"No, it's too dangerous, I don't agree!"
A big man with a simple and honest face shouted anxiously towards Cui He.
Early the next morning, while taking advantage of the time to get up and wash up, Cui He went to a small river beach where the small group held a morning meeting and told the story of the prince to the leaders of the runaway faction who were also officers with him.
As expected, most of them disagreed.
But it's not as bad as I thought, so I'll give it a shot.
Support four and oppose six.
"Why don't you bring it with you? It's not like you don't know what the prince has been through over the years. He has been implicated just like us."
"But what if it's a trick? What if it's Rabbit and Dao Master poaching us?"
"The Runaway Party."
"Yes, the running sect, Lao Cui, you are not afraid of ten thousand, just what if! What if the prince and the Taoist team up to do this?" The honest man racked his brains and began to find reasons.
"Bitter meat plan? Set up a game? Old Lin, who has been doing this for seven or eight years? And is the prince's hand still fake? In the past, it was all done by Mr. Zhang himself. We don't know whether he was injured or not, but the old man After Master Zhang passed away, wouldn’t it be replaced by his disciples?
There happened to be several people present, Lao Zhao, are you right? "
"Yes, every time the prince goes to the hospital, he is really injured, and his bones are often broken. I have treated the prince no less than ten times.
You can ask your sister-in-law if the prince's arm was broken by Dao Master this time, or was it the sister-in-law who set the bone and bandaged it with her own hands? "Hearing Cui He's inquiry, Lao Zhao nodded and helped Cui He prove it, and then rubbed his face vigorously with a wet towel.
He works in a medical house, how can he not know the condition of the prince?
It can be said that almost all the bones that can be broken in the body have been broken once. If it weren't for the old doctor who often stationed in the East Palace, their masters specialize in bruises and bone setting, and they are also very skilled in treating this.
The prince will definitely look very deformed!
This is why he chose to believe that the prince really wanted to run away without even thinking about it.
The prince is not a saint. Just like most people, when he is beaten like this, his first thought is definitely not "What did I do wrong that made Master beat me?", but most likely "It is never too late for a gentleman to take revenge in ten years." "Sooner or later, I will." This way.
However, according to the character of the prince, it is more likely to be like "Oh my god, what evil have I done to make me suffer these things, please save me!"
In short, Lao Zhao could not think of any reason why the prince insisted on rebelling.
Wei Ci, Sun Laodao and others are not stupid either. They know very well how they treat the crown prince, and if they succeed in the future, they will not give this evil son the slightest chance to taint his power.
Either find a lot of women for the prince to lock up in the harem to give birth to children until they die, control the court yourself, and then find the right time to kill him and help the young master take the throne.
Or find someone else.
We must know that the late emperor’s real eldest son, the current Prince Yizhong, is still alive!
According to these people's enthusiasm for the late emperor, the probability of handing over the throne and power to Prince Yizhong is not small!
Looking at Lao Zhao who was staring at the water with distracted eyes, Cui He curled his lips.
This guy is starting to have random thoughts again!
"Old Zhao started to think nonsense again, let's talk about it."
Everyone around them nodded. This kind of thing happened not once or twice. Everyone decisively ignored Lao Zhao and continued the discussion.
"Old Cui, it's useless to talk too much. We can't look at the Crown Prince pitifully, so what does he mean by that? Do you have a certificate of surrender?" Old Lin spoke, and several people squatting beside him nodded in agreement, thinking You have to pay something to make everyone feel at ease, right?
"Ahem, I gave you two things. One of them was too expensive, so I didn't take it, but this one is fine."
Just as he was talking, Cui He raised his head slightly and glanced at his companion who was standing there brushing his teeth in a daze. In fact, he was looking at the surroundings. The companion nodded slightly, and Cui He felt relieved and took out a small cloth bag from his arms.
"Here, the sandalwood plaque with the identity of the Crown Prince written on it. I heard in the early years that the legitimate son of the clan used white jade plates, the concubine used variegated jade plates, and the evil son used the sandalwood plaque."
"Wait a minute, Brother Cui, even if you are a naughty child, can you still have a plaque to report to the clan mansion?"
"There may be a rule for giving sandalwood signs, but not many princes would hand over the Niezi's sign." Cui He was stunned for a moment and expressed his guess.
Jia Hui's wave of noble sons who went to the frontiers were called "the evil army". Isn't it because the Qi Dynasty officially recognized the existence of evil sons?
But it is officially recognized, but privately it is hard to say why.
After all, entering the family tree means that the family property can be divided!
As more and more senior concubines have emerged and achieved great achievements in the past two thousand years, and for some other reasons, everyone's disdain and malice towards the status of concubine has been greatly reduced. In some places, there are even cases where the concubine and the legitimate son share the family property equally. Habit!
Although the legitimate son is still very important these days and can scold and scold his concubine brothers, it is no longer like in the early years when he could deal with them at will and not regard his concubine brothers as human beings.
But Niezi is different. Niezi is a concubine whose status is much lower than that of a concubine. Keeping an outhouse is a matter of closing the door and talking to brothers at any time, but opening the door does not help. You will be criticized by the whole society, and your family will be in trouble.
Why do you keep an outside house? Is it because your wife doesn't let you take concubines that's why you're so secretive?
It's over, your wife's reputation is over, a jealous person will never be able to escape.
Everyone knows this truth, so even if it is officially recognized, unless it is necessary to say it out (such as when one of the direct descendants of each family went to war), everyone still hides the evildoer tightly. How long can it be hidden? How long is it
This is true for ordinary people, let alone the former Prince of the East Palace!
Therefore, even if the current crown prince has a rosewood plaque representing the identity of the royal evil son, the clan mansion must not know about this person.
Otherwise, the sea arrest documents would have been issued long ago to search the mountains and seas. How would there be a place for them, the so-called orphans of the East Palace?
"Okay, even if this thing is useless, then the other one comes here!" Cui He reacted in time and quickly closed his mouth.
I almost said that!
What is so mysterious? Still secretive
Everyone was full of doubts, but seeing Cui He's solemn look, everyone still did as he was told and gathered around Cui He.
"Private seal."
After speaking quickly, Cui He closed his mouth and began to raise his head and look around.
"Private seal, what private seal can prove it?"
"Good boy, first."
"It's better to strike first!"
Cui He, who was squatting by the stream, suddenly got angry and took a handful of stream water and splashed it on Old Lin's face. Old Lin suddenly became cold and alert, and then he got angry and was about to curse, but he found Cui He facing him. He's winking at himself!
Damn you, you splashed me and you didn't get enough, and you started to provoke me.
Oh no!
After realizing something, Old Lin also picked up the small wooden basin in his hand and scooped it into the stream, and immediately dumped it upside down on Cui He's head.
By the way, Old Zhao, who was still thinking wildly, was also affected and wet his pants. The confused Old Zhao turned his head to see who was plotting against him, but he was suddenly frightened to death!
Damn it, that open-mouthed old guy is here!
"Death to the cub!"
With quick eyes and quick hands, he grabbed his companion next to him, kicked off his legs and took him into the creek.
. . . . . .
"The heavy hills are like hugging a mountain, like squatting, bending the self-esteem of Qinchuan"
"good!"
"Good poem, good poem, worthy of being a great uncle, he can describe the dangerous victory of Tongguan in just two sentences."
In the small pavilion on Linzhi Plateau where Tongguan is located, a group of high-ranking officials and dignitaries accompanying the driver were sorting out and reciting poems.
"Haha, I've made a fool of myself, which colleague should I take next?"
Xia Tong suppressed the pride in his heart, stroked his beard and said modestly.
"Haha, yes!" Li Yan had a flash of inspiration and took a step forward to look at the seemingly indestructible Tongguan.
When the group of people who had also prepared sentences saw that the Chief Assistant was coming to show off, they quickly retreated, looking like they were all listening and looking forward to it.
"Well, heaven and earth joined forces to open the emperor's house, and mountains and rivers joined together to close the dragon gate."
"Good! Good sentence!"
"As expected of Mr. Li Ge"
Another flattery came at Li Yan for free. He grinned happily and kept cupping his hands at the person behind him, saying that he was ashamed.
"Lin Qianxian is here! Come on, come on, will you say a few words?"
Seeing the big bosses of the Six Ministries stealing the show, the imperial censors of the Metropolitan Procuratorate quit their jobs. How could these senior officials of the Six Ministries be more beautiful than before?
However, these censors are very good at writing articles, but what about poetry?
Suddenly, they remembered that there was a Tanhualang (rumor) in the team who once won the favor of a noble lady from the Rong Dynasty with a love poem, so everyone pulled Lin Ruhai over, looking helpless like a duck.
"You are really. Well, I'm going to make a fool of myself." Lin Ruhai cast a resentful glance at the subordinates behind him. Originally, he just wanted to join in the fun, but he didn't expect to be stabbed in the back by his teammates and forced to be pushed out.
But it’s already here, so let’s go on with a few sentences.
"Ahem. Yes!"
In fact, Lin Ruhai, who had already prepared the draft, pretended to think about it for a moment, then his eyes lit up and he took a step forward.
"The sound of oars is heard in the stream, and the willow color is dim in the distant village."
"Okay, okay!"
Looking at the several sampans crossing the fast Yellow River, everyone expressed their opinions.
Good sentence!
"It's so good. I collected my thoughts in front of my eyes and focused my gaze around the river pavilion. Just as we were standing in the river pavilion, immersed in the meditation of Tongguan Xingsheng and Qin Zhongdi, there was a sound of "vomiting", and the I'm waiting to wake up.
When looking for the wind, I saw a small boat crossing the current. Behind it was the willow-colored far bank and a vaguely manageable village.
A tranquil and distant scene is depicted with light ink, and the majestic and thrilling realm formed by the couplet made by Da Zongbo and Da Sinong seems like two completely different worlds, faintly conveying the feeling of awakening from meditation. That confused mood. "
At this moment, Tang Xian, a songwriter and songwriter who had already been transferred to the Ministry of Rites as a minister, jumped out and started doing reading comprehension.
In the distance, Jia Hui stood alone on the cliff with his hands behind his back, overlooking the newly built wall several decades ago and the turbid river flowing eastward, seemingly never drying up.
This is the most dangerous place where Jia Yuan, the Zhongwu Gong of Rongguo, the direct ancestor of Jia Huizheng'er in the Eight Classics, fought in the army throughout his life.
This is the second time Jia Hui has come to Tongguan. The last time was when he conquered the Heshuote Khanate and returned to Luoyang to receive the reward. At that time, the spring breeze was so proud that the horse's hoofs were broken, and it was the time when his spirit was at its highest. How could he pay homage to this place properly? The four towns are at the throat, but where is the first danger in the region?
"Brother!"
The handsome young man covered in mud ran towards Jia Hui, followed by a slender little boy who was also covered in mud.
It has been raining for the past two days, and there are mud puddles all over the place. Almost everyone went directly into Guancheng without getting off their horses. That is to say, it was the men on horses and the gentlemen in sedans who did not have to go to the ground, who came to the plateau regardless of the mud. Go crazy in the pavilion.
"Brother Lian, brother Cong, come here!" Jia Hui turned around with a smile and waved to them.
The two of them ran to Jia Hui obediently.
"Look, that's the place where our ancestors in Rongguo Mansion, our great-great-grandfather fought a bloody battle."
As he spoke, Jia Hui raised his hand and pointed at the first pass.
"Back then, Duke Zhongwu, our great-grandfather, led Daqi's main force of 300,000 troops and more than a hundred artillery pieces, and Qianliang's main force of nearly 400,000 troops faced off and fought here."
"Ah, there are so few people? How did the ancestor win?" Jia Lian asked in shock.
"What else can we do? We've already reached this point, how can we not fight? Besides, if the side with more people can win, then your eldest brother and I would have hung up on the plateau in someone's bunker. It’s dry in the wind.”
"How did you win?" Jia Cong was also very curious.
"Haha, at that time our army was divided into three groups to exterminate Liang. On the other side, the ancestors of Dongfu came with 100,000 people to attack from the south, but were restrained by Wuguan guard Hu Lu Changqing. Even though we stormed Tongguan, we failed to break through. The other way is..."
"That dog, that donkey. That one Shi Yuanshan who killed a thousand swords brought an army of one hundred thousand." A familiar voice came from behind. The three brothers looked back and saw the two brothers Shi Nai and Shi Ding with angry faces. He came over and brought a boy with him to rub the dog's head angrily.
"That dog. That thing that kills a thousand swords can usually fight with the strength of the crowd. It can only bring 20,000 to 30,000 people at most. Once the number of people is large, it will be a bit stretched. However, the Liang army who fought with him The general is still the flower general Wei Ming." At this point, Shi Nai gradually gritted his teeth.
"Then the 100,000-strong army was dispersed by Wei Ming's 20,000 light cavalry and 1,000 more cavalry. Shi Yuanshan was so frightened that he abandoned the army and fled. Before he could run away, Wei Ming caught him. In order to survive. That guy's fucking Surrender!" After saying this, the two of them became furious!
If it weren't for Shi Yuanshan's involvement in Killing Thousand Swords, their grandfather Shi Tao would have been the Duke of Qi long ago!
But just because of Shi Yuanshan, their grandfather's brother and their old uncle who they were too embarrassed to talk about, they only got a prince.
The county official didn’t even get it!
"Yes, it is really unjust for the old minister to lose this title."
Hearing the noise, a group of senior officials who had been reciting poems just now also came over to check. After hearing the words of the Second Marquis of Shi Jia, they all expressed their agreement.
"Xiaoguan Tang Xian has an unkind request. I wonder if the Taiwei can fulfill it?"
A sudden voice came out, and Tang Xian looked at Jia Hui with burning eyes.
Although the Taiwei's play is a mess, the poems are eye-catching.
"You want me to write the last couplet? OK."
Jia Hui, who had been listening to people paying attention to the pavilion from all directions, naturally listened to all the sentences written by the three people. Jia Hui turned around and looked at Tongguan and Dahe.
"My eyes are full of waves and the past is over. Who can talk about the melancholy in the past years?"
(End of chapter)
