."
The rider felt a headache, "I'm afraid of you. You sit in your carriage, and I ride my horse. Well water doesn't interfere with river water."
The scholar smiled and said, "Come up and sit. I'm just in the mood. I'll read the" Yin Fu Jing "for you."
The rider pretended to be angry, "Are you the King of Yan Zhi or am I the King of Yan Zhi?"
The scholar still smiled faintly, "There are ten accidents in the world. When people see that there is nothing in front of them, they are relieved. If you want to get on the carriage, I'll tell you about the accidents of this trip to the capital. "
The rider snorted coldly, "This time I won't fulfill your wish."
The gentle man who was called Nalan and then changed to Youci smiled and put down the curtain. The rider sighed heavily and obediently got on the carriage.
The rider, King of Yan Zhi, Zhao Bing!
The scholar was the dynasty's most famous strategist, Nalan You Ci.
— —
King of Guangling, Zhao Yi, took eight hundred cavalry to the north of the capital.
Before leaving, he made a special trip to say goodbye to the administrator, Sun Xiji. As a result, he was given a big cold shoulder.
There were more than ten carriages in this cavalry group, and the two largest carriages belonged to the vassal prince, Zhao Yi's son, Zhao Yuang, whose weight added up to seven hundred catties of meat.
The road that had long since been cleared of passersby was spacious and quiet. The carriages traveled side by side. Crown Prince Zhao Yuang, who was as fat as a pig, pulled open the curtain and shouted, "Father, isn't that Old Sun too arrogant? Not even giving you face? Are you trying to rebel? "
Inside the carriage, Prince Guangling was like a small mountain. The two beautiful maids could only sit on his thighs. Zhao Yi threw a glance at one of the beauties. She smiled charmingly and lifted the curtain. Only then did Zhao Yi say lazily, "Piao'er, thank you for your auspicious words. It would be better if the Grand Preceptor rebelled. "
The chief strategist of the Spring Snow Building rolled his eyes.
Beside him was a famous general of the dynasty, Lu Sheng, who was riding a red horse, looking majestic and heroic.
The two formed a sharp contrast.
The strategist with two tufts of goatee lifted his sore buttocks and rode closer to Lu Sheng, who would be the ninth general after entering the capital. He asked softly, "If Sun Xiji really flirts with Cao Changqing and is determined to restore the country, when the time comes, Beimang will coordinate from the inside and outside. Not to mention that General Gu will have no time to care about the northern front, the troops stationed in the capital will also not dare to easily go south to help. Our King of Yan in the south will be happy to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. The people of West Chu who wanted to rebel were like wildfire that could not be burned away by the spring wind. Our Guangling Dao without you, General Lu, is really a house full of misfortunes, but when it rains, it pours. "
The Liyang Dynasty had a total of eight generals. Beiliang had the Vassal King Xu Xiao and the Protector General Chen Zhibao. In the imperial court, there was the Minister of War Gu Jiantang and the old general Gongsun Yongle who had dominated the Liangliao Pass all his life. The other four were also old generals who had outstanding military achievements in the Spring and Autumn Period. However, these four mostly retired and returned to their fields. Only one of them entered the Ministry of Revenue, which had nothing to do with them. Lu Sheng Xiang was about to leave the Guangling Dao and be promoted to assistant minister of the Ministry of War. He would be on the same level as the Tangxi Sword Immortal of the Lu family in Gangnam-do. During the Spring and Autumn Period, there were many exciting battles, such as the battle at the Imperial Concubine's Grave, the bitter battle at the Western Wall, the ten year long battle at Xiangfan City, and General Gu Jiantang's invasion of Xiongzhou. However, the two battles that were praised by the militarists as the most agile were Chu Lushan's opening of Shu and Lu Sheng Xiang's invasion of Dongyue on a snowy night. Lu Sheng Xiang was one of the few famous generals in the world. Without a doubt, he went to the capital to enter the Ministry of War that Gu Jiantang had gradually left. It was more natural than Lu Baijie who had no achievements.
Lu Sheng Xiang laughed coldly, "If Sun Xiji dares to rebel, I dare to kill him myself."
The advisor with the goatee who was known as the Lord of the Spring Snow Building laughed.
— —
The King of Jiaodong, Zhao Sui, led five hundred cavalrymen down south. He was the only Vassal King who went down south to meet the Emperor.
Zhao Sui's face was dry and solemn. He sat in a simple carriage and was deeply worried.
His son, Zhao Yi, blended into the cavalrymen and was exactly the same as the ordinary cavalrymen.
Because of his good relationship with Xu Xiao in the early years, he had been troubled by him for so many years. That year, he fell into a trap set up by the capital. More than thirty of his elite subordinates were demoted or sent away. People's hearts were shaken and their vitality was greatly damaged. They had not recovered yet.
Zhao Sui put down a military book in his hand and smiled bitterly, "Lame Xu will definitely not be willing to come. I don't know if the notorious nephew has the courage."
— —
Three hundred cavalrymen set off from Xiangfan City.
It was the same as the relationship between the King of Yan and Nalan Youci. The one who rode the carriage was not the King of Jing An, Zhao Xun, but the blind advisor.
Zhao Xun felt refreshed.
With Lu Xu's strategy, the Song family, which was supposed to dominate the literary world for three generations, collapsed like a paper tiger. This Old Man Song vomited blood on the sickbed and died of anger.
— —
The King of Huainan, Zhao Ying, who was recognized as the most cowardly person in the dynasty, only brought a few dozen cavalrymen to the capital.
He was drunk in the carriage. Looking at the many jars of wine at his feet, he was probably drunk more than sober.
When he was sleeping, a lone cavalryman brushed past his pitiful cavalrymen.
It was the White Clothes Plum Wine of Xishu.
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