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Chapter 1197 Not leaving

After leaving Taoxian, Zhan Juan sent people to Jiangzhou to report the news.

"The people over in Northern Xinjiang are sharpening their knives and getting ready."

The messenger informed Heliantong of the news, changed his horse and set off again.

He Liantong was silent for a long time, "Gather the generals."

The generals assemble.

"The northern Xinjiang side is preparing." He Liantong said: "I don't want to say anything about loyalty, nor do I want to say that I don't care about death, but hundreds of years of Daliao cannot be thrown away in the hands of our generation. If you die, you must die on the battlefield.

superior!"

"Double the number of sentinels."

"In every city, we are strictly checking female officials. We would rather catch the wrong ones than let them go."

"From today on, I, Jiangzhou, will be ready to fight!"

"yes!"

The generals resigned, and He Liantong smiled bitterly at Chen De and said: "Ningxing and Chang'an reached an agreement to attack Northern Xinjiang from a flank, and even forced Chang'an to agree to classify the Northern Xinjiang army as traitorous. This was a good thing, but he didn't expect the news to be leaked. Yang

Xuan will not sit still and wait for death, and will definitely launch an attack early. This good thing has turned into a bad thing, and time is fate!"

This is the general trend.

The trend is overwhelming and unstoppable.

Helian knew about it and Chen De knew about it.

Chen De said: "Jiangzhou is too close to Ningxing."

He Liantong nodded, "I know this, so I will write a memorial to Ningxing."

The news reached Ningxing.

"Should we start?"

Changling looked south.

"Let spring begin!" Xiao said, "But it remains to be seen. If it doesn't snow, there's no telling that Yang Xuan will choose to attack in winter."

"A winter attack would cost too much!" Wang Ju disagreed with this judgment, "Yang Xuan has always shown mercy to the people, so he will never do this."

"How are we prepared?" Changling asked.

"Everything is ready."

Beiliao has been raising money and grain, and money and grain are piled up like mountains in Ningxing City.

Once the hegemony of hundreds of years is activated, its potential is truly incredible.

"Actually, Daliao is not poor." Xiao said: "Those powerful and powerful people have a lot of money and food in their families. It's just that they are rich, but the court is poor."

"Fat them and conquer the Liao Dynasty!" Wang Ju shook his head.

"Block the offensive in Northern Xinjiang and solve this problem later." Changling narrowed his eyes and made up his mind to solve this cancer.

"The Tang Dynasty is not much better." Xiao said with a smile: "The noble families are on an equal footing with the emperor. The emperor has to turn a blind eye when sleeping, otherwise when he wakes up, he will find that the dynasty has changed."

"The moment Li Mi married the daughter of the Yang family in Yingchuan, it was doomed that the fall of the Tang Dynasty was inevitable." Wang Ju said, "Will Chang'an have time to attack?"

Changling looked at Xiao.

Xiao hesitated for a moment, then Changling said: "I understand.

Xiao smiled bitterly, "Chang'an has not experienced war for many years, and the emperors and generals have long been accustomed to doing things slowly. The southern Xinjiang army has not been mobilized, so with the guards of Chang'an, who dares to go north?"

"Once defeated, Northern Xinjiang will inevitably take advantage of the trend to fly the banner of the Qing Dynasty southward, and then the country will be annihilated." Changling said: "Li Mi is extremely cautious at this time."

The same goes for you. Xiao and Wang Ju glanced at Changling.

When the signs of action in northern Xinjiang became more and more obvious, many people suggested moving the capital.

Changling flatly refused, saying that this was a scene of national subjugation.

A chamberlain came over and said, "Princess, there is a memorial from King Lian Jiang."

Changling explained that there is no need to go through the formalities for Jiangzhou's memorials. Once they are delivered, they will be sent to the palace immediately.

Changling took the memorial, opened it, read it, and handed it to Xiao with a calm expression.

After Xiao read it, he handed it to Wang Ju.

The three of them were silent.

In the memorial, He Liantong proposed to move the capital, and even used fierce words to say that the capital was behind him, which made the soldiers extremely nervous, fearing that if they were defeated, Daliao would not survive.

"Princess Chang." Xiao was actually a supporter of the proposal to move the capital.

"Everything is right!" Changling said: "But one thing has been forgotten. If the capital is moved, how will the people in the world think of it!"

Wang Ju said: "Once the capital is moved, everyone in the world will think that the Liao Dynasty has been destroyed."

