In Jianyang Gate of Jiankang City, in a house with hooked tiles and tiles, a group of people were surrounding a storyteller, listening to the story of the Jin Army's Northern Expedition.
"Since the Northern Expedition, our army of the King of the Jin Dynasty has been invincible in all battles. Xu Xiao, the general in the Northern Expedition, has made many meritorious deeds. Since the Battle of Feishui, he descended to Pi, attacked Tancheng, conquered the East China Sea, conquered Pengcheng, and recovered Xuzhou alone. Entering Linzi, going deep into the dragon's pond and tiger's den, scolding the Qingzhou governor of the Qin State until his head was covered with blood, and surrendering..."
"Okay! The general is mighty!"
"The general is mighty!"
After the storyteller finished speaking, the onlookers below were in high spirits and cheered one after another. They all praised Xu Zongwen for his northern expedition to kill the captives, bringing glory to the country, and being an important weapon to the country.
The storyteller paused for a moment, then continued: "Afterwards, five thousand elite troops attacked Sizhou and regained the old capital Luoyang... During the Battle of Yongqiu, the general personally led thousands of men who dared to die deep into the enemy's territory, braving the flood. They defeated hundreds of thousands of Qin troops outside Yongqiu City, and the generals killed Mao Dang, the general of Qin's town army."
At first, everyone heard that Xu Zongwen had only a few thousand men and horses in his hands, while the enemy army numbered 100,000. They were all worried about Xu Zongwen at that time, but when they heard that Xu Zongwen could actually defeat the masses with a few, defeating the many with a few, each and every one They were all very excited and lamented God’s protection!
The storyteller suppressed the cluttered discussions around him, cleared his throat, and added: "This Mao Dang is a disciple of Deng Qiang, the great general of the Qin State. He is the senior brother of Liang Cheng, the general of the Southern Conquest who died in Luojian. He is full of courage. He was full of strategies, experienced in the battlefield, and had outstanding military achievements, but he fell into the hands of our general..."
The storyteller gestured with his hands and said: "Everyone knows what happened next. The general came to Beijing according to the imperial edict, was named Wuxuanhou, and promoted the eighteenth battalion of the imperial army. When there was a flood in Qiantang, Wu County, it was the general who came before him again. He went to provide disaster relief and rescue people, rebuilt dams, killed corrupt officials who had embezzled money and food, and saved countless thousands of victims. The local people built shrines for the general and worshiped him. General, everything will go well and your descendants will be prosperous..."
The storyteller's voice was sonorous and powerful, and very contagious. It seemed that he was in Qiantang at this moment, with the big river in front of the stage.
"General, be merciful!"
One of the leaders shouted loudly, and everyone around him was inspired by him and began to pray to Xu Zongwen.
"The general is unparalleled in his benevolence and righteousness!"
"The living Buddha brings blessings to all people!"
"That's life-saving food, how dare they?"
A plump man took off his hat to protect himself from the sun, leaned against the wall with a pole and retorted: "What's there to be afraid of? I heard that Zhu Zhen, the lieutenant of Qiantang County at that time, made up charges at will in order to enrich himself, and took the opportunity to rob several houses. Shops, in addition, he also raped women, and he harmed many families."
"This kind of offal should be thrown into the water and fed to the fish. The general is so heroic!" There was a goldfish eye around the strong man. The thin middle-aged man with a unibrow puffed up his cheeks, glared and cursed, and cursed the square scarf at the end of his hair. Shaking and trembling, as if he was furious!
"Fortunately, the general knows everything!"
"The general is a kind man and a good official."
Several women carrying bamboo and wooden baskets, picking up fruits and vegetables, interrupted.
"The general hates evil as much as he hates it, and he really takes the common people like us into his heart, so he can't tolerate a wicked person harming one party!" Even the police officers patrolling the streets stopped and watched, listening to the storyteller telling how Xu Zongwen killed everyone and killed corrupt officials in anger. , how to relieve the victims, how to...
"The general is the god of war given to Jin Dynasty by God, and the savior of the world to us!"
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Some of the spectators were in tears, some had red necks, and they were scolding Qian Tang's corrupt officials.
Later, the storyteller carried forward Xu Zongwen's glorious deeds and gave examples.
