There have always been several theories about ZTE's four generals.
First, let’s talk about Zhang Jun, Han Shizhong, Liu Guangshi and Yue Fei.
Another one talks about Zhang Jun, Han Shizhong, Liu Qi and Yue Fei.
There are several others, but most of them are Zhang, Han, Liu and Yue, which are well-known in the world.
Among them, the one who advocates Liu Guangshi is because after the Southern Song Dynasty, some outstanding generals who fought against the Jin Dynasty during the Gaozong period were granted the title of king, known as the Seven Kings. Liu Guangshi pursued the title of King Xiao, the head of the seven kings.
These seven kings are: King Liu Guangshi of Xiao, King Zhang Jun of Xun, King Han Shizhong of Qi, King Yue Fei of Hubei, King Yang Yizhong of He, King Wu Jie of Fu, and King Wu Lin of Xin.
Historically, the characters of ZTE's four generals have rotated back and forth among these seven kings.
But the problem is that Liu Qi was not only given the posthumous title "Wu Mu", but was also posthumously named King of Wu.
Judging from historical data alone, it is more credible that Liu Qi is the "Liu" among the four ZTE generals.
Liu Qi's victory in Shunchang shocked the world. He led an army of 30,000, and defeated Wanyan Wushu's army of 100,000 twice. He defeated the Jurchen "Iron Buddha" and "Kaizi Ma". The following year, he also won a great victory in the Battle of Zhegao. These are all achievements that Liu Guangshi cannot match.
History says: "In the battle of Shunchang, the enemy was frightened and devastated. They took all the treasures of Yan and headed north, intending to donate them to Yan and abandon them to the south."
Liu Qi was born as a general, handsome in appearance, and good at archery. When he was young, he went to war with his father Liu Zhongwu. Once, the water tank at the entrance of the camp was full of water. Liu Qi shot an arrow into the water tank, and when he pulled out the arrow, water gushed out of the tank. , Liu Qi then shot another arrow that just blocked the original arrow hole. Everyone admired his superb archery skills.
His father, Liu Zhongwu, was a close confidant of Emperor Daojun. Emperor Daojun had great favor and trust. He was regarded as a confidant among the armies in the northwest and was not a second choice.
After Liu Qi heard Emperor Daojun's intention in the palace, he wanted to object to it, but Emperor Daojun had a cold expression and a firm tone. He said that he was both civil and military, and he did not give him a chance to speak.
He even recounted what happened last year when Zhao Tao went to sea, and Liu Qi had no choice but to remain silent.
But he knew that this matter was very inappropriate.
No one can guarantee whether Nvzhi will be the next Khitan, or even more violent than the Khitan.
He cooperated with Liao to regain Yanyun, which was probably a foolish move.
But even if the minister's heart is as strong as iron, the emperor's fate is as strong as a hammer, not to mention that before he entered the capital, Liu Zhongwu repeatedly warned him, and finally he could only agree to go to sea for this trip.
The two people in Dengzhou, Liu Qi and Ma Zheng, were actually old acquaintances. Liu Qi was the general of Qin Fenglu and had served as an official under Ma Zheng when he first went there.
Even though Ma Zheng later made a mistake and was demoted to Dengzhou, he still had contact with him. Two years ago, Yue Fei met Ma Zheng's son Ma Kuo on his way to Beijing. It was Ma Kuo who was on his way back from visiting Liu Qi on Qinfeng Road.
Liu Qi returned to the military camp outside the city and stayed up almost all night. This kind of thing was a top secret. Even his father Liu Zhongwu couldn't tell him. He thought about it over and over again, but he had no idea. He could only lament until dawn, then prepare his luggage and leave the city the next day. Go straight to Dengzhou...
Zhao Tong was drinking tea and playing with the birds in the front hall of the house, while Zhu Xiaoyi was reporting on the matter below.
After hearing this, he thought for a while: "Liu Qi left and ran to the east?"
