A sad sound of the Qiang flute came from outside the city, and the old soldiers on duty on the city wall sang songs from their hometown in chorus, expressing their longing for their hometown.
On the contrary, on weekdays, the city gate is always crowded with caravans who want to enter the city. The captain of the city gate kept scolding the merchants who wanted to squeeze into the city gate. Although the city gate was chaotic, it still maintained basic order.
Today is different.
The noisy caravans lined up obediently and hurriedly entered the city, preparing identity documents in advance and waiting for inspection by the soldiers guarding the city.
Jia Mangzi is coming back!
Jia Hui, who must be the first to reach the battlefield, brought an indelible psychological shadow to all the tribes in the Western Regions.
Wearing heavy armor and wearing a devilish bronze mask, he led the Anxi cavalry like a landslide and rushed into the army like an arrow.
From Hami to Dihua and then to Ili.
No one can stop Jia Hui's charge, even once. What about Battelle, what about Kahalman, they were so angry on the spot that Jia Hui seemed to be able to crush everything.
The Timurid people were afraid of Jia Hui and called him Mang Gesi, the ten-foot copper-mouthed beast.
On the contrary, the businessmen liked Jia Hui somewhat, at least more than they liked Timur and the generals of the Anxi Army. As long as he brought out well-prepared good items, Jia Hui was never stingy, and he would even get a reward if he was happy.
But before that, let's go into the city before Jia Mangzi returns to the city.
There was a noise from the back of the team. A group of cavalry came to the city gate, said a few words to the captain, and then hurriedly rode into the city.
The city gate suddenly exploded, and the caravan at the back could only admit that they were unlucky and turned around and walked towards other city gates.
The old soldiers on the watchtower also crossed their legs and squinted their eyes, wanting to see General Xiao Jia immediately.
Not long after, the officials of the Protectorate who came to hand over came to the gate of the city again. Before they could stand still and say a few words, they heard the shouts of the lookout.
Jia Hui arrived.
Not long after returning to Yili to rest, Jia Hui received a summons from the Great Protector. He left the garrison troops behind and started to drive towards Dihua with eight thousand elite cavalry.
After completing the handover with the officials at the city gate, everything that needed to be done was done, and the rest was his business.
The leading official greeted Jia Hui.
"General Jia, the Protector General wants you to go to the Protector's Mansion immediately after you return to the city."
"Ah, what happened in such a hurry?" Jia Hui was a little confused.
"I don't know. The Protector-General just asked me to pass on a message. You will know when you arrive."
Riddler, get out of Dihua!
Jia Hui, who was full of questions, could only lead his soldiers to rush to the Governor's Mansion.
Temporary Protectorate.
Originally, the prime minister's palace of Timur Khan was a bit small, and no one was smart enough to propose using Timur Khan's palace as an office. It was only for temporary use.
The original location of the Protectorate's Palace was decided to be Ili. Materials had been collected as early as last year when Ili was captured. Now that the war is basically over, the construction of the Protectorate's Palace has begun.
Jia got off his horse and walked straight to the festival hall.
"The last general, the Anxi Iron Cavalry Commander, the Anxi Army Staff General, and Zhaoyong General Jia Hui are here to protect the general!"
For example, your name must be announced before the festival. Although everyone knows you, you can never go wrong by following the rules.
The owner of the festival hall, Lu Guan, the powerful general of the Western Region, put down the water glass in his hand.
"Well, General Jia, stand in front of the hall."
"I will obey your orders." Jia Hui didn't know why.
"Liu Canjun, call everyone over."
Liu Wei, who was sitting on the left side, quickly stood up and went out to call for someone with a serious face.
Jia Hui became more and more confused, "I would like to ask you, general, but what's the big deal?"
Lu Guan didn't hear anything and just looked down at the document.
Jia Hui became more and more anxious.
What should I do? Do I need to pay? No, I haven't taken off my armor yet, and it doesn't look like I'm going to be paid.
The festival hall became increasingly silent, with the only sound of Lu Guan flipping through documents.
Just when Jia Hui was planning where to drop grass, all the officials from the Duhu Mansion entered the Festival Hall.
The group of people said nothing, and were divided into two sides according to civil and military positions. Only Jia Hui stood in the center of the festival hall.
This group of people stared at Jia Hui.
Lu Guan finally spoke.
"Everyone," Lu Guan put down the document, glanced at the civil and military officials on both sides, and finally stopped at Jia Hui.
"There are people, even if they are not aware of it, they have never informed me about such a big thing."
Jia Hui's heart tightened. Was it known about Hu Ji who bought a dance music troupe? This doesn't seem to be anything, right?
