The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 221 Newly Married

In June of the second year of Qianning, the whole country was busy.

On the second day of the first lunar month, Xing Mi led tens of thousands of people to float across the Huai River to Sizhou, where he met with Sizhou Defense Envoy Tai Meng to fight with the people of Bian for Xuzhou.

On the sixth day, Cang and Qi, annoyed by the sage's urging, each sent out 10,000 troops to engage in battle with Ge Congzhou of Yuncheng and Yuan Xiangxian of Yanzhou.

At this time, if Cang and Qi were sane, they should have mobilized their main force to march westward, first capturing Yuncheng, and then joining forces with Wei Bo to attack Hu Zhen of the Yicheng Army, forcing the Bian Army to withdraw its forces deployed on the eastern front to Hua, Pu, and Cao areas, making Bianliang worry about their own safety, and indirectly putting pressure on Zhu Wen through them, while cooperating with the various forces of Yang and Yuan in the south.

It's a pity they can't do it.

Since the war broke out between Zibo and Qinghai, there has been a big fight, but they are not fighting to the death, they are just living their lives.

Cangzhou is even more ridiculous. So far, they have only sent Gao Shao, the chief military officer, to lead 3,000 troops to support Zhu Xuan once. When they attacked Chao, they also pushed a general named Yang Quanmei to lead 5,000 troops to enter the pass to participate in the war, but now they are so exhausted. Since Zheng Hanqing was expelled in the first year of Guangming, the Henghai Navy has been separatist for 15 years. Perhaps their hearts have long been wild, and they have evolved into a complete fence-sitter. If they want to make them contribute, they must see a clear turning point.

On the 11th, Chen Wu, the commander of the Hunan Changlin Army, arrived in Guozhou with 8,000 troops.

On the 15th, the sage assembled his troops in Chang'an.

The more than 10,000 Bian troops incorporated in Hezhong and the Bian troops captured in Juyangchuan were merged and changed into the Zhengyi Xiaowei, which was affiliated with the Tiance Army. The surrendered general Murong Zhang was made the Zhengyi Xiaowei, and Linghu Tao was his deputy. The surrendered Bian troops captured in Tongguan, such as Tang Bao, Bao Jinzhong, and Chai Renxin, were made the Zhengyi generals.

The 18,000 Uighur soldiers were divided into two groups: the army to protect the emperor and the army to suppress the enemy. The army to protect the emperor was still led by Li Renmei, while the army to suppress the enemy was temporarily led by Qi Yanshu and Hu Suoyue, and they went to Guozhou to serve under Zhao Kuangning.

The 14,000 Western Liang troops brought back by the anti-Luotu general Geshu Jin were divided into Xingguo Tianqi and the guards in front of the tent.

On the 19th, the emperor issued an edict to set up the Yi and Luo camps. Zhao Kuangning was promoted to special promotion and appointed as the commander-in-chief, and Li Sizhou was appointed as the deputy commander-in-chief. He led more than 80,000 troops from Kui, Jing, Changlin, Li Cunxiao, Qi Yanshu and other units to attack Yique. Considering Li Cunxiao's arrogance and fearing that he would not obey Zhao Kuangning's command, the emperor promoted him to the rank of Zhong Dafu and appointed him as the commander of the camp.

The Shaanxi and Heyang Recruiting Envoys were formed. Changshan Marquis Wang Congxun was appointed as the Recruiting Envoy, with Mo Zangqiqi, the governor of the Huguo Army Wang Ke, the general manager of the Wansui Fan Army Wang Zhu, the Huorui Colonel Gao Hanhong and Wang Zimei as deputy envoys. They led the Wansui Fan Army and the four colonels Feixian, Guangrui, Longxiang and Huorui, and the Hezhong Town, a total of more than 70,000 people, and marched out along the Qiao-Han Highway, and joined forces with the Chengde troops stationed in Huaizhou to attack Shaanxi Prefecture and Heyang.

Wang Tuan, the envoy of the Ministry of Revenue, was appointed as the envoy to receive grain and supplies for the army. Sun Weisheng, the prefect of Jingzhao, Lu Xisheng, the secretary, and Wu Gongdu, the chief censor, were appointed as the deputy envoys.

General Tiance and the Great Sage Wukang led the personal guards, the four envoys of the North Gate of Jinjian, Moli, Pingyi and Wulu, the Holy Guard Army, the Western Liang Army, the Yan Army, the Yiwu Army of Wang Chuzhi, the Wanjun Han Army, and the seven schools of Feiqi, Tuqi, Shooting Eagle, Controlling Strings, Longwu and Justice, with more than 100,000 infantry and cavalry, out of Hongnong Gorge.

On the 22nd, the imperial court launched a preliminary political offensive against the rebels.

