"Father, my son is suffering. Youzhou is the site of the Three War. Daliang in the north harasses them every year, and Chen Qi in the south is also watching. Last month, I led my troops out to have fun. Who knew that the bandits in Yuanshan would break out that day? I came out and chased my son for three hundred miles. The horses were exhausted and two mules collapsed.
Three hundred elite soldiers were taken out, and only your son and I came back, with a missing front tooth. I don’t even know how he came back. "
Daqian, Youzhou, Prince Qi's Mansion.
A young man was lying leisurely in the courtyard. Next to him were two maids with graceful figures and charming faces. One of them was massaging his shoulders, and the other was beating her legs.
There was a maid in red beside him peeling grapes with her own hands.
Under the sunlight, the crystal-clear grape flesh and the snow-white and crystal-clear little hands of the maid in red complement each other.
So beautiful.
"Your Majesty, what should I write next?"
In the courtyard, there was a master dressed as a master with a mustache and an extremely cunning middle-aged man. He was looking at the young man with a flattering look on his face.
"let me see."
The young man spit out a grape seed, scratched his cheek, and asked, "Hu San, how many horses did we grab from Mobei last month?"
"Three hundred fine and bloody horses, six hundred and twenty fine horses, a thousand strong horses, and poor horses..."
Before the master named Hu San could finish speaking, the young man cursed: "The horse is nothing, it can only be used to carry things.
Okay, okay, I know what to say. "
The young man slapped his head and cried: "Dad, my son is suffering. My son finally spent a lot of money to buy thirty bloody horses from Mobei. He originally wanted to keep them for breeding to strengthen my army. Yes, but who would have thought that last month, those barbarians in Mobei were unreasonable and snatched them all away for your son. I am angry about your son, but I want your son and no one wants him. I want money but have no money. However, I can only accept my anger.
So dad, if you see your son's memorial, you can definitely vent your anger on me and get me some good horses from the Ministry of Household Affairs.
In addition, you can give me the entire saddle, stirrups, and riding crop..."
Having said this, the young man paused, kicked the master who was looking at him with a stern look, and asked, "How many horses do we have now?"
"About a hundred thousand."
The master touched his chin and thought for a moment.
It's not that he is lazy, but that his prince has stolen too many horses over the years.
The young man suddenly understood and cried: "I will equip my son with eight thousand sets of saddles and stirrups. I will fight back my son. I can't swallow this breath. I will fight my son back!"
After listening to the young man's words, the master quickly wrote on the paper and wrote down the young man's words exactly.
After a while, the master raised his head and looked at the young man and replied: "My lord, I have remembered everything."
"Well, that's almost it."
The young man nodded, and then asked the master again, raising his eyebrows and asking: "What else do we lack?"
The master looked at the young man in embarrassment: "Your Majesty, actually we don't lack anything."
"Que, you must give me Qe. If there is no shortage, what should I do if the old man can be transferred back?"
The young man glared and kicked the master.
He didn't want to be an emperor. It was exhausting. Several emperors had lived long lives since ancient times. It would be better to be a free prince.
The young man's name is Zhao Ding, and he is the ninth son of Zhao Chongyuan, the current emperor of Daqian.
Daqian respected the emperor to guard the country, and the emperor died in the country. The princes of all dynasties had to go to their fiefdoms when they came of age.
And Zhao Qian was unlucky enough to be sent to Youzhou, a place where war was in chaos and where three wars took place. .
However, what everyone doesn't know is that Zhao Qian is actually a time traveler.
After his governance over the years, the entire Youzhou has taken on a completely new look.
The city tower has been rebuilt, the palace has been rebuilt, casinos, brothels, and restaurants are all available.
And the several surrounding border guards who bordered the country were also beaten into obedience by him.
After years of hard work, the population has not decreased, but doubled.
The main reason is that Youzhou is too rich now.
Not to mention the grandeur, the business environment is also excellent.
Coupled with Zhao Qian's smooth tongue and the manipulation of sweet dates and big sticks, the neighboring countries also opened up trade channels. Instead of fighting, they even sat down to do business with each other.
Below that.
The people of Youzhou who had fled to the deep mountains and forests because of the war in the past naturally came back.
"Then let me think about it."
The master looked bitter.
It's luck but it's also torture, mainly because Youzhou City is so rich now, so rich that he has forgotten what the hard life was like before.
Fortunately, he had predicted that his prince would be memorialized this month as usual, so he deliberately went to Mobei to experience life, and then he gained some insights.
Then the master wrote vigorously.
Three thousand characters were written eloquently on the memorial.
That is definitely the true heartfelt feeling of the people in Mobei!
Of course, at the end, the master still followed Zhao Ding’s habit and added a sentence at the end of the memorial:
Dad, don't worry, as long as my son is here, I will never let those barbarians invade my Daqian.
My son is here in Youzhou, and my son has no worries in the northern border of Daqian!
So all night long.