Zhu Xiaoyi said: "It's the prince. General Liu took only a few followers and went east on the official road."
Zhao Tong nodded: "I entered the palace the day before yesterday and left the city today, heading east. Where are we going... Could it be Dengzhou?"
He frowned slightly, could that happen again?
Emperor Daojun is really stubborn. As the saying goes, you will not die if you don't do something. He has already failed once and still wants to go. This is the kind of person who is seeking death and cannot be stopped.
Fortunately, he has delayed it for more than a year. The Maritime Alliance was not negotiated in one go. It was repeated several times. Now that Wanyan Aguda is dead, the negotiations will probably have more twists and turns. Even if they are completed, they will have to be postponed. Some.
The Fang La disaster and the Liao incident can be completely avoided. The Western army does not have to lose troops and be trapped before going to attack the Liao Kingdom.
As for the future, no matter what happens next, once the Battle of Jin-Liao completely changes the situation, all you need to do is grasp the general direction, and you can adapt to specific matters.
After sending Zhu Xiaoyi away, Zhao Tong calculated that the confinement would end in about seven or eight days. The first thing to do then was to clear out the Mingjiao people in the city. This matter must not be delayed, otherwise it will cause trouble in the future. endless.
He stood up, held the birdcage and walked out the door. The autumn air was crisp outside and the breeze was gentle. It was an excellent weather. He looked at the scenery for a while, then walked towards the back house...
The girl was standing in a daze in front of the flower garden. The chrysanthemums were blooming in the flower garden, and the fragrance was wafting, refreshing.
She lowered her head, only to find that she couldn't see the tips of her shoes. She couldn't help but blush a little, and straightened her legs together awkwardly.
Then he said to Jin'er who was repairing flower branches with scissors next to him: "Jin'er, have I... gained weight recently?"
Jin'er looked up and said with a smile: "My wife is fat where she should be fat, but other places are still so slim."
"Ah!" The young lady turned around in embarrassment when she heard this. How could it be like this? She wasn't growing up and waiting in the boudoir when she was a child, so how could such a thing happen?
Jin'er smiled and said: "Madam, this is a good thing. Jin'er wants to come or not."
The young lady shook her head: "What do you know? It's so embarrassing, how can you meet people!"
Jin'er blinked and said vaguely: "Who is this lady embarrassed to see?"
The girl's face turned even redder, and without saying a word, she lowered her head and turned around to walk into the building.
Jin'er was holding her chrysanthemum, pursed her lips, and smiled slyly.
At this time, a voice came from outside the courtyard: "Where are you going in such a hurry?"
When the young lady heard this, she froze for a moment, then quickened her pace and ran into the building as if she was running away.
Zhao Tao held the birdcage, and Qingshui Lark was no longer afraid of people. He chanted a tune happily and jumped around in the cage.
Zhao Tong looked at his young lady's graceful back strangely and wondered, "Why is your lady running away?"
Jin'er said politely, "Your Majesty, it's... I forgot to boil the water in the building, so I'm anxious to see it."
Looking at her face, Zhao Tong could tell at a glance that she was lying. However, he couldn't ask questions, so he put the birdcage on the stone table and said to the building: "Mother Zhen, boil the water and make a pot of tea."
No one said anything in the building, and Zhao Tong didn't pay attention. He looked at the chrysanthemums in the garden and marveled at them: "It's rare to see them blooming so brilliantly. When were they moved here? I remember they were all other flowers before."
Jin'er said: "On the day of the prince's triumphal return, I made it with my wife. I said that the chrysanthemums have the style of military armor. They are no better than some ordinary rouge flowers. They match the season and are pleasing to the eye."
Zhao Tong nodded: "When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill hundreds of flowers after they bloom, and the fragrance will spread to Chang'an, and the whole city will be filled with golden armor."
Jin'er said hurriedly and intelligently: "Your Majesty, your poems are good."
Zhao Tong smiled and said: "It's good, but it's not made by me. The last line of this poem is full of golden armor, and it's very majestic."
