In the camp, Cixi and Ci'an were both doing embroidery in the camp. They temporarily stayed in the Jiangbei camp. There were no civil and military officials in the camp. All matters in the camp were handled by Li Zhen. The two were idle and had nothing to do. So he passed the time by embroidering. Ci'an looked calm and concentrated on holding the fine needle to embroider, as if everything around him had disappeared.
Cixi sat next to Ci'an, embroidering and thinking about things. At the same time, her eyes would look at the tent door curtain from time to time, and she would be lost in thought for a moment. After stopping for a while, she would continue to embroider.
"ah,."
A scream suddenly sounded in the camp.
Cixi frowned, with a look of pain on her face, because when she was embroidering just now, she accidentally pricked the index finger of her left hand. The tip of the needle penetrated the flesh, and bright red blood dripped out. Cixi sucked her finger quickly, but her eyes still remained. Somewhat erratic.
Ci'an looked at the uneasy Cixi, shook his head and said, "Sister, you have been in a trance these past few days, and now you pricked your finger while doing the embroidery, what happened?"
Cixi sighed and said, "Sister, didn't you find the problem?"
Ci'an asked: "What's the problem?"
Cixi's eyes flashed with coldness, and she replied in a deep voice: "Since the dispute with Li Zhen, Li Zhen has not come to say hello for a long time. We arrived at Jiangbei Camp at the end of September, and it is already late October. , it’s almost the end of October, however, Li Zhen has never been here at this time, and we, the three mothers, have been staying in the camp all day. Even if we leave the camp and go out for a walk, we are not free. Sister, the situation is not good. "
Ci'an put down the embroidery in his hand and said: "We are like birds in a cage. We have no soldiers, no power, nothing, no way at all. Alas, it would be great if some officials from the DPRK and the Central Government followed us. Everyone in the world said that the DPRK and the Central Government If someone is easy to do things, they rely on people in the court to do things. Think about it, this sentence also applies to us. If there are officials to run errands for us, things will be much easier to handle."
Cixi nodded and said: "What my sister said is true, but unfortunately we have nothing. I heard Han Laiyu say that except for Sushun, one person in the court would rather die than surrender to Yixin. The rest of the princes, nobles, and ministers all surrendered to Yixin, and even The late Emperor's fellow disciple Du Han also surrendered, and all the Gonggun princes in the court are just a bunch of fagots."
After a pause, Cixi lowered her voice and said: "This can't continue like this. The emperor is still young, so we don't care, but as the emperor grows up, will Li Zhen still be allowed to take power once the emperor gets older? This matter must be To change, we must control Li Zhen, rather than Li Zhen controlling us."
Ci'an asked: "What can my sister do?"
Cixi said: "I have thought carefully for a while and thought that the only way is to contact foreign ministers. However, it is difficult to implement this matter. We can only do it slowly. The emperor is not yet one year old. We have plenty of time. We have enough time." Implement.”
Ci'an said: "Take it step by step, don't rush."
While the two were talking, a palace maid who was looking after the young emperor suddenly interrupted and said: "Queen Mother, I heard from Mr. Li's bodyguard that Mr. Li is planning something big."
"Oh, what's the matter?" Ci'an and Cixi said at the same time.
Both of them looked anxious.
For two people who rarely get news, the palace maid's words are undoubtedly a shot in the arm. The palace maid said respectfully: "Master Li's bodyguard said that Master Li and the businessmen around Yangzhou are planning to deal with the bandits."
"I have known about this for a long time." Cixi said: "Li Zhen wants to capture Nanjing, so he naturally has to deal with the bandits."
When the palace maid heard this, she stopped talking.
Ci'an and Cixi looked at each other, sighed, and continued to embroider.
…
On the official road to Yangzhou, a group of people was driving slowly.
This group of people is Sun Youcheng and his party.
There were thousands of soldiers from the Jiangbei camp accompanying them, all here to protect the food that Sun Youcheng and others had collected. In addition, there were also 8,000 guards accompanying them. These 8,000 guards all had swords hanging on their waists, protecting everyone. The carriages were advancing with three million kilograms of grain and thousands of carriages. The whole team was very long.
The two main characters, Sun Youcheng and Kuang Jiacheng, were still accompanying him. This time, Kuang Jiacheng paid no attention to the situation outside the carriage and half-lyed in the carriage, sleeping.
When Sun Youcheng saw this situation, he felt funny.
This guy is really different.
The convoy was driving slowly, and a soldier ran up on horseback. He followed the carriage on horseback and said seriously: "Master Sun, your Excellency has sent an order, saying that the road ahead will pass under a mountain forest. Please pay attention, sirs."
"Anything to pay attention to? It's okay."
Kuang Jiacheng, who was half sleeping in the carriage, suddenly sat up, with a nonchalant expression on his face, waving his hands and saying: "Starting from Danyang, every time you pass by mountains, trails, or hillsides, your adults will come and remind you, but we have passed so many Nothing happens in this place, and nothing will happen this time."
The soldier who reported the news snorted, turned and left.
Sun Youcheng said with a serious look: "Kang Jiacheng, you know very well who the soldier who reported the message is. Don't look down on him because you think he is just a small soldier. Thirty years to the east of the river and thirty years to the west of the river. Don't bully young people who are poor. This pair of people must be consistent in their dealings with everyone. They must neither be humble nor arrogant when dealing with superiors, nor bully the weak when dealing with subordinates. They will not look down on each other because of their status. You are from a big family, so there is nothing wrong with that. Understand."
After hearing this, Kuang Jiacheng's expression became serious and he said, "Mr. Sun, it's me, Meng Lang."
He calmed down his emotions and was no longer the same as before. This change also made Sun Youcheng satisfied. Although Kuang Jiacheng was a bit unreliable in his fiery attitude, fortunately he could listen to what he said.
About fifteen minutes later, the convoy arrived at the official road under the mountain forest.
This mountain forest is not a small hillside like Cuijia Mountain in Gaozi Town, Zhenjiang Prefecture. It is an authentic big mountain with towering mountains. Among the woods on the mountain, there are even some trees that do not wither in winter. They are lush and beautiful. , however, most of the trees in the mountains are bare and have lost all their leaves.
The official road was formed at the foot of the mountain, a semicircular arc. When the convoy passed by, the entire team also became an arc. Although there was no movement among the troops, they became alert.
After all, there was so much food to be escorted.
Sun Youcheng was cautious and did not dare to slack off in the slightest.
"Woo, woo,."
Suddenly, a horn sound came from the mountain forest.
Sun Youcheng raised his eyebrows and murmured: "We are finally here." Kuang Jiacheng said seriously: "Old Sun, these damn bandits are finally here. This time, we must catch them all."
Countless soldiers poured out of the mountain forest.
These soldiers were the elite soldiers brought by Chen Yucheng from Nanjing. There were 30,000 of them. It could be said that they were all the elite soldiers under Hong Xiuquan's command. Chen Yucheng led a group of archers to the front and quickly approached the edge of the mountain forest.
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