By the Jie River in the northwest of Pingliang Prefecture, the King of Han was running for his life.
The huge and chaotic team ran wildly in the river valley, with two to three hundred people in front running desperately, and hundreds of people behind chasing them desperately.
More than a dozen personal guards ran forward with swords and horses, their wooden-soled soap boots clanking on the ground. They were all dressed in crimson cloud brocade unicorn robes, covered with mail and gold and silver fish scales, which shimmered like scales in the sunlight.
Dozens of guards wearing bubble nail armor defended themselves with swords and bows. They were all good at martial arts, but they lacked courage. When they were fighting, one only wanted to kill and the other just wanted to escape. Even with their excellent martial arts, they couldn't use a single point. come out.
As for the middle of the team, there are flowers all over the place, four-clawed python robes, large groups of flying fish and bullfights over the shoulders, and unicorns everywhere are not uncommon.
All kinds of clouds, brocades and silks are woven into red, blue, bright and dark patterns, which are dazzling.
It even looked like they were afraid that others would not know that this was a group of princes and princes running for their lives. There were only five or six yellow luogai umbrellas in the team.
The scene was extremely spectacular, and even made people look forward to the scene where one of the princes fell and their equipment exploded.
The team at the back didn't look like that, a chaotic tide of hungry people armed with all kinds of farm tools and weapons.
At first, a man rode a black donkey, holding a four-foot plain knife that was combined with a hatchet and a dog-beating stick. He charged forward again and again. Sometimes he could knock people down with the plain knife, but more often he would be carried elsewhere by the black donkey. .
The black donkey knight was in front of the team, dancing to the left and right.
Like a ferocious shepherd dog, driving away a large number of well-dressed beasts.
And just as the princes were escaping, a rolling cavalry swept up layers of smoke and dust in the valley, divided into two teams and surrounded them from the north and south.
Under the yellow umbrella, the exhausted King of Han raised his eyes to the west on horseback and was overjoyed for a moment.
This prince looked in a miserable state. His crown of fine hair had fallen somewhere, and the jade belt around his waist had been torn off. Only his hair was wrapped in a scarf to protect his dignity and prevent his hair from getting disheveled.
He first turned around and pushed away the person who was holding the umbrella cover. He looked for his nephew on the side of the horse, took off his winged crown and put it on his head. He also took his jade belt and hung it around his waist. Then he turned around and pulled the long-awaited umbrella. He cursed with a hoarse voice: "Zhu Qier, Guyuan's army has arrived, you will die without a burial place!"
The rider, who was being galloped left and right by his mount, heard the words and reined in the black donkey, but not completely. The mount only stopped for a moment, and then rushed into the periphery of the feudal king's escape team like crazy, staring at a guard horseman. , open your mouth and bite.
The guard wanted to resist with a sword, but Jin Chanzi on the donkey's back held a simple knife to stop him. Then the black donkey bit his thigh, dragged him off his horse, and asked Jin Chanzi to stab him to death.
In an instant, the man and the donkey merged into one, knocking down a guard, which made Jin Chanzi feel very happy. Then the black donkey man stood up, and Jin Chanzi also drew a knife on the donkey's back and shouted angrily: "You are a pig-like thing, grandpa. Today must be... eh, your mother!"
Sometimes the person and the mount become one, but sometimes the mount has a mind of its own.
For example, at this time, the black donkey under Jin Chanzi did not allow his master to say harsh words, and stood up a little higher, pushing Jin Chanzi down.
When Jin Chanzi got up again, he was dumbfounded. It turned out that the guard was riding a mare. At this time, the black donkey was already on the horse's back, and the big donkey's butt kept twitching.
Jin Chanzi was extremely embarrassed. Seeing that another guard was about to surround him, he had to drag him back to the formation.
For a time, the tense riverside just now became audible.
The situation is very strange, with the wild horse and mule mating ground as the center, to the west are numerous sects wearing luxurious clothes, to the east are hungry people with no clothes on, and to the north and south are horse soldiers from the Lion Camp.
At this moment, the high-ranking feudal lord is not the protagonist, nor is the rebel army that wants to wipe out the princes and generals. Even the well-organized Lion Battalion is not the protagonist.
Everyone watched the black donkey's performance in silence.
Until the horsemen of the Lion Camp all fired their muskets into the sky, calling people's attention back with the sound of fire.
Liu Chengzong arrived late from the farther west, pacing forward with his hands on the saddle, and the military formation followed suit behind him.
Wearing an official uniform, Sunday rushed forward on horseback, scolded the palace guards, searched the yellow umbrella with his eyes, and shouted: "Where is His Royal Highness the King of Han?"
"The king is here."
King Han came out of the group, Sunday Qiang saluted quickly, and King Han returned the salute in return, asking: "Who are you?"
"The lower official knows that Ningzhou is strong on Sunday, and on the orders of Governor Yang of the military sect, he invites troops to defend the vassal."
Before King Han could say anything, Chang Shi frowned and said, "Zhou Zhizhou just lost his etiquette. Is there any reason to shout in front of the king?"
