Deng Yuan was an earl, titled Taixing Bo, and was the first generation.
Although the whole house is not as good as Jia Hui's mansion, it is already quite big in Jinling City.
According to social convention, after Deng Yuan took Jia Hui to visit the garden, he took him to the martial arts field to watch the sparring of Deng Yuan's two eldest sons.
The eldest son Deng Jie's martial arts can be ranked in the middle or upper reaches of the northwest frontier army. The second son is a little worse, but he still exceeds the qualification standards of the frontier army.
I have to say that the Deng family’s tutors are very good. It was Deng Yuan himself who was too old-fashioned, which made his sons not close to him.
Maybe Deng Yuan didn't care much about this.
"Hahaha, yes, yes. The martial arts of the eldest young master and the second young master can even occupy a place in the northwest frontier army!" Jia Hui clapped his hands and laughed.
"What the heck, the Governor is so complimentary. The little dog is still lazy and can't compare to you, the Governor!" Deng Yuan said humbly.
"Brother Deng is so humble. How many years will it take for someone like me to have one?"
"This..." Deng Yuan did not expect Jia Hui to say such words.
"Hahaha..." Seeing Deng Yuan stunned, Jia Hui turned to look at the two people on the martial arts field, ignoring Deng Yuan.
The two young men who finished sparring ran over.
They say they are young men, but in fact the eldest son Deng Jie is only three years younger than Jia Hui, and the second son is four years younger.
"Grand Governor, father!" The two men knelt on one knee, looking at Jia Hui and Deng Yuan, waiting for instructions.
"Hehe, Brother Deng, my hands are a little itchy after seeing this. How about you and I also come to have a show?" Without waiting for Deng Yuan to answer, Jia Hui turned to look and heard that Jia Hui was going to die in person. The two of them looked excited and said, "How about it? Do you want to see it?"
Of course I want to see it!
The two young men from the Deng family did not dare to say it, but the expressions on their faces betrayed them.
"Father..." The two of them looked at their father expectantly.
"Captain, this..." Deng Yuan looked embarrassed. As a military attaché, he, the chief military officer of a field force, had to fight against the Commander-in-Chief of the Left Army, one of the pinnacles of Daqi's career as a military attache. This always made him feel guilty: Feel.
But as a warrior, he also sincerely wanted to challenge the highest honor of a military commander - the Great Sima General.
Seeing the eagerness to try in Deng Yuan's eyes, Jia Hui took the lead in walking into the martial arts arena and picked out weapons.
A boring gourd like Deng Yuan is only suitable for being passive, and one must take the initiative to guide him to do things. Otherwise nothing can be done.
Jia Hui took out some ropes from his arms and tied his cuffs. After thinking for a moment, Jia Hui took out a pair of copper whips.
It's a little light, but it's not unusable.
Seeing that the general had already come off the stage and started selecting weapons, Deng Yuan could no longer bear it. He strode to the other side to add weapons and chose a pair of maces.
Deng Yuan was a step general, and after ten rounds of military merit, he was awarded the title of General She.
More than ten years ago, when he was still a young general, he started his career during the suppression of the She people's rebellion, and eventually achieved ten promotions. After spending more than ten years in various places, he finally returned to the old army and became the chief military officer.
The place of Minyue is full of mountains, and he, who originally had good riding skills, was forced to become an infantry general.
Deng Yuan also found some ropes to tie his sleeves and warmed up by wielding a mace.
"General, do you want me to go find some protective gear?" At this time, Deng Yuanna was a little afraid again. What if the general was injured?
"If you want to wear it, just go ahead and wear it. This family doesn't need it!" Jia Hui hung the big hat on the weapon rack, leaving only the small golden crown on the top of his head and the Erlongxizhu wrapped around his forehead. . Holding the copper whip, he drew two circles with his wrist and came to the center of the martial arts arena without looking back.
Seeing this, Deng Yuan stopped talking and also came to the center of the martial arts field.
The martial arts arena had already been surrounded by soldiers from both families and maids and servants who came after hearing the news.
It's the ladies' business not to show up, what does it have to do with us maids?
When the two stood still, the whispers around them disappeared instantly, for fear of affecting them.
Jia Hui relaxed all over, swinging the bronze whip with both hands, and walked leisurely around Deng Yuan, as if he didn't care that Deng Yuan would sneak attack on him.
