"Lu Boyan has returned to Jianye!"
Entering the late spring of the fifth year of Yanxi, the weather in Guanzhong has become slightly dry and warm.
Secretary Zhang wore a dark silver short coat with narrow legs and small sleeves, a short piece of light yellow satin pleats underneath, a bow-knotted long-tasseled five-color palace sash tightly tied around his waist, and deerskin boots at his feet.
He held another document in his hand. The letter was gentle and showed a faint sense of competence, which was quite a bit like a female white-collar worker.
Seeing that Feng Da Sima's eyes were a little straightened, Secretary Zhang rolled his eyes at him and repeated in an accentuated tone:
"Lu Boyan has returned to Jianye!"
"Oh, I heard it." Feng Dasima then reached out to take the official document, flipped through it casually, and then threw it on the bed. "Which route did the news come back from?"
The news from Jingzhou spread back to Chang'an through three lines.
The safest way is naturally to enter Shu from Nanjun to Yong'an, and then spread from Shu to Guanzhong.
At the same time, this is also the farthest and slowest one.
The nearest one is to cross the Han River from Jingzhou and go north, avoiding the eyes and ears of the Wei army, specifically looking for people to the rare and dangerous mountain trails, bypassing Caoqiao Pass, and then taking the Wuguan Road to Wuguan.
Not using this item unless necessary is not only dangerous, but also exposes you to too much risk.
After the Wu State captured Xiangyang, Shangyong, sandwiched between Hanzhong, Xiangyang and Nanyang, became a semi-enclave of the Wei State, which can also be said to be a useless place.
Whether the Wu army is going upstream from Xiangyang, or the Wei army is going to support from Nanyang, they must be wary of being attacked on the flanks or even taking the retreat.
This is one of the reasons why Lu Xun did not immediately send troops to Shangyong after taking Xiangyang.
Only the Han army could flow down the river from Hanzhong without any scruples.
Therefore, Feng Da Sima had the confidence to ask for Shangyong.
The three kingdoms of Han, Wei and Wu all looked covetously at Shangyong.
At the center of the storm, Shangyong was in panic and fell into chaos.
The chaotic situation gives those who are interested an opportunity to take advantage of it.
The Xinghan Hui, which was about to infiltrate Jingzhou into a sieve, would naturally not be able to miss this route.
This line is not only close, but also less risky.
Sure enough, I heard Secretary Zhang reply:
"It entered Hanzhong from Shangyong, and then passed through Ziwu Valley from Hanzhong to Chang'an."
Compared to Feng Da Sima's indifference, Secretary Zhang's eyebrows were quite happy.
But he saw her lift up her skirt, sit next to Feng Da Sima, and said happily:
"It seems that the letter written by Alang is still effective. Even Lu Xun does not dare to take it lightly."
If you want to arrange such a fatal situation against Lu Xun, you must not only have a deep understanding of people's hearts, especially Sun Quan's psychology.
Moreover, the game between the Wu Kingdom and the court, and even the military affairs of all the forces in Jingzhou and Shangyong areas must be taken into account.
Add a little bit of foresight—historical foresight.
Of course, the most important thing is Ji Han's confidence.
Strong confidence is the foundation.
Secretary Zhang felt inexplicably excited to be able to participate in such a major event for the country and the temple.
After all, from the beginning, you have followed the man in front of you wholeheartedly. Isn't it because of the freedom and the pleasure of proving that women can't be inferior to men?
"In the battle of Yiling, the late emperor was defeated by Lu Xun, which put the country in extreme danger and almost threatened to overthrow."
"But the Prime Minister was still determined to re-alliance with Wu, and even later admitted that the two emperors of the East and West respected each other equally. Why?"
Feng Da Sima seemed to have expected this situation, and his expression was calm, "The Han Dynasty was weak at that time, and it wanted to seek help from Wu."
"However, today is no different than in the past. The strength of Han and Wu is easy to change. Whether it is Sun Quan or Lu Xun, no matter how unwilling you are, you should know how difficult it is to go against the general trend."
"What's more," Feng Dasima said in a leisurely tone, relaxed and freehand with the confidence of seizing the opportunity, "Sun Quan is old!"
At this moment, probably no one except Feng has realized that the death of Sun Deng, the crown prince of Wu State, was an extremely important historical turning point for Wu State.
Sun Quan's ignorance in his later years is a major criticism often mentioned by future generations.
In particular, he deliberately provoked the dispute between the two palaces in Nanlu, causing almost all important officials in the Wu Kingdom to fall deeply into the whirlpool of party strife.
