The stability of Northern Xinjiang in recent years is indispensable to Huang Chunhui.
Whether it was an attack from Beiliao or a method from Chang'an, he intercepted all of them.
This inconspicuous old man is the real mainstay of Datang and Northern Xinjiang!
Huang Chunhui raised his eyelids and looked at Yang Xuan, and suddenly smiled gently, "Go tomorrow, just go ahead and do it."
"yes."
After Yang Xuan left, Liu Qing said: "My husband, please don't indulge him too much. Young people, there is no restraint."
Huang Chunhui said calmly: "Taiping was defeated for the seventh time, which is a shame for our northern Xinjiang. Later, I heard that a young county magistrate came and was able to resist the attacks of the three major ministries. But I thought it was just like that.
But later on, we opened trade routes, revitalized workshops, trained the army, and rectified the administration... These step-by-step steps made me quite happy, Old Liu."
"Ms. sir."
"When you were twenty years old, I asked you to take charge of Taiping. Would you be able to do what he did?"
Liu Qing didn't need to think about it and shook his head.
"Since you are not as good as him, why are you still strangling him?"
Liu Qing: "..."
"Mediocre people should not restrain geniuses."
Several accompanying officials exchanged glances.
Liu Sima was a talented person in Northern Xinjiang, but in the eyes of his husband, he turned out to be a mediocre person.
Looking back, we have to think about Yang Shijun's deeds and find out from them the actions that were praised as geniuses.
Let’s study. We don’t want to become a genius. At any rate, we can become a mediocre person like Liu Sima!
He was said to be mediocre, but Liu Qing was not angry but happy.
…
Yang Xuan left the residence and Lin Feibao whispered: "His Majesty also praised Huang Chunhui back then."
How long has passed, can Yang Xuan still get close to Huang Chunhui?
——Xianggong Huang, I am a son who respects the emperor.
Will Lao Huang capture him and throw him to Chang'an?
"Many times, people's hearts cannot stand the test, so don't go to the test."
"Uncle!"
Zhou's servants were waiting outside.
"Mr. Lang invites you to go to Zhongshu."
grass!
What happened last night happened.
Yang Xuan went to Zhongshu Province.
"My father-in-law."
The father-in-law seemed not to hear and continued to look at the document in his hand.
"Xiao Xuanzi, it's study time, stand still!" Zhuque said happily.
Yang Xuan smiled bitterly and stood with his hands tied.
After a quarter of an hour, Zhou Zun put down the paperwork.
"Very brave."
"It's just that he has a strong temper." Yang Xuan said with a smile.
"What do you want to tell Yang Songcheng?"
Naturally, Yang Xuan would not kill someone for no reason, just to vent his anger.
There are many ways to vent your anger, and there is no need to intensify conflicts.
"Don't mess with me!"
…
Zhang Huan and others gathered together to discuss matters.
Shi Zhongtang is also here.
"This time the DPRK and China discussed the war in the Southern Zhou Dynasty, it was already appropriate, but Yang Xuan interfered, causing His Majesty to hesitate." Zhang Huan was really angry, "This must be driven by Huang Chunhui, an old dog. He is here
Northern Xinjiang is famous, but we, the athletes of Southern Xinjiang, are not allowed to expand our territory."
Shi Zhongtang was also very dissatisfied.
He needs military merit, this is what Liang Jing told him... The empress can make plans for you, but you have to live up to your expectations!
Therefore, the conquest of the Southern Zhou Dynasty was an opportunity for him to make meritorious deeds.
Zhang Huan had long wanted to return to Chang'an, but he just didn't want to make a mediocre return. The rebels in southern Xinjiang were never wiped out, and this was where his opponents criticized him.
When the news came that Huang Chunhui had defeated Lin Ya's army in a battle in northern Xinjiang, Zhang Huan became even more unable to sit still.
This expedition to the Southern Zhou Dynasty is a good opportunity for Zhang Huan. If he can win a big victory and take advantage of the situation to return to the court, this will be the correct posture.
Once Zhang Huan leaves, who will take over?
Shi Zhongtang has served in southern Xinjiang for many years and has made great achievements in battle. In the past, he was suppressed just because of his status as a foreign general, but now it is different. With the support of his concubines and siblings, he feels that he can get a glimpse of the position of deputy envoy of Jiedu.
"Tomorrow!" Zhang Huan said coldly: "Tomorrow, there will be a civil and military meeting between Southern Xinjiang and Northern Xinjiang to kill Huang Chunhui. Then I will enter the palace and present the plan for this war to His Majesty. Who dares to object?"
If the two armed groups of the Tang Dynasty remain silent in Northern Xinjiang, who can argue with Zhang Huan, the governor of Southern Xinjiang?
Just one sentence: you don’t understand!
"yes."
…
"Don't go out much these days."
After Zhou Zun scolded Yang Xuan, he became worried about his safety again.
"yes!"
"I heard that Zhang Huan invited the civil and military officials of Northern Xinjiang to gather together tomorrow. The banquet will not be a good one."
"yes."