In fact, Deng Yuan did not dare to make a sneak attack.
He was not worried about hurting Jia Hui, but Jia Hui's seemingly random swing could actually launch a defensive counterattack when he was close to attack.
He is worthy of being a Great Sima General who was able to achieve the twelfth rank three times in less than a year. Even standing there can bring great pressure to himself, a veteran who has been fighting for half his life.
As time passed, Jia Hui was still circling Deng Yuan, but Deng Yuan still refused to attack.
"Two young masters, the general is creating pressure and attacking the master's heart..." Seeing the two young masters looking anxious and impatient, the old soldier on the side came up to explain to them.
"However, you can only do this in a duel. If you are on the battlefield, you won't have so much time to test your mind!" The soldier who was worried that his young masters were crooked still gave instructions.
"Are you going to fight or not..."
Seeing that Deng Yuan was reluctant to attack, Jia Hui stood still, lowered his whip with an impatient look and cursed, opening the middle door wide.
Chance!
If the confrontation continues, Deng Yuan will sooner or later collapse due to the mental pressure. Regardless of whether this is a flaw, he immediately bullies him and hits hard with his left mace!
clang!
The copper whip knocked away the mace that Deng Yuan had thrown at him with his left hand. Deng Yuan suddenly felt the tiger's jaws tremble and he almost dropped the mace in his hand.
Before he could react, Jia Hui stabbed him with another copper whip. If he stabbed hard this time, his sternum would be broken!
Deng Yuan quickly counterattacked with the steel mace in his right hand, barely managed to deflect the copper whip that almost hit his chest, and quickly retreated to distance himself from Jia Hui.
Jia Hui regained his posture with an expressionless face and returned to his leisurely look.
That is to say, Deng Yuan did not have any protective gear on him, so Jia Hui used the stabbing action. If you put on armor, it's another way to play.
"call……"
Deng Yuan, who quickly completed the actions of attacking, blocking, defending and retreating within a few seconds, re-arranged his posture, took a big breath and looked at Jia Hui in front of him warily.
He is nearly forty years old and has rich experience in fighting enemies, but physically he is no longer in his twenties. Through the test just now, he knew that if he continued to delay, Jia Hui would be brought down, and he had to fight quickly.
There was no further confrontation, and Deng Yuan swung his mace straight at Jia Hui. Jia Hui was no longer passive. He pulled away the attacking mace with his left hand and slashed at the mace that Deng Yuan was about to swing with his left hand with his right hand.
Deng Yuan was caught off guard and had to change his moves. He used his inertia to barely block the incoming copper whip. He only heard a huge sound of gold and iron colliding, and almost failed to hold the steel mace in his hand.
But Jia Hui did not give him a chance to breathe, and more intensive attacks came. Deng Yuan could only hold on to the mace with all his strength, tense up and waved the two maces to meet him...
For a time, the entire martial arts arena was filled with the sound of the collision of gold and iron, sometimes dull, sometimes crisp. The two figures in the middle were walking back and forth, their feet constantly changing pace, attacking each other at high speed.
But it was obvious that the shorter figure went from being back and forth at the beginning to being constantly defensive. His speed also began to slow down, and he was about to lose before he saw it.
At this moment, Deng Yuan felt fierce in his heart. He pushed away the bronze whip for the last time, gave up his defense on his own initiative, and bullied himself towards Jia Hui's middle goal. For a moment, Jia Hui was unable to make a move and wanted to retreat to distance himself.
Neither side wore armor and sparred. It was his business for Deng Yuan to give up his defense, but it was his own business to give him a copper whip and smash him into paralysis without any care!
Deng Yuan was waiting for the opportunity for Jia Hui to retreat. He immediately raised the mace with both hands and smashed it at Jia Hui from right to left without caring about his own safety.
"pretty!"
Deng Yuan's self-sacrifice blow was really wonderful. Even Jia Hui couldn't help but praise him. The copper whip in his hands also drew a semicircle from the lower right to the upper left, and hit the steel mace in Deng Yuan's right hand hard. The steel mace in his right hand This huge force also hit the mace in his left hand, causing Deng Yuan to stumble to the left and almost fall to the ground.
