Chapter 233 Su Dingfang

Su Lie held his sword in his left hand and stood on tiptoe to watch the acrobatics on the other side of the street.

Of course, not all positions can take a holiday on the tenth day of the first lunar month, after all, public security still needs to be maintained.

But for Su Lie, or Su Dingfang, it doesn't matter much.

Last year, he was still the commander of the Kuangdao Prefecture. Four months ago, he was awarded the title of the General of the Left Wuhou, and two months ago, he was changed to the General of the Left Guard.

At that time, Su Dingfang was happy for a while. He had not been in the battlefield for a long time. He was excited to lead 200 cavalry to the battlefield and achieved remarkable results. He could feel that his cooled blood was warmed up again, and his chest was beating more vigorously.

After defeating the enemy in Yinshan, he sang the battle song on the way to escort the prisoners back to Chang'an.

His voice was loud and full of pleasure. Su Dingfang knew better than anyone how good the current emperor was. Such a fierce general and emperor would never be satisfied with a Jie Li.

But after returning to Beijing, Su Dingfang found that he thought too much.

He was promoted, but he was still guarding this Kuangdao Mansion, this Hansi Back Garden, this sparsely populated corner of the bustling Chang'an City.

Not many people were willing to come here during the busy days of the New Year, and Su Dingfang had to tiptoe to see the wrestling on the street next door.

Two extremely tall warriors, wearing only shorts, stood in a circle drawn with white powder and wrestled each other with their shoulders, roaring like thunder, muscles bulging, and the cheers of the onlookers were endless.

Su Dingfang was bored and found a low wall to climb up, carefully put his sword aside, and then swung his feet to watch the wrestling change between two groups.

"Su Lie?"

Su Dingfang heard someone calling him, he stopped swinging his feet, stretched his head and looked down, oh, what a gentle general!

A familiar face, and someone from the palace, if it were usual, he would have to greet him politely.

But now Su Dingfang didn't care at all. Whether he was polite or not, whether he was punished or not, he couldn't escape the days of counting birds in Kuangdao Mansion. Why did he make such a fuss?

So after shouting hello to Jiaodou in the distance, Su Dingfang said lazily:

"It's me, what's the matter?"

Li Junxian frowned and looked at this former defeated general:

"Your Majesty wants to see you."

Su Dingfang suddenly became energetic, jumped down quickly, and patted the dust on his buttocks twice: "Lead the way."

Li Junxian had followed Li Shimin to defeat Liu Heita, and Su Dingfang happened to serve under Liu Heita at that time.

So although the two knew each other, there was nothing to say.

Until they came to Ganlu Palace and waited, Su Dingfang finally couldn't help asking:

"Why did Your Majesty call me?"

Li Junxian glanced at him lightly and said nothing.

Su Dingfang had asked for trouble. Just as he was about to say something, the door of Ganlu Hall opened and a monk in plain clothes came out with a worried look on his face.

"Master Xuanzang?" Li Junxian called out.

After the two of them greeted each other, Su Dingfang heard Xuanzang thank Li Junxian for his help.

Su Dingfang pouted in boredom and stepped in at Li Junxian's signal.

His eyes darkened and he squinted to see that the furnishings in the hall were simple.

There were several chairs facing the wall with unknown meanings, a large and exaggerated thing that looked like a map, and Li Shimin in casual clothes standing in front of the map.

After Su Dingfang bowed to greet him, Li Shimin did not look back and asked in a low voice:

"Today I heard that I beheaded your adoptive father, so you are unwilling to serve the court?"

This was from the information collected by Li Junxian. Dou Jiande's general Gao Yaxian adopted Su Lie as his adopted son.

After Dou Jiande was defeated by him, the father and son surrendered to Liu Heita together. As a result, Liu Heita was also defeated by him in the Battle of Mingshui, and Gao Yaxian was also killed in the battle.

Later, Su Lie returned to the countryside, but because his family lived near Chang'an, he was an unstable factor after all, so he was eventually recruited and thrown into Chang'an to sweep the streets.

Su Dingfang did not have any extra expression on his face, but just said lightly:

"It's not that I don't want to, but I can't."

Li Shimin nodded, not surprised, so he asked again:

"If I ask you to fight the Turks and connect with the Western Regions, how about it?"

Su Lie felt the blood in his body getting hot again:

"I really want it, but I dare not ask!"

Li Shimin smiled, and then ordered:

"Come forward, I will tell you about this map of the earth's territory!"

...

In the back garden of the Bianliang Palace, Zhao Kuangyin was in a state of confusion.

The light curtain on the stone table for just one hour seemed to him like a hundred years.

The light curtain seemed to be a fairy secret, and it spoke of the fate of the Song Dynasty: the division of the two Song Dynasties, the emperor riding a donkey cart, and three consecutive incompetent emperors.

And the part of "Sacrificial Essay to My Nephew" called it a national treasure, and said that this copybook witnessed the demise of the Song Dynasty.

His legs were numb from sitting, but Zhao Kuangyin couldn't figure out why.

But at the end, the light curtain seemed to have the words "see you again in three months". Could it be today in three months? Otherwise, let's take a look again?

And... is our Song Dynasty... really so unbearable?

The more he thought about the many words that made him depressed, the more annoyed he became. Finally, he pulled out the slingshot from his waist and shot birds to relax!

But then Zhao Kuangyin remembered another depressing thing before the light curtain appeared, and decided not to endure it anymore:

"Here we are! Go to the house of the censor Zhang Ai and blame him for ringing the Jingyang Bell and falsely reporting urgent military information, and punish him for deceiving the emperor."

"Fine him gold and silk to set an example!"

Seeing the eunuchs take the order and leave, Zhao Kuangyin felt relieved.

