At the beginning, I gave up my military power with a cup of wine, and I ascended the throne

Chapter 129 Girl Qingyao
"Cough cough."

Yuan Hong said: "I think Xiao Han is more like a marquis than the prince."

"Really?"

Xie Xuanli surprisingly did not object, but nodded in agreement: "I feel the same way."

"Old Yuan, do you think the policies he implemented in Xiliang can be implemented in our Jiyou area?"

"For example, absorbing refugees, reducing taxes, and encouraging farming and warfare."

"Disaster."

Yuan Hong: "These policies are conducive to recuperation, but there is a prerequisite, that is, Jizhou must have a stable situation."

"Xiliang has four strong passes, which can ensure its impregnability and restrain its soldiers, so it can be implemented in a bold and decisive manner."

"Our Jizhou is a place that has been attacked on all four sides, and the arrogant and brave generals under the Marquis are used to being arrogant and domineering."

Yuan Hong didn't continue speaking.

But Xie Xuanli already understood.

one.

Jizhou is a battlefield for four battles, so the combat effectiveness of 300,000 cavalry must be guaranteed. Therefore, those arrogant and powerful generals under his command cannot move, and they may even have to be indulged a little.

If a large-scale reorganization is carried out, not only will there be mutiny in the army, but the combat effectiveness of the Jizhou Army's cavalry will certainly be greatly reduced. By then, the Northern Wei will take the opportunity to move south, which will be a loss.

Second.

The area of ​​Jiyou is mostly mountainous and has little land, and is not as flat as Xiliang.

Third.

There have been many wars in Jizhou, and nine out of ten houses are empty. Throughout history, only the people of Jiyou have fled to the Central Plains to save their lives, and no one from other states has fled to Jiyou to escape famine.

Fourth.

Ji Youzha was suppressed by the imperial court, but now Xiliang is supported by the imperial court.

Jiyou is a vast country covering several states and commanding 300,000 cavalrymen. Its mighty power shakes the whole world, but in fact, its seemingly strong physique hides many hidden injuries.

The huge number of military meritorious service members is an important pillar for maintaining the Jiyouxie royal flag. Anyone can move them except the Northern Palace Army.

There are far more than one Pan Feng in the entire Jiyou. In terms of combat effectiveness, these warriors are indeed powerful.

But in terms of military discipline, only the soldiers under Chen Qingzhao and the Yuyang Prefecture troops led by Xiao Han had some better discipline.

Massacre and looting to boost morale was the most commonly used method.

Of course, it was not only the Jizhou Army, but also the Northern Wei and Central Plains courts that frequently used it.

Faced with this group of arrogant and powerful generals, even though Xie Xuanli was the Marquis of Zhenbei, he still had a headache and could only resort to a gentle strategy.

However, Xiao Han was different. His team was formed after he entered Xiliang, which fundamentally eliminated this problem.

At the moment, Jizhou is like a heavy cavalry charging. It looks fierce, but in fact it can only move forward without any room for maneuver. If it moves casually, it may fall off the horse.

You can only wait until all your strength is exhausted and then become weaker and weaker.

"Is there really no way?"

Xie Xuanli yawned and rubbed his hands. The wind and snow blew in his face, making him shiver unconsciously.

Taxes cannot be levied corruptly, refugees cannot be recruited, and merits cannot be moved. It seems that there is an invisible net that tightly binds the hands and feet of the Marquis of Zhenbei.

"Let's talk about it later."

This was the only way Yuan Hong could comfort her.

The wind is getting stronger.

The snow is getting heavier.

He could hardly stand, so he left the building.

Inside the Tingchao Pavilion.

Xiao Han walked around aimlessly. He had seen most of the martial arts here, so he wasn't very interested.

Instead, Dayue'er and Yuwen Yulou were reading the books and martial arts eagerly.

He did not go to the last two floors, which were the core of the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, and Xie Xuanli would not allow him to step in.

Xiao Han didn't want to make trouble for himself.

at dusk.

The sky was dark.

The wind and snow poured down, submerging the entire mansion in a vast expanse of white. He walked out of the Tingchao Pavilion, stood at the door, and looked at the heavy snow all over the sky.

"Are you two really not going back tonight?"

He turned around and shouted, "Not going back."

Dayue'er's voice came from inside.

"I'm not going back tonight either."

Yuwen Yulou echoed.

"alright."

He nodded: "Then I will leave first, and someone will bring you food later."

Not to mention Dayue'er who is at the Tianxiang realm and Yuwen Yulou who is at the Vajra realm, who would dare to attack them in the Zhenbei Marquis' Mansion?
With his hands behind his back, he walked slowly into the snowstorm and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Each of Xie Xuanli's favorite generals has an exclusive courtyard, and Xiao Han is no exception. It's just that he used to fight outside for many years and seldom came back.

The courtyard was quiet and covered with snow, but when I opened the room, it was spotless and had all the amenities I needed.

There should be servants coming to clean from time to time.

"General."

Two young girls came over and bowed.

"Dinner is ready. General, would you like to eat now?"

One of the maids spoke up.

"Just a moment."

He shook his head: "Send someone to deliver two dinners to Tingchao Pavilion. If anyone tries to stop us, report my name."

"No." The maid withdrew.

There was a fire in the hall, so it wasn't cold at all. He took off his cloak and sat down on the soft chair.

"General, please have some tea."

A maid served tea.

It was not until it was completely dark that the maid who brought the meal returned to the courtyard, and Xiao Han had finished his dinner.

After taking a bath and changing clothes, he took out an ancient book from the study and started reading.

The night is deep.

The wind and snow are heavy.

The candlelight flickered, emitting a bright light. Subtle footsteps could be heard, but Xiao Han never looked up or spoke a word.

After a few breaths, the footsteps stopped. At the gate of the courtyard, under the eaves, a timid girl was standing quietly at the gate. She was wearing a thick white coat, had a pretty face and a thin figure.

The cold wind blew from behind, making the jacket stick tightly to the body, outlining the curves of the figure that was beginning to take shape.

The black hair was draped behind her head and fixed with a jade hairpin.

It was Qingyao, a servant in the prince's courtyard.

Qingyao's eyes were on A Kun, the man who was buried in a book in the inner river house. She wanted to speak, but she didn't dare to.

Her eyes were dodging, she looked left and right, her hands were nervously twirling the corners of her clothes, and her toes were rubbing the ground restlessly, as if she wanted to make some noise and attract the attention of the man in the room.

pity.

The man didn't react at all, as if he didn't hear it.

The atmosphere was solemn.

The cold wind was howling, Qingyao's body was shivering, her pretty face was pale, and her teeth were chattering.

But she still didn't dare to speak.

Just two hours ago.

Qingyao received very bad news.

The Pingxi general asked for him by name, and Xie Xuanli, the Marquis of Zhenbei, agreed.

There was no room for negotiation. The guard just came to inform her to come to Xiao Han's yard to serve in the evening and then left.

When Qingyao got the news, she felt like she was struck by lightning, and then she lost her mind.

She naturally knew what kind of mission General Xiao Han, the Pingxi General, was responsible for. He was the former butcher of Jizhou and now the governor of Xiliang.

The most important thing is that Xiao Han and the son of Zhenbei Hou are not on good terms.

Now, as a personal servant in the prince's mansion, if I were to fall into that man's hands, I would probably end up in a miserable way.

Feeling confused, uneasy and fearful, she thought about refusing, but no one cared about her thoughts as a servant.

(End of this chapter)