Tiantang Splendid

Chapter 3651 A dream of floating dust

Li Ji didn't say a word, kept his feet, and nodded slightly at the guard standing at the entrance of the tent. A guard close to the door turned sideways and opened the curtain of the tent door.

Li Ji entered first.

Fang Jun walked to the door, looked around, and saw that these people were all the personal guards of the emperor who guarded the Taiji Palace in the past. At this moment, these guards did not look sideways, and regarded Fang Jun as nothing.

These are the real emperor's confidants, who can sacrifice their lives for the emperor anytime, anywhere, but when His Majesty Li Er leaves the palace, he will not leave the palace, even if His Majesty Li Er is in the palace, he will also take it with him.At this moment, these people are guarding here, which seems to have explained the importance of this tent...

Fang Jun took a deep breath and stepped into the tent.

The door curtain was lowered behind him, which instantly dimmed the light in the tent, but this was enough to make Fang Jun look down on the furnishings in the tent.

In the deserted tent, there was only a huge coffin in it. The fresh wood exudes a unique aroma. The clear wood texture can be seen on the coffin that has not been painted and carved. A person is as heavy as a mountain.

Although Li Ji had already reported the news of His Majesty's death to the Crown Prince of the East Palace, at this moment, he still felt as if a situation had been suppressed in his heart.

Perhaps, His Majesty Li Er was not the best emperor. He killed his brother, killed his younger brother, forced his father to abdicate, and even had some willful ways. The advantages and disadvantages are as clear.But in the years since he came to the Tang Dynasty, His Majesty Li Er has always treated him very favorably, and can even be described as indulgence. Although he beats and scolds him from time to time, he has never really hated him, and in the end he will always condone his deviant behavior. way of doing things.

Broad-minded and humbly accepting remonstrance, this is a noble quality that many monarchs and holy masters have never really possessed.

However, now, the generation of the hero who holds the sun and the moon in his hand and opened up a dynasty, who is destined to leave a strong mark on history and is admired by countless descendants, has left his magnificent and solemn palace and can only rank in this place. In the coffin.

Even if he heard the accurate news from the prince, he always had a suspicion or extravagant hope - thinking that this was just a drama written and directed by His Majesty Li Er, in order to achieve the richness that he wanted to accomplish. Great work.

After all, in the past, although the emperor might have been injured or contracted an illness during his expedition to Goguryeo, he still returned to Chang'an City and continued to lead this huge empire step by step to prosperity and strength, laying the foundation for the first-class empire from ancient times to the present. Brilliant age.

But now, facing this huge coffin, all doubts and extravagant hopes are shattered...

Seeing that Fang Jun was in a daze at first, then a look of pain and grief appeared on his face, until he slowly knelt down before the coffin, tears fell silently, Li Ji did not persuade him, but said lightly: "My heart is If you have anything to say, it's okay to talk to Your Majesty."

Then, he turned around and walked out of the tent.

The moment the door curtain was opened, the cold wind rushed in, blowing up the ashes from the burning yellow paper in the pottery pot on the side of the coffin, and scattered ashes swirled up and fluttered in the air like autumn leaves...

Life and death success or failure, floating dust is a dream

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Li Ji did not return to the central army tent, but stood with his hands behind his back at the "street" between the two tents, letting the cold wind pass through the hall, raising his jacket and hunting, but he didn't feel the cold.

Because his heart is hot.

He clearly knows what he is doing now, what earth-shaking changes will be brought to the empire, and will eliminate the shortcomings of the imperial court since the two Han Dynasties in one fell swoop. Jing Cong, instead of the decree not leaving Gyeonggi, the world nominally belongs to the imperial court, but in fact it is all under the control of the aristocratic family.

Not only is his military talent unparalleled in the world, but his political talent is also full. He deeply understands that the existence of aristocratic clans seems to consolidate the foundation of the world, but in fact, the interests of clans will inevitably override the interests of the empire. There is always a risk of falling apart.

The calamity of the gatekeepers goes deep into the foundation and cannot be reconciled.

……

With the sound of footsteps behind him, Li Ji turned around and saw Fang Jun, who was faintly excited, smiled silently, stretched out his hand and patted Fang Jun's shoulder, and said warmly, "This matter is beyond your control, so please hurry up. It’s better to go back to Chang’an as soon as possible, the current situation is unpredictable, don’t regret it for the rest of your life because of a momentary negligence.”

Fang Jun deeply understood the meaning of this sentence, nodded slowly, and said: "If that's the case, then I'll leave first. Oh, Li Siwen is now the deputy general of the sixth commander of the East Palace, leading an army alone and fighting. His bravery and achievements in battle are highly favored by His Royal Highness."

