Autumn in the Western Regions comes relatively late, but it is very intense, very short, very brilliant, and very gorgeous. It is like changing a new drawing board. Suddenly, a cold air comes, and the hot green summer is replaced by cool golden color in the blink of an eye.
autumn clothes
In a few days, a bitter frost will fall, the autumn wind will rustle, the fallen leaves will fall, and the real autumn will come.
At this time, Guanzhong is probably already withered and covered with frost and snow, right?
Months later, the scouts sent word that the large group of people who came to take over had already arrived outside the Qijiaojing Canyon.
Fang Jun naturally led the soldiers of Shenji Camp and dignitaries from all walks of life in Gaochang to greet him.
"The grapes in Turpan are ripe, and Anahan's heart is drunk." Fang Jun hummed while riding on his horse. Thinking of returning to Guanzhong, he felt uncontrollably happy and felt that the wind was sweet and the fields were sweet.
Yes, people are sweet too
Xi Junmai stepped forward, approached Liu Rengui, and asked in a low voice: "Lord Commander, who is Ana'arhan?"
"Little brat, don't ask too many questions!" Liu Rengui glared and scolded Xi Jun.
Xi Junmai was not afraid at all.
Although Liu Rengui is the commander of the Shenji Battalion and has a battalion of more than 500 soldiers under his command, the relationship between the two has always been very good. Liu Rengui admires Xi Junbuy for this smart and strong boy, and buys the quilt from Xi Jun and Fang Juncong
On the day when Zuo Wei's army was about to arrive, he always took good care of me.
As for Anarkhan
Although he scolded Xi Junmai, Liu Rengui was still burning with gossip. He kept thinking about the Gaochang women that Fang Jun had been in contact with during this period of time, but after thinking about it, he didn't expect any girl with this name.
Is it possible that the Admiral is interested in a young lady from some family?
Well, this is entirely possible
Xi Junmai asked again: "Also, where is Turpan?"
"Turpan" Liu Rengui frowned, his face like an old farmer's face full of doubts: "This should be Turkic, right?" It sounds like it should be Turkic, but he is not sure.
"Turkic?" Xi Junmai rolled his eyes, looked behind him, and waved to a soldier not far away.
The soldier trotted over quickly with a smile on his face: "Leader, what's going on?"
Xi Junmai asked in a low voice: "Can you speak Turkic language?"
This soldier is a scout from Guazhou, under the command of Qibi Heli. He has grown up in the Western Regions since he was a child and is a Tiele native. A few days ago, while conducting field reconnaissance, he accidentally fell off his horse and injured his leg, so he did not follow.
Qibi and Heli returned to Guazhou together.
Upon hearing this, he quickly said: "Yes!"
"What does Turpan mean?" Xi Junmai asked.
"In Turkic language, it probably means oasis, or it can also be said to be fertile land?" the soldier said uncertainly.
Xi Junmai and Liu Rengui looked at each other, their confusion deepening.
Fang Jun heard the two people chattering behind him and didn't know what to say, but he didn't care at all.
Not far ahead, Qijiaojing Pass is already in sight!
Just as we reached the mountain pass, a group of people had already turned out.
The flag is flying, the army is majestic!
The two groups of men and horses happened to meet each other. Fang Jun should dismount first and walk to greet them as a sign of respect.
It's not enough to be disrespectful. If what is expected is true, this Qiao Shiwang is about to become the first feudal official of Anxi Province. Whether he supports it or not is directly related to the success or failure of Fang Jun's strategy for the Western Regions!
Among the crowd on the other side, a minister in purple official robes jumped down from a luxurious carriage and strode forward to greet him.
"Haha, Erlang is indeed a young hero. This time he is willing to serve as the rear guard of the army and appease Gaochang. It can be said that his hard work is a great achievement!"
From a distance, the purple-robed official laughed heartily and gave Fang Jun a high hat!
Moreover, he did not address the official title, but called "Erlang", his posture was very low, and he looked very close, as if he was talking about relatives.
Fang Jun looked at this person and his eyes jumped.
It’s not that I have any opinion about this Qiao Shiwang, I just covet this purple robe.
Perhaps, when His Majesty Li Er comes back to Beijing this time and realizes his conscience, he can also give us something to wear?
"Prince Qiao is overly praised, I don't dare to be an official," Fang Jun replied with a smile.
The governor of Shangzhou is from the third rank, and Fang Jun, the highest official minister, is from the fourth rank. There is a gap of several ranks. But fortunately, Fang Jun's Xinxiang Marquis is from the third rank. In terms of it, they are on the same level. Of course, Fang Jun
Jun's qualifications are too far apart. Therefore, although they are of equal rank, Qiao Shiwang can show his closeness, but Fang Jun cannot do it without mentioning his official position.
