The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 196 Haggard and Lost

It's time to recruit soldiers again.

The man sighed softly, carrying two boxes and walking into the mulberry forest outside the backyard. He dug a deep pit, buried his belongings while looking around, then filled the pit with soil, tamped it down, and covered it with flowers and plants.

Before doing all this, he sent his slaves Bao Tefeng and Green and his wife and children away. Now that he was the only one at home, it was impossible for anyone to see him hiding the money.

These were the rewards and spoils he had earned in the past few years. Compared to the central army, they were not much, but compared to the civilians, they were indeed a lot, which made him very worried about handing them over to his wife. Perhaps men and women, regardless of social status, have sexual desires. When they are hungry, they eat; when they are tired, they sleep; when they feel hot and itchy, they naturally want to find someone to poke. His wife is also a human being. If he does not come back for a long time or is killed by the Bian bandits, and his wife has an affair with someone to quench her thirst, the man can understand it, but he is afraid that his wife will not be able to bear the loneliness and run away with a wild husband after having an affair with someone else.

This is not a fuss for no reason. It happened in Xinghua Village. Ma Sanlang was brought back from the front and buried, but his wife earned the compensation and abandoned the hungry child and ran away with the thief. Ma Sanlang's mother went to Danfeng Gate to appeal, and his fellow villagers also came to speak. After the emperor met with them, he sent the Sili Xiaowei to hunt down the adulterers, stripped them of their clothes and publicly executed them at Baqiao, which helped the Ma family recover their property.

It's just him.

What if we change the emperor? Would he have the leisure to take care of the miserable household chores?
The hardships of life teach men a lot. The most important thing is that you can't rely on others for everything. The only person you can rely on is yourself. For all kinds of things, only if you prepare for them in advance can you succeed.

The man gazed at the mulberry forest for a last while, then strode towards the courtyard with a heavy heart.

"Master, when will you come back?" Bao Tefeng and Green, who were called back, slowly sat down under the loquat tree in the courtyard and asked with a flattering smile.

"Maybe a month or two, maybe a year." The man stared at the ants on the ground.

He originally planned to bring Bao Tefeng and Green with him. This would not only allow the slaves to share some of the trivial matters, but also allow them to take care of sores and diseases in the camp, and also allow them to do some work within their ability for the saint, such as washing clothes, cleaning the battlefield, moving corpses, digging ditches, etc. Unfortunately, the saint did not allow it. The military book clearly stated: All Chinese and foreign armies are not allowed to bring servants.

The man had to give up.

He was not worried that Bao Tefeng and Green would escape.

In May, the imperial court promulgated the Fugitive Law, which stipulated that if a captured soldier escaped, he would be the property of whoever caught him, and if he escaped five times or more, he would be considered a criminal. Bao Tefeng and Gelin had no relatives in the interior, and there were marks on their faces, so they could not escape from Jingzhao.

I believe both of them are aware of this stupid thing.

What made the man anxious was his savings hidden in the mulberry forest. What if the two slaves found out, leaked it to his wife intentionally or accidentally, and she secretly squandered it?
Forget it, as long as I’m alive and the emperor doesn’t change, I’ll have everything.

With the help of Bao Tefeng and Green, he put on his futou, white robe, black-headed boots, belt, quiver, sword, dagger, bow and other equipment, hung two sets of armor, helmet and dry food on the horse, and cleared his throat and reminded: "When I am not at home, be sensible. Don't quarrel with your neighbors. Don't do tricks. Take good care of the crops. If there is news that the king's army is defeated or the saint dies suddenly, follow the mistress to find a place to take refuge..."

The two of them nodded timidly.

Seeing the man was about to mount the horse, Bao Tefeng and Green hurriedly leaned against the horse's legs, one in front and one behind, crawled on the ground and barked twice.

"What are you barking about?" The man frowned and scolded, "I've told you so many times. The king doesn't talk about this. You two are my servants, not cats or dogs. You have forgotten the Tibetan customs."

