The soldiers of the Anxi Army who had been watching from the sidelines until now, turning a blind eye to the quarrel between the Ministry of War and the Weiwei Temple, when Fang Jun rode his horse forward, they all turned over and dismounted, patted their chests with one hand, and then Kneeling on one knee, they shouted in unison: "We see Fang Shaobao!"
His movements were crisp and neat, he didn't care about the rain and mud on the ground when he knelt down on one knee, his voice was loud and his morale was high.
Muffled thunderous shouts could be heard far away in the silent rainy night.
Fang Jun jumped off his horse, his boots stepping on the muddy water, with a drizzle of rain on his head. Looking at the dark Anxi soldiers in front of him, he raised his hand and said warmly: "Everyone, please stand up!"
Hundreds of people responded in unison: "Here!"
With a "wow" sound, all the soldiers stood up straight from the muddy water, put their hands behind their backs, raised their chests and raised their heads, their morale high.
Fang Jun met a pair of ardent and respectful eyes, and his heart was unavoidable for a moment. When his mind was hot, he subconsciously blurted out: "Brothers, thank you for your hard work!"
The soldiers of Anxi Army were stunned.
These words are obviously condolences and should be replied to, but could the reply be "not hard"? The Western Region has a harsh climate, rolling yellow sand, and is surrounded by barbarians with ulterior motives. They always have to face the enemy's open swords and hidden arrows, and they fight bloody battles alone. How can it not be hard?
The reply was “Are you right?”
That's too unreserved...
The soldiers were confused for a moment and looked at each other. Finally, under the leadership of the captain, they adopted the words that the commander usually used when ordering troops to go into battle: "Until the blood is shed, there will be no truce!"
"We will not fight until the blood dries out!"
"We will not fight until the blood dries out!"
Three times in a row, the high-pitched oath was shouted out by the soldiers at the top of their lungs, shaking people's hearts and blood!
The officials of Weiwei Temple looked surprised.
Everyone knows that Fang Jun’s achievements are world-renowned, and they all know that Fang Jun is now an idol worshiped by young men in the army. From top to bottom, the entire army is proud of pursuing Fang Jun, and he has become a rising star in the army. There are several forces including Su Dingfang, Xue Rengui, Liu Rengui, Liu Renyuan, Cheng Wuting, Gao Kan, and even Xue Wanche, Pei Xingfang... They may seem immature, but in fact they already have the image of their own sect.
However, Fang Jun's high prestige in the military still surprised Weiwei Temple officials who were below Du Gulan.
From the beginning to the end, Fang Jun never took charge of the Anxi Army. Whether it was the previous Shenji Battalion, the Navy, or even the Youtun Guards, they had little to do with the Anxi Army. When Xue Rengui went to the Western Regions to take office, he only brought a small number of soldiers with him. At least for now, these soldiers were not Xue Rengui's direct descendants.
But even these soldiers, who had never met each other and had nothing to do with each other, burst into high respect after Fang Jun arrived!
Dugu Lan looked at the Anxi soldiers behind him who were as straight as javelins, and then at Fang Jun who was strolling over. He took a deep breath, twitched the corners of his mouth to suppress the shock on his face, and turned it into an unnatural smile. He smiled and said: "As people get older, they inevitably sleep less. They are thinking about their responsibilities, fearing that they will betray His Majesty's trust. How can they sleep when they are frightened and trembling?"
Fang Jun took two steps forward and stood in front of him, with a warm smile on his face. He ignored the sarcasm in Dugu Lan's words. Instead, he stretched out his hand to hold Dugu Lan's arm and said affectionately: "In this life, there will always be Ruocao." Mu Yiqiu, even if he lives a hundred years, his life will only last for thirty thousand years. Young people like us still need to risk their lives for fame and wealth. People like the old prince who have achieved fame and fortune should regard fame and wealth as clouds and smoke. If you can sleep well and live well, you can live less and less every day, so why bother with speculation and speculation?"
Ho!
When the people around him heard this, they couldn't help but twitch their mouths...
When you say "every day you live loses your life" in front of an old man, you are probably afraid that he will die and want to piss him off to death, right?
Although they felt that Fang Jun's words were a bit excessive, no one dared to interrupt.
Including officials from Weiwei Temple...
Dugu Lan was so angry that his eyes bulged, his white beard curled up, and he was about to retort, but before the words came out, he felt that Fang Jun was using force when supporting his arm, and he couldn't help but take two steps forward, wanting to Although the momentum was over, how could it match Fang Jun's strength?
Seeing that his feet were not working as he walked towards the carriage, Dugu Lan was furious: "Hey, hey, you bastard, do you want to hold me hostage?"
