Nine Hundred and Twenty-Six: Rabbit and Sheep Poison Policy (1)

When Mr. Yuan Jing received his wife's letter and learned that his son-in-law had been abducted by Huang Song, his heart skipped a beat.

Tang Yao, who was at the side, saw the teacher's uneasy expression, and thought that something happened to Langya's family.

He asked with concern, Mr. Yuan Jing waved his hand and said he was fine, but he couldn't hide his worried expression.

Another month later, Wei Ci, who was far away in Shangjing, also received the news that Nie Xun had returned to Huang Song's account.

At the same time, he also received a private letter from his teacher Yuan Jing.

Wei Ci read the ten lines at a glance, then turned the letter over, and wrote a person's birth date on the back.

The birth date is Nie Xun's.

He seriously used this person's horoscope to make a hexagram.

Wei Ci copied the hexagrams and content he had calculated, and sent someone to send them to Yuan Jing.

Yuan Jing received the secret letter and quickly opened it for a closer look.

After a while, he could only let out a long sigh.

"Injustice!"

As we all know, Nie Xun left Zhongzhao Nie's family and went to Langya to study in order to find his own roots.

Nie Xun was abducted and trafficked when he was a baby, and after passing through the hands of several traffickers, he ended up in Zhongzhao by coincidence.

He didn't know where he came from, who his biological parents were.

He didn't know whether he was abandoned or forced to separate from his biological parents.

Following the clues of several family traffickers who kidnapped and sold him back then, Nie Xun ran all the way, but the last clue was cut off at the border of Dongqing.

He heard that Mr. Yuan Jing was extremely accurate in divination, so he went to Langya County with the mentality of giving it a try.

Mr. Yuan Jing made a divination for him, and the divination showed that Nie Xun would meet his blood relatives in a few years.

It seems to be a good hexagram, but it is actually a bad hexagram.

The hexagram shows that Nie Xun and his relatives will have a murder.

Either Nie Xun will die, or his relatives will die in Nie Xun's hands.

Mr. Yuan Jing asked Wei Ci to do fortune-telling, in order to find out who the relative who died in Nie Xun's hands was.

Wei Ci carefully calculated several times, and the conclusions he reached were all consistent.

The hexagram is displayed as "Qian", which means that the relatives who kill Nie Xun or are killed by Nie Xun in the future will be Nie Xun's biological father.

If Nie Xun could be a celebrity with peace of mind, the possibility of him confronting his biological father would be extremely low, and he could even avoid the notoriety of killing his own father.

Now he is encouraged by Huang Song to become an official, and he will inevitably follow Huang Song in the north and south in the future.

God knows when he will kill his own biological father with his own hands.

It would be fine if this news was kept secret for a lifetime, if the news were accidentally leaked, Nie Xun's reputation would be ruined.

Therefore, Mr. Yuan Jing said sadly.

In June of the second year of Chengzong.

Jiang Pengji is nineteen years old.

"Sister! Sister, wait for my little brother!"

Liu Zhao was riding the big bay red horse, clutching the reins in a panic while trying to catch up with Jiang Pengji in front.

Facts have proved that he really has no talent for riding horses. After two years of riding lessons, he has always maintained a level of confidence.

At this moment, the big bay red horse that stepped down stepped on the air, and the horse fell forward.

Liu Zhao was so heartbroken by the sudden incident that he didn't have time to make Ziwei movements, so he had to close his eyes, hoping that he wouldn't be crippled.

"ah--"

The expected severe pain didn't come, but instead, his waist tightened, his falling movement stopped abruptly, and he was forcibly carried onto the horse.

"Sister--"

Liu Zhao opened his eyes, and sat leaning on the horse's back, looking undecided.

Jiang Pengji looked serious, and got off her horse, and Liu Zhao, who had escaped after the disaster, also tremblingly climbed off her horse.

"This horse—"

"It is probably useless, the horseshoe has been completely broken."