Jin'er said: "The slaves don't understand, and they don't know many words. But my wife often reads poems by the window. She is so free that the flying flowers are as light as a dream, and the boundless raindrops are as thin as sorrow."
"Zhenniang still likes to read poetry?" Zhao Tong asked doubtfully: "What else are you reading?"
Jin'er thought for a moment and said, "If it's not this kind of thing, it's that kind of thing where a little bit of frost clears the heart for six months, and the heart holds the moonlight in the curling kettle."
Zhao Tong tasted the product, and remembered that in the alley house, the Yameni was so threatening, and there were three feet of white silk on the table. He couldn't help but feel slightly absent-minded, and then shook his head and said: "This is not good. By the way, has Zhenniang ever read my poems?"
Jin'er heard the words and said: "It seems that I have never read the prince's poems, but the collections on the table include "Yishan Poetry Collection", "Fan Chuan Poetry Collection" and so on..."
Zhao Tong's expression was ugly and he said: "These two... Yishan, why are Du Fanchuan's poems so good? They try to cover up and cover up, but they are not as magnanimous as Yuan Weizhi's. There is no literary talent of this king."
Seeing that he was unhappy, Jin'er hurriedly said: "Jin'er doesn't understand and makes the prince angry. Poetry is naturally the prince's best."
Zhao Tong shook his head, feeling a little thirsty, and said: "How can tea still come in the future?"
He looked at the small building and shouted: "Zhenniang, where is the tea?"
No one answered in the building. Jin'er hurriedly put down the flower scissors and patted the broken branches and leaves on her hands: "I'm glad the lady got caught up in something else. I'll go make tea for the prince."
Zhao Tong's expression was a little angry. Why didn't he even drink tea? He stood up and said, "No, I will go and see what Zhenniang is up to."
After he finished speaking, he walked towards the small building. Jin'er said "Ah" in panic, but did not stop him. He just watched Zhao Tan enter the small building, then picked up the flower scissors from the ground again, and muttered to himself: "Your Majesty. It’s quite strange that the lady is so beautiful, and it has been more than two years and three years since she entered the palace, and I don’t know what to think, hehe..."
As she spoke, she looked at the sky in the distance, as if she wanted to recall something, but her face became a little dazed, as if as time passed, many things in her memory had become blurry and vague. Forgot about it.
Zhao Tong walked into the building and saw that there was no one in the small hall, so he went to the east kitchen again, but there was no one inside either. He reached out and lifted the Chozi pot on the stove, found a bowl and poured it out.
There was no hot water in the pot, but it was just slightly warm. He shook his head. No one was making tea for him, but the water was not even boiled.
After drinking a bowl of water to quench his thirst, he was about to go out when he couldn't help but glance at the wooden stairs inside. Zhao Tong took a deep breath, turned around and walked over.
He didn't step lightly, he just walked up one step at a time, and the stairs made a crunching sound.
A timid voice came from above: "Is it Jin'er?"
Zhao Tong coughed slightly: "This is the king here. I see no one is making tea. Could it be that Madam Zhen is ill? I came here to have a look."
Immediately there was a chaotic noise upstairs, and the young lady said in panic: "Your Majesty, I will go down now. I won't bother you to come up and have a look, and then I will be too tired..."
Zhao Tong said: "I'm very tired, but I just went upstairs."
As he said this, he had already reached the top. There were only three or five stairs left to reach the second floor. At this time, the girl ran to the stairs and seemed to want to go downstairs.
One was low and the other was high. Zhao Tong raised his head slightly to look, but he was stunned at this glance.
this……
This...it didn't seem to be like this before.
He was in a daze, and the girl above followed the direction of his eyes and saw him. She said "ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" but then she turned around and ran away.
Zhao Tong stood there thinking for a few breaths and wanted to go downstairs, but after taking another breath, he continued walking upwards.
When we got to the second floor, we saw that there was also a small hall and a small pavilion in front of it, and then there should be a bedroom inside.
