The autumn hall is sprinkled with five o'clock frost, and the iron armor and golden sword shine in the middle of the water.
Thousands of troops cross the Bixi River silently, and the sky has a road and the hooves are busy!
At the foot of Qili Gang, there is a small ancient temple in the mountain col. It seems that this temple should be in the style of the late Tang Dynasty, but for some reason it stopped abruptly after only the main hall was built.
There are three or five huts at the back of the palace, and you can see that they were hastily built later. They are not only simple, but they are not much different from the mud huts of poor families.
At this time, a scholar was standing on the ground in front of the house with his hands behind his back, shaking his head and composing poetry, as if the swaying torches, roars and shouts, and the harsh friction of weapons outside the temple had nothing to do with him.
If you can walk behind him, you can see the scholar holding a book in his hand. With the moonlight, you can clearly see that the title of the book has the word "Wang Zhen" ("Wang Zhen Agricultural Book", a famous agricultural work of the Yuan Dynasty).
"Alas, the ancients in the past dynasty cherished their crops, but in this dynasty people are busy with attacks and wars. It is said that 'the world is prosperous and good things come and go, but if there is no food and drink, what is the use of fame, wealth and wealth?" The scholar sighed, stroking his beard.
We carefully identified that his beard was short and soft, indicating that he had not grown a beard for a long time, and his actual age should only be in his early twenties.
"Why, Nancheng was woken up and couldn't sleep?" Someone said in the room, then bowed and another person came out.
This man was much taller than the scholar, but he wore a knight's cloak and fine linen arrow sleeves, tied with a royal blue silk ribbon.
The feet were not dressed as Confucian scholars, but were wearing double-banded leather riding boots engraved with cloud patterns. After standing up straight, he was holding a sword with a wooden sheath in his left hand.
The eldest son yawned, put his hand on the scarf on his head, and said with a wry smile: "We've been having a row all night long, and I don't know who will win or lose, but it disturbs you and me and I can't sleep well. It's really a disaster for the fish in the pond!"
"Why, Mucheng's meditation is not working anymore. Why don't you come to talk to me to relieve your boredom?" the scholar said with a smile.
"Brother Gu Xian, don't be joking. At this moment, the world is boiling outside. I don't know how many people are working hard, and how many lives are hanging by a thread. There is only a temple gate between you and me. How can we still be in the mood to recite poems and talk? laugh?
It can be said that we are all the same people, noble and desperate, but there is only a piece of paper between us. "
"Brother Wei said it well! Just this piece of paper!" Gu Nancheng laughed.
Suddenly, a "clunking" sound startled both of them. They both turned around and saw a person huddled against the wall, wrapped in a cloak. Wei Mucheng stopped Gu Nancheng and looked closely, seeing that the man was shivering.
"Save me, they are going to kill me." The man said in a low voice.
"Can you get up by yourself?" The man nodded, and Wei Mucheng pointed to the hut: "Go in, hide under the bed, and don't make any sound." The man crawled into the house.
"Brother Wei, is this... too hasty? You don't even know who he is, good guy or bad guy." Gu Nancheng said reproachfully.
However, he had already smelled some incense from the moment the man passed by him, and noticed that the man was about the same age as himself, so he guessed that he was also a young man from a wealthy family, right?
"It doesn't matter who he is!" Wei Mucheng sneered: "I only know that this is a life. As for whether he is a bad guy or a good guy, that is his own business. Saving people is saving people, how can I have time to think more about it?"
Before he finished speaking, there was a loud noise in front of him, and the temple door was knocked open. The two looked at each other, and Wei Mucheng smiled and asked, "How about it? Now that the soldiers are approaching, can Nancheng still write poetry?"
"Why not?" Gu Nancheng looked up at the mountain shape on the north side and a red cotin tree exposed in the morning light. He pointed at the path with his book and said: "The autumn leaves are ringing in the cold, and the weeping dew destroys the mangroves. I don't see the beautiful woman crossing Luoyang. It’s just a poem about traveling immortals.”
"Hey, the red leaves in Luoyang are more beautiful than here. It doesn't matter if Jiang Wanli doesn't come."
After Wei Mucheng finished speaking, he heard the sound of clumsy footsteps behind him. When he looked back, he saw a dozen men with wild beards, each holding a weapon, and everyone was covered in blood. Everyone was stunned when they saw these two people.
Someone shouted: "Hey, where is the man? He should have come in from here. Could it be that these two people hid him?"
"Don't talk nonsense!" The leading man with a round face and a black beard grabbed the lapel of his shirt and wiped his sweat, saying, "You must not be rude to a scholar's face.
Put the weapon facing down! ” Seeing that everyone had complied with the request, he bowed respectfully and said:
"Two gentlemen, thank you for disturbing me. Did a young man climb over the wall just now? Where did he forget it?"