"The general led his army south to defeat the Sun thief. The Sun thief had hundreds of thousands of soldiers under his command. At a glance, it looked like mountains and seas, a vast ocean! But the general still only had thousands of people in his hands this time. How could he predict what would happen to the general? Gallop through the Three Wus, capture and kill the Sun thief, and wait and see what happens next!"
"Hi……"
"Can't we finish it all at once?"
"Sir, don't leave! Tell me again how the general defeats the enemy and kills generals!"
The storyteller's tone was mellow, and cheers came from all sides, making all the spectators and listeners look down on Xu Zongwen and admire him very much.
Just when it was about to end, a sergeant with a plume on his head and a plume from outside the city rode into the city and shouted: "Shangyong is a great victory. The general beheaded ten thousand people and defeated the 40,000-strong army of King Murong Chong of Yan!"
"The great victory of Shangyong, the general beheaded ten thousand people, and defeated the 40,000-strong army of Yan King Murong Chong!"
"Shangyong's great victory..."
"How magnificent I am, Master King of the Jin Dynasty!"
"The King of the Great Jin Dynasty is mighty!"
"The great Jin son is invincible in the world."
"Recovering the old capital is just around the corner."
When they heard that there was another great victory, the people cried with joy, hugged each other, laughed, and walked through the streets to tell each other!
Suddenly, the news of Xu Zongwen's victory over Murong Chong in Shangyong spread throughout Jiankang City.
"Master, let's go! There's nothing we can do if Wang Lingjun doesn't see you!" Outside Jianyang Gate, Fan Hongzhi's servants loaded a cart full of bamboo slips and books, urging the master who was standing in a daze at the city gate.
Fan Hongzhi sighed: "I just heard a few days ago that the Prince of Qin surrendered to General Zhengbei. I didn't expect that a few days later, news of Shangyong's victory came. This general is truly the weapon of the country and is invincible!"
"Master, the general is indeed powerful and victorious in every battle. However, if you delay any longer, we will not be able to leave today. We will not be able to go to Danyang at night. There are not so many inns for us to stay outside the city!"
Fan Hongzhi was demoted by the gentry because of giving a bad posthumous title to the governor, Xie Shi, and lost his position as the Imperial Academy's wine-offering.
Fortunately, Xu Zongwen secretly worked hard to allow him to go to Qiantang as a county magistrate. With his talent, his strong character of never abandoning official duties for personal reasons, and his outspokenness and daring to remonstrate, the people of Qiantang can be regarded as having a reliable magistrate. The parent officer.
"What? Do you even think that I am only worthy of sleeping in the wilderness at night?" No matter how destitute Fan Hongzhi is, he is still the head of the Nanyang Fan family. His status as the head of the clan is still beyond the reach of many people.
"I don't dare!" When the servant saw the master speaking harshly to him, he was frightened and felt a little apologetic. After all, he had served the master for more than ten years. He really shouldn't be a faggot because the master was demoted. He despised the master of the house.
The servant said nothing more, packed up the carriage wisely, and said no more.
"Forget it! Let's go! There is nothing to miss in the capital." Fan Hongzhi's eyes finally left Jiankang City, and he dragged his lonely body away. At the same time, Changganli in the north of the city ushered in a new wave of people. A team of hundreds of people.
After several days of turbulence, the Prince of Qin, Fu Hong, and the Qin clan finally arrived safely in Jiankang City under the escort of Guo Bao, the prefect of Xiangcheng!
"This Jiankang City is no less generous than Chang'an!" Fu Hong looked at the tall and heavy buildings of Jiankang City and couldn't help but sigh. He originally thought that only Chang'an in Guanzhong was the best city in the world, but he never thought that in this city There are also capital cities like Jiankang in the remote Jiangnan.
"Yes, Jiankang is the center of Jiangzuo. It is the residence of the emperor. It is naturally extraordinary!" Guo Bao, the prefect of Xiangcheng, also came to the capital of Jin Dynasty for the first time and couldn't help but marvel at the city.
"Prince, let's go into the city!"
"well."
Guo Bao handed Xu Zongwen's handwritten letter to the captain guarding the city gate, took out his own seal to prove his identity, and asked Prince Fu Hong's letters of surrender to be handed over one by one.