In the eyes of many people in later generations, this is simply a mysterious operation.
However, when Feng Dashima experienced this era personally, he vaguely guessed the possible reasons.
Sun Quan's operation is possible, but it is not a mystery at all.
the reason is simple:
Sun Quan is old!
He felt that he no longer had the time and energy, and God might not give him another chance to train another successor like Sun Deng did.
In order to select a qualified heir from among his many sons, he had no choice but to use the most intense, cruel, and at the same time the most effective and fastest method - raising Gu.
At the same time, he just took this opportunity to clear all obstacles in the government and the opposition for the successors of the Sun family.
Lu Xun, who had great military exploits and guarded the western half of Wu State's Yuzhang for more than ten years, and whose reputation in the government and the public was unmatched, must be Sun Quan's target.
Not to mention that Lu Xun was also a representative of the Jiangdong clan.
Not only for the sake of stabilizing the position of the future emperor of the Sun family, Lu Xun was basically doomed to a tragic fate based on the grudges between the Sun family and the Jiangdong clan.
As long as Sun Quan had some political brains, it would be impossible for him to leave Lu Xun to the next emperor.
In other words, Lu Xun, who holds the real power, will be left to the next emperor.
As for Feng Da Sima, he just took advantage of the situation and gave Wu Jun and his ministers a gentle push.
"If Lu Xun never returned to Jingzhou after going to Jianye, then you can be sure that Sun Quan must have had a grudge against him."
Feng Da Sima suppressed his smile and even sighed vaguely:
"My letter just gave Sun Quan an excuse."
Why is there such a saying as "moving the tiger away from the mountain"?
Because only by finding a way to move the tiger away from its familiar territory can we find an opportunity to take action.
The same reason would apply if Sun Quan transferred Lu Xun away from Jingzhou.
Secretary Zhang looked at Feng Da Sima with a strange expression:
"Sounds like a pity to you?"
"Yes," Feng Da Sima was not afraid to deny this in front of Secretary Zhang Da, "Lu Xun is a great talent, loyal and sincere, and has made many great contributions to the state of Wu."
"It's a pity that Sun Quan seems to be open-minded and generous, but in fact he is mean and ungrateful. If he had an opinion about Lu Xun, Lu Xun might not have a happy ending. It's a pity..."
Zhang Xiaosi's expression became even weirder:
"You have plotted against others like this, and yet you feel pity for them here. Is this really a show of beauty? What a clever word!"
Feng Da Sima clicked his tongue and said dissatisfied:
"I sympathize with Lu Xun because of his character and talent; I attack him because he is my opponent, and there is no conflict between the two."
Glancing at Zhang Xiaosi, he said, "If the situation changes, Lu Xun might do the same."
"Changing places?" Secretary Zhang's eyes flashed, "What do you mean?"
She subconsciously looked outside, then turned her head again and lowered her voice:
"There hasn't been much movement in the palace recently, right? What are you..."
"What are you thinking about?" Feng Dasima clicked his tongue again, feeling that he couldn't explain clearly to this suspicious woman, "Talk about Sun Quan and Lu Xun, why are they involved in the palace again?"
"Oh, I thought...hehe."
Only then did Zhang Xiaosi realize that he had thought too much, and felt a little embarrassed:
"Speaking of which, Alang managed to transfer Lu Xun away from Jingzhou and asked Ma Di to assist your two disciples to attack Shangyong. I actually love them."
"I just hope they can understand your hard work as a gentleman and don't let people down."
"It doesn't matter if you lose. How can anyone be born to fight? Aren't they all trained step by step?"
Feng Da Sima didn't care, "Anyway, Shangyong is there, and he can't escape. We lost the first time, so we should sum up our experience and lessons and fight again."
Lu Xun left Jingzhou, and the generals of the Wu army in Xiangyang no longer had anything to fear.
As for the Wei army in Nanyang, it was not that easy to rescue Shangyong.
Could Shangyong be a good place for novices to gain experience?
Both Luo Xian and Fu Qian have good talents, and together with Ma Su, it is more than enough to be considered mediocre.
Over the years, Ma Su has been forced to do practical work and gain experience.
The problem of being too ambitious and too weak should be corrected after so many years.
After all, even a pig, after experiencing so many things, knows that he has eaten too much.
"We can just watch the show about things in the south. Don't worry too much."
"If you don't worry about things in the south, then let's talk about things in the north?"
"What's going on in the north?"
"Shi Zhongrong, the governor of Shangