Two Hundred and Eighty-Five: Heart-to-Heart 1

Mr. Yuan Jing looked at the swimming koi in the pond in the courtyard with a gentle and authentic expression.

"Just come back."

Han Yu was fine, but he was a little tired.

"The disciple is unfilial, and the master is implicated in it, and almost misses his fame for a lifetime."

Seeing Han Yu kneeling on the ground, Mr. Yuan Jing sneered and said, "Get up, I have never seen you so obedient before."

Han Yu felt uneasy, he was not sure what his master would use to exchange Beijiang for his safety.

It would be bad if this matter was widely exaggerated, saying that Mr. Yuan Jing secretly communicated with Beijiang for the song.

"It's okay, the letter you wrote for the teacher won't become a handle to be restrained. Why are you so careful?"

After hearing this, Han Yu breathed a sigh of relief.

Mr. Yuan Jing waved to him and said, "Come to Teacher Wei, get closer."

Han Yu acted according to his words and moved closer. Mr. Yuan Jing raised his right hand and pinched the flesh or bone on his face, which made his face a little painful.

After a long time, Mr. Yuan Jing showed a complex expression of joy or worry, which made Han Yu very puzzled.

"Go down, it's all right, call Zixiao here."

Letting go, Mr. Yuan Jing turned to feed the koi in the pond without even looking at Han Yu.

Han Yu had never seen Mr. Yuan Jing like this before, and felt uneasy,

But he was obedient and told Wei Ci to come over.

"Sure enough, it's different."

Unexpectedly, Wei Ci said that to him as soon as they met each other.

"What's different?" Han Yu stared at him with horror.

"It's nothing..." Wei Ci lowered his eyes and raised his eyebrows, and said, "Since Master called me over, it's inconvenient for me to keep him waiting for a long time."

Leaving Han Yu with a foggy face behind, Wei Ci sighed softly in his heart, and the cloud in his heart gradually dissipated.

Han Yu wondered, "One or two...why are they so strange..."

"The world is so big, there are no surprises. The same person, in just a few days, his face has changed drastically, and he always feels that these decades have been in vain..." Wei Ci just approached, and Mr. Yuan Jing had already spotted him, and said with emotion, "Zi Xiao, do you think this catastrophe is a blessing or a curse?"

Wei Ci said, "For Dongqing, it's a misfortune rather than a blessing; for Wen Bin, it's a blessing rather than a disaster."

The accidental death of the eldest son of the Zhenbei Hou Mansion was completely beyond Wei Ci's expectations. He didn't need to think about it, and he knew how severe Dongqing's situation in the next few years would become after this fuse was lit. The pace of arrival was much earlier than remembered.

Fortune and misfortune depend on each other, Dongqing is unlucky, but Han Yu takes advantage of it.

Wei Ci left Dongqing early that year, but he kept in touch with his classmates by letter, and knew more or less what happened to them.

Han Yu was burdened with the fate of ransacking his family and exterminating his family.

In terms of appearance alone, his fortune is poor, there is peach blossom calamity in the inner courtyard, the couple's palace is in decline, and because of the woman's disaster, he is doomed to die in his prime.

In fact, this is true. Han Yu was suppressed in his middle age because of his wife's rebellion. After his deeds were revealed, he wrote a confession and committed suicide by swallowing gold.

Wei Ci's teacher was Yuan Jing, and he was also quite accomplished in face observation, so he could naturally see the changes in Han Yu's face.

Mr. Yuan Jing smiled and said, "Looking at it this way, Liu Xi is indeed the real man."

Wei Ci said softly but firmly, "She is."

After hearing this, Mr. Yuan Jing was relieved at first, and then showed a complex expression, "It is still a piece of uncarved jade. Although Liu Zhongqing's guidance has been followed, it has little effect in the end, and it is fierce and fierce. If there is no change, I am afraid that when the I can't be the Mingjun of all ages..."

Wei Ci is silent, can he say that His Majesty has restrained himself a lot?

She is not the Mingjun of all ages, and she can't even reach Mingjun's side.

The history books are mixed, some people praise her for being enlightened, some people slander her for being tyrannical.

The former is debatable, while the latter is notorious.

Mr. Yuan Jing tilted his head, as if he was thinking. For a man in his 40s or 50s, this action might seem malicious and flirtatious, but it complements this man with an unusually young and energetic mentality.

Wei Ci said softly, "That's rough jade, not hard stone. No matter how you carve hard stone, its essence is still hard stone, but rough jade is different."

He didn't know what had changed, but he could see the change in Jiang Pengji.

After hearing this, Mr. Yuan Jing smiled kindly, raised his hand and tapped Wei Ci on the head.

"I don't agree."

Wei Ci bowed his head, his face blushed.

