Inheritance policy

Chapter 57 Dust

"Then how did Ping Xiguan get lost? Fang Qi was right, the formations he had set up were all right, and the soldiers guarding the city were also right. Could it be that the nearly thousand civilians in Cangnan County were the ones who were wrong?" He Yanleng Yan interrupted him.

The soldier was at a loss for words for a moment, then lowered his voice, and roared with resentment and reluctance: "The general has not closed his eyes for three days and three nights! When the city is broken, let me hurry to Beijing to report the news, and take it with me after speaking." Three thousand soldiers and horses have gone to the northwest! Besides, victory or defeat is a matter of routine for military strategists!"

He Yan sneered, and his voice suddenly became cold: "The city will stand, and the city will fall!"

Xing Zhao stood outside the window lattice with his head bowed and hands tied, listening quietly, only a silhouette appeared on the window lattice of the main hall, that was He Yan's figure.That soldier can only either kneel or lie down.The rank of sergeant sent to Dingjing to deliver the letter will not be too low, and there is no need to kneel when seeing Marquis of Lin'an.Otherwise, the soldiers were wounded and couldn't stand at all.
The little maids dressed in green and blue surrounded the door curtain in twos and threes, squinting their eyes and peeking in from the slit in the curtain, one by one, covering their mouths but not daring to speak loudly, and reluctant to say anything. Disperse.

"I can't even forget the rules at night!" Lian Rong stepped forward and raised her voice, "Do what you should do! You don't need to be on duty at night anymore!"

The little maids shrank their heads tightly, and scattered out like birds and beasts. They heard movement outside, and the sound stopped abruptly. After a while, Manager Bai lifted up the curtain and came out. , put on a white cloak, but the shoes were still the clogs worn inside the house, she couldn't help being stunned: "It's so late, why is Fourth Miss here?"

Xing Zhao tightened the white sable velvet cloak wrapped around the lapel, probed into the yard again, and coughed twice: "It's cold in the early spring and late at night, can Ah Wu go in and talk?"

Manager Bai was dumbfounded for a moment, but he didn't dare to really leave the fourth girl in the courtyard. If he really caught cold, the old lady would not ask him to settle the matter, and the old lady would not be able to ask for it.But the discussion inside is a matter of life and death in the court.
Taking advantage of Mr. Bai's hesitation, Xing Zhao raised his cloak, walked around Mr. Bai with small steps, opened the curtain with a "swipe" with one hand, and quickly turned around the large screen of glazed eight-color double-tiled lotus used as a partition, As soon as he entered the inner hall, the soldier was slumped on the ground in disgrace, and blood stains could already be seen on the bare green brick floor.

"Why are you here?" He Yan thought that the person who came was Mrs. Tai, but she didn't want the youngest daughter to come first, and her voice became colder as she frowned.But remembering how leniently he treated his little daughter in the past, his tone became a little softer, and he raised his voice to call Mr. Bai: "...bring Miss Four to Madam, just to accompany Madam."

Xing Zhao first bowed his knees to He Yan and saluted, then squatted down, took out a handkerchief from his skirt, and lightly wiped the soldier's bloody chest, and took a closer look, only to find that there was a deep scar on his chest. Bone wounds are visible.Xing Zhao didn't study the wound, but he also knew that the wound was deep and narrow, and must have been pierced by an arrow. Later, the soldier made up his mind and pulled out the arrow by himself.
The soldier's wound was slapped with a hand, and the nine-foot man let out a short "呵" with obvious depression, which made Xing Zhao's eyes turn red, but the childish voice of the little lady was so peaceful that it made people feel at ease: "I am Fang The general's niece. 'Fang Jiajun, Haoerlang', Ding capital did not praise you wrong."

As soon as Xing Zhao's words came out, the nose of such an iron-blooded man felt sour, and he couldn't hold it any longer.The road was bumpy, and it was difficult to guard against the Tazi's hidden arrows. They were ambushed and had to walk among the remnants of the cliff.No matter how painful the wound was, I dare not stop, because there are brothers in the northwest who are bleeding and desperately fighting for their lives, as well as the general who mixed in the barracks with the lowest level soldiers who drank alcohol and ate meat!
The old flesh of the wound is rotting away, and new flesh is growing, but nothing is more painful than this moment.The nine-foot man wiped his face, struggled to get up, and was about to kneel down, choked up and said: "The fifty thousand soldiers in the northwest are sorry for the people of Cangnan County, we are incompetent"

Xing Zhao's tears fell down, and he pulled him straight, not allowing him to move any more.

He Yan looked stern, looking down at his youngest daughter, and when he heard "General Fang's niece", his eyebrows frowned even tighter.

Boss Bai came in around the screen with his sleeves brushed off, feeling straight in his heart that it was unlucky, the fourth girl would not be in the front row, but some people would.

Sure enough, hearing He Yan's calm voice, he held his temper and ordered again: "Take the fourth girl to the madam, how can there be a little lady who walks around at night!"

Xingzhao asked Lianyu to support the soldier, got up, and saluted He Yanfu again, lowered his head, and put his eyes on the bat button on the lapel, and said softly: "This lord is hurt so badly." Very serious, father, should I ask the doctor to come and take a look? Hurry up and take care of the wound, and I can hold up the strength to go to the face of the saint with you."

One word, two meanings.