The emperor ordered Zhu Youzhen, Zhu Wen's legitimate son, to be the governor of Xuanwu Army.

Zhao Keyu, the defense envoy of Zhengzhou in the pseudo-Liang Dynasty, was appointed as the Jiedushi of Zheng and Henan Prefectures.

He was promoted to the title of King Huaiyang of the Zhongwu Army Zhao Chang.

Zhu Wen's local generals, as long as they were discovered, were given corresponding titles. This was considered an ultimatum. They did not expect to defect, but as long as they were lazy, lazy, and obstructed Zhu Wen, they would be considered meritorious. If they followed this thief and resisted stubbornly, it would be fine if the court lost. Otherwise,

As for Li Keyong...

ignore him.

Love comes or not.

If they fail in the attack on Luoyang, the alliance between the emperor and the princes will probably be dissolved, and everyone will return home to defend their own territory. Li will return to Guanxi to establish his own regime, and together we will welcome the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms. If they succeed, it will not matter whether Li Keyong comes or not, and the allied forces will then encircle Luoyang.

*****
The night was long and the saint was having a strange dream.

In the dream, he was staring at the desk in a daze, and the old Li Ye suddenly jumped out from the shadows: "You've been wandering around for so long, it's time for you to have enough? This place doesn't belong to you, come back."

He had just taken two steps when he was grabbed from behind. Turning back, he saw a young man with a jade feather robe and a lotus crown and a big beard, and a group of ministers, wives and children with tearful eyes: "The saint was born and raised here, where are you going? How can you be so cruel and abandon us?"

Just as he was about to turn around, he was slapped twice in the face by Li Ye: "They are all NPCs, it's just a dream, understand! I think you are confused by history books! Have you forgotten your wife, children, and parents? Come with me!"

They were also caught there: "What shall we do now that the Saint is gone? The Empire is less than halfway through its revival and you want to leave? Is that fair to us?"

I was pulled from left to right like this.

Li Ye stamped his feet anxiously, "Oh, why do you care about them? You are Li Ye, Li Ye! Emperor Zhaozong, Empress He, late Tang and Five Dynasties, they are all history. What does it have to do with you? You are just a peasant. What have you done in military and political affairs since you were a child? With your appearance, can you manage a village well? It is not your responsibility to save a building from collapse. Do you think it is a simulation game? Look at you now. You are neither human nor ghost. If you are chopped by a warrior one day, I will treat you as a joke. Be obedient and follow me back to work."

The Privy Councillor threw himself into his arms and choked up, "You are Li Ye now, and now you are the emperor! You have done a great job. Didn't you get through the difficult times a few years ago? Today you have so many ministers who sacrificed their families to help you out, so many loyal and brave soldiers, and one-third of the country. What are you afraid of? Don't be afraid, cheer up and hold on, I will always be with you."

Li Ye was silent for a moment, then sneered, "Awesome. You throw away real life, but you can't let go of the paper man. You keep talking about the Holy Tang Dynasty and the Restoration. Dynasty fans and abstract guys are inferior to you when it comes to your level of rebellion. Come on, don't you want to go back at all?"

"I……"

"Go away!" Li Ye rushed forward, cursing him, kicking and hitting him, trying to drag him into the foggy door.

Suddenly, heart-wrenching cries and shouts broke out: "Saint!"

The noise made his head explode, and he couldn't help but shake his hands vigorously. He woke up with a loud scream and sat on the couch with disheveled hair.

This action caused him to slap the person next to him in the face with two loud "slaps", and his elbows poked the delicate bodies of Concubine Shu, Concubine Xian, and Lady Liang.

Zhao Ruxin, who always slept lightly, sat up at the same time. Her hand subconsciously touched the sword hanging on the bedside, swept it around the dim hall, retracted her hand, combed her hair, and looked at the saint: "Are you having a nightmare again?"

"Ah, I..." The naked Shufei and Xianfei also moaned, rubbing their sleepy eyes and sat up.

"Go to sleep." He patted the two young women's faces, and waited for them to lie down and continue sleeping. Then the saint put on an outer coat, walked to the window and sat down, looking at the bright stars and the moon.

Zhao Ruxin sat down beside him and leaned on his shoulder. The two of them held hands and said nothing.

"Traveling thousands of miles to the battlefield, crossing the mountains and hills like flying. The cold wind carries the sound of the golden watchtowers, the cold light shines on the iron armor..." The sage was moved and actually recited two lines of poetry.

"It's still a while before dawn, why don't you sleep a little longer?"

"I've slept enough." The saint stood up and put on his clothes quietly.

Afterwards, he put on iron armor, and Zhao Ruxin stood behind him and put on his headgear and headband.

The moment he hung up the jade sword, put on his leather boots, and held the silver-bladed lacquered spear in his hand, the image of a warrior emerged again, and he immediately felt a lot more at ease.