After checking one by one, the school captain immediately sent someone to escort Prince Fu Hong to Guanyi. After Guo Bao successfully completed the task, he did not stay much and left Jiankang in a hurry with his troops.
Yunxian Temple faces south, passes through the tall palace in front, and comes to the southwest corner. Here are three small courtyards and double towers, which are the residence of Du Zigong, the leader of Tianshi Taoism.
There is a bright building in front of the small courtyard. Although it is short, it is spacious and bright. It is used to worship incense. , stacking rocks, walking along it is also quite interesting.
After Cao Hui, the eldest son of Prince Chenliu, was assassinated, he moved to a separate courtyard not far from Du Zigong. After a little half a month of recovery, Cao Hui's leg injury has improved, but he still can't walk well and still needs Cao.
"Your Majesty, the Heavenly Master has invited me."
"Okay, Master Tian, please wait a moment. I will go after I change my clothes."
In Du Zigong's small courtyard, Du Zigong changed into his regular clothes after finishing his meal. At this time, Cao Hui had just crossed the threshold with the help of Uncle Cao.
"Disciple and grandson have met the master!" The eldest son Cao Hui bowed to Du Zigong. King Chenliu once worshiped Du Zigong as his disciple, entered the Celestial Master's way, and became Du Zigong's only lay disciple.
Du Zigong nodded slightly: "Your Majesty is ill, so there is no need to be so polite."
"Thank you, Master."
The Taoist boy brought a futon and placed it next to Cao Hui. Cao Hui could not kneel down, so he crossed his legs casually. Although it was not very elegant, no one dared to criticize it.
"Your Majesty, do you know who attacked the convoy of Prince Chen Liu's palace?" As soon as Cao Hui sat down, Du Zigong asked about the assassination.
Cao Hui lowered his head: "Disciple and grandson don't know, please tell master."
"According to the investigation of the old Taoist disciple, the Qin people want to kill the prince." The disciple Du Zigong mentioned was none other than the master of Yunxian Temple, Zhi Ning Zhenren.
Du Zigong knew clearly that it was Yingquansi, but he did not point it out in front of Cao Hui.
Cao Hui was puzzled and frowned slightly: "It stands to reason that Prince Chenliu's palace has no conflict with the Qin State, but it has provoked the people from the Eagle and Dog Division. How strange!"
"Well, since it has passed, there is no point in pursuing it anymore." Du Zigong turned around and ordered the Taoist boy beside him, and continued: "The people of Qin are in danger now, and with Xu Zhengbei here, they will not be able to cause any trouble. "
Xu Zongwen did not know about the Tao of the Heavenly Master before he went on the expedition, but Du Zigong saw the clues from Wang Gong's departure from Xuzhou.
"The money and silk in your hands were originally intended to be dedicated to the Holy Religion, but now I feel that the Holy Religion no longer needs these secular things." Du Zigong closed his eyes tightly and meditated on the futon.
Cao Hui was even more confused. Due to Sun En's involvement, the strength of Tianshi Dao had been greatly reduced. At this time, it was necessary to cultivate and strengthen. Why?
"The Holy Religion can only survive because of Xu Zhengbei's mercy. Now the focus of the imperial court is on the Northern Expedition, and the country's military has always consumed money and food. If you send these money and silk to the army, you can also leave a good person in Xu Zhengbei's place. My impression is that forming a good relationship will be beneficial to Prince Chenliu's palace in the future." Seeing Cao Hui being silent for a long time, Du Zigong opened his eyes, with two sharp rays of light showing in his sharp eyes.
Cao Hui was not a mediocre person. He naturally knew that the trend of conquering the General's Palace in the North was so great that even the nobles were temporarily avoiding its edge, so he listened to every word of Du Zigong.
"Disciple understands Master's intention!"
"This letter is from the old Taoist to your father, take it back to Jiyang!"
Before leaving, Du Zigongpo glanced meaningfully at the silent Uncle Cao next to the Crown Prince Cao Hui, and then ordered the Taoist boy to send a letter.
"My disciple bid farewell to my master." Cao Hui bowed his head and bowed again. After saying goodbye, he slowly left the small courtyard and left Yunxian Temple.