Fang Jun said with a smile: "Look what you said, no one would dare to hold you hostage if I hold you hostage. It's rainy and cold, and I'm afraid that the old prince's body and bones won't be able to bear it. If something bad happens, your children and grandchildren won't be able to spare you... Come on." Come on, if you have anything to say, let’s talk in the car.”
Before Dugu Lan could struggle, he sped up his feet and exerted a little force on his hands. He supported Dugu Lan's arm with one hand, and held his shoulder with the other hand, almost lifting Dugu Lan up. There was wind on his feet, and he arrived in front of the carriage in a few steps. The soldiers stepped forward and lifted the curtain, and Fang Jun stuffed Dugulan into the carriage...
All the Weiwei Temple officials looked at each other, not knowing what to do.
Dugu Lan was stuffed into the carriage and shouted angrily: "Fang Er! Even if my father meets me, he must be respectful and don't dare to make any mistakes. How dare you be disrespectful to me because you have taken the courage of a leopard?"
He was so angry that he didn't even say "Your Majesty", but used titles like "Father".
Originally, he was cheating all the way by relying on his status and qualifications, leaving everyone in the Ministry of War helpless, but he didn't expect Fang Jun to "repay the other in the same way" and be even more scoundrel than him...
Fang Jun got into the carriage and said with a smile: "How can I be disrespectful, junior? After all, it is for the health of the old county prince. You don't know a good heart."
"Fart! I don't need you to think about me? Let me go quickly..."
"People like to talk nonsense when they get older. Come on, I'll pour you some tea."
"No need!"
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The officials of Weiwei Temple looked at each other and didn't know what to do. They rushed to snatch Dugulan back? Not to mention that Fang Jun didn't use force at all, but "invited" Dugu Lan to the carriage. Even if Fang Jun was slightly disrespectful, he had to consider the consequences once he came forward and had a conflict.
Almost all the officials of Weiwei Temple were from Guanlong nobles, and they were always arrogant and superior to others. But because of this, they were more aware of Fang Jun's current energy. Is this something that others can provoke?
It was even said that this guy was a stick, and when he was annoyed, he started to get mad regardless, but their little bodies couldn't bear it...
The officials of the Ministry of War and the soldiers of the Anxi Army couldn't help but laugh.
Dugu Lan started blackmailing people as soon as he came up, leaving everyone at a loss as to how to deal with it. It turned out that Fang Jun was even more rogue than him, and he got him into the car with just a few sentences. Dugu Lan couldn't resist at all...
As expected, I was so scared that I was stunned, and I was so stunned that I was afraid of my life.
When it comes to being unreasonable, no one in Chang'an can outdo him.
In the carriage.
As soon as Fang Jun got in the car, he saw Cui Dunli who was bound and gagged. The smile on his face suddenly froze, and then relaxed, his eyes narrowed slightly: "Old Lord, why is this?"
Dugu looked at the silent atmosphere: "Why else? This boy wants to accept those who have violated military discipline in the Anxi army. This is an act of transgression. Where does the law of the court go? I tied him up for his own good, otherwise it will be spread out. Not to be impeached by the imperial censor."
Fang Jun smiled and was silent for a while.
These words may seem simple, but in fact they reveal a lot of information...
Without a trial, even after the Anxi Army finished the battle, Changsun Guang could only be regarded as a "suspect". It stands to reason that Weiwei Temple, as the "private place" of the Guanlong nobles, should naturally protect Changsun Guang and try his best to clear his name. Just blame.
But Dugulan kept calling him a "criminal", which was equivalent to assigning Changsun Guang's gender...
It's really against common sense.
But if Dugu Lan has no intention of protecting Changsun Guang, but would rather go out of the city in the rain in the middle of the night, even abandoning his old face and acting rogue along the way, why is this?
Seeing Fang Jun's silence, Dugu Lan sighed and said: "I know what you have in mind, but how can this matter be so simple? Oh, the criminals who were supposed to be tried by Weiwei Temple were detained by your Ministry of War If I take it away, then from now on, the power of military discipline and trial will naturally be taken over by your Ministry of War? This is simply delusional! Even if I agree, there are still others who will not agree!"
Fang Jun was stunned again and looked up at Dugu Lan in surprise.
What does it mean that even if you agree, there are still others who don't agree?
Not to mention whether others agree or not, shouldn't you be the first to say no?
The Dugu family is now gradually declining, and their presence among the Guanlong nobles is getting lower and lower. They all count on Dugu Lan, the Weiweiqing official position, to gain attention. If the power of military discipline and trial is taken away by the Ministry of War, then he, the Weiweiqing, will still be What power does it have to support the entire Dugu family?
Fang Jun touched the short mustache on his upper lip, his thoughts racing.
Could it be that...the Guanlong nobles all had different intentions and were having internal strife?