"You're not meeting with the other concubines?"

"It's gone. I'm afraid I can't walk." The saint laughed dryly.

Zhao Ruxin turned her head, held his face with both hands, gave him a long kiss, then laid on his shoulder and gently rubbed his face: "In the morning, I look in the mirror and worry about my hair turning gray. At night, I recite poems and feel the moonlight is cold. There are not many roads to Pengshan, and the bluebird is eager to visit you... I will wait for you to come back. Remember to write to me once every two weeks. I will feel at ease when I see your letter."

"Over the years, we have been together less and apart more. Now that the world is stable, I will go out more often. The mountains and rivers are vast, and each sea has its own wonders. I want to take you to see more.

Zhao Ruxin smiled but said nothing.

"When I'm done with this period of work, I'll confer you the title of Virtuous Consort."

"...No, let's make Zhao Ruozhao the heir. She has greater value and significance. As long as I am your woman, I don't care about the title."

"I care."

"How long will it take for this expedition to return? I want to count the days. Every day that passes, tie a red ribbon on the phoenix tree in the courtyard."

"If we are defeated suddenly, we will be back in half a month."

Zhao Ruxin bit his earlobe.

"Haha, if we get into a stalemate, it will take at least a year."

The other person's hot tears flowed silently down his face, making the saint's heart feel like it was being cut by a knife. Getting married in the evening and saying goodbye in the morning, wasn't it too hasty!
"Sure enough... I'm starting to serve my sentence... I'm in jail..." She took off the two plain and blasphemous clothes inside and stuffed them into the saint's palm: "You ask when I'll be back, but there's no date. The night rain in Bashan swells the autumn pond. I don't know how long we'll be apart this time. If you miss me... it'll be like I'm by your side."

"Stop talking, or I'll really be intoxicated by the gentleness of life." The saint pushed her away, lowered his head and kissed her for a while, then raised his head, stroked Zhao Ruxin's face and stared at her for a while, then closed his eyes: "Shu Fei is timid, sensitive and fragile by nature, and likes to think too much. Please comfort and take care of me when I'm away. Xian Fei married far away alone and has no relatives. Zhao Ruozhao is pregnant with her first child, and there are also Meng Cairen and Zheng Zhaoyi... Please do your best..."

After engraving Xiao Zhao's voice and appearance deeply in his heart, the saint stopped talking, turned around, a look of determination suddenly appeared on his face, and he grabbed his helmet and strode out of the hall.

"I'll take you there again."

“Stop…!”

Zhao Ruxin stood there, watching his back disappear into the darkness.

After a long time, she chased him out. When she arrived at the palace gate, the saint had already run down the imperial road, mounted his horse, and was adjusting his sitting position on the mount. Everything was ready, he roared in a low voice, and the fierce and unruly Qinghai beast ran wildly. One man and one horse, drenched in the drizzle.

gone.

"Dong, dong..." The rumbling sound of bells resounded throughout the Daming Palace and gradually spread to the city of Chang'an, as if some mysterious spell had awakened the sleeping ghosts and gods.

Outside Danfeng Gate, all the ministers gathered.

"We, the ministers, respectfully send off the Saint. May the Saint be blessed with everlasting happiness and may you be invincible in battle!"

"Great Sage, Hongnong Gorge is the place where the Han Emperor suffered. It is an ominous sign. It is best to take a detour."

"Your Majesty, please be careful of Emperor Yang's teachings and don't take any risks!"

"Bring back more wealth. I haven't received my salary for three months and I have been eating steamed buns every day."

"I have a map that records the terrain of the mountains and rivers along the way when I was on a diplomatic mission to Guandong in the past. I would like to present the map to you!"

"Sage, can you take me with you? I can observe the celestial phenomena and give advice."

"Since the time when the saint was buried in the dust of Western Shu, the saint was only this high. I once carried him on my back on the plank road at Jiange. On the day when I married the concubine, I was a guest at her mansion."

……

In Yongjiali, the drums in the camp began to beat, and facing the falling rain, the killers began to set off nervously.

"What? I said it would rain today, and God made it rain."

"You can get it!"

"Eastern Expedition!"

"It is said that the bitches in Bian Song are made of water, and can be crushed to death with a single squeeze of the claws. If I bring her home, do I have to hold her in my arms all day? Teach her to sell in Pingkangli! Make money for me."

"Leave one for the Great Sage! Let the Great Sage grab it first!"

"Hahaha, let's rob them! Let's fight to Bianzhou and make the Central Plains our territory! Let those Henan native dogs go to the Western Regions to farm! We've arrived at Chunming Gate!"

"Oh, here comes the Great Sage! Look, there he is! Ah! He is looking at me!"

"Great Sage, Great Sage! Great Sage, Great Sage!"