He Yan sensed the smell, and stopped Manager Bai's move to go forward with one hand, and looked at his little daughter with a bit of mischief.He is not in a hurry about the affairs of the Fang family, he and Fang Qi have never seen eye to eye, Fang Qi thinks his face and heart are bitter, he thinks Fang Qi is vulgar and naughty.The 5 Tatars who attacked this time presumably were all the young and middle-aged Tatars. There were not many people in Dazhou, and there were the largest number of people. They were confident in fighting with a large number of enemies, so they procrastinated. Fang Qi is a matter of life and death, and it doesn't really have much impact on other things.

It's just that Fang Qi is suffering, and if Pingxi Pass is not defended, the Fang family's fame for several generations will be lost in his hands!

However, Ying Yi Yi Jiao Yi Chen's face appeared in his mind for no reason, and Fang's stupidity, cowardice and dullness came to mind.

"The injury must be healed. Stay in the mansion and heal slowly. The imperial city has long been locked, and I have never had a courtier knock on the palace gate in the middle of the night. Since there is a letter from General Fang, tomorrow morning, I will be alone. You can speak clearly even if you go to face the saint alone." He Yan said in a deep voice, seeing her daughter with red eyes, red face, but bright eyes, she ordered for the third time: "Hurry up and take the fourth girl away! "

Manager Bai responded tremblingly, and was about to come to invite Xing Zhao.

Treat it slowly, and face the Holy Spirit alone tomorrow morning!
In matters of the battlefield, every second counts against the clock, and every grain of sand that is missed is a life lost!Facing the saint alone, He Yan can say what he wants to say?

Xing Zhao understood what He Yan meant, held back his anger, even more sad, straightened his back, and looked up at He Yan.Others said that she was not like the big lady with the blessing on her face, but she was very much like her gracious father.Even He Yan Suri often said that the son is like an uncle and the daughter is like a father, and he treats her a little more leniently than other children.

Obviously they are deeply involved relatives, why do they have to go to a tit-for-tat situation!
"The opportunity to fight must not be delayed. 'One effort, then decline, and three exhaustion', this is the article written by my father's elder brother. If a soldier is wounded, he can break the curfew of Ding capital and knock all the way to the door of He's mansion. Your Majesty You are the king of Meiji, you are the minister of the humerus, and the most loyal ministers are the most wise. You knocked open the imperial city for the sake of state affairs, and the emperor can only praise you." Xing Zhao clenched his hands into a fist, his heart full It's anger and sadness, He Yan takes the soft but not the hard, but it's useless to plead with someone with a cold nature.

He Yan raised his eyes, but his eyes fell on the pot of short Shu pine placed on the high table.

Xing Zhao looked back at the soldier, Lianyu had already filled warm water, and brought a cup of strong wine from the small kitchen, cleaned the wound first, and then scalded it with strong wine.The soldier gritted his teeth desperately in pain, his eyes were bloodshot.

Uncle, mother, elder brother, Queen Fang, the faces of several people crossed and appeared in front of my eyes quickly, and finally froze in the dream on the face of my mother who fell to the ground in pain, livid.

Xingzhao took a step forward, with tears in his eyes, pulled He Yan's sleeves, and said sadly: "In the previous dynasty, Song Zhijian pointed at Renzong's nose and scolded in court. We don't dare to knock on the imperial gate, who else would dare? The soldiers broke the city at night and reported the news, and the whole city will know the details tomorrow, when the emperor asks, how should you answer?"

These words were a little heavy, and he directly attacked He Yan's army.

Why didn't he report to the emperor when he found out about such a serious military situation one night, but suppressed it?To deceive the king, to hide it, or to have other plans?
What is He Yan afraid of? What he is afraid of is losing his sacred heart and being jealous!
"The moment the reinforcements are late, the general will be in greater danger. I can still hold on, and I will go with Lord Hou!" The soldier stood up precariously, clutching his wound.

Director Bai looked left and right, and finally heaved a sigh, and stepped forward to support the soldier.

He Yan's heart turned a thousand times, Fang Qi took 3000 people to the northwest, what is the northwest?It is the old lair of the Tatars. The Tatars even broke the Pingxi Pass, so how can they be afraid of others coming to their door?If Fang Qi was killed in battle, his merits and demerits would be equalized.But when Pingxiguan was broken, someone had to take the blame.The only one who was angered by the emperor was Queen Fang. When Queen Fang fell, the Fang family really fell.
Xingzhao said loudly: "Uncle is the God of War in the Northwest! Everything is going against us! Who can say categorically that Uncle has no chance of turning the tables?"

When He Yan heard these words, he immediately remembered that when he was young, he and Fang Qi went to pay homage to Master He who lived in seclusion on Lishan Mountain. without saying
"Since you can still hold on, then go into the palace!" He Yan flicked his sleeves, put his hands behind his back, got up and walked out without taking another look into the room.

Xing Zhao pursed his lips and smiled softly, turned around, and told the soldier in a low voice: "When you see the emperor, don't just praise uncle blindly, you must firmly remember that the whole world is not the king's land, and the shore of the land is not the king's land." Minister. You are the emperor's soldier, and you are paid by the emperor. Don't mention Fang's army, and don't praise uncle too much."

The soldier was taken aback for a moment, then nodded heavily, leaned on Mr. Bai, and followed with difficulty.

After a few people drifted away and could no longer see their figures, Xing Zhao's body softened, and he collapsed on the twig.

After the rain for the past few days, I can clearly see that in the square sky, there are stars and clouds, but there is no peace.

(End of this chapter)