"Why don't you care?"
My father-in-law is about to roar.
Yang Xuan said: "I don't care, tomorrow will be a war of words."
"Be cautious."
"My father-in-law, being cautious will make me perform poorly."
"Zhang Huannai is a famous general. I think you are quite confident?"
My father-in-law's tone was unkind.
"Yeah! This is really nothing."
…
Yang Xuan came out of Zhongshu with some tea on his lapel.
"Alang!"
On the opposite side, Yang Songcheng stopped.
Yang Xuan stopped.
Fate!
Yang Xuan smiled and cupped his hands.
This is polite.
Yang Songcheng, an old minister, nodded slightly, "How does it feel to kill someone and kill too many people?"
"It's just...if someone stands opposite you, you can't help but look at his neck."
The old servant sneered.
Yang Songcheng touched his neck and asked, "Why not somewhere else?"
"The owl chief boosts morale the most."
"Yeah?"
"Um!"
Yang Xuan nodded and left.
The old servant whispered: "This man is very wild."
"Without wildness, you can't gain a foothold in northern Xinjiang." Yang Songcheng said, "The Zhou family broke away from us, and this boy played a huge role."
The old servant said: "How about..."
"If we take action now, everyone in the world will say that the murderer is Yang. Don't worry, he ruined the affairs of the Southern Xinjiang Army. Zhang Huan will give him a blow tomorrow."
"Alang, it's Zhou Zun!"
Zhou Zun walked out of Zhongshu.
"Guozhang."
"Shilang Zhou."
Zhou Zun said word by word: "If something happened to my son-in-law in Chang'an and he lost his arms and legs, I would think it was the father-in-law's fault.
If he lost his life, I would think it was the murder of the father-in-law.
I love my daughter very much. If her husband didn't exist, I think my daughter would be heartbroken.
She will be heartbroken, and I will become anxious. Then, I will find the murderer... and put an end to it!"
…
The next day, Yang Xuan called Lin Feibao early in the morning.
"If you follow me, will you be recognized?"
Lin Feibao touched his face blankly, "In recent years, I have become deformed."
Moreover, his skin was red and black due to long-term smelting of iron, and his eyebrows were raised upward due to long-term exposure to flames.
"I think even if the biological father comes, he would have to look carefully for a long time to suspect that this is his son."
Over the past ten years, things have changed, and even people have changed.
"Then follow."
"yes."
Yang Xuan walked out of the room.
Lin Feibao frowned, "The house Yang Lue prepared for Lang Jun is too bad."
The old thief asked: "What kind of house do you want?"
"As simple as it is on the outside, it needs to be carefully decorated on the inside. Look at the furniture. It's just made of jujube wood. How can it be worthy of the husband's status?"
"It's too extravagant and easily attracts attention."
"Who would enter someone else's bedroom if nothing happens?"
Lin Feibao was very dissatisfied. Gu Ying
All she had to do was learn from Yiniang and call Yang Lue an old dog.
"Ahem!"
"Mr. Lang, is it cold?"
"No." Yang Xuan pointed to the bedroom, "I hired someone to make all those furniture myself."
Lin Feibao said seriously: "Mr. Lang has a good sense."
The old thief glanced at Wang Laoer and felt that his status had declined again.
Wang Laoer came over. He had always been curious about Lin Feibao's abilities, so he handed over a piece of dried meat.
Lin Feibao frowned.
He doesn't like snacks.
"Eat!" Yang Xuan said.
Lin Feibao took it and stuffed it into his mouth, swallowing it after a few times.
"Is it delicious?" Wang Laoer asked.
Didn't taste it.
"good!"
Although they didn't get along for long, Lin Feibao could tell that this group of people were a little... almost doting on Wang Laoer.
Especially Lang Jun.
"You're lucky!" Lin Feibao nodded in response to Wang Laoer's kindness.
"No!" Wang Laoer said: "At first, my mother-in-law always said that I had bad luck and was not smart enough."
"Many times, it's better not to be smart."
Lin Feibao said.
Follow Lang Jun all the way up, this silly boy is lucky.
And because he is stupid, Lang Jun will not doubt him. In this way, he can be assigned to do things close to his heart.
This is the emperor's confidant, and he may not be worthy of enjoying the Ancestral Temple.
This silly boy is so lucky!
"How are you practicing?"
When Tu Shang heard this, he couldn't help but feel sad.
"That's how you practice."
"Can I practice?"
"Ask Mr. Lang."
Tu Shang felt a little cold.
From the first meeting, he felt that Wang Laoer looked familiar, like his grandson who was burned to death.
The whole family was burned to death, and he became a walking zombie. It was only after meeting Wang Laoer that he cheered up again.
Although he knew that this was not his grandson, Tu Shang was very considerate to Wang Laoer, even more so than his own grandson.
He wanted to pass on all his cultivation and military skills to Wang Laoer.
But Wang Laoer abandoned it like a pair of worn-out shoes.
This kid is stupid!
Tu Shang felt even more gratified.
But today he realized that his grandson disliked him!