Lu Guan's voice came from the hall again.
"If I hadn't been looking through the paperwork a few days ago, I wouldn't have known about this!"
Lu Guan glared at Jia Hui fiercely. Jia Hui's heart was lifted.
The sound of tea cups clashing with the table was heard in the hall, and the atmosphere in the festival hall became increasingly tense.
"Today is Jia Hui's birthday. You have worked hard during this period. Let's take this opportunity to have a good meal. It's a treat for the birthday girl."
After Lu Guan finished speaking, he couldn't help laughing.
"Congratulations to General Jia Shen!"
"Brother Hui, are you seventeen this year? Congratulations!"
Jia Hui, who had just been about to kidnap Lu Guan, seemed to have been dodged, and fell into confusion. Instinctively respond to the blessings of colleagues.
I've even thought about where to drop grass.
"Hehehe," Lu Guan also walked up to Jia Hui and patted him on the shoulder, "You are seventeen years old. The little monkey boy who followed me and yelled Grandpa Lu, Grandpa Lu, finally finally He has also experienced himself as a general who can lead troops to win battles on his own without losing the face of Jia Daishan."
After saying that, Lu Guan turned his head and gave an order, "Let's have dinner, let's have dinner. This guy is very rich and can take care of the wine!"
"Great!!!"
That night, the Duhu Mansion was brightly lit, and it was very lively as people exchanged cups and glasses. Everyone took this opportunity to vent their hard work over the past few days.
This group of civil and military officials came from the four towns in the northwest. Even the civil servants learned how to get drunk on that heavy land. Not only did they get others drunk, they also got themselves drunk.
Jia Hui saw that these normally serious people were acting wildly. If Lu Guan hadn't stopped them, they might have called a group of orchids to add to the fun.
so good.
. . . . . .
The next day.
The Duhu Mansion belongs to Jia Hui's public residence.
After being drunk for a while, he felt so good that he wanted to open his skull. Jia Hui weakly huddled in the chair covered with tiger skin and sipped the sobering soup in mouthfuls.
Hu Jiyueliduo, who was serving personally, looked at Jia Hui angrily.
"Master, you are only seventeen years old, how can you drink so much? Every time you drink, you feel uncomfortable all morning. You don't listen even when I tell you to drink less. How come you don't have a long memory?"
Yue Liduo took a spoonful of the hangover soup, blew the hot air to Jia Hui's mouth, and complained angrily.
"How can you not drink when you are fighting against a man?" Jia Hui blurted out, took another spoonful of soup, paused,
"Besides, yesterday was my birthday. I was so happy. When I was happy, I forgot your sister Yue Liduo's instructions and blamed me." Jia Hui twitched the corner of his mouth and started talking bad words.
Hearing that Jia Hui actually called her sister, Yue Liduo quickly replied: "It's not good for the young master to call me my sister. The young master is the golden branch of the Duke's palace, an invincible general who has won every battle, and a great hero of the Han people. Even this slave girl My life was saved by the young master, so how can I dare to be called my sister by you, the young master?"
Seeing Yue Liduo's panic, Jia Hui also smiled with satisfaction.
The flustered Yue Liduo is also very cute.
. . . . . .
Yue Liduo is one year older than Jia Hui.
Yue Liduo's family is a small silk merchant in Ili City. Mainly drinking soup behind the city lord's caravan.
I took some specialties from Ili to Dunhuang to sell in exchange for some medium-quality silks and satins. My main customers were families similar to myself in Ili City, and tribal leaders who had little money and wanted to buy some silks and satins to wear to prop up their appearance.
When Yue Liduo turned sixteen, she wanted to see the prosperity of the Central Plains. The old father also planned to expand the size of the caravan and prepare to go to the legendary Chang'an. With his daughter's beauty, if he could marry her to a local It would be perfect to have a powerful official as a concubine. The father and daughter hit it off and went on the road together.
Their journey was very smooth. The horse bandits who often robbed the road had been plowed by the Timurids several times. The Yue Liduo family's caravan also arrived in Hami safely and entered the territory of the Han people.
If the plan goes well, I can enter Guanzhong in a month or so.
But as expected, there was an accident.
It was the first year of Tiansheng.
As expected, all the caravans were killed and all the goods were looted. Just before he was about to be toyed with, a young man from the Han family rushed out from behind the dunes and shot the people surrounding him to death. Several Timurid soldiers on horseback pulled themselves up from the carriage and put on blankets.
For the first time, a person lived in the girl's heart.
If there wasn't a pool of blood splattered on him, the story would be perfect.
