dhibooks Chapter 91 The Tyrant and the Imperial Teacher 16 That Jaw, Those Lips,...
Chapter 91 The Tyrant and the Imperial Teacher 16 That Jaw, Those Lips,...
Di Yan, who originally didn't like Huoqiying, a money-burning monster who only ate but never vomited, became full of expectations for cement after visiting Xingang.After watching the cement, his anticipation escalated into anxiety.
"My lord, this cement is really a good thing!"
"Imagine if those border towns that were destroyed before were all rebuilt, and they could build concrete walls one after another, invincible, invincible with swords...then the defense of the city will be much better than before, and we will no longer be afraid of those rampages of Da Zhou. Barbarian!"
As Di Yan followed Chu Yunsheng into the tent, he barely lowered his voice and said impassionedly.
"It's just the new steel and cement, as well as the firearms you want to develop, it's really swallowing money. The big families you raise are not enough..."
It is rare to see this subordinate who is usually calm and self-sustaining so excited, then worried and angry at the same time, Chu Yunsheng thought for a while, and picked up the hot tea he just brewed: "The old ones are not enough to eat, and the new ones will be better." yes."
Di Yan was taken aback: "But to the north of the capital..."
Chu Yun said: "Guangnan is rich and rich, and most of them are rich and unkind, and they are not big treacherous people."
Di Yan suddenly realized.
After deciding on this matter, Chu Yunsheng asked again: "Is Tian Lang going to send you away?"
Mentioning this General Tian Lang who often prepared meals for Chu Yunsheng in the barracks, a trace of coldness flashed in Di Yan's eyes, and he replied: "Don't worry, my lord, I have sent you away with my family according to your wishes. I will go there in person." , act quickly, those confidential letters and the remaining medicine will not be dealt with in the future."
"I've found someone to test it out, is it Da Zhou's medicine?" Chu Yun asked.
"Yes."
Chu Yunsheng thought about it and nodded slightly: "Keep it all, it will be useful in the future."
Di Yan agreed, as for what it would be useful in the future, he didn't know, nor could he figure it out.
Ever since his prince Dongchu returned from the border victory, he has become more and more obscure.This is not frightening or unnerving. On the contrary, it seems that it may be a better and better thing now.
In the third day of junior high school, another heavy snow fell in the middle of the night.
Amongst the deep courtyards, there was a young servant standing on the porch with a lamp waiting.
Not long after, the door of the study room in front creaked.
The boy's eyes lit up, and he hurriedly stepped forward to meet a young man wrapped in a pitch-black cloak: "Master."
Mu Qingjia nodded, without answering, and walked out first.
The young man hurriedly followed, supported him carefully, all the way out of the corner gate of the compound, and got into a carriage parked in the alley outside.
Seeing that the coachman was not in the carriage, the servant immediately frowned, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "The old Lai has gone somewhere! Master Zhao asked him to protect the young master and drive the carriage for the young master, why is it like this..."
Mu Qingjia paused when she got into the car, then suddenly turned her head.
The lantern hanging in front of the carriage illuminated Mu Qingjia's face, and the boy noticed that his young master's lips were pale, and his face was also frighteningly ugly.
He was taken aback, and immediately realized something, his face turned pale: "Master... are we leaving Zhao's house?"
Mu Qingjia didn't answer, and climbed into the car to signal the servant to drive back.
The servant didn't dare to delay, panicked and anxious, he rushed back to the small courtyard where Mu Qingjia lived alone in the heavy snow.
As soon as he returned to the courtyard, Mu Qingjia kept ordering the boy to pack up his luggage, and at the same time lit the brazier, while burning some letters, he said divinely: "I have to go. The Zhao family refused to help, They also didn’t agree to let me go to the death row to meet people.”
The little servant was sweating profusely from work, and said in confusion: "Young master, Bei Hanfeng wanted to force you to marry him after you returned to the palace and take away your position as the eldest son. You don't like him, why do you want to marry him now? Going to save him? That's a major crime of treason, killing the nine clans..."
Mu Qingjia's fingers stiffened when she threw the letter into the brazier.
Tongues of fire licked to fingertips.