"Swear to the death to Sheng Tang! Long live the imperial country!"

"Are you afraid of the people of Bian?" the Great Sage asked as he rode his horse in the front row.

"I'm afraid of his fucking second uncle!"

"Hahaha!" the soldiers cheered and laughed.

"Saint, saint, even a pig marries a royal princess, I want to marry a princess too."

"Hahaha, you bastard, bring me Zhu Wen's head! I'll take you to see Zong Zheng! You can pick any of my sisters. Except for the married ones!"

"I want me too!"

"queue."

"There is only one Zhu Wen. How can I marry the heads of the rebel generals like Ge Congzhou, Ding Hui, and Niu Cunjie?"

"Then you can only marry a girl from a clan other than mine."

"Saint, wait! I will tear Ge Congzhou's bones apart sooner or later! Don't play tricks!"

"Asshole, when have I ever cheated?"

"We trust the saint's credibility. I slap my face, slap my face!"

"Kill him and knock him down." The Great Sage whipped his horse and left.

Behind him, the soldiers raised their arms and shouted, "Cut him to pieces!"

On the earthen embankment beside the stream, thousands of Turkic warriors under the command of Mo Li were whispering. When they saw the saint coming, they crossed their arms and looked at him, "Your Majesty."

The Great Sage greeted them in fluent Turkic.

The group of Turkic knights with deep eyes and high noses were stunned when they heard this.

"When did your Majesty learn Turkish?"

"forget."

"Turkic is not easy to learn." Someone said.

After hearing this, the birdman patted his horse's back, looked up at the sky and sneered: "It's enough to have a mouth. I can speak Turkic, Tangut, Tibetan, and Uighur."

This is not Li's boasting. He does have a talent for languages. In his previous life, he scored nearly full marks in English in the college entrance examination and passed the level 6 exam with more than 600 points. He took Japanese as an elective and got a grade after graduation. He also knows a little about Spanish and French. Therefore, after Ashina, who was proficient in many foreign languages, came to the United States and entered the palace, he quickly mastered several foreign languages. Of course, in the imperial court, this was not considered a great skill.

An Lushan was fluent in six languages.

Shi Siming was also proficient in six languages.

Li Keyong at least mastered Turkic, Uighur, and Chinese, and his adopted son Li Cunxin was a foreign language genius—"he could speak the four barbarian languages and read the six foreign languages."

Li Renmei was proficient in seven languages: Han, Uighur, Sogdian, Arab, Turkic, Tibetan and Dangxiang.

To put it bluntly, the circle you hang out in determines whether you can get along well if your language level is not good enough.

The soldiers were dumbfounded. After a long while, someone finally said in a hoarse voice: "Your Majesty is a divine gift from heaven. We admire you." After all, foreign language experts like Li Cunxin, Li Renmei, and Ashina Laimei were always a small minority. Hearing about something is one thing, but seeing it with your own eyes is another.

The saint walked away, biting his cheek.

It feels really good to show off in front of the soldiers.

In the early morning, with the breeze blowing, the sage sat on his horse wearing a straw raincoat, watching the army of soldiers wearing green bamboo hats and green straw raincoats passing by. The silent camels lined up in a long line, with hot air coming out of their nostrils. The mules loaded with armor and arrows. The simple old cows pulling the carts. The morning light, bells, white mist, shouting, laughing, and clamoring... One by one, the men and horses gathered together and stepped onto the road to the two capitals in an orderly manner. With their families watching them off, they faced the refreshing morning breeze and headed east, east...

At this moment, the saint, who was about to face the biggest challenge of his time, was surprisingly calm.

When will he be able to lead the killers to set out in the rain...

At any time, his appearance can be the greatest boost to morale.

………We have come this far, there is no turning back.

No matter success or failure, I came, I saw, I recorded...

No matter success or failure, I have been here! I have seen! I have conquered!

The saint narrowed his eyes slightly, looking past the flowing army and horses in front of him, across the Guanzhong Plain, and across the invisible Tongguan...

Feeling melancholy and desolate, I ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of the ups and downs...

A real man should be like this.

The long spear alone guards the soul of the Tang Dynasty, what a magnificent and heroic Tiance Army!
Shandong people, the Yongliang people are here to conquer you again.

The saint turned around and took a last farewell look at the ancient and silent Chang'an City, then he rode his horse back to join the team and disappeared into the misty rain.

　Out of prison. Those who read this, don't forget that there is another chapter before that. After I argued with the reviewers, I was released. If the reviewers don't mess with me, I will not be a eunuch. In addition, how can you speak in favor of the reviewers? I think the scale is already very small. Thank you for the reviewers' tolerance. Come, shout with me, I wish the reviewers all the best, smooth work, and a happy family!

　　
　
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