The fact that Han Yu was out of danger naturally spread quietly throughout Shangjing, and everyone who paid close attention to this matter received the news.

"I don't know what Mr. Yuan Jing wrote, but Bei Jiang was easily subdued..."

Feng Jin, a wounded man, lived a comfortable life. Although he was a little depressed because he couldn't participate in the assessment, he quickly adjusted his mentality.

While others were still writing quickly, holding the slips of paper and reading them all night, he was sipping wine and fighting non-stop with Jiang Pengji on the chessboard.

Jiang Pengji curled her lips and said, "That group of people in Beijiang have muscles in their brains. If they can make such a reckless man bow his head, the content given by Mr. Yuan Jing must be on point. If you slap someone on the face, the other party will not The kind that dare to speak out."

Jiang Pengji almost didn't miss it in her judgment, even the matter of Mr. Yuan Jing.

Feng Jin became curious, and said, "Then guess what he wrote?"

"I guess? I guess there are three possibilities. First, the strategy of besieging the city and defeating the enemy hits the key point in the hinterland of northern Xinjiang, but no matter how clever the strategy is, it must be executed with this force. If Mr. Yuan Jing presents the strategy of defeating the enemy in northern Xinjiang , Deterrence is the main thing, and a word is conveyed silently-have you seen it, such a strategy can kill you, Dongqing may not be able to handle it, I can take refuge in a country that can kill you."

Feng Jin was amused by Jiang Pengji's vivid imitation, and almost choked.

Jiang Pengji muttered, "Secondly, maybe it's some secret of the Northern Xinjiang imperial court?"

Feng Jin managed to restrain her smile, and asked her, "What about the third one?"

He knew that Jiang Pengji was talking nonsense, but she had a serious expression on her face, which made her laugh.

"Thirdly, I read a piece of history at home before. The three tribes in northern Xinjiang are descendants of the Qiang and Wu tribes of the previous dynasty. , eating women to feed their hunger, and even raising young girls in captivity to reproduce for them. In just a few decades, the population has expanded from less than 200,000 to more than 3 million..."

Feng Jin listened carefully, he also knew this history, but it has nothing to do with the topic, right?

Jiang Pengji took a sip of tea, moistened her lips, and continued, "The Qiang Wu tribe has huge and very elite cavalry in rattan armor. The rattan armor is made in a special way by the Qiang Wu tribe. It is lighter than ordinary armor and difficult to use with weapons and spears. These rattan armored cavalry are very difficult to deal with, and they have become their sharp weapon in the north. In the end, they even wanted to use the power of the rattan armored cavalry to swing their troops in the Central Plains and dominate the Central Plains. Killing the Buddha, destroying the dead, no one can stop..."

Feng Jin thought about it in his mind, and said, "Jin has heard of rattan armored cavalry. In the end, 500,000 rattan armored cavalry died in the Qichuan Plain..."

Five hundred thousand is a bit exaggerated, but it is definitely not a small amount.

That was the history of the end of the troubled times of the Sixteen Kingdoms. Five hundred thousand cavalry in rattan armor swept across half of the Central Plains. In the end, Xu was set on fire by Huangfu Fengmin, the founding prime minister of the Great Xia Dynasty, and surrounded and burned the Qichuan Plain. No one survived.

Jiang Pengji smiled suddenly, "If I were Mr. Yuan Jing, I don't need to say anything else, just say one thing - do you remember that the fire in the Qichuan Plain destroyed the ambition of the ancestors to rule the Central Plains?"

After hearing this, Feng Jin was stunned for a while, and said, "Could it be that the three tribes in northern Xinjiang have rebuilt rattan armored cavalry?"

Thinking of the horror of rattan cavalry in the history books, Feng Jin felt like his scalp was going to explode.

Although northern Xinjiang is not a good place, it is rich in high-quality horses, and it is not difficult to form a surprise army.

Dongqing's terrain is so flat, if rattan armored cavalry were to break through the defense line in the northern border and let them enter the hinterland of Dongqing, it would be impossible to stop them.

Jiang Pengji shook her head, recalling the warriors from northern Xinjiang she had seen before, the armor on them was different, and she couldn't remember what was wrong at that time, she went back and looked through the books collected by Cheng Cheng, and saw the history of Qichuan Plain, Only then did I remember.

Jiang Pengji said, "The weakness of rattan armored cavalry is too obvious. The Qiang Wu tribe stumbled on it. How could the three tribes in northern Xinjiang be so stupid?"

In fact, according to Jiang Pengji's observation that night, the "vine armor" produced by the three tribes in northern Xinjiang seems not to be very afraid of fire.

"If Mr. Yuan Jing did this, it would at most be a warning to them—Xiao Mian, if you want to play with the old man's brains, you are still too immature."

Feng Jin: "Poof—"

Spraying tea, he really didn't mean to.

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