He said: "Zhen Niang, come out and speak."
The young lady's voice was weak and came from inside: "Your Majesty, I... please come downstairs, Your Majesty."
Zhao Tong said: "You are all here, why don't you go downstairs? I was sitting outside, and you didn't make tea, so you thought you were sick, but... could you really be sick? Why do I look like something is wrong?"
He was also quite puzzled, remembering that my mother had a slender figure, and although she was pretty, she was never so graceful.
The figure is still slender now, but that...
Could it be that I have eaten pumpkins all summer long? But the pumpkin didn’t seem to come over at this time.
Zhao Tong couldn't figure it out and walked towards the bedroom in a daze.
I saw that the bedroom upstairs was not big. There was a round table in the middle of the floor with a few melons and fruits on it. Inside was a carved bedstead against the wall. The curtains were hung with small silver hooks. My wife was not beside the bed.
The young lady stood in front of the window with her back to him, her slender shoulders shaking slightly: "Your Majesty, this is my bedroom..."
"Huh?" Zhao Tong sat down on the stool, grabbed the fruit on the table, took a bite, and said, "I have been away from home for a few months. Do you miss Zhenniang?"
When the young lady heard this, she fell silent for a moment, and then whispered in a low voice: "The day the prince comes back, I went to the mansion to greet him."
Zhao Tong responded and said, "Come here and talk. What are you doing standing by the window?"
The young lady said: "Your Majesty, I...I don't know what's wrong with me. Maybe I'm really sick."
Zhao Tong naturally knew what she meant. He thought about it and smiled: "This is normal. Maybe it's just... growing again."
The young lady didn't know what she meant by this, but she always felt that it was ambiguous and difficult to understand. She couldn't help but her face felt hot, and she stood by the window without saying anything or moving.
Zhao Tong finished a piece of fruit and saw that she was not coming over, so he said: "Zhen Niang, show me the king."
The girl whispered: "What do you think?"
Zhao Tong smiled and said: "You can still see a lot. We haven't seen him for a few months, so shouldn't we take a good look?"
The young lady was silent and did not dare to turn her head, she wanted to run away in her heart.
The delicate embroidered shoes under her feet moved slightly, and Zhao Tong narrowed his eyes and asked, "Where are you going?"
The girl lifted up the hem of her skirt with both hands, gritted her teeth, lowered her head, identified the direction of the stairs in her mind, then turned around and ran away.
The corners of Zhao Tong's mouth twitched, this...
There seems to be something wrong. This is not my mother’s temperament. I remember that my mother’s temperament is soft yet strong. She usually talks and does things seriously and is not too jumpy. But why do you really want to run away!
The young lady didn't raise her head, and she didn't even look ahead clearly. Her cheeks were burning and her heart was about to jump out of her chest. She just wanted to run away quickly, not wanting Zhao Tong to see that embarrassing scene.
Unexpectedly, when she felt that she was almost at the top of the stairs, a shadow suddenly flashed in front of her, and then with a "bang" sound, she ran into a wide and warm embrace.
"Zhen Niang, where are you going to run?" Zhao Tong was a little curious.
He felt a soft bounce in front of him, and a strange feeling rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but tighten his slender waist.
The young lady is a little stupid, why did she throw herself into a trap? She tried hard to break free, but it had no effect. Instead, her body became limp due to the struggle and twisting.
She said "hmm" and suddenly stopped moving. Instead, she buried her head in the embrace in front of her and closed her eyes gently, her long eyelashes trembling nervously.
Zhao Tong could feel her heartbeat, which was so violent, and her body trembling. He was like holding a frightened deer. He seemed to have found a home and was calming down little by little.
Zhao Tong lowered his face and looked for it like a dragonfly speckling water. The orchid was sweet and warm like water.
After a long time, he raised his head, caressed the little girl's slightly messy long hair, looked into the somewhat blurred eyes, and said slowly: "Zhenniang, I want to give you a title."
(End of chapter)