Since the day the rebels started fighting, Donggong Liulu has been fighting arduously against an enemy army ten times his own, with serious downsizing but not retreating. His fighting spirit has always been strong.At the same time, Li Siwen, Cheng Chubi, Qu Tuquan, Qin Huaidao and others are naturally regarded as the humerus by the prince. It is conceivable that as long as the East Palace can survive this crisis, the character of the prince will be given to them one by one. , not only to be promoted to nobility, but also to stand in the center of power for the rest of his life.

A bright future ahead.

Li Ji smiled and said indifferently: "When faced with troubled times, a man will take fame and fame immediately, life and death are destiny, wealth and honor are in the sky, what kind of good fortune must not only be fought for by one's own hands, but also resigned to fate, after all, swords and spears are on the battlefield. Eyeless, even as the commander-in-chief of an army, he may be killed by a cold arrow... Go back and tell him that the merits of his father and grandfather's title are not enough to rely on. ."

These words seem to be a father's expectation for his son, but he still does not reveal half of Li Ji's own inclination...

Fang Jun clenched his fists and saluted: "So, I'll leave now."

"Ah."

Li Ji nodded, still carrying his hands on his back, his body stopped like a javelin, his body was filled with a soldier's breath, and he exhorted: "This time you ambushed and killed Zhangsun Anye at Yanling Pass, the news must have been passed back to Chang'an, how is Zhangsun Wuji? Are you willing to give up? He must have planned your return route to ambush and kill you to avenge your eldest grandson Anye, so you must be more careful and don’t be careless, lest you lose your life.”

From Luoyang to Chang'an, Guanlong's army has already controlled Tongguan, so Changsun Anye can walk on the "North-South Wei Road" calmly, but Fang Jun can only return by the original road of Shangyu Ancient Road.In this way, the eldest grandson Wuji can calmly arrange for his soldiers to set up an ambush on the way Fang Jun must pass, and intercept them.

Fang Jun took it seriously, only seeing how much the eldest grandson Wuji was willing to disobey the imperial court's orders and recalled the eldest grandson Anye from Lingnan's exile.Although he has been making him a secluded mansion, it is not useful, but at this time, sending Zhangsun Anye to persuade Li Ji, doesn't it show his position in Zhangsun Wuji's heart?
Such a good helper was his own younger brother who died tragically under Fang Jun's sword, so it's no wonder that the eldest grandson Wuji didn't go mad.

However, there are only two roads linking Guanzhong and Luoyang. If you take the "North-South Wei Road", you have to go through Hangu Pass and Tong Pass all the way, as if you are plunged into the rebel camp, surrounded by rebels dozens of times your own. Intercepted, certain death.

In contrast, the terrain of Shangyu Ancient Road is more dangerous and narrow, and even if there is a huge force, it is difficult to lay out. In the sky, it can only send an elite army to set up an ambush halfway to intercept it.

What kind of elite army does Guanlong have?If it was more than ten or twenty years ago, the blood-stained robes of the Guanlong soldiers who had gone through the battles from the south to the north, all of them were fierce soldiers who had been in the battle for a long time. It would not be too easy to choose an elite who can stand up to ten.However, time has passed, and 20 years of pampered and extravagant life has already wiped out the bravery of Guanlong soldiers. Except for the soldiers among the sixteen guards, the rest of the Guanzhong children are not only unspeakably elite, but even vulnerable.

Otherwise, it will not cause the current rebel army to have several times or even ten times the strength of the army, and it will not be able to shake the embarrassing situation of Donggong's six rate...

Fang Jun is confident that he can lead his personal soldiers to stop the murderers, and the Buddha to stop and kill the Buddha, all the way back to Chang'an.

He saluted Li Ji again and said, "The British public take care."

Turning around and striding away, he came to join his own soldiers outside the camp, galloped all the way, followed the original road along the Luoshui River, and went straight to the Shangyu Ancient Road.

Li Ji stood there and watched Fang Jun go away, his eyes were deep, and he didn't know what to think.When there was a sound behind him, he turned to look, but Zhu Suiliang stuck his head out from the small tent, looked at each other, nodded slightly at him, and seemed to call him over.

Li Ji walked outside the tent door, took a deep breath, tidied up his clothes, his face was solemn, and then he stepped in.

The cold wind blew the flags and fluttered fiercely. You could see the large tent of the Chinese army and the tent where the coffin was parked, and there was a small tent next to it...

(End of this chapter)