Mu Qingjia frowned, and suddenly retracted her fingers into her sleeves, her hot fingertips happened to touch a piece of warm jade pendant.
His stiff fingers slowly returned to normal, and then he held the jade pendant tightly.
Save Bei Hanfeng?
Not to mention the fact that the rebellion was revealed after he came to the door many times to hint, even when there was still love and like-mindedness in the palace, Mu Qingjia never thought that she would go to share troubles with Bei Hanfeng.
That's what fools do.
He, Mu Qingjia, is not stupid, so he begged the Zhao family, and all he wanted was to be kicked out of the house today, after all, the Zhao family knew about his affair with Bei Hanfeng, and they had never found out about him. Attitude.
Back then, in order to get rid of Bei Hanfeng and find a Qingyun road, he tried his best to step into the gate of the family.
It's ridiculous to think about it now, to make suggestions and think hard, but to be excluded repeatedly, not to be reused, and to be despised by those Zhao surnames.
He clearly shed blood that was nobler than theirs!
Mu Qingjia suddenly turned her head.
A bronze mirror on the bedroom table is reflecting his faint eyebrows, which are vague, not quite like his useless father, but somewhat similar to the eighth prince in the Great Zhou Mission—if it wasn’t for Da Zhou When the missionary Zhou came, he might never realize the deep meaning in his mother's words when he died of illness.
The regent is overbearing and tyrannical, and the city is deep.The aristocratic family is extravagant and rotten, with huge roots.Jiangmen is stupid and arrogant, with obvious ambitions.The emperor is fatuous and impermanent, and hides deeply.All were exposed at the state banquet on New Year's Eve.
Mu Qingjia couldn't help but feel chills all over when she heard the news.
Da Jin is already rotten, and there is no way he wants.
"Master?"
Mu Qingjia suddenly came back to her senses: "Is everything packed?"
He raised the candlestick and lit the bed curtain: "Then let's go."
It was night, a mansion in the outskirts of Beijing was flooded. Fortunately, the heavy snow had not stopped, and the fire was not big, so it was extinguished early.Two charred corpses were dragged out of the courtyard, and the human figures could no longer be discerned. People around said that the courtyard belonged to Mu Qingjia of Anyuan Marquis Mansion.
This news soon appeared on Chu Yunsheng's desk.
The secret letter stated that one of the charred corpses had some valuable ornaments from the Anyuan Marquis Mansion, and it was suspected to be Mu Qingjia.There was also news from the Anyuan Marquis, implying that Mu Qingjia had a very close relationship with Bei Hanfeng, and that suicide or being killed was a possibility.
But Chu Yun's voice was clear, Mu Qingjia would not die.
It’s just that at this moment, it suddenly came out——
Chu Yunsheng unexpectedly thought of the face of Xu Yuxuan, the eighth prince of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
It seems that when the butterfly wings are flapped, if the status is high enough, the power is strong enough, and the aura is quickly captured, it can not only slap the protagonist to death, but also slap the plot quickly.
To Chu Yunsheng, Mu Qingjia ran back to Dazhou, which was not a bad thing.If used properly, it might be a good thing.
So in this regard, Chu Yunsheng only ordered to inspect the border a few more times, and pay attention to the country in the next week, and did not make any more arrangements.
Unknowingly, this year of heavy snow every night has finally passed.
At the Great Court Meeting in the fifth day of the lunar new year, the nine Beihanfeng tribes were moved from the ordinary dungeons to the death row, and they would beheaded only after confirming that the protagonist could be killed.The King Regent, whose black robe was covered in gold, still stood at the head of the officials, with an indifferent expression.
There are fewer civil and military ministers in the Tai Chi Hall than before.
The patriarchs of the four great families were all sick at home, and even the ministers of the factions of the families were also sick. At first glance, it seemed that there was a plague in the area of the family, one infecting the two.
There are not many military officers who come to the door, probably not because they are sick, but because they have no face to face others.After all, the first court meeting in the beginning of the year, to discuss the disposal of the rebellious party that rebelled on New Year's Eve, was to slap Jiangmen in the face.