The sadness and discomfort made Tu Chang take a deep breath and try to suppress it.
But the harder I pressed, the more the discomfort hit my heart.
Wang Laoer came over and said, "Lang Jun, can I learn?"
Yang Xuan didn't know how high Lin Feibao's cultivation was, but he only knew of monks who could make him run for his life, and he could kill him with just a tap of a stick.
But this is his private education.
Even the emperor could not force Lin Feibao to teach Wang Laoer.
This violates the social morality of the moment.
But Wang Laoer is naive and it would be wrong to refuse directly.
Yang Xuan asked: "Last time you said you didn't like being a general, why did you learn to do it?"
Wang Laoer said: "Protector!"
"Who to protect?" Yang Xuan felt happy in his heart.
"Slaying the Duke."
Tu Shang was startled.
"Why?" Tu Chang still uses you to protect him? Yang Xuan wanted to laugh.
"When I was in Chenzhou, I was shopping with Mr. Tu once. I saw an old man... who was in his seventies or eighty years old. He couldn't walk anymore and was still setting up a stall. Mr. Tu asked him and said that he had no children or grandchildren.
I am old and have no one to take care of me..."
When people get old, who can they rely on?
Rely on children and grandchildren!
This is a concept that has been passed down for thousands of years.
Therefore, having a son is not only to pass on the incense, but also to have someone to rely on in old age.
Raising children to provide for old age is the truth at this time.
"What Tu Gong said at that time... I have killed many people. When I am old and can no longer use the gun, who can I rely on?"
Yang Xuan smiled and said: "Then why don't you learn from Tu Gong?"
Wang Laoer said plausibly: "If I can't even defeat Tu Gong, how can I protect him?"
Tsk!
"What you said is wrong, but it makes sense!"
Wang Laoer was happy and turned around and said: "Don't worry, Mr. Tu, I will provide for you in your old age."
Tu Shang's lips twitched.
"good!"
…
When he arrived at the residence of officials in northern Xinjiang, Huang Chunhui came out wearing a thick cloak and a leather hat, with his hands cuffed in his sleeves.
Isn't this the ordinary master of Chenzhou?
But if Yang Xuan calls him Uncle Huang, I guarantee that Lao Liu can beat him into Uncle Yang.
"Ms. sir."
"Coming."
"yes."
"It's cold, let's take a walk first."
Huang Chunhui should go out first.
The official in charge of the residence bowed and said respectfully: "Mr., please be patient."
"Um!"
How powerful is Bei Liao?
Just look at their messengers and you will know.
Not to mention the ordinary messengers, most of the messengers who come to celebrate the New Year at the end of the year are domineering.
Officials who knew the situation in northern Xinjiang had given up the idea of taking advantage of the situation since Huang Chunhui moved in, and the daily supplies were of the best quality.
Yang Xuan followed a little behind.
Huang Chunhui walked slowly to the street, looked at the pedestrians, took a deep breath, "Comfortable."
Yang Xuan felt his relaxation.
In Northern Xinjiang, he was always tense. Even if he was taking a nap, he was probably planning something in his mind.
When we arrived in Chang'an, we were beyond reach, so we could relax.
"You have been to southern Xinjiang, what do you think of the southern Xinjiang army?" Huang Chunhui asked casually.
Yang Xuan thought for a while, "I think the Southern Xinjiang Army is quite brave, but not very enterprising."
"That's it?"
"Xiaguan saw many foreign races in the southern Xinjiang army."
"Why?"
"The population of southern Xinjiang is not large, and the military system of the government is also rotten. When recruiting warriors, we give more money and food, but when recruiting foreign warriors, we give less!"
“It’s money that causes trouble!”
"yes."
"Zhang Chumao is Yang Songcheng's son-in-law. The Ministry of Finance and Household Affairs provides enough money and food every year, but it's still not enough to recruit warriors?"
"I don't know about this subordinate, but there are many foreign soldiers in the Southern Xinjiang Army."
"What do you think?"
"Xiaguan feels that... he is not of my race, so his heart must be different."
"Um!"
Liu Qing followed not far behind, followed by a group of civil and military officials.
Someone whispered: "Sima, what my husband said yesterday was just unintentional."
"You said...my husband said that I am a mediocre person?"
How can I make it clear to myself... The man nodded awkwardly.
"But I am so happy!"
Liu Qing looked ahead with a smile.
Huang Chunhui tilted his head slightly and looked at Yang Xuan.
Yang Xuan met his gaze, smiled and spoke.
This scene!
“So beautiful!”
Liu Qing praised sincerely.
Until we arrived at the place for today’s banquet.
There are big guys coming from both sides, so naturally we can't gather in a small place.
The officials below discussed it for a while, and it happened that General Wei Zhong of the Youwu Guard had some connections with both parties, so he took leave and entertained everyone at home.
After coming in, someone whispered: "Wei Zhong is an upright man. Let's keep his boldness in Northern Xinjiang for now."
"Zitai!"
Wei Ling'er stood in the corridor and waved to this side.