"Yes." The two stood up, scratched their heads and laughed. It was not popular among Tang people to kneel down and kowtow, and they were not used to it.

The man climbed onto the horse's back swiftly, and after checking everything, he adjusted his sitting position by holding his crotch, and squeezed his thighs hard, and the beast under him rushed home proudly.

Feixian School Army is a cavalry unit. He has a quota of mounts, but it's not easy to get one on a regular basis. Furthermore, horsepower is very valuable, so he doesn't want to ride it even if it's not necessary. This is the mule he bought for daily transportation and training.

There are many comrades in the army who do the same as him.

The entire Feixian Army has 6,000 people, and the man estimated that there are at least 10,000 mounts of various types.

If we were to confront the Bian bandits, haha. There was no need to fight them head on. We could just follow the Bian bandits as they marched, wait until they were sweating profusely, then quickly approach them, dismount and line up to fight for our lives. In this way, no matter how powerful the Bian bandits were, how many spears could they hit?
But the high consumption of food is a problem.

Fortunately, he was rich and could afford to keep an extra mule.

What about the rest?

I hope the saints can think of a solution. If each infantryman can have three horses, why bother with the cavalry? They can only follow behind others to pick up leftovers and eat leftover soup. Without the horse spear, they are nothing.

The man held the reins with one hand and raised the spear vertically with the other.

The solid weight on his wrist immediately made him feel relieved.

It has been three years, and this meter-long iron spear given by the saint has been with him for almost four years.

Over the past three years, this spear tip has crushed the internal organs of countless beast soldiers.

It was also thanks to the intestines and lungs it dug out that he was able to rise from a nobody to the commander of a banner in charge of a hundred people, and that he was able to go from being a gangster who fled to the capital with his family to living a peaceful life today.

I hope this spear can achieve new glory this time.

Geng Tong looked back at the thriving Xinghua Village and whipped the horse. The honest mule quickened its pace, making a clattering sound.

Look out at the foggy Guanzhong Plain in the hot wind.

Soldiers kept coming in groups of three or two to join the Jingfu Avenue, crossing the willow-lined Bashui River. Like thousands of rivers and streams, they trickled into the imperial country's destiny.

Bashang. Over 30,000 infantry and cavalry from Longwu, Longxiang, Feixian, Huorui, Guangrui, Feiqi, Tuqi, Sheying, and Kongxian will gather here, led by Zhao Fu, the Du Yuhou, as the vanguard, and march to Jiangzhou in Hezhong.

The Eastern Expedition!
But this time they were no longer fighting for the chance to stay alive with the emperor, but to go out and kill people, drink Bian's dog blood, and let Zhu Ze know that the men of Yongzhou were not chickens, dogs, cattle and sheep that could be trampled on.

……

"How is it? Does it look good?" Marquis Changshan turned around and asked with a beaming look on his face.

"It looks good." Chu Yi sat aside and nodded.

"What about this?" Marquis Changshan put on a red-collared robe.

"It looks good too."

"I think Sogdian Hufu is more stylish."

"See if you like it." Chu Yi was painting a picture with full concentration.

"Madam, you are too perfunctory!" Wang Congxun couldn't help but complain.

Chu Yi could no longer hold back and said, "You are a soldier, and you care about beauty more than women like me. Besides, it doesn't matter what you wear when you go to war. Is it that entangled? When you were stirring up trouble and trying to seize Daming Palace, why didn't you care so much about your appearance?"

Wang Congxun's face flushed immediately. He turned around and said, "A gentleman does not remember past grudges."

"Just wear this." Chu Yi put down his brush, picked up the blue collared robe, turned Wang Congxun around, and said softly: "Do you still remember that the saint brought you to Chang'an Palace to marry a wife? That day when you and I first met, you were wearing this."

Wang Congxun listened, and smiled, "When you were chosen by the saint to marry me, I observed your expression and saw that you kept pulling at Concubine Shu's sleeves, pouting and looking quite reluctant. How about today's matter?"

Chu Yi rolled his eyes.