Some aides in the palace were a little worried about the passive resistance of the aristocratic family, and incited some ministers to say that they were sick and put down the pick.The roots of the aristocratic family are all over the yamen, if there is a strike, the court will not be in great turmoil.
But Chu Yunsheng was not worried about these.
He knew that the family would not dare.
If the aristocratic family really dared to wave these roots and let it go, then the ambitious little white-eyed wolf on the dragon chair would dare to snatch all these official positions and put a black pot on his head.
It's just that he caused the little white-eyed wolf to be exposed, and the aristocratic family was on guard, this idea would not work.
Without those messy people, this morning was unexpectedly clean.
The ministers were like little chickens, holding the wat board and lowering their heads, all of them kept silent, and no one would step on the little emperor's face as usual.
Chu Yunsheng was still satisfied with the current situation of the government and the public, so he ordered his subordinates to keep an eye on what should be done, and then got busy again.
This kind of busyness lasts for two or three months, and the person who feels it most intuitively is Lu Fenglou.
It seems that after this weird New Year's Eve is over, his pious teacher, who misunderstood his disciples, will return to the way he came and went like the wind a year ago, which is unpredictable.
Lu Fenglou is now in the barracks most of the time.
There are not many days for him to go to court, and now it is even more pitifully rare.Occasionally, when he was going to go to court the next day, Chu Yunsheng, who had been absent all night, would appear, and with a pair of hands warmed on the brazier, he would dig him out of the bed in the tent and wrap him in his arms. Wash and wash, and pour a bowl of extremely bitter medicine.
The sky is still dark, and the stars are sinking all over the world.
Chu Yunsheng rode his horse and led him out of the barracks, splashing the snow with the horse's hooves all the way, rushing towards the capital city.
The small pastries that were on the imperial chariot in the past are gone, only a piece of candied fruit hastily stuffed under the tongue.
Outside the camp, in the mountains, the extremely cold morning wind was like a knife holding snowflakes, blowing on the face, it was cold and hot and painful.
Chu Yunsheng's cloak was untied a little, and wrapped around it from behind, to shield him from the strong wind on the horse's back.
His back was pressed against Chu Yunsheng's chest, and he could smell the cool and cold breath even slightly from the side of his face, which was even more chilly than this winter day.
But if he turned his head and touched it, the jaw and the lips would be warm and hot.
The days of going to court were spent in such a fast-paced and indistinguishable climate.
And if he was not in court, Lu Fenglou would hardly see Chu Yunsheng except during the period of acupuncture and moxibustion treatment, so he could only train with the group of young soldiers in the barracks as usual.
This group of young master soldiers added another group at the end of the first month.
The newcomer's Mandarin is not standard, with a strong local accent, a bit like that of Nandi.
When asked why, the answer was the same as the previous ones.But Lu Fenglou didn't believe a word.What Chu Yunsheng did was not done with great fanfare, but if he could really follow through, it wouldn't be too difficult to find out.
The new recruits from the South Land were newcomers, and they were all young masters. Seven of them were dissatisfied and eight were not angry, and even conspired to cause a mutiny.
But the mutiny was reported by the camp next door before they could gather a few soldiers.
In the middle of the night, the three centurions hung the elders and youngsters on the poles, stripped their buttocks and gave them a hard pump. They were so cold and hot that the elders and youngsters were crying so hard that they almost died, and they were hard-hearted. The centurions took pity on them and insisted on hanging their naked buttocks for a whole day and night.
As a result, Tian Mengliang of Lu Fenglou had just returned to the new barracks from the commander's tent, and before he could stand still, he was dragged by the fat and thin man from the first team to have a meal, and then watched the elders and young men with a bowl white ass.
Lu Fenglou: "..."
Lu Fenglou is an emperor after all, and he doesn't like to eat other people's buttocks.Unless it's an old bastard's ass, maybe think about it.
But before Lu Fenglou refused the gracious invitation, he realized that he didn't need to watch those naked dudes.Because when the three of them arrived, there was already a large circle of people around the pole where the people were tied, and they couldn't squeeze in.
Almost all the people around are from the new barracks, all of them are holding rice and bowls, drinking porridge and pancakes, and commenting on the warriors who mutinied with great interest. Some people admire the skin color of their ass. When he just joined the army, he was fair and clean, but his skin was still tender.