Afterwards, the country's situation will be irreversible.

"

King Lian Jiang means that he is not absolutely sure of defeat in this battle." Xiao said: "He is worried about Ning Xing."

"He is worried that if the battle is defeated, His Majesty will not be able to leave in time." Changling knew He Liantong's thoughts. "This is a difficult problem. If the capital is moved, the morale of the people will be lost. If the capital is not moved, there is a risk of being captured. I have thought about this problem for a long time.

, final decision, stay!”

She said slowly: "Money and food are being prepared everywhere, and troops are being trained. If Ning Xing can hold on for one more day, he can save some vitality for Daliaoduo.

"Daliao, have we reached this point?"

Xiao smiled bitterly. Of course he knew the current situation of Daliao. Reason told him that Daliao was in danger. But emotion told him that Daliao would not be destroyed.

"Yes." Wang Ju said.

It was precisely because of this that Changling chose to stay in Ningxing instead of moving the capital with the young emperor.

When the capital is moved, it is not the people who are moved.

But popularity!

People's hearts!

A cold wind swept across the land of northern Xinjiang, and several men were staggering among the rolling mountains.

The leader is Huo Ran.

Jiang was wrapped in thick clothes, folded his hands on his chest, lowered his head, and walked forward step by step.

This is in the forest, where fallen leaves are piled up, making a rustling sound when stepped on.

No one has ever been here before. Occasionally, a squirrel from the tree suddenly pops out, takes one look at them, and then runs away.

“There’s food here!”

A man rushed over as fast as he could, climbed up the tree several times, raised his right fist, and punched with all his strength.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Amidst the flying wood chips, the squirrel's nest was exposed.

The man grabbed a handful of various nuts, and the man below had his eyes glowing green, "Throw them down!"

A pile of pine nuts and chestnuts.

Jiang ate a few chestnuts, but he couldn't knock the pine nuts.

He looked around and said, "There are a lot of squirrels here."

The man nodded and began to search for the squirrel's nest.

After half a day's work, I got more than ten kilograms of nuts.

"I can survive for a few more days."

At night, everyone found a place leeward and slept together.

The cold wind howled, and Jiang had a vague dream of arriving in Chang'an.

In the palace, the servants of his status eat and drink the best. Take a bite of the fragrant biscuits, and the rich mutton fat inside will burst out, which is extremely delicious.

There is also roasted lamb, tsk tsk! Paired with a piece of pancake, it is really delicious!

The howling of animals came from the distance, and it sounded like a ghost crying and a wolf howling.

Jiang heard the movement, slowly raised his head, and saw a dark figure coming over. He carefully grabbed his baggage and stepped back little by little.

In the baggage are Jiang's nuts.

Once it is taken away, Jiang will die in two days at most without food in such cold weather.

Jiang's eyelids were twitching wildly.

The shadow took his baggage, then turned around and walked out quietly.

"Dog thief!"

Jiang roared, everyone woke up, and the black shadow ran away.

"who?"

The remaining three people woke up, but the black shadow had already disappeared into the night.

Everyone has been in the mountain for a long time. If there is no fire at night, they will be almost blind and cannot see anything.

To chase someone in the mountains in the middle of the night is to risk death.

The fire had long since lost its open flame. Someone tinkered with it a few times and added firewood. After a while, the flames started to rise.

"It's Zhang Su!"

The man who escaped was named Zhang Su and was one of the followers.

Fortunately, Zhang Su only took Jiang's nuts, and the remaining three were all there.

"That bitch!"

Jiang gritted his teeth and said, "When we return to Chang'an, we will definitely make him regret it."

Continue on the road at dawn.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and food in the mountains is getting harder and harder to find.

"How far is it?"

someone asked.

The only attendant who could identify the direction said: "Maybe, it will take half a month, maybe"

Maybe, it's forever

The squirrel doesn't come out anymore.

Hide in your den and enjoy the most comfortable season all year round.

Jiang and others also lost their food source.

One night.

Jiang, who was so hungry that his whole body was running cold, heard the screams.

He woke up and shouted: "What are you doing?"

A follower walked into the cave covered in blood and asked, "Are you hungry?"

Jiang Muran stayed for a long time.

"Hungry."

Snow covers the earth, it's the end of the year.

In previous years, each state would send envoys to Chang'an with gifts and candidates taking the imperial examination. After Chang'an and Northern Xinjiang fell out, this matter ended.