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be very polite." Gu Nancheng nodded with satisfaction: "But please wait a moment. I still have half of my words to finish. Please wait a moment, General."
After finishing speaking, he turned to Wei Mucheng and spoke the second half of the story calmly: "The wild geese's feet are blocking the return journey, and the horses' heads are lost in the expedition. I want to send a short letter to the microwave, and the moon is falling over the city."
Wei Mucheng applauded: "What a great song, "Dian Lips". You and I have been trapped here for many days, and we have written a lot of poems. The words are still the same as yours, so it suits the occasion!"
Gu Nancheng gave in humbly, and then turned to the black-bearded man: "Is the man the general asked just now wrapped in a cloak?"
"Exactly, exactly!" The man nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.
"He came down from the wall, which really shocked us both. Then he seemed to have sprained his foot and limped from there to the back hill." Gu Nancheng pointed to the corner in front of him in a serious manner:
"There is a path that goes up the mountain. I usually take that path when going to see the scenery. General, please watch your step when walking!"
"Thank you, sir! If Hei Liu'er catches that guy, he will definitely come back and kowtow to the master!" The man jumped up with joy and made a noise with his friends to go up the mountain along that road.
"If he comes back soon and doesn't find anyone, I'm afraid not only will he not be able to kowtow, but he will also blame you!" Wei Mucheng said with a smile.
"If you can't find someone but you can't blame me, who can promise him that he will find him if he goes up the mountain?" Gu Nancheng sighed again after finishing speaking: "I wonder how that man could offend others and attract so many enemies?"
"I have not offended them." The two of them were about to turn around when they heard the young man at the door say anxiously: "My benefactor, please don't turn around and look at me! Half of my face was burned by the fire. Now I must be ugly and difficult to see anyone." !」
"It doesn't matter. I, Brother Wei, am a disciple of Mr. Wan Lao, a famous doctor in Nanchang. Let him take a look later. Maybe there is a way." Gu Nancheng said with his back to the door.
"Oh, even if I can be cured, I can't go back to the past." The young man in the room suddenly sobbed softly and choked: "After experiencing such a thing as being chased by my own father, I just want to escape into Buddhism, and I will never dare to do it again. It’s time to join the world!”
The two people outside were shocked and inexplicable, but they couldn't ask questions, so they could only stand silently in the pine breeze, listening to the low crying from behind.
There seemed to be other soldiers in the temple, beating the monk stationed in the temple until he cried for his father and mother in the front yard. Gu Nancheng said to Wei Mucheng, "So, I praise that man just now for being polite.
Listen to those people, they are extremely evil. If they come here, I'm afraid they won't respect you and me like that black man. "Looking back at the mountain, the fire over there is still burning, but it's not as noisy anymore.
"They have killed enough people, and now they must be looking for me everywhere." The voice in the room said again: "I advise you two to hide quickly. These people will find here sooner or later. Don't drag down innocent people again." Sin!"
"Haha, you have not committed any crime. If we abandon you, will we be guilty instead?" Wei Mucheng sneered.
"Let's stop bickering. What do you mean by what you just said?" Gu Nancheng asked in surprise: "There has been a riot for half the night tonight, and I heard the sound of thousands of people fighting. Does this mean that it started because of you? Dare I ask? Who is your step?"
"Why do people who are about to die need to be named? Not to mention that they have lost all face." The man in the room sighed deeply:
"I am Yang Xing, the son of Yang He, the leader of the Jiangshan Army. Because he did not agree with him proclaiming the emperor, my biological father sent an army to kill me overnight, and then wanted to make his younger son by his stepmother the heir apparent! Ha, you probably don't have any Have you ever seen such a father, have you seen the world? Haha!"
When Yang Xing listened to Wang Xi's report on what he had seen in Wufeng Mountain, a fire suddenly broke out in the military camp. The fire was getting stronger and stronger, causing quite a panic.
Everyone thought that the enemy was coming, but in fact, the fire was caused by a few soldiers patrolling the camp. They found a place in the reeds outside the village to make a fire to have a barbecue. They didn't want to almost burn down the entire camp!
However, just when the fire fighting in the camp was coming to an end and everyone was tired after a night and wanted to rest, Song Zhen came! He was actually inspired by the fire.
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At first he thought his whereabouts had been discovered, and Song Zhen was frightened.
Just as he was about to lead his troops back, he suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly sent spies up to take a look. Only to find out that the barracks had set a fire by itself, and everyone was repairing the fence and stables in disgrace.
Hey! How could we not use such a God-given opportunity? Only then did Song Zhen notice that there was some wind tonight and that he was at a disadvantage.