Even though the chief minister of the palace was the fifth rank, one level higher than the magistrate, Sunday Qianli ignored him.
However, King Han waved his hand to persuade: "Hey, it doesn't matter. Zhou Zhizhou is coming with his army. I have already accepted his wishes. Don't talk nonsense about making any noise before driving."
Chang Shi cupped his hands and said, "This is what your Majesty taught me."
King Han knew best in his heart, what was the most important thing about being a vassal king? Not being virtuous, but knowing where you are.
If you can offend anyone, do it with all your strength; if you can't offend anyone, do your best.
They can't afford to offend the civil servants. These people can write to the emperor directly, and all the affairs of the clan have been moved to the Ministry of Rites. Just these government officials and state officials may be in the same year as the Ministry of Rites, so it will be easy to turn around and trouble themselves.
But the King of Han was kind to Zhou Qiang, but not to the troops behind him.
His demeanor has been restored, and the look of fear on his face is no longer there. He walked out of the umbrella and walked around in front of him arrogantly, feeling very dissatisfied with this army.
Everyone's clothes and armor were neat, but the flags were in a mess. The sergeants' helmets were bare with only a helmet gun and not even a small flag.
You are so bold, you dare to look me in the eyes.
King Han inspected back and forth, but no one dismounted to salute. They all raised their chins and stared at him. Some people dared to whisper to each other on horseback and point in a low voice.
rude.
Very rude.
In fact, King Han looked around and couldn't tell who their general was.
This army has no bullshit etiquette. There are just many people and horses, and the military formation is quite strict. However, the King of Han cannot understand the etiquette of the military formation. Just looking at the texture and color of the uniforms and armor, it is impossible to tell who the general is. .
Forget it if you don't go to defeat the thief, but all of them are standing here looking at each other. What do you mean, you haven't seen the prince?
He took a deep breath, snorted coldly through his nose, turned to Sunday and said forcefully: "Who is the general of this army? The young general riding the red-haired horse in front looked at me very rudely, and he will be severely punished!"
Zhou Zhouqiang was asking Chang Shi about the murders of many county kings and generals. Suddenly he heard the words of King Han. His face turned livid, as if he had eaten shit. He glanced to the west in horror, and then he glared and said urgently: " Your Highness, stop talking nonsense!"
King Han was startled, and then he laughed angrily. He was a docile donkey, and the more he rebelled, the angrier he became: "It's true that a tiger falls flat and a dog bullies him. Can't I even say that I am the captain? Come and take a look."
He couldn't help but grab Zhou Zhouqiang, walked ten steps in front of Liu Chengzong's horse, raised his finger and pointed: "Look, Zhou Zhizhou, what kind of soldiers are you leading?"
"He's a very nice man. He looks mighty when he sits astride a horse. But look at this. There's a dog lying in front of the horse, a cat sitting behind the horse, and a little girl beside him. Look at his expression. He's very disdainful of me. Come here. Fan Wei must be very reluctant, this is my army of the Ming Dynasty? It is an insult to the military power!"
Seeing Sunday Qiang's expression ashen as death, King Han became even more angry: "What, you can't say it anymore?"
Sunday Qiang felt miserable, thinking that this vassal king was not stupid at all. When he turned around and saw Liu Chengzong suppressing a smile, he did not see any sign of anger. Then he felt relieved and said, "Your Majesty is really wise as a torch."
After hearing this word, Liu Chengzong was really amused.
He was originally listening to King Han's scolding, and then he looked at the sergeants on his left and right. When he saw the expressions of his subordinates, he must have been thinking about going to the zoo, so he kept suppressing his laughter.
He didn't laugh, and his subordinates didn't laugh either, they were all suppressing it.
It wasn't until Sunday Qiang said that he had a sharp eye that he couldn't hold it in any longer. He looked around and laughed out loud. For a while, the army's laughter rose and fell like the roar of a mountain, frightening the prince, princess and many guards.
It even scared away Jin Chanzi's team behind them. The group of people originally seemed to be vaguely surrounded by horse soldiers, and they all stayed in place and did not dare to move. But now they realized when they heard laughter and hurriedly ran eastward.
"A sharp eye?" Listening to the laughter, King Han finally realized something was wrong and asked, "What do you mean?"
Zhou Qiang thought about it on Sunday. The words of King Han criticizing Liu Chengzong cannot be said to be wrong, but they can only be said to be completely correct.
Liu Chengzong was indeed very disdainful of him, and he was indeed very reluctant to come to Weifan, and it was indeed not the Ming Dynasty's army.
But what should I say?
"Does Your Highness know that Guyuan is out of troops?"
King Han disapproved and said, "I have heard a little bit."
"So they are not Guyuan soldiers." Zhou Zhouqiang asked King Han very seriously: "Has your Majesty heard of...Liu Chengzong?"
Liu Chengzong?
King Han blinked, why is this name so familiar?
Suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across King Han's mind, and memories came to mind like an electric shock.
When the governors of the three sides were stationed in Ningzhou, they briefly stopped in Pingliang Mansion. They said that there was a giant bandit in Yan'an Mansion who led an army to Qingyang, and moved to Ningzhou to prevent him from conquering the vassal state.
The governors of the three sides are now sending troops to rescue this man, named Yang He, who lives in Ningzhou.
What is the name of the giant bandit? Yes, his name is Liu Chengzong.
For a moment, King Han was dumbfounded. He glanced carefully ten steps away. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw the young man riding the red horse still staring at him. He turned his head instantly, moved his body slowly, blocked Liu Chengzong's sight with his back, and looked at him. Sunday Qiang whispered: "Is he Liu Chengzong?"
Sunday Qiang sighed through his nose, closed his eyes and nodded.
King Han looked up at the sky and rolled his eyes. Every muscle on his face had its own thoughts. He tugged on his collar. His whole body was tense, angry and frightened. He shouted in a low voice: "Who asked you to come to save me? I don't want it." Please save me!"
"Your Highness, please don't be ignorant. I have been begging for a long time before he was willing to send troops to defend the vassal."
Sunday Qiang remained expressionless: "If he hadn't come, I'm afraid there would be no South Korea in the future."
"Since he came, there will be no South Korea. I can run, I can run!"
It's the bastard who wants you to save him.
King Han looked around and was about to cry. It was too late to say anything now. He was surrounded by Yan'an giant bandits.
Sunday said forcefully: "Don't be afraid, Your Highness, General Liu is not difficult to get along with. The court is recruiting people, and the matter has not been settled yet."
"You brought him here without reaching an agreement?"
It would have been okay if Zhou Qiang was not mentioned, but King Han was even more shocked and horrified when he mentioned Zhou Qiang: "If I, the king, have any bad intentions, Zhou Qiang will not end well for you!"
"Be calm and don't be impatient. Your Highness has heard from your subordinates that General Liu does not love money and is very disciplined and smart with his soldiers. He will not harm the life of the feudal lord after entering the city."
King Han pointed at Zhou Zhouqiang... This bastard still wanted to let the giant invaders enter the royal city. Finally, he sighed and said, "He really doesn't care about money? Alas, even if you don't care about money, the palace probably doesn't have much money."
"But he likes reading. Your Highness can find him hundreds of books when he returns to the city." Then, Sunday said forcefully: "It's a matter of recruitment. He came to Wei Fan with the intention of asking for a title. I hope Your Highness can help him speak to His Majesty. .”
After hearing this, King Han felt that he could stand up again.
"It's easy to ask for books. I have many unique and unique manuscripts." King Han asked, "It's easy for him to ask for an official. Your Majesty may not listen to what he asks for. But if he saves me, I, Han Fan, have many The princes and generals will beg him together."
The princes and generals who had been listening quietly all around also nodded, letting them do whatever it took to save their lives, but at the same time, they all hated Sunday Qiang in their hearts... for bringing the God of Death here.
A county king asked: "Isn't he asking for the title of king?"
"What a silly question. You don't care what he wants." King Han glared and said, "Just ask for whatever he wants. You are not allowed to come forward for a while, so as not to offend him and cause us disaster!"
In normal times, even if he was a prince, he would not be so harsh to the princes, but at this time, there was a big difference between life and death, and the princes around him all nodded in agreement.
What's wrong with asking for a king with a different surname? It's up to the emperor to decide whether it happens or not. They are only responsible for asking.
Zhou Zhouqiang shook his head and said: "He wants the Qinghai Xuanwei Envoy, and he also wants the Xining Guard Commander for his brother."
"whispering sound!"
A bunch of princes couldn't laugh or cry.
One is from the third grade, and the other is from the third grade.
That's it?
"Ah!"
King Han snorted: "We, great kings, are not worth two or three rank officials."
Knowing what Liu Chengzong wanted, and knowing that he did not want his own life, King Han felt much more comfortable, and the leader said: "Okay... Zhou Qiang, you can take care of yourself."
After saying that, King Han packed up his clothes, lifted up his two sleeves, exposed his hands and rubbed them, swallowed his saliva and took a deep breath, turned around and walked towards Liu Chengzong with his hands in hand, smiling brightly.
He walked three steps in front of the horse and stood still. He smiled, bowed his hands, and said with a warm and trembling voice: "Your Majesty, please dismount."
Liu Chengzong fought in the north and south, and was never knocked off his horse, but he was almost knocked off his horse by the King of Han's words "big king".
"No, you are the king." Liu Chengzong glanced at King Han with sleepy eyes, and cupped his hands on the horse: "I am the captain of the red horse."
"Oh, the king has a broad mind. That is just a joke by the little king. Zhang Wenzhong has something to say. People have their faults. If it is due to unintentional mistakes, even if it is a big mistake, it can be tolerated." King Han raised his hand again and asked: "What do you think, the king?"
To be honest, Liu Chengzong thought that the King of Han was pretty good, capable of bending and shrinking.
If someone else brings a ladder to you, you can get down when you need to.
He then turned back and dismounted, raised his hand and bowed, and said: "If your highness wishes to show you, please call me general."
As he spoke, he ordered behind him: "Drive out the traitors and restore Pingliang City."
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