Zhang Ning led hundreds of people to abandon Shimen County and Cili County, and trekked through the Wuling Mountains on the north bank of the Lishui River back to Fengxia Mountain...---->The road was very difficult to walk, so we finally detoured it.
The attack range of the Yongding guards and horses successfully returned to the mountains. The warehouses in the two counties have been looted by them, and the wealthy wealthy households were forced to use part of their property to "reward the army." Zhang Ning harvested a lot of silver ingots and forged horses.
, silk, silk floss, sulfur and other things, but food could not be taken away due to insufficient road transportation capacity.
When he first learned that the Laershan Miao people were raising troops, Zhang Ning had the idea of giving up occupying Shimen Cili County. This could temporarily attract the firepower of officers and soldiers to the southern Miao territory and reduce the difficulty of capturing Yongding Guards.
Later, another news came from the Shuidang'ao Stone Field. It was leaked by the "undercover" eunuch in the court. The Ministry of War had sent Zhu Yong as the governor of the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion, and the commander-in-chief of Wuling came to the southwest to quell the rebellion. Understood.
When he realized that Zhu Yong was the son of the famous general Zhu Neng, it showed that the court valued him and that the person who came was not a good person. Zhang Ning no longer hesitated and immediately ordered the troops to retreat to avoid his attack. So the two groups of soldiers and horses and the men and women of Dasheng Village were separated.
A few hundred people walked long distances and ran away on mountain roads.
Zhang Ning didn't think there was any shame in running away to avoid danger. If Taizu had fought head-on with the Yuan army and other anti-Yuan gangs every time, he might not have been able to achieve great things.
It started to rain lightly in Fengxia Mountain, but as soon as everyone returned, Zhang Ning ordered a house to be requisitioned at the entrance of the village, and immediately distributed military pay, silver rewards and pensions. This was because he hoped that the soldiers who had fought bloody battles would not have to go home empty-handed.
The drizzle of light rain cannot stop the sergeants' enthusiasm for collecting money. In addition to having feelings, people are also interested in profit. The men understand what it is like to go home with rich wealth. The wives will be extra considerate and enthusiastic, and the neighbors will be very envious.
, it can be said to be as refreshing as returning home in fine clothes.
The road was soon crowded with people, and the families of the sergeants also came with umbrellas and bamboo baskets, because they heard that the people in charge of finance would use silk cloths to pay part of the money. It was raining again, and people were afraid of losing their things.
Wetting affects the color.
The first brigade of Zuo Sen under Wei Bin gained the most, because as the main combat force that captured the second county, its merits were directly linked to the interests. The extra reward alone was thirty taels; officers above the general banner were fifty taels. Thirty taels were in
In ordinary people's eyes, a decision is considered a huge sum of money. If a conscientious person has such a property, if it is managed properly, it can ensure that they can live a prosperous life for many years.
Zhang Ning was also very interested in standing outside the house where the money was distributed and felt the joy of the people. Thirty taels or even three thousand taels were not very important to him, but this did not affect him from sharing with others.
Surprised and excited.
The guard came over and wanted to hold an umbrella for him, but Zhang Ning saw that the soldiers and many villagers were lining up in the rain, so he refused the guard's kindness and stood in the rain with everyone.
A sergeant and his wife who had just received more than thirty taels worth of property walked past Zhang Ning, knelt down in the mud and said gratefully: "Thank you for your generous reward, Your Highness."
Zhang Ning stepped forward and helped the sergeant up, saying kindly: "You don't have to thank me, you sacrificed your life and blood to get these things."
When people heard the prince speak, they all looked sideways. Zhang Ning raised his hands and said loudly: "The court thinks we are sinners, but we are not guilty. Here, we have our own country and share everything, victory and wealth together." The troops listened.
After shouting long live, the atmosphere was very warm and cheerful. Although the weather was bad today, it did not affect the festive atmosphere. It was a very pleasant day.
Zhang Ning stood in the rain for a while and then left. He was going to meet Yao Ji first. Walking along the road in the middle of the village, he saw the villagers opening their doors and looking at him. They had not yet left part of Fengxia Mountain.
The master of the separate altar stands by the roadside and bows to himself.
It rained heavily on the road, adding a bit of melancholy to the festive atmosphere. The scene of light rain was always not as bright as the sunshine. His hat and shoulders were soaked by the rain, and there were thin drops of water on his clothes.
Pearl, the cold is not bad, it makes people calm.
Just as he walked to the entrance of the courtyard behind the temple, there was suddenly a sound of guzheng. Zhang Ning was not rich in music and art, and he was not sensitive to music. At first, he didn't care and continued to walk in with Xu Wenjun.
When he walked under the eaves, his steps gradually slowed down and his eyes became brighter. The rain curtain in the yard was trembling with the music. It was hard to believe such a scene. Zhang Ning did not think it was his imagination, it seemed
I really saw them trembling and dancing.
He turned back to look at Xu Wenjun, wanting to ask her if she had heard or seen it, but for a moment he couldn't speak for fear of destroying the artistic conception. When Wenjun saw him turning around, he also looked over, and the two looked at each other.
The sad melody echoed in the rain, but the desolation was not as sad as the music. It felt extremely grand and grand. Zhang Ning was absolutely sure that anyone who had never heard the Zhongzhao Shao music played at the emperor's ceremony would never be able to play it.