Taking the blame for Tianyu's failure to resist, Song Zhen immediately decided to take action. He personally directed the main force to go up the mountain from the east, and the other two roads blocked the bridge over Fengxi and the ancient temple in the back mountain (the west and north sides of Qili Gang were covered with water). Ponds and swamps, there is no place to stand until Tea Creek).
A three-pronged attack, at night, after the fire, especially Song Zhen ordered the crossbows to fire rockets. As a result, this time there was a real enemy attack, and Yang Xing's troops, who had been in chaos all night, suddenly lost their will to fight.
The wind helped the fire reignite and the mountain became a mess. At this time, Yang Xing thought that the enemy was really attacking, so he immediately ordered to organize a resistance. Wang Xi organized his team and rushed to the town for defense. Yang Xing organized his own soldiers to prepare for counterattack at any time.
Unexpectedly, Feng Baishan, who was supervising the battle on the front line, fled back with a pale face: "Go quickly, go quickly, we have been betrayed!" He shouted hoarsely, his face seemed to be distorted in the firelight.
"Can you tell me clearly, is it an official army or a group training?" Yang Xing is still asking.
Feng Baishan stamped his feet: "No, they are one of our own!"
"Isn't it better to be one of your own? Why are you acting like this?"
"Marshal, those who came to kill were the Lord's personal troops, and the leader was Song Zhen!"
Yang Xing felt a "buzzing" sound in his head, and he suddenly realized that it was Mrs. Huang's group who had taken action! "You bastard, fight them!" He drew out his sword, but was quickly stopped by several personal guards.
"Marshal, we can't fight. We were originally small, but now half of us are scattered. They are here well prepared!" Feng Baishan quickly ordered his guards: "Take the marshal down the mountain, and escape with your life first!"
"Without the team, what am I going to do with my life?" Yang Xing was also anxious.
"Marshal, Axing, you are still young and can still do great things. You can avenge your brothers! Otherwise, their death would have been in vain!" Feng Baishan and others pushed him onto the horse:
"Going down the back mountain, let's go find my uncle first. I can't believe that all the 100,000 troops have been bewitched by her! If that doesn't work, go to Jieguanting to find Weiqu, or go to Luohu!"
But after rushing less than a hundred steps, I saw a team in front blocking the way. Under the torch was Song Zhen!
"Where are you going, Marshal? I have come to find you on the orders of my lord. My lord has appointed you as King of Yan, and ordered you to go to the Wufeng Mountain camp to meet him after the handover, and to attend my lord's enthronement ceremony at noon tomorrow!"
After Song Zhen finished speaking, he waved with a smile, and a guard came forward holding a paper roll and knelt down in front of the horse.
"Song Zhen, the messenger can deliver the message. What are you doing here? Are you bringing these soldiers and horses to kill my troops?" Yang Xing asked him while holding back his anger.
"Since the marshal is going back and this place is so important, it is natural that a general should stay behind. As for these soldiers and horses, they are actually here to strengthen the defense of the mountain.
It's just that the marshal's men were too alert, and there was a misunderstanding between the two sides. Please also ask the marshal to order them to cease fighting and return to their respective positions to wait for the general's orders, so as to prevent the sons from continuing to hurt each other! "Song Zhen said it in a high-sounding way.
Yang Xing narrowed his eyes and sneered: "I'm afraid I'll make them put down their swords and guns, so you can tie me up, right?"
"The Marshal is right. Could it be that the Marshal doesn't even listen to the Lord and insists on having his own way?"
"Bah! Mr. Song, when did my Yang family treat you badly, how dare you turn back on your master?" Yang Xing cursed with his halberd finger.
Suddenly Feng Baishan shouted: "Be careful!" As he said this, he clamped the horse's belly forward to block it. In an instant, the sound of crossbow arrows flying past was heard. Several guards around him screamed and fell off their horses.
Feng Baishan fell to the ground with his horse and man. He had been hit by seven or eight arrows, and blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. He screamed desperately: "Quickly!"
Yang Xing roared, jumped on his horse, and killed the Song Zhen guard who was running back with a knife. The horse's hooves trampled the roll of paper into the soil. But the cunning Song Zhen disappeared, and he was only heard shouting somewhere in the dark:
"Your Majesty has decreed that Yang Xing colluded with the government and the army to rebel. Whoever captures this man alive will be made a marquis, and whoever takes his head will be rewarded with five thousand taels!" Yang Xing was furious, and he regretted that his friend Feng Baishan was plotted by this man, so he went crazy. Hack and slash.
By the time he came to his senses, morning light had begun to appear in the east. His horse was dead, and he was left with only a dozen bodyguards. It turned out that during the melee, he bumped into a burning pillar. Not only did he burn half of his face, but his embroidered cloak was also burned.
