Perhaps it was the influence of the tragic battle to seize the rightful son in the last years of Zhaowu. It can be said that the Second Saint devoted all his efforts to the cultivation of Prince Liu Hong.
Not only did he reset the six rates of the East Palace to give Liu Hong a loyal army, but he also brought several outstanding military talents of the younger generation under the command of the East Palace. Tied to the East Palace.
In this battle in Hexi, the prince Liu Hong went to the front line in person. The 200,000 troops in Hexi directly bore the mark of the prince and became one of the military forces of the future emperor.
Among the generals who were rewarded in this battle, half of them were more or less related to Liu Hong. Many families who originally waited and watched regretted it, especially the stupid overlord Xue Pan who became a rookie in the army and made many people's eyes red.
Although the actual position has not changed, and he is still the prince Zuofu, his rank has been promoted three levels in a row, entering the third rank of purple robe.
Moreover, the emperor valued Xue Pan, who was a bit stubborn and silly, and believed that this person would be the most suitable person to be the commander of the personal guard under his son.
A fool like this who will never go east if you ask him to go east is too precious.
So the emperor issued a decree to posthumously seal Xue's father, and at the same time granted Mrs. Xue the imperial edict of a third-grade lady, directly raising the lintel of the Xue family to the level of a minister of the Sixth Ministry.
The most obvious change in the raising of the Xue family's lintel is Baochai's marriage. In the past few years, Mrs. Xue has been worried about her daughter's marriage, but every family in the capital has always married women from high-ranking families, and they think that the Xue family is no more than a royal merchant family. Baochai lost his father when he was young, so even a seventh-ranking official in the capital is not happy. Married to the Xue family.
Now Xue Pan has become a rookie in the East Palace, and Baochai, who is already sixteen years old, has suddenly become a favorite. In just two days, several waves of matchmakers have walked into the gate of Xue Mansion.
Mrs. Xue happily told Baochai about the young talents, but Baochai showed little interest in them. Taking advantage of Xue Pan's visit to Rongguo Mansion, he boarded a carriage and went to Jia's house for refuge.
Baochai opened the car curtain a crack and looked at the lively crowd on the street, feeling a touch of sadness in her heart.
A girl's feelings, who doesn't want to have a sweetheart who is in love with her.
But she was raised by her father since she was a child and has great ambitions. She doesn't want to be trapped in the back house and fight to the death for a man.
People who propose marriage to the family are either people who want to gain popularity or are just greedy for beauty. No matter which one it is, in the end you will just be like a beautiful vase, placed in the back house, unable to get ahead for the rest of your life.
Unlike Daiyu, she was of noble birth, and now she was adopted as an adopted daughter by His Majesty and became the distinguished Princess Wen'an.
With the status of a princess, Daiyu could enter and leave the palace, make suggestions for the country, and even help the concubines in the palace and the noble daughters of the clan to help those in need, winning praise from civil and military officials and people in the capital.
As for herself, she just came out to inspect her family's shop, but it was rumored that she was out in public and unruly, and even her marriage was not favored...
"If my sister has a sweetheart, you might as well tell me about it and I can have someone check it out. This will make you feel more at ease."
Xue Pan was a straight man. He couldn't understand why his sister was always in a bad mood when talking about marriage. He thought it was just like in the playbook, that he had a crush on a poor scholar and did not dare to tell his family.
ah?
Baochai was startled by the big face that suddenly came over to her. She blushed, pursed her lips, and shook her head.
When Xue Pan saw Baochai blushing, he thought he had spoken to her heart, and immediately began to recall in his mind the people he could come into contact with.
After thinking about it, Xue Pan finally sighed: "Oh, Brother Cong is good, but my sister can't be a concubine for Brother Cong!"
Um?
After Baochai was embarrassed, she was actually amused by her brother's messy mandarin duck music. She envied the childhood sweetheart relationship between Jia Cong and Daiyu, but she really had no affection for Jia Cong.
She gave Xue Pan a roll of her eyes: "Brother, what are you thinking about? I'm five years older than Brother Cong. I just...just...forget it, let's not talk about it anymore. My brother's gifts to several masters." Have you brought them all? Don’t leave any master behind."
Baochai's stiff change of topic only worked for Xue Pan. Xue Pan pointed to the things on the carriage behind him and replied: "I have them all with me. I checked them before going out. Master Three and Master Seven like wine the most. , I brought all the fine wine given by the palace..."
The brother and sister chatted incessantly, and soon arrived at the gate of Rongguo Mansion on Ningrong Street.
The Xue family had lived in Rongguofu for more than a year, and Ergouzi recognized Xue Pan from a distance.
Not long after, the two were welcomed into the mansion by Jia Cong and Baoyu. Baochai was taken to Rongxi Hall by Wang Xifeng, while Xue Pan brought gifts to visit the soldiers of Rongguo Mansion who had taught him martial arts.
Today is Xiu Mu, and Jia Zheng and Lin Ruhai are both at home.
The luncheon was held in the front hall. Several people talked about the merit-based rewards in the previous two days, and Mr. Zheng praised Xue Pan repeatedly.
Praise comes after praise, but Mr. Zheng still repeatedly told Xue Pan not to be arrogant and complacent, but to be loyal to the country and do things with heart.
Lin Ruhai also had a similar attitude. After praising Xue Pan, he told him some rules in the officialdom and also gave Xue Pan several books on the art of war.
Xue Pan was more afraid of scholars like Mr. Zheng and Lin Tanhua than pardoning the great master, and he repeatedly said yes, making Jia Cong and Baoyu who were sitting next to him suppress their laughter.
This meal made Xue Pan's forehead covered with sweat. He finally relaxed after seeing off his elders.
"Brother Cong, I will return to Hexi in a few days..."
The prince Liu Hong is still in Hexi, so Xue Pan, the prince's personal guard, naturally cannot leave for too long.
Jia Cong thought of what he had agreed with the prince earlier, nodded and said: "That's just in time. Brother Xue will help me bring a letter to His Highness when he leaves. I won't be able to go for a while. I have to take the test for the provincial examination this autumn. If you are lucky enough to pass the provincial examination, you will not miss next spring."
The rural examination will be on the eighth day of next month, and there are only ten days left before that day. Although Jia Cong was still thinking about the promotion of potatoes and corn in Hexi, he had no time to go there.
Fortunately, the prince will be in Hexi, sitting in the rear area for Prince Teng during the Western Expedition, and keeping an eye on the local officials in Hexi. He must not let the great promotion cause that has just begun be aborted midway.
"No wonder you haven't even left the house these past two days. It turns out you are preparing for the provincial examination..."
Xue Pan looked like he suddenly understood, and nodded in response: "Don't worry, I will deliver the letter safely to His Highness. By the way, I almost forgot about business. Yi Lan asked me to send a message, saying that he wants to see you."
Jia Cong said in surprise: "Yi Lan wants to see me?"
Xue Pan replied affirmatively: "Well, after Yilan entered the capital, he was placed in the Sifang Pavilion. His Majesty sent me to take Yilan to visit the capital. He told me on the way back to the Sifang Pavilion. But you are busy preparing for the Qiu exam. Wei, do you want me to help you reject this matter?"
Jia Cong smiled indifferently and shook his head: "No, I would like to hear what this Wala Khan has to say to me."
"That's right. With Brother Cong's talent, it's just a provincial examination. It's no problem to get the top prize."
He didn't mean it as a compliment, it was because Jia Cong had left such a deep impression on him in the past few years.
It seems that no matter what happens, it can be solved easily in front of Jia Cong...
Huh? Got it!
Xue Pan suddenly slapped his head: "Brother Cong, can you do me a favor?"
"What are you busy with? What trouble did Brother Xue encounter?"
"It's not my sister's marriage. I don't like anyone who comes to my house to propose marriage. Brother Cong is famous and has many connections. Can you help me look at each other?"
Xue Pan thought of the exchange with Baochai on the way, with a look of regret on his face: "Oh, at the beginning I was still thinking of pairing my sister with you..."
Phew~
Baoyu on the side suddenly squirted the tea far away and looked at Xue Pan in shock.
Jia Cong's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Brother Xue, you are too stupid. Sister Bao is more than five years older than me."
The more Xue Pan talked about this, the more regretful he became. He couldn't help but stare at Jia Cong and shook his head in annoyance: "No, it would be nice if you were three or five years older..."
Jia Cong always felt that Xue Pan's eyes were always looking at his crotch, so he hurriedly waved his hands and said: "It doesn't matter if you are three or five years older. I will only marry Sister Lin in this life. Brother Xue, don't mess with me. But Bao My sister’s marriage is indeed a bit bumpy. The old lady has to take action in this matter. The brothers in the capital are basically in her old man’s book. "
Baochai was left at home temporarily by the old lady. Of course, Baochai asked Daiyu to intervene in this matter. She really didn't want to go home and face her mother's thoughts, so she could hide away for a while.
After Xue Pan came home, she also gave some persuasion. Only then did Mrs. Xue realize that she had ignored her daughter's thoughts before, and she regretted it.
But then he thought of the status and connections of the old lady in Rongguo Mansion, and clapped his hands and said: "Look, how come I forgot about the old lady. Tomorrow I will go to Rongguo Mansion to visit the old lady and ask her to look after your sister. of……"
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Putting aside Baochai's marriage, Jia Cong came to Sifang Pavilion on the second day.
The person in charge of managing the Sifang Pavilion is his old acquaintance Nie Chaoyi, who has been promoted to the chief guest of the Ministry of Rites and the official of the Qing Dynasty.
Hearing that Jia Cong was going to see Wala Khan Yilan, he hurriedly sent someone to arrange the meeting.
Jia Cong, accompanied by Nie Chaoyi, strolled around the Sifang Pavilion and asked casually: "What have Yilan been doing these days?"
"Uncle Hui, it's strange to say that Yilan's whole person has changed since he visited the capital a few times..."
Nie Chaoyi couldn't describe the change in Yilan. After thinking for a long time, he said: "Xiaoguan feels that Yilan seems to have lost the vigilance and sharpness he had when he first came to the capital. He has become much calmer."
Um?
Jia Cong suddenly stopped: "Where has he been before?"
"Dongxifang City, Imperial College, Yangjiyuan, etc... By the way, he also specially asked General Xue to take him outside the city, saying that he wanted to meet ordinary farmers in Daxia and see how they live. What kind of day is it.”
Nie Chaoyi's answer made Jia Cong think deeply. He couldn't figure out Yi Lan's thoughts, but he had an idea in his mind. The possibility of this idea was a bit unbelievable.
"Forget it, no more guessing, let's go and listen to what Yi Lan has to say."
When Jia Cong saw Yi Lan, the changes in Yi Lan were indeed incredible.
Yilan can be favored by Aluota and pushed to the position of Wala Khan, which naturally has many advantages.
For example, bravery is what prairie people value most.
There were several conflicts between Jia Cong and Yi Lan. In Jia Cong's impression, the Wala Khan was like a sharp blade or a hungry wolf, sharp and fearsome.
But now Yilan has put on Han Chinese brocade clothes and stands in front of Jia Cong like a gentle member of the Communist Party of China...
"Uncle Yongfeng, don't be surprised. I am doing as the Romans do in my hometown. I can't go out wearing tiled robes and be stared at like a monkey charmer."
Yi Lan didn't look like a prisoner at all. He bowed awkwardly and sat facing Jia Cong.
Jia Cong put away his surprise, took a sip of herbal tea, and asked doubtfully: "What's the matter with the Khan inviting me over?"
Yilan looked hopeful and asked nervously: "I heard that the potatoes and corns that feed the people of Great Xia were cultivated by Uncle Yongfeng. I wonder if they can be grown on the grassland?"
"Yes or no, why is Khan asking about this?"
Yilan's question made Jia Cong even more confused. Did he still want Daxia to send potatoes and corn to Wala for planting? Only fools do things that benefit the enemy.
Jia Cong seemed to be smiling but not smiling. He stared at Yi Lan with a complicated expression for a long time. Seeing that his mouth opened and closed without making any sound, he drank tea and watched the show in silence.
Before he could swallow his sip of tea, he heard Yi Lan suddenly say: "If Wala becomes the capital of Daxia, can His Majesty the Emperor treat the people of Wala as Han people and plant potatoes, corn and other sacred things in Wala?" ?”
Phew~
The tea in Jia Cong's mouth sprayed far away. Even Yi Lan's face was covered with tea. He just wiped it with a handkerchief and looked at Jia Cong quietly, waiting for his reply.
"I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it..."
Yilan acted very calmly and shook his head: "It's okay, Uncle Yongfeng hasn't answered this question yet."
Jia Cong really couldn't figure out why Yi Lan suddenly had such a shocking idea. After thinking about it, he asked directly: "Khan, can you answer me a question first..."
"Uncle Yongfeng wants to ask why this Khan wants Oara to be completely integrated into the Celestial Empire?"
Seeing Jia Cong nodding, Yi Lan sighed: "Actually, I was already thinking about this when I was passing by Henan. Uncle Yongfeng was born in Rongguo Mansion, so he should know the rules of the grassland. The strong live and the weak die." Every winter, there will be a shortage of food on the grassland. At this time, the old and the weak will be driven out of the camp. Life or death depends on God's will..."
This kind of thing is not limited to the grasslands. Except for the Central Plains Dynasty, which has always governed the country with filial piety, none of the surrounding vassal states have similar rules.
The Japanese country abandoned their old people in the mountains. When they were short of food in winter, they carried their old parents to the mountains and abandoned them.
There are also earthen jar tombs in southern Xinjiang. After the age of sixty, descendants will place them in the cemetery. After delivering meals every day, they will build a tomb brick until the tomb is sealed.
Even the Central Plains Dynasty was fine when it was in its prime, but there were many similar situations in troubled times.
"Uncle Yongfeng, I know that I am not a good person, but since Changshengtian has made me the Great Khan of Oara, I have to think about the people of Oara. The Celestial Empire has such gods as potatoes and corn, whether it is Oara or Tatar Neither Tartar nor Tartar can be the opponent of the Celestial Empire."
