Chapter 169 The Grandfather and Grandson of the Legalists

Fufeng County, official road.

Yongliang and Liangzhou were originally sparsely populated. Since Beigong Boyu and Li Wenhou and others set off a massive rebellion in the northwest, the official roads in the northwest have not been seen within ten miles, and it is rare to see a few people within a hundred miles. figure.

On the official road, a carriage came slowly amidst the smoke and dust, surrounded by dozens of people, some on horseback, some following on foot, those on horseback were dressed in gorgeous clothes, while those on foot were in rough clothes, it was obvious that the master and servant points.

Although the person walking on the tall horse directly in front was wearing a long robe, his eyes were fierce, his palms holding the reins were thick and his joints were protruding, and the bulge in the long robe seemed to be the guards invited by this wealthy family.

It's not a peaceful year, especially when the Qiang rebellion broke out just now, ordinary people dare not go out at all, and only such rich and powerful families dare to come out relying on their guards, but these guards are just pretending, the real mystery is in the carriage. among.

Suddenly, smoke and dust billowed in front of them, people roared and horses neighed, and the noise was loud.

More than a dozen guards were waiting in line, looking back at the yellow-faced man riding a tall horse, who seemed to be the leader of the guards.

The yellow-faced man with a fierce expression frowned, and ordered: "Keep the carriage and don't move rashly!"

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked to the side of the carriage, stretched out his hand and gently opened the curtain, revealing the figure in the carriage. There were only two people in the carriage, one big and one small, the older one was sitting in the carriage, his face was calm, his hair was slightly gray, he was obviously a well-educated scholar, and the child beside him was only eight or nine years old, dressed very decently, with a neck There is also a silver ring hanging on the chest, and two big black eyes are rolling around, looking clever.

The yellow-faced man respectfully said: "Master, there is a lot of smoke and dust ahead, I'm afraid some short-sighted Hu Qi will come to make trouble, please show me."

The old man nodded slightly: "Well, wait for you to guard the carriage and negotiate with this group of barbarians."

When the great Confucian spoke, he was full of arrogance. Although he was over half a hundred years old, his waist was straight, and the meaning in his words seemed to say that he didn't pay attention to thousands of troops, and he didn't know his identity.

The little boy at the side tugged at his sleeve.

"Grandfather, these barbarians, are you willing to listen to what Grandfather says?"

"Zheng'er, don't worry, Beigong Boyu rebelled and made troubles, and even in the name of Bian Zhang and Han Sui, these barbarians dare not do anything to us."

While speaking, he sighed, and said leisurely: "Unfortunately, Fa Mou reads the classics of Confucius and Mencius all day long, and sits and watches the thieves bring disaster to the Northwest."

The yellow-faced man looked ahead and waved his hands: "Get ready!"

As soon as this remark came out, the surrounding guards had already rushed to the bottom of the carriage, took out a crossbow with a handle, leaned against the side of the carriage, half-kneeled on the ground, raised the crossbow in their hands, and the added crossbow shot out. A cold light.

"Oh hoo!"

From afar, hundreds of Hu Qi flaunting their might galloped forward, and hundreds of war horses came one after another. Hu Qi on horseback hung a riding bow on his back, brandished a saber in his hand, and charged with smoke and dust.

Hu Qizhong's centurion rushed out, looked at the guards leaning on the side of the carriage, and couldn't help but sneered.

"Old man, where do you want to go!" Centurion Hu Qi greeted him with a knife, raised his chin high, and looked proud.

"The old man's way of helping the wind is true."

Centurion Hu Qi was taken aback for a moment. Han and Qiang people live in the Northwest mixedly, the Han people can speak Qiang language, and the Qiang people can more or less speak Chinese.

"You, are you Mr. Pharaoh?"

Centurion Hu Qi, who was extremely arrogant before, did not dare to be presumptuous now. Both General Beigong and General Li said that when meeting celebrities from Yongliang and Liangzhou, they must be courteous.

Fazhen didn't change his face, and cupped his hands and said: "Fa and his family want to find my son, please let me give you a way."

Centurion Hu Qi was about to nod his head, but then he thought again: General Beigong respects Bian Han and his colleagues so much, if I invite Fazhen to come over, maybe the general will be in a good mood and give me a commander-in-chief.

"Mr. Pharaoh, General Beigong has admired Mr. Pharaoh for a long time. If I can see you, I will be very happy."

Fazhen frowned, and said emphatically, "Fa is going to find relatives, I'm afraid there is no time to delay."

The centurion chuckled, revealing two rows of yellow teeth under his bushy beard.

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Whoosh!

There was a strong sound, and the smile on the centurion's face suddenly froze, because the arrow pierced his throat.

"Ho Ho."

The centurion let out a hoo hoo sound, fell off his horse and fell to the ground, hundreds of horsemen panicked.

"Kill!" The sound of killing suddenly sounded from the east, one after another, and Fazhen looked around, only to see hundreds of cavalry charging forward, but under the leather armor were red clothes, and the faces of these knights were all Chinese. house boy.

Hundreds of Han cavalry came rushing in, rushing into the formation of Hu cavalry, and the first one was even more unstoppable, with a long spear in his hand, he slashed left and right, as if a storm had been twisted into the formation of Hu cavalry, blood flowed profusely.

Hundreds of Hu cavalry killed the centurion, and were inexplicably killed by Han cavalry. There were even two cavalry generals in the Han army formation.

The leading Han general shouted: "Zi Fu! You lead two hundred cavalry to follow and pursue, and retreat after ten miles."

Holding a knife in his hand, the Han general who was killing happily agreed, and waved his hand, and two hundred riders followed behind, biting Hu Qi's tail tightly, and chased him out in one breath.

And this majestic Han general stepped forward on his horse, cupped his hands to Fazhen and said, "Is the old man all right?"

Fazhen nodded, with a smile on his face: "Thank you, little general, otherwise this group of Qiang people would have taken me away. I don't know the surname of little general Gao?"

"A certain is the Sima in the left-handed cavalry army, Liu Ye."

Fazhen was slightly surprised: "Could it be that he broke the yellow scarf and captured Zhang Liang's Marquis Liu face to face?"

Liu Ye's face was neither humble nor overbearing: "The old man is an award, a certain man is a soldier, and it is his job to break the thief."

Fazhen laughed and nodded: "Sanfu has Huangfu's chariots and Liu Hou is here, so there is nothing to worry about in the northwest!"

"From now on to the east, there will be garrisons with left-handed chariots. Mr. Fa can rest assured that there is something important to do."

After finishing speaking, Liu Ye let out a long roar, galloped away, followed by more than two hundred riders, and headed northwest like a cloud.

Fazhen sat back in the carriage and ordered: "Duan Yan, go back home."

Duan Yan looked puzzled, but the boy next to Fazhen couldn't help asking.

"Grandfather, aren't we going to Luoyang to find Dad? Why don't we go?"

Fazhen happily patted his grandson's head: "Zheng'er, let's go to your father because we are worried about the Northwest War. With such a good general around, why bother?"

Fazheng held his head high, with a puzzled look on his face, he just said: "Grandfather, that general is so brave, Zheng'er likes him very much."