A personal guard rescued him from the fire, carried him behind a secluded stone, and gave him a few sips of spring water from the crevices of the stone. Yang Xing regained consciousness. Listening to the closer and closer shouts of killing, the guards found a cloak, wrapped him up, and pushed him up the wall.
He was surprised to be rescued by Wei and Gu, but what to do next? Where can I run like this now? Yang Xing was desperate from the bottom of his heart.
At this time, there was sudden chaos in front, and someone was shouting vaguely. Later, a cry was heard: "Run, run, the troops are coming!"
"Hey, the army is here? It's just in time!" Gu and Wei looked at each other and smiled, seeming to relax after hearing the news. "Hey, it looks like you don't have to hide anymore!" Gu Nancheng shouted into the room.
Yang Xing laughed inside, and then he simply let out a loud laugh. "Yes, the army is here. I don't have to hide anymore. When they catch me, everything will be over with one strike! Hahaha...!"
He was laughing so hard that he was out of breath: "That Song Zhen, that fool! The mantis stalks the cicada, and the oriole is behind! Ha, let's see how proud you are now?"
After a while of noise, someone seemed to be talking in the yard in front, and then some officers and soldiers in red tassels and helmets ran along the road up the mountain.
With the clanging sound of armor, a group of people appeared from the corner of the front hall. In the middle was a young officer wearing mountain pattern armor and a shiny silver helmet. He glanced here, then turned around and stood at the foot of the steps laughing. He cupped his hands and said:
"Unexpectedly, we can still see scholars in this temple. How disrespectful. How disrespectful. Zhu Zhanji, a Qianhu in Xarao Prefecture, may I ask who you two are?"
Gu Nancheng returned the greeting and introduced: "I'm Gu Lian. This is my good friend Wei Shaolong. The two of us traveled here and wanted to go to Poyang to visit friends, but we didn't want to be interrupted by the war. I have been hiding in this small temple for four days. Months old!"
Zhu Zhanji was stunned and quickly asked: "Are these two brothers Nancheng and Mucheng, who are also known as the twin cities of Huainan?"
"Hey, how does Lord Qianhu know about us?" Gu Nancheng was stunned.
"Ha, aren't you two going to Poyang to look for Mr. Feihuang? He is the guest of the house! The news that Mr. Feihuang is missing you two is so anxious that the general will lead his troops out this time. He also specially ordered that I searched carefully.
Unexpectedly, everything in the world turns out to be such a coincidence, and it takes no effort at all! "Zhu Zhanji was very happy. Mr. Feihuang had already introduced that these two people were great talents. Unfortunately, they were unwilling to take the official examination. They only entrusted their family business to others and spent all their time focusing on the mountains and rivers.
He was also worried that the two of them might have encountered Jiang Shanjun and been killed, but he didn't expect to meet here by chance.
Wei Mucheng clapped his hands: "Fei Huang wrote that he is temporarily resting at the home of the nephew of Duke Zhu, the minister of Taichang Temple, and he is serving as an aide. So he is referring to your lord?"
"That's right!"
All three of them were overjoyed to see each other again. Zhu Zhanji told them that when they saw the fire here, the brigade commander knew that the situation had changed and immediately ordered the regiment to train and ride on foot to break camp and move forward overnight.
At that time, his team had just wiped out a group of enemies and finally caught up with the main force. He did not hesitate to call for battle immediately. So with the help of the auxiliary soldiers, the officers and soldiers marched quickly and arrived, just in time to pick a peach.
"The enemy did not expect us to come, and they collapsed immediately." Zhu Zhanji proudly introduced: "Later I heard that there was a fight in the Jiangshan Army, and Yang He sent his troops to arrest his son Yang Xing, who was young and energetic. How could Sheng be willing to be bound? Then we started fighting with him."
"Then, what's the result?" Gu Nancheng asked.
"The result? Some people said that Yang Xing committed suicide by throwing himself into the fire, while others said that he escaped but was surrounded and died in the rebel army.
However, the enemy general Song Zhen who led the troops to capture him was shot to death with the next arrow and his head was taken off! "Zhu Zhanji shouted something behind him, and a soldier picked up a human head by his hair.
"Ah - hahaha! God's way of repayment! God's way of retribution! Hahaha!"
The laughter caught Zhu Zhanji's attention, and he asked Gu Nancheng: "Is this...?"
"Oh, we picked up a servant who talks crazy nonsense from time to time." After saying that, he turned around and called into the house: "Hey, you are an imperial prisoner, right?"
"Yes, I am! I am the imperial prisoner, the imperial prisoner is me, hahaha, hehehe..." Yang Xing was overjoyed to see Song Zhen's head.
"Look." Gu Nancheng spread his hands helplessly, sighed and shook his head.