It's not like he's a tyrant, so what's wrong with shooting birds?

…

In the Chengdu government office, everyone looked at the gold foil greeting card, and for a moment they felt the aura of a wealthy dog ​​owner coming towards them.

If we only talk about weight, this gold foil greeting card is not as heavy as a piece of horseshoe gold.

But its craftsmanship is beyond their reach now, especially the inlay of gold and silver. If they want to make the same one, they may have to go to Jiangdong to find a goldsmith.

Liu Ba's idea is the most practical:

"If I can borrow money from the Tang Emperor..."

Zhang Fei shook his head:

"Borrowing money is not as practical as borrowing soldiers. If I divide a group of Tang warriors who died in vain during the Anshi Rebellion, I can guarantee to capture Cao Cao alive."

Liu Bei also couldn't help but shook his head and said:

"If so, I'm afraid the change from Han to Tang will be advanced by 400 years."

Everyone laughed.

Kong Ming stretched his waist, then turned his head to look at Xu Shu:

"When will Yuan Zhi leave?"

Liu Bei's smile froze.

Xu Shu was straightforward, nodded and said:

"If I guess correctly, Cao Cao's army may leave at any time, so the sooner I leave, the better."

Liu Bei's face was full of reluctance.

But Xu Shu was different from the last time they parted. Now he was in such a hurry and so selfless, all for the Han cause they had fought for together. Therefore, Liu Bei was in a very complicated mood for a while.

Xu Shu looked carefree:

"I have been trapped for three years. Except for not meeting Shi Yuan, I have no regrets on this trip. What else do I want?"

"I haven't been on the battlefield for a long time. I am afraid that I will be unfamiliar with it. I should leave early to assist General Yunchang so as not to be a burden."

Liu Bei was also quite resolute. Although he was reluctant, he still nodded and agreed.

However, although he was in a hurry to leave, there was still time for a farewell party.

Immediately, the group moved from the main hall to the side hall, and a ceramic hot pot was set up in the room, which made Xu Shu marvel.

During the banquet, the wine was very lively. He picked up four or five chopsticks of food and drank three or two cups of wine. Xu Shu looked up and was actually overwhelmed with mixed feelings for a while.

Liu Bei happened to look back and was surprised:

"Why is Yuanzhi crying?"

Wipe his red eyes slightly, Xu Shu laughed again:

"It's only April now. I crossed Jiangdong from Cao Ying to Jiangling and entered Yizhou."

"I saw the suffering of the people in the settlements, heard about the prosperity of Jiangzuo, sighed at the engineering and learning in Jiangling, and was surprised by the new scenery of Chengdu."

"Know the mystery of the world as a ball, know the rise and fall of a thousand years, and see how the emperors of later generations have wasted their time."

"What I have seen in a hundred days is better than the past forty years. Now I feel like I am in a dream. How can I not be excited and cry?"

Zhang Fei shouted:

"That's Xu Junshi. You haven't seen the strong army of later generations with your own eyes. The warriors of the Tang Dynasty are much inferior to them."

"If I can train them, I don't say a lot, as long as I can have 500 soldiers like those in later generations..."

Xu Shu listened carefully, and occasionally asked Kong Ming for his opinion in a low voice, and they confirmed each other.

Then Mi Zhu's business layout, Liu Ba's official market reform, Zhang Song's leading effort to re-enact the law, and Fa Zheng's in-depth discussion of the chaos in the northwest, all of which Xu Shu felt very helpful.

As for Zhao Yun, who didn't speak, Xu Shu was used to it.

But he still remembered the various cavalry he saw this time, the iron cavalry of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, the heavy cavalry of the Arabs, and the Yeluohe, which seemed to be a Hu people.

Xu Shu knew that as long as he got the Liangzhou horses from Yongliang, Zhao Yun's ability would burst out, and even Yunchang would be impressed.

And all these thoughts, concerns, and ideas need to be planned step by step.

The most urgent thing at the moment is that there must be no losses in the Jingxiang battlefield.

There are still too few people under the lord's command, Xu Shu sighed in his heart.

The loss of Le Jin's 6,000 soldiers and horses is like a drop of water into a lake for Cao thieves who hold Hebei, and it can't cause any ripples.

Therefore, Xu Shu's thoughts about Jingxiang are very clear. First, ensure that he will not be defeated, and then try to reduce the losses as much as possible.

In the case of a huge disparity in the number of households, even if one soldier died and two enemies were killed, it was unacceptable to Xu Shu.

But these... shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, Xu Shu smiled and raised his wine glass to face Liu Bei from a distance, and then drank it.

Now we just need to celebrate the reunion after four years!

Everyone in Chengdu drank happily, and Pang Tong in Hanzhong was also very happy.

This Jiang Wei deserves to be called "a person who shines like elixir after thousands of years" by later generations.

He is extremely diligent in classics, and he can understand the art of battle at a glance.

Especially when I heard him call me "Master", I felt so happy.

The only awkward thing is that Jiang Wei's personality is too similar to Kong Ming.

He has a brave temper and a stubborn personality, and he can't change his mind about the truth.

No wonder he still wants to make the Han Dynasty "restore light" even in such a desperate situation.

At the same time, he was a little worried:

Although he had told Yide and Xiaozhi not to reveal it for the time being, Hanzhong and Chengdu were so close after all...

And he was a little justified:

After all, Jiang Wei was not included in Kong Ming's "The Memorial to the Emperor on Leaving the Capital", so it was only natural for him to be accepted as a disciple by Fengchu, wasn't it?

Therefore, Pang Tong's mentality now was to delay it for a day.

It would be a good thing to hear little Jiang Wei call him "Master" more often, right?