Such a grand tone; so the person playing this tune must be Yao Ji, and there is no other person here. It is so sad and heartbreaking; it also gives this sadness hope and meaning, making it full of
Beautiful.
Gradually, the melody gradually became lower and quieter; then it suddenly agitated, like the clanging sound of thousands of iron soldiers...
Zhang Ning's mind naturally thought of a line from the Songs of Chu: Fighting against Wu Ge, he was captured by a rhinoceros, his chariot's hubs were misaligned, and his troops were engaged in close combat. The sun was blocked, and the enemy was like a cloud, and the arrows were falling, and the soldiers were fighting for the lead. Ling Yu formed the formation.
I am wandering around, my left hand is wounded, my right blade is wounded... I am brave and brave, and I am strong and unstoppable. My body is dead, my spirit is my spirit, my soul is a ghost...
At the end of the song, the music gradually stopped, leaving only the subtle rustle of drizzle falling on the treetops on the roof.
But the melody still echoed in Zhang Ning's mind, lingering. He was stunned and shocked. Perhaps because of his habit of listening, a layman like Zhang Ning always believed that modern music is better than ancient elegant music.
But at this time, his thoughts had changed. Perhaps because of the slow spread of music in ancient times, many divine comedies were lost.
He didn't know how he got to the door of the upper room. He stretched out his hand and tried. The door was only ajar and he pushed it open by half an arm's width. The attendant in white clothes inside turned around and saw that it was Zhang Ning.
Move. Yao Ji also took her hand away from the piano, raised her head, and saw most of Zhang Ning's face behind the door. His handsome face had a calm and serious expression, and there was a trace of it.
Sadness and pity. Those who didn't know better thought he was coming back defeated.
The door was already opened, Zhang Ning walked into the room immediately, and Xu Wenjun also closed his umbrella and followed.
Zhang Ning was about to go up to bow to him when he found that there was still a long sword about half a man's height hanging on his waist, so he took it off, turned around and handed it to Wenjun behind him. The top of the scabbard touched the floor, and a thin stream of water shook down from it.
The beads wet the dry ground.
"My son, I pay my respects to my mother." Zhang Ning knelt down in front of Yao Ji and paid homage.
Yao Ji stood up and helped her up, then asked her attendant to bring a chair to sit on. She sat back down and said, "Did you hear the song I played just now? Before you left last time, you mentioned that you wanted to compose a 'national anthem'. I will compose it."
I’ve been thinking about it for a long time, but it feels too sad and might be ominous, so I’ll change it and say it again.”
"The song just now is very good, but as military music, it doesn't matter if there is some mourning. The ancients said that the soldiers who mourn will win. Our country was already destroyed. Hundreds of thousands of soldiers were lost in the 'Battle of Jingnan', and those who were killed when the country was destroyed
It is even more incalculable. Only after we have suffered defeats and lost our country can we understand the preciousness of victory."
Zhang Ning gradually got used to this way of talking, especially when others are around. Yao Ji has lived in seclusion in the mountains for so many years, but she still hasn't changed her dignified words and deeds. It seems to have become her habit. But this does not mean that they are not ordinary people.
His emotions were just concealed and suppressed; Zhang Ning was also used to such suppression and restraint.
Yao Ji said apologetically: "It's hard for me to forget those frightening days of being in exile... I originally wanted to compose a more festive and atmospheric song, but I couldn't write it..."
After hearing this, Zhang Ning was stunned for a while and felt distressed. Then he turned around and stretched out his hand: "Wenjun, where is the thing I brought back, that box."
He got the box, put it on the piano table, and said: "There are some jewelry here that I brought back. I hope you will like one of them..." Gradually he could not restrain his inner emotions and said again, "Hua
King Yang lives in Lizhou, and there is a royal palace in Lizhou, but the palace there is too small and not worthy of my mother... One day, I can lead my troops to capture a big palace and let you live in it..."
The attendants standing by could not help but glance sideways, looking at Zhang Ning with strange eyes.
Yao Ji looked into his eyes for a long time. She seemed to feel the uncontrollable turmoil in Zhang Ning's heart. After a long time, she said softly: "I don't necessarily need a palace. You can have this filial piety, which is enough to make me happy."
...What I need is you..." Yao Ji closed her red lips immediately after saying this, and her face turned slightly red.
She didn't even look at the jewelry on the piano table. The box was open, and the colorful decorations inside were very beautiful. However, she "fell out of favor" in front of a woman, and didn't even get a look. She was born to be a noble woman, plain.
Life is not suitable for her.
In Zhang Ning's eyes, the Yao Ji in front of her is no longer an elder, she seems to be a goddess. With her stunningly beautiful face and perfect skin and figure, she doesn't seem to age.
After a brief silence, Yao Ji finally moved her eyes away from Zhang Ning's face, and turned to look at the yard through the open door. The small yard had no scenery, only a few trees, and the classic house corridor.
It's not bad, but in the eyes of the ancients, such a house was ordinary.
"Are you still used to living here... The place is indeed too small, and you don't go out to walk around." Zhang Ning asked hurriedly.
Yao Ji smiled slightly: "It's a very good place. It's usually very quiet. Occasionally, chickens and dogs can hear each other."