When Yi Lan talked about potatoes and corn, he became excited: "The Choros family will not treat the people of Wala as human beings, and Aluotai will only consider the glory and wealth of the Choros family. But I am different, I am Great Khan of the Oara people, I don’t want the people of Oara to die in a war without any hope.”
"I want the Oara people to be like you Han people, no longer killing their parents and abandoning their children for food."
"I saw with my own eyes that ordinary people in Guanzhong, Henan, and Gyeonggi carried big bowls and ate with big mouthfuls. I also want the people in Oara to be able to eat three meals a day and sit around with their families and relax. Eat on your belly.”
"Uncle Yongfeng, you don't have to doubt my intentions. If you have never personally given your wet nurse to the wild wolves, or personally ordered the abandonment of the old and weak in the clan, you will not understand the nightmare that I had every night last winter. How terrible.”
"When I go into battle to kill the enemy, I won't be afraid no matter how many enemy heads I chop off. But those tribesmen died under my orders. Every face that appears in my dream makes me lose the courage to even raise my head."
Yilan said a lot in one breath, and every sentence seemed to be exhausted, until the end was like a roar, making him blush.
After hearing the roar in the hall, the officials of the Ministry of Rites and the guards opened the door.
Jia Cong waved his hand and asked him to step back.
"Yi Lan, I don't know whether I should believe you or not. But there is one thing you said is right..."
Jia Cong stood up and said solemnly: "You are the Khan of Oara. You should think carefully about the people of Oara. The Great Xia cavalry will definitely enter the grassland again. The life or death of the Oara people actually depends on you." In one thought.”
Yilan had calmed down and smiled bitterly.
After all, the Borjijin family once ruled the land under their feet. Whether it was the Han people or the Ora people, whoever could keep the people full would be their king.
During the Zhaowu period, the Supreme Emperor defeated Oara and became the Heavenly Khan of the Oara people. Those short thirty years were actually the best time for the Oara people to live.
At least every winter, Tian Khan would give Oara a large amount of food, allowing more Oara people to survive.
It is precisely because of this that the people of Wala would shout long live in reverence whenever they mentioned Emperor Zhaowu. Even if the two countries become hostile again, the Oara people will not speak ill of Tian Khan.
"Uncle Yongfeng, you know that the power of the Wala Khan Court is not in my hands..."
"It does not matter!"
Jia Cong shook his head: "If the Khan really wants the people of Oara to become the true subjects of His Majesty Tian Khan, he only needs to write to the court and formally request the court in the name of Oara Khan to return to the motherland."
"motherland?"
Yilan murmured to himself, repeating these two words.
Jia Cong nodded: "The land established by our ancestors and passed down from generation to generation is the motherland. Do you know that whether it is Oara or Tatar, it has been an inseparable part of the Celestial Empire since ancient times!"
Yi Lan was confused. He had little education, but he always felt that there was something wrong with what Jia Cong said, but he couldn't tell him.
Jia Cong said with certainty: "The Classic of Mountains and Seas: The Great Wilderness Northern Classic says, 'In the Great Wilderness, there is a mountain called Arctic Cabinet, and the sea water is in the north.' There is also "Liezi·King Mu of Zhou", which says, "Eastern Pole" There is a country in the north, a country where the sun never sets. Its earth atmosphere is always burning, and the remaining light of the sun and moon shines. Its soil does not grow good seedlings, and its people eat grass and roots, and they do not know how to eat fire.' Let's talk about "Huainanzi", which includes: It is said that 'the extreme north starts from Jiuze, the extreme of poor summer and darkness, and reaches the valley of Lingzheng in the north. There are freezing cold, accumulated ice, snow and hail, and a field of flowing water, Zhuan Xiang Xuanming is in charge of it'..."
"Yilan, these ancient books of sages all have records about the North. It can be seen that our ancestors traveled in the far north in ancient times. Not to mention, since the Han Dynasty, the people on the grasslands have recognized the Emperor of Han as his The lord of the world. It’s just that every time there is a war, separatist regimes arise again.”
Yi Lan felt dizzy when Jia Cong dropped his book bag, and sighed in his heart that the other party was worthy of being a disciple of Liuyuan Wenkui.
Although it was not clear whether what Jia Cong said was true, at least he believed it more than three points.
Jia Cong licked his dry lips: "Yilan, is it the king's land in the world? You said that the sages have recorded the grassland in ancient books since ancient times. The Emperor of Han Dynasty became the emperor of the grassland people thousands of years ago. Could it be that Wala Shouldn’t it be natural to return to the motherland?”
Yi Lan nodded subconsciously, then regained consciousness and wanted to shake his head, but saw Jia Cong staring into his eyes, so he almost shuddered.
"Yes, yes, Uncle Yongfeng is right. Wala has been an inseparable part of the Celestial Empire since ancient times. It is time to return to the motherland and share the supreme blessings of His Majesty the Celestial Khan with the Han people!"
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