"The Duke said, it's the end of the year, let's bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, sum up this year, and look forward to next year. If you don't want to go to Chang'an, come to Taoxian!"

Liu Qing told the envoys, "When you get to the states, tell them that next year will be the top priority."

The messengers set off.

Luo Cai said: "This is the meaning of small court."

Liu Qing nodded, "Let them adapt bit by bit."

Before the arrival of officials from various places, the young Duke studied.

The ceremony was very solemn. Yang Xuan led A Liang into the room and asked A Liang to salute.

Then it was sent to be repaired.

"If a child is naughty, just take care of it!"

Yang Xuan said.

Shi Zhengran glanced at A Liang and said, "If it's time to hit, I will do it naturally."

Yang Xuan glanced at A Liang and saluted. "That's it, thank you for your trouble."

Then, A Liang’s study career began.

"I think it's a little early. In that world, five-year-old children go to kindergarten and mainly play. However, there are also places where the test is very good. It starts from birth. It starts from prenatal education and continues until the age of thirty or forty.

.”

"Thirty or forty years old?" Yang Xuan couldn't believe it.

Suzaku said: "Many people have to study for half their lives, or even most of their lives."

Well!

Yang Xuan was a little confused, "Then what are you doing living?"

"The academic qualifications are high! And in the follow-up, it is almost a matter of studying and researching at the same time."

"Is it interesting?"

"But if you're not like this, how can you outdo others when you enter society?"

Yang Xuan went back and refreshed himself on the relevant knowledge.

Prenatal education, various interest classes, cute babies have become learning machines when they are still ignorant. Elementary school papers, junior high school papers, more papers, high school papers, and college papers.

The terrible thing is that once you enter society, you become even more involved.

"I kind of regret it."

Yang Xuan said to Zhou Ning.

Zhou Ning put down the account book, "What do you regret?"

"Perhaps we should let Liang relax for another two years."

Yang Xuan felt that he was a strict father, but looking at his parents in another world, he felt ashamed.

After being nurtured, he turned to the opposite side.

Ah Liang has no hope, but the second child is fine.

"Erlang, come, Aye will take you out."

The respected Duke of Qin abandoned his eldest son and went out for a walk with his second son in his arms.

The snow on the streets had been cleared cleanly, but the porcelain ground was a little muddy due to water soaking.

"Aye!"

Yang Laoer pointed forward, grabbed Yang Xuan's hair and shouted, "Eat, eat, eat!"

On the street, there is a steaming stall.

"My lord, you are an old man." Lin Feibao said in a low voice.

The so-called old people refer to merchants who have been setting up stalls here for a long time, and they do not appear rashly.

People who appear rashly are unreliable.

Yang Xuan went over with the child in his arms. When he saw that what was being sold was mutton soup with pancakes on the side, he said, "Maybe the pancakes got soaked in the mutton soup?"

The person setting up the stall was a woman. She looked up and saw the Duke of Qin. She was startled at first and panicked, and then said happily: "Yes! The Duke can do whatever he wants!"

Yang Xuan's head was full of black lines after saying this. He sat down and said: "Tear the dry pancakes into pieces, boil them in mutton soup for a few times, take them out, and soak them in some hot soup."

The woman said happily: "Don't worry, my lord, anything will be fine."

Lin Feibao's cheek twitched and he saw Jie Long.

He walked over, and Jielong came over and whispered: "Ningxing has not migrated."

Taoxian County was mobilizing food and grass, so naturally it could not be hidden from Ning Xing. Yang Xuan ordered the Jin Yiwei to do their best to find out Ning Xing's movements.

Lin Feibao nodded, "As expected."

He walked over, leaned over and whispered, "My lord, Ning Xing is still the same."

Yang Xuan smiled and nodded.

"Aye! Eat!"

Yang Laoer shouted happily.

The mutton steamed buns of the variant tasted good. Yang Laoer had a better appetite than the average child and ate less than half of the bowl.

Logically speaking, Zhou Ning said that a two-year-old child shouldn't eat too much of these, but Yang Laoer couldn't resist Yang Laoer's appetite! Once or twice, the parents felt relieved when they saw that their children were eating well and that nothing happened.

Changling!

Still didn't leave.

Yang Xuan was eating mutton steamed buns, taking a sip of hot soup, and suddenly said with emotion: "I wonder where I will drink mutton soup next year."

next year!

This world will surely be in turmoil!

A turbulence like a roaring mountain and a tsunami!


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