A low-grade black horse stepped on the bluestone road outside Youzhou City, slowly heading towards the country of Daqian thousands of miles away.
…
Half a month later.
It's hundreds of miles away from Youzhou.
In an unknown barren mountain.
A team supported by hundreds of people walked cautiously on the rugged mountain road.
In the middle of the procession was a black carriage pulled by four tall horses.
In the middle of the carriage sat a middle-aged man with a heroic face that was 70% similar to Zhao Ding, and next to this middle-aged man was an old man with a white face and no beard.
As the carriage jolted, their figures also swayed.
After coming here for a while, the white-faced and beardless old man looked at the middle-aged man whose face was 80% similar to that of Zhao Ding, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Youzhou has rugged mountain roads and is a bitter cold place. Even if you feel sorry for His Highness the Ninth Prince, why should you?" If you come here in person, you can just send someone to tell the Ninth Prince to come to the capital."
Opening the curtain and looking at the barren mountains outside the window, Zhao Chongyuan shook his head and sighed: "Lishi, you don't understand, I am trying to taste the hardships that the Ninth Prince has suffered in Youzhou these years.
After all, I have suffered him all these years. I threw him away in this bitter cold place for eight years. "
At this point, Zhao Dingbian sighed again.
Back then, he was busy with state affairs and when the prince was old enough to enfeoff fiefdoms, he didn't think much about it, and ended up enfeoffing Zhao Ding to Youzhou.
But because Jun Wuyan couldn't change his words, he just wanted to wait for Zhao Ding to speak on his own initiative, but he never thought that he would have to wait for eight years.
Although Zhao Ding wrote about the hardships on the frontier every month, he never made it difficult for me, let alone said a word to him about the idea of transferring from Youzhou.
The more he thought about this, the more Zhao Chongyuan felt sorry for his son, for having suffered so much for his son in Youzhou.
After speaking, he took out a pile of memorials from behind.
These are excerpts from Zhao Dingbian's books over the years.
Looking at these memorials, Zhao Dingbian picked up a pile of memorials next to him and threw them to the old eunuch: "Look again, did any of my other sons tell me in the memorials that they wanted me to be transferred to them?" Return to Kyoto to enjoy the blessings?
Is this my son? Is this my prince?
This is a bunch of drunkards! "
Zhao Chongyuan was furious when he mentioned his other sons. He became more and more angry as he talked and his breathing became rapid.
After saying that,
Then he picked up a memorial book next to him that had obviously been opened not long ago and handed it to his companion who had been with him during Qianlong: "Look at this again, it's the memorial that Ding'er sent to me just a few days ago. Daliang in the north is harassing me every year, and Chen Qi in the south is watching me. Even the bandits from Tianyuan Mountain dare to bully my son.
And the Mobei foreign tribe, just a small barbarian tribe, actually dared to go back on their word and snatch Ding'er's horses. Ding'er could not bear such shame and humiliation.
He actually didn't tell me in the memorial, asking me to transfer him back to Kyoto. He just asked me for something and planned to send him back himself.
The Ninth Prince is so sensible, can I not come personally?
Don’t I feel indebted? "
Speaking of the emotional part, Zhao Chongyuan's tiger eyes couldn't help but turn red, and his eyes became more determined: "So I must come in person to meet my ninth prince! Meet my tiger!"
This time I will take him back no matter what! "
Seeing Zhao Chongyuan so determined.
The old eunuch also shook his head with a complicated expression.
Indeed, as His Majesty said, Youzhou is a bitter and cold land with miasma-ridden mountainous roads. Moreover, because it is located on the border of Daqian, bordering the two kingdoms of Beiliang and Nanchen, it has been in the land of three wars since the founding of Daqian, and the people's livelihood has been in decline. The people are starved of food. Which prince in the past dynasties has come here instead of crying and shouting that he wants to be transferred back to Kyoto.
But what about the Ninth Prince Zhao Ding?
It has been eight years since I came here. Although there are complaints, my determination to guard the border for Daqian is always revealed in the memorials!
Daqian is really lucky to have such a prince who sticks to the frontier for Daqian, is indomitable and dedicated to the country!
Bang!
Right now.
The carriage suddenly shuddered.
The originally quiet team began to become chaotic and noisy.
Without bothering to check the situation outside, Wang Lishi hurriedly shouted in a sharp voice: "No, there are assassins escorting you."
But Zhao Chongyuan still looked ahead with an unchanged expression, firmly grasping the handrails with both hands to stabilize his figure, and did not show the slightest panic.
However, the expected assassination did not occur, and calm outside gradually returned.
After making sure there are no flying arrows coming from around.
Wang Lishi turned out of the carriage angrily and cursed at the coachman: "You dog slave, don't you know how to read the road while driving? I have disturbed the Holy Frame, so be careful to take off your dog's head!"
The driver tremblingly stretched out his hand and pointed forward: "Father...father...look!"