But Deng Yuan's stable footplate, which he trained as a horse rider in his early years, even stabilized his body shape. But it was still too late. A copper whip stopped on top of his head. His hands were already shaking from Jia Hui's huge force, and he could no longer hold the steel mace.
"General, the general's martial arts skills are unrivaled. I admire you...!"
Just after Deng Yuan said these words, his hands could no longer grasp his maces and they fell to the ground feebly. Jia Hui quickly stepped forward and held Deng Yuan's arm to prevent him from falling to the ground.
"Father!" "Master!"
The two young men from the Deng family and the soldiers who had been waiting anxiously at the edge of the martial arts arena quickly ran over and took their master from Jia Hui's hand.
"I'm fine, it's just that my arms are sore!" Seeing the concerned eyes of the people around him, Deng Yuan said weakly, pulling the corner of his mouth.
Although I lost, this battle was really enjoyable and my whole body was clear!
How long has it been since you had such a hearty fight?
Deng Yuan was in pain and happiness.
. . . . . .
He took the cold towel handed by the Deng family's maid and wiped his face, took off the sweat-soaked towel on his forehead, handed it to his own soldier, and took out another one embroidered with cranes from the small bag held by the soldier. The maroon red color came out and was tied on the forehead.
Compared to net scarves, Jia Hui prefers to wear forehead wipes. Wiping the forehead has a better ability to block sweat and absorb sweat. The key is that it looks much better.
He took off the big hat from the weapon rack and did not put it on again. Instead, he handed it to the soldier and asked him to hold it for him.
"It doesn't matter, right?" Jia Hui came to Deng Yuan's side.
"I have nothing to do, let the general take care of it..." Deng Yuan was saying, and Jia Hui squeezed Deng Yuan's extremely sore arm to stop him from finishing his sentence.
"Well, judging from your reaction, I need to hire some massage experts to give you a good massage so as not to leave any hidden injuries."
"...Yes." Deng Yuan didn't want to say anything anymore.
Jia Hui nodded and turned to look at the two young men from the Deng family.
"How, can you tell us what the secret is?" Jia Hui asked.
"Those who have only a little knowledge seem to have noticed something, but they seem not to have noticed anything at all..." Deng Er looked confused.
"Yes, the beating was too fast. I saw that my father was able to fight with you at first, but then he was pressed down and beaten by you..." Deng Jie also blurted out.
None of them noticed that Deng Yuan's face had darkened.
. . . . . .
In a pavilion in the backyard of Deng's mansion.
This pavilion seems to have a name, but Jia Hui didn't pay attention to it. The two sat on opposite sides of the stone table, chatting.
The main reason is that Deng Yuan has not recovered yet and does not have much energy to talk to Jia Hui. My whole body was weak and my arms were sore.
Even when I was eating, I always asked the maid to come over and help.
The young masters of the Deng family were also left to practice martial arts by Deng Yuan. In order to prevent them from being lazy, Deng Yuan specially asked his soldiers to stay. Five of them would watch each one, and they would not be allowed to eat if they did not practice well.
A maid brought a pot of good tea to the stone table. From the smell, it must be Longjing.
After pouring the first cup of tea, I left here consciously.
Since the master chose the pavilion instead of the main hall to entertain the governor, he wanted to talk about some private matters.
After the two watched the maid's performance, they turned to look at each other.
The atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Jia Hui picked up the tea cup, smelled the fragrance of Longjing carefully, put it to his mouth and took a sip, showing a smile.
"Huh, this aroma and taste...is probably the West Lake Longjing tea from Shifeng Mountain that people often call it?" Jia Hui looked at Deng Yuan.
"The Governor is very knowledgeable. It is the Mingqian Longjing that was newly produced by the West Lake this year. If you like it, there are many more here in Xiaguan..." He also tremblingly picked up the tea bowl and took a sip.
In view of the master's arm, after asking for his permission, the maid brought a bowl over to serve him tea.
"That's not necessary. A certain family only drinks tea based on the taste, and can barely distinguish what is Longjing and what is Tieguanyin. As long as the tea leaves are not too bad, whatever they drink will be the same for a certain family.
It's a pity to drink such good tea for a certain family..." Jia Hui laughed at himself.
"The Governor is too presumptuous..." Deng Yuan responded with a smile.
There was silence in the pavilion once again.
Jia Hui took out the fan from her waist and did not open it, but just rubbed it with her fingers.
"Mr. Deng, can you tell me why you got involved with those salt merchants?"
In the pavilion, the only sound left was the sound of cicadas outside.
"Xiaguan...Xiaguan..." Deng Yuan's expression was visibly struggling.
"Even so, what kind of person are you? The records and evaluations in the files of the Fifth Army Governor's Mansion probably know you better than you know yourself."
"..." Deng Yuan fell silent.
"Still unwilling to say it? What is the charm of King Zhongxin that makes you so loyal to him?" As soon as Jia Hui finished speaking, Deng Yuan looked over with a shocked expression.
How could he know that I was loyal to King Zhongxin?
Seeing Deng Yuan's expression, Jia Hui also understood.
Ah, yes, this is a grassroots counterattack, and they don’t know the rules.
How bad is his popularity? No one even told him this. Being able to climb all the way from a small soldier to the main town is thanks to the current political clarity of Da Qi, which is not so dirty. Generally speaking, those who are capable prevail.
"do not you know?"
"Xia, what should Xia Guan know?"
"Don't you know Daqi's inheritance rules?"
"Isn't it always the eldest son who inherits?" Deng Yuan's eyes were clear.
"…After all these years in the military, don't you have a good friend who comes from a noble background?"
"No, I was humiliated by the nobles in my early years, and I haven't had any contact with them since then..."
"..."
Jia Hui had indeed heard about the rise of a new force in the army called "Jiang Men".
Strictly speaking, all nobles are also generals. But this group of generals who had risen from the bottom believed that the nobles were no longer the same people as them. So in order to distinguish them, those who came from noble families were called "Wuxun", and they were the real "generals".
In fact, in the beginning, it was mid-level and high-level military officers who had never been able to get a title in their lifetimes, who deliberately provoked the confrontation from the standpoint of so-called grassroots warriors to put themselves in front of others.
But I couldn't stand it anymore and later someone really believed it. Even though they later gained a noble title, there were still some people who firmly stood on the side of the grassroots warriors, treating themselves as umbrellas for the grassroots warriors, and specifically antagonizing military commanders with noble backgrounds.
The border troops are okay. They often fight foreign wars. What they want is unity and cooperation. The grassroots and the nobles are still very harmonious.
The domestic troops are different. There is basically no war, and their lives are so idle. Under these circumstances, they have become the main force of the opposition with nothing to do.
But this also caused a problem.
Among the group of "general gates", no one has really made it to the top, and the highest title is only an earl like Deng Yuan.
It looks like he can barely participate in the fight for the heir.
And they don’t know many of the unspoken rules of the Qi Dynasty! When comparing information with nobles, there is a serious imbalance.
For example, the most terrible thing is to seize the direct descendant.
Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, today I saw a real "Jiangmen" leader.
No wonder I haven't been able to get a title for several lifetimes. I didn't even understand shortcuts like seizing the heir, so I deliberately created conflicts and formed cliques.
However, nobles who really know these things will only tell them if they are sick.
Jia Hui drained the tea in the cup.
"The inheritance system of our dynasty is indeed that of the eldest son. But if there are no legitimate sons, then it will become a situation where there is no eldest son."
"Establishing virtuous people? Isn't this a way to bring disaster?" Deng Yuan was a little confused.
"At least so far, there is nothing wrong with the dynasty's system of establishing virtuous people. Both Taizong and the Emperor have established virtuous people. As for Your Majesty, His Majesty is in a special situation. Except that he no longer had an adult prince at the time, so he took the throne. This belongs to Lichang.
The princes who choose to join the imperial family will go to various field armies or frontier armies to participate in training. Yes, this is what the loyal prince you are loyal to is for. "
"But I heard that Your Majesty doesn't want to be... that. Isn't he going to Jiangnan to prepare for the Japanese army?"
"Because the emperor, the emperor asked all the princes to throw them into the military camp, whether they wanted to participate or not. So theoretically, all the princes of the emperor have the right to seize the throne.
You have to know that in the Taizu and Taizong dynasties, all the princes who were unwilling to go to the military camp to experience and participate in the seizure of the heirs went to the Grand Canal to fight against Dabao. "
Yes, I, Jia Hui, am ill.
Long wait, five thousand words
(End of chapter)