Wang Congxun laughed loudly, hugged his wife tightly, and said, "We should remember Prime Minister Liu. If he hadn't come to subdue us when the Qi people invaded the palace and made a riot, I would have been dead long ago. And your majesty, Prime Minister Liu sent me to him. If he had refused out of fear or found a reason to drive me away a few days later... Without his calmness, without his entrustment, without that cup of honey, there would be no Changshan Marquis today. I think the relationship between him and me is probably that of Fan Kuai and Liu Bang."

Chu Yi looked at her husband in surprise.

not bad.

Guests like Li Yu and Chen Tuan, at least my efforts to raise you were not in vain.

"Prime Minister Liu has been ill for more than two years. Although he is still in office, he has not been in charge of government for a long time. I'm afraid his time is coming to an end. Why don't you choose a day to visit him?" Chu Yi pinched his face and asked.

Wang Congxun shook his head, "It's hard to be a minister, and it's not easy to be a monarch. The governor is most afraid of the yamen soldiers' cliques being stuck together, and the emperor is of course afraid of the ministers being happy. I'm already the tutor of Prince De. If I have to deal with Prime Minister Liu's family again, from what I know about His Majesty, although he won't say anything and will even praise me for being grateful, he will inevitably feel uncomfortable. Madam, didn't you notice? In the past, His Majesty would often call me into the palace to sleep with me in the same bed. He would summon me ten or a hundred times a day, and he would sleep with me when he was away on the battlefield. But now, he is not as close to me as before, and the person he loves the most has become a pig. Maybe I did something wrong. I need to practice the way of a minister."
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His Majesty…

Chu Yi shuddered when she heard this formal, rigorous and respectful title. She didn't know how to describe it, but it felt weird.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this. The little prince waved his hand and said casually: "I just need to know that your majesty is not a mean and ungrateful ruler. He can even let Ximen Chongsui and Yang Fugong go, so how can he do anything to the meritorious officials? Do what you should do and abide by your duties as a minister."

"It should be so. No one can defeat you if you follow the right path." Hearing this, Chu Yi grabbed his face and rewarded him with a wet kiss.

Slowly loosening his arms, Xiao Wang took his son who was sleeping soundly beside him in his hands, looked at him again and again, put him down again, propped up his thighs and stood up, saying: "I should go now."

"Swords have no eyes, be careful..." Chu Yi held his hand and whispered, "If you can't beat him, run away."

"If you take money from others, you have to help them get rid of their misfortunes. If you accept the money and goods from the Jiedushi, you have to fight for your life. This is the truth I took as a divine oracle when I was a thief in the Tianwei Army. Death is death, what's the big deal? I am not afraid of death, I am just afraid of dying in vain. Now that I am a marquis, there is no room for retreat. The only thing I can't let go is you and your son." Wang Congxun stroked Chu Yi's face, feeling a pang of pain.

"You are not a thief. I can see through you."

"Ugh!"

Wang Congxun sighed, pried open Chu Yi's ten fingers, and staggered away.

The young king was a few years older than the saint, thirty-two years old. He should have been in the prime of life, but after riding his horse in armor for only a few miles, sweat broke out on his forehead and temples.

Was this emptied out by Chu Yi?

"I'm so exhausted because of beauty." Wang Congxun wiped his face with his sleeve and muttered to himself, thinking that he should have married an ugly wife.

By the way, I was defeated by Chu Yi alone, and felt tired and exhausted. I wonder how Your Majesty, who had more than a dozen concubines fighting together and was surrounded by beautiful girls all day long, managed to survive.

Can you still withstand the armor?
From now on, I have to ask Li Yu and others to write petitions on a regular basis to repeatedly give advice.

In this world, we cannot lose him within the next eight or ten years.

Thinking of this, and then thinking of the future, thinking of the Lingyan Pavilion and the heroes such as Li, Guo, and Ma Hun, Wang Congxun's heart was filled with excitement.

From now on, quit masturbating!

(End of this chapter)