Qiao Shiwang strode forward, grabbed Fang Jun's hand, and smiled affectionately: "That's right, that's right! We are already old and dying. The future of the Tang Empire depends on civil and military officials like Erlang."
Only those who are versatile can shoulder the burden, so that we don’t have to worry about anything, haha!”
Qiao Shiwang is actually not very old, less than fifty, but his hair is still gray. However, his body is very strong and he can walk as fast as flying, no less than a young and strong man.
He has a square appearance, gentle manner, and has a humble and gentle temperament in his speech, which makes people like him.
This shouldn't be a very strong person
Fang Jun felt a little awkward when he grabbed his hand. He didn't know why people in this era always hold hands when they meet.
However, I couldn't get rid of him, so I had to endure the discomfort in my heart and said with a smile: "These words from Qiao Qiao made Fang feel ashamed."
Qiao Shiwang smiled and said: "If you are talented, why should you be too modest?"
Just as he was talking about this, someone behind him suddenly said: "Master Qiao has resigned from the post of governor, and is now the Protector of Anxi under the title of His Majesty. He is a second-rank official. Shouldn't the Marquis of Xinxiang pay an audience with the courtesy of a lowered official?"
Fang Jun's face turned dark instantly.
Well, it was quite dark originally, but it’s even darker now.
The smile on Qiao Shiwang's face suddenly froze, and there was a hint of anger in his eyes, but it did not come out.
Fang Jun followed the sound and saw a scribe in blue shirt glaring at him angrily.
This person is sick
You are so rude and rude to me, and I am not even angry yet. Why are you staring so big?
"Who are you?" Fang Jun asked in a deep voice, feeling a little confused. Does this person have a grudge against me?
The scribe shook his long robe and said proudly: "The new Deputy Protector of the Anxi Protectorate, Hou Wenxiao!"
Fang Jun was stunned for a moment and said, "Sorry, I haven't heard of it."
He told the truth.
Hou Wenxiao? Who the hell knows which rock crack you jumped out of!
Hou Wenxiao suddenly turned red and furious!
In his opinion, this is Fang Junchi's contempt and the most direct insult!
The dignified Deputy Protector of the Anxi Protectorate is a high-ranking official of the third rank, and he can be on an equal footing with Fang Jun!
Moreover, in Hou Wenxiao's mind, Fang Jun, the Marquis, was completely lucky and was a gift from His Majesty, and his official position was real!
Why do you despise me?
Hou Wenxiao glared at Fang Jun, gritted his teeth and said, "Hou Wenyi is my younger brother!"
The raging anger in his eyes seemed to be sprayed out, burning Fang Jun to the bone!
Fang Jun was simply baffled. Is this man mentally ill? I don’t even know you, so how can I know who your brother is?
However, his sleeve was pulled by Duan Zan behind him. Fang Jun turned around in surprise. Duan Zan came up and whispered: "This man is Hou Junji's nephew. Hou Junji's son has been demented since he was a child and is unknown to outsiders. Therefore,
Hou Junji attaches great importance to his two nephews and regards them as the basis for inheriting the family business. The Hou Wenyi he mentioned is the one who was executed by your Excellency in accordance with military discipline not long ago."
"Oh" Fang Jun suddenly realized and blurted out: "It turns out to be that dead ghost!"
Emotionally, does Hou Wenxiao want to avenge his brother?
No wonder you look at me like a fly that has seen shit and insists on taking a bite. What a metaphor!
But it was really surprising that Hou Wenxiao could serve as the third-grade Deputy Protector of the Great Protectorate. However, Fang Jun thought about it and understood the mystery.
Fang Jun ignored Hou Wenxiao, who had a face as good as pig liver, and asked Qiao Shiwang with a smile: "I guess Marshal Hou has been punished by His Majesty?"
It must have been His Majesty Li Er who severely punished Hou Junji and even reduced his official position to improve military discipline. But after all, Hou Junji was an old brother who followed His Majesty Li Er into the battle. Although he had to be punished due to military law, he still had past feelings.
The reason is to promote Hou Junji's nephew as a way to express compensation.
Sure enough, Qiao Shiwang said calmly: "It is true that Duke Lu was impeached by the imperial censor and has been taken into prison by your majesty, waiting for the review and decision of Dali Temple."
Fang Jun glanced at Hou Wenxiao, who was staring at him, wanting to pounce on him and bite him to death, and narrowed his eyes.
This guy is obviously obsessed with me, and he has an impulsive personality. If he stays in Gaochang, he may be a hindrance to his strategy.
But after all, this guy is a third-grade Deputy Protector, can he still be killed by himself?