Jiang Pengji squatted down, the big burgundy horse opened its big wet eyes, and its body twitched due to the severe pain.

Liu Zhao stepped forward to take a closer look, and found that the front hooves of the red horse were really bent at a distorted angle, and hematuria quickly swelled up.

"Who the hell dug such a hole here!"

Liu Zhao was so distressed that he wanted to cry. This big bay red horse was the war horse he had been chasing Jiang Pengji for a long time. For this reason, he also agreed to many unequal treaties. He had to study hard for more than two months before he could barely reach the other party. standard line.

The good horse that was acquired after a lot of hard work was ruined by potholes in the ground after only a few days of running.

Jiang Pengji looked serious, and she asked the guards to come over and send the bay red horse back to the stable to see if it could be cured.

"This is not a hole dug by man."

Liu Zhao's expression became even more depressed. It wasn't man-made, it was formed naturally. His horse was unlucky enough to step on the horse's foot?

"Have you heard of the three caves of the cunning rabbit?" Jiang Pengji asked Liu Zhao.

"Sister, although my younger brother is a bit ignorant, it's not that he doesn't even know about the three caves of the cunning rabbit." Liu Zhao shook the jade tassel hanging from his waist, "Wait-- what does Sister mean, this The hole is not man-made, it was made by a hare?"

"Should be, tell people not to race horses around, and check how many rabbit holes there are."

Liu Zhaodao, "Today, my little brother wants to eat the whole rabbit feast, and eat up these animals that dig holes indiscriminately."

Thinking of his beloved horse, his heart bleeds.

The corners of Jiang Pengji's lips curled into a slight smile, and she said, "Okay, I'll deduct Zixiao's salary and prepare a whole rabbit feast for you."

Liu Zhao was puzzled, his desire to eat the whole rabbit feast was necessarily related to the deduction of Wei Ci's salary?

It is now June, the pasture is abundant, and the hares are everywhere.

After searching carefully, even such useless archery as Liu Zhao accidentally hit one of them.

Two hundred guards went to catch them together, but within half an hour they caught more than fifty hares.

Liu Zhao muttered, and said, "Even if my little brother eats his stomach openly, he won't be able to eat so much..."

Jiang Pengji asked someone to roast the hares, and she and Liu Zhao kept five, and divided the rest.

"There are so many hares in the frontier grasslands of Chongzhou, there should be more in the northern border."

Jiang Pengji chewed on the rabbit's leg, looked in the direction of Beijiang, smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"Sure, the rich pastures are all over the northern border, which is more attractive to these little bastards."

Liu Zhao was still dressed like a noble son, and he had to take out the exquisite silverware he carried with him to eat rabbit meat, and the plates he used were still transparent jadeware. Liu She reprimanded him for being extravagant more than once, but fortunately he has a sister who protects him, and his childhood is very nourishing.

"Is it--"

Jiang Pengji smiled meaningfully.

Liu Zhao trembled, cut a few slices of rabbit meat with a knife, spread the seasoning evenly, skewered it and grilled it to produce oil, and the fragrance was pervasive.

"Sister, honor your old rabbit meat."

"It didn't hurt you in vain."

After eating the roasted rabbit, Jiang Pengji and the others returned to the barracks.

After three or four years of development, northern Xinjiang has gradually recovered from the blow of horse plague, and major horse farms have also begun to produce war horses.

In less than three years, they will have the capital to send troops to the Central Plains.

Jiang Pengji wanted to take advantage of the good opportunity that Beijiang hadn't caught her breath, and push them down on the grassland to rub against them.

Dongqing has been torn apart, and all the princes support themselves. It is not that the northern border does not have the strength to dominate the Central Plains.

However, as long as Jiang Pengji is around, they can only dream.

Jiang Pengji strode into the main tent, and said to the people around her, "Quickly call the two military advisers over, and say that we have something important to discuss."