"It's all left over from our play." The fat man pointed his chopsticks at the figures on the poles that could not be seen clearly, and said disdainfully.
The skinny man said in a low voice: "The accents of these people are mostly from Guangnan. It's unusual to be thrown here all the way. If you don't be more honest in the future, I'm afraid it will be even more sad than we did at the beginning."
Lu Fenglou took a sip of porridge slowly and remained silent.
The thin man was right.
In the days to come, these young masters from the Southlands were tossed about ruthlessly.
The centurion on the top drilled fiercely, and there were fat and thin people on the bottom. These former dudes were now under the command of veterans. In less than a month, these young masters knelt down and accepted their fate. They trained in a safe manner, worked honestly, and shed tears silently at night.
It was cold and tired in the barracks, and the white and clean men and women became rough, and many of them had chilblains on their hands.Thanks to the blackening ointment on his body, Lu Fenglou's hands and face were still tender.It's just that he smeared it so black that others couldn't see the difference.
But after all, it is not as weak as before.
The days in the new barracks are dull, and the training is different from many barracks in the past.
Before he knew it, Lu Fenglou saw that those young and old who didn't work hard in their limbs and didn't distinguish between grains and grains grew taller, stronger, and wielded sticks vigorously, looking decent.
It's a bit of an army.
Lu Fenglou was thinking in his heart, but the soldiers of Chu Yunsheng he had seen before flashed through his mind—it was just too far away from the kind of orders and prohibitions, killing and bravery.
However, Lu Fenglou's boring pondering didn't last long.
One night, Lu Fenglou was sleeping soundly in the handsome tent, when he suddenly heard the urgent sound of horns.
He woke up suddenly, only to find that he was still alone in the handsome tent, and Chu Yunsheng had not returned.
Outside the tent, there were bright lights, and there were many footsteps.
Lu Fenglou stood up, dressed quickly, picked up a gun and carefully lifted the curtain to look outside, and saw the torches outside like a dragon, and the army was mobilized.
His heart tightened, he walked out of the tent and went to the new barracks, trying to see something from these solemn and fast-moving soldiers, but he happened to see their centurion walking quickly, and when he saw him, he shouted: " Lou Feng, didn't you hear the trumpet sound? Hurry up and join the team!"
Lu Fenglou stepped into the queue quickly, and looked at the well-informed skinny man beside him, but the skinny man shook his head with a dazed look in his eyes.
At this time, the sky was still dark, and the stars were dimly hung in the sky.
After the three centurions clicked, they led the team out of the barracks, joined a group of light cavalry at the gate of the barracks, opened the back door of the barracks, and walked along the mountain road into a very narrow canyon.
"Leaving the barracks... actually let us go out of the barracks!"
The fat man could hardly hold back the ecstasy in his throat, and said sideways.
The thin man said: "What happened, do you want to run?"
The fat man shook his head: "Run away. He didn't look at that team of cavalry, he just looked at us. If you dare to run now, you will be able to shoot right through with one arrow. We are a treasure at home, and we are not as good as a grass here. Why? But it’s always good to be able to go out to camp and let the wind go.”
The thin man couldn't help but nodded.
However, Lu Fenglou remembered the marked map he saw in Chu Yunsheng's tent a few days ago, and he narrowed his eyes slightly, with an inexplicable smile on his lips: "It's good, but it's not necessarily as good as everyone else's." wishes."
Four days later, the new barracks set up camp in a mountain depression.
In the evening, a general from the light cavalry came over and briefly explained the reason for coming out this time-the new barracks was going to conduct the first actual combat training to suppress bandits.
The steamed buns dropped from the fat man's mouth in an instant: "Suppress the bandits? I think the bandits are suppressing us..."
Lu Fenglou was also a little dazed.
It's just that he was guessing the meaning of Chu Yunsheng's move.
Lu Fenglou felt that he had guessed it, but at this moment, he didn't dare to believe it——Chu Yunsheng regarded military power as his own, so how could he go to such great lengths to train a personal soldier for him to share weal and woe?
It was still such an unusual group of soldiers.