After seven years of being alone and helpless, and then moving around to Fengjing, I finally had a father and grandmother in my life.
Jiang Sheng is not a greedy person, she has always been content, but she cannot easily let go of this family relationship, nor can she forget it.
In this world, apart from her five brothers, the only people she wanted to hold on to were her father and grandmother.
She couldn't bear to lose any of them.
"No, no." The little girl shook her head, tears flying.
The entire entrance to the imperial city was in solemn silence, and everyone was silent and did not dare to speak.
Only Zheng Ruqian felt distressed and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Xiao Wu, what you said is wrong. General Jiang has been on the battlefield for decades, how could he fall into the hands of a little Tatar so easily?"
"That's right." Jiang San interrupted, "The girl is only thirteen years old this year. General Jiang is definitely not old, he is still young."
Jiang Si poked him at the side and glanced at the dark-faced Jiang Chengyuan, "That one is nineteen."
General Jiang is forty years old this year. Years of fighting have left him scarred and he is indeed more exhausted than others his age.
Jiang San shut up and watched Jiang Sheng's tears falling more and more, and people began to panic.
The distance between her and her father was so far that she couldn't do anything.
A strong sense of powerlessness enveloped her whole body, and the despair of loss invaded her.
Just when everyone's hearts were tightening, Jiang Chengyuan finally plucked up the courage, walked up to his sister, and said loudly, "Little Jiang Dian, don't cry, I'm going back to the border right now, and I won't let my father get hurt in any way. We will bring him back safely."
"Trust me once, okay, just once."
He is already nineteen years old. The hardships of the frontier have caused him to lose the white skin of a young master from an aristocratic family. His fingertips are rough, cracked and covered with bloody scabs. He is no longer as handsome as before, but it is inexplicably reassuring.
Jiang Sheng stopped crying and stared blankly at his blood brother.
"Don't, don't cry." Jiang Chengyuan seemed to want to reach out his hand to wipe away his sister's tears. Remembering the unpleasantness between the two of them before, he shrank back, "I will not let my father get hurt, nor will I let the Tartars succeed."
"Trust me once." He signaled with his eyes, and finally looked at Jiang Chengfeng, as if handing Feng Jing and his sister over, and then he landed and got on his horse.
The hundreds of border troops who accompanied him also took action, and they were obviously Jiang Chengyuan's confidants.
Seeing that this group of people was about to leave, Fang Heng finally came to his senses and said, "Wait a minute."
They come together when they come, and of course they must go together when they leave.
But before leaving, there are still some things that need to be discussed.
"The second prince doesn't understand border affairs. Even if he defected to the Tartars, it would not be possible to harm General Jiang's life."
Fang Heng thought hard, "The Tartars have been fighting with us for so many years, and they have exhausted everything that needs to be explored. How could they listen to the second prince and launch a plan against General Jiang."
Non-my family, its heart must be different.
It was true for the Chongqing Dynasty, and it was true for the Tartars.
Anda Khan would not easily trust the prince of an enemy country, and might even suspect that this was a trap jointly arranged by the Dayu Dynasty.
"Unless the second prince has something in his hands that can convince the Tartars." Xu Mo finally spoke, with worry in his eyes.
The situation became tense instantly.
Chang Yan did not dare to delay, so he rushed to the imperial study room as quickly as possible, passed through the large guards with heavy handles, and took out the golden key that only the prisoner could control.
Secrets and important matters are hidden in the study rooms of ordinary aristocratic families, let alone the imperial study room in the imperial city.
The Ouchi guards, who only obeyed the emperor's orders, controlled everything and ensured that not even a fly could fly in.
Chang Yan held his breath and took out the border defense map. After confirming that it was not lost, he frowned even more.
"Shouldn't His Highness be happy that this military defense plan was not stolen by His Highness?" The guard was confused beside him.
He shook his head, "Second Emperor Brother wants to surrender to the Tartars, so he must show some sincerity. Even if it is not the military defense map in the royal study, it must be other important items."
But what could it be?
Chang Yan did not think alone, but left the imperial study and met everyone in the imperial garden.
"Besides the military defense map, what else could make Anda Khan find such a treasure?" he asked.
Fang Heng and Jiang Chengyuan looked at each other and said in unison, "Array diagram."
Military defense refers to the defense posts set up on the border to resist the Tartars. Once known, all weaknesses are exposed, waiting for the Tartars to slaughter and exterminate them.
The formation diagram was handed down from the ancestors, using the method of arranging troops, using less to carry more, and using more to crush the enemy.
Outstanding people, such as General Fang, created many formations of their own. Now they are taught by Fang Heng to his close soldiers, and they are becoming more and more popular in northern Xinjiang.
If it were leaked out, the previous years of hard work would be in vain.
In addition to the loss of manpower and material resources due to the rearrangement of troops, innocent lives will also be lost if caught off guard.
Thinking about the fact that Fang Yuan was among the people who followed the second prince, Fang Heng's teeth couldn't help but chatter, "The formation diagram left by my father...could it be the formation diagram left by my father?"
The military defense plan belongs to the state and must be turned over to the court after the death of the general.
The formation diagrams deduced by individuals can be circulated and preserved permanently.
The most important thing is that the formation map left by General Fang also contains many painstaking suggestions and future plans for border defense.
Seven years later, more than half of those plans have been realized.
The formation diagram is no longer the Fang family's own troop formation, it is equivalent to half of the military defense diagram.
"No, I can't. It's impossible for the people in the second room to know where my father's relics are. Even I don't know." Fang Heng still didn't want to believe it.
If this is true, the dead General Fang will be implicated as a collaborator and treason.
"Whether it's true or not, you can find out if you go to Fang's house." Chang Yan no longer hesitated, "Go ahead, third brother, don't waste time."
Indeed, they had no time to lose.
Fang Heng glanced at the tearful Jiang Sheng and quickly got on his horse.
After so many years of escaping from Fengjing, this was the first time he set foot in the Fang family's mansion.
The scene of his mother holding his hand and looking forward to it in the past was still in his ears, but in the blink of an eye it turned into the desolation and desolation after the house was ransacked.
The large aristocratic family, which was originally full of guests, turned out to be lonely and engaged in internal strife.
Fang Heng went straight to his father's study with red eyes, rummaged through it, and finally found a secret room.
This is the secret room passed down from my grandfather, where half of the Fang family's wealth is stored. Part of it has been taken away, and the arrangement is a little messy.
Going further inside, there is a dark purple wooden box, which was forcibly split open with an axe, and the letters and envelopes were scattered randomly.
I picked up one at random, and it started with either "My son Ah Heng" or "My wife Fuliu", which came from the general who missed his wife and children on the battlefield.
Fang Heng's eyes turned red again. He remembered that when he was a child, his father once pointed at this box and laughed, "It's all my treasures, as well as my years of battle experience. I will pass it on to the Fang family's children in the future, little A." You can always work hard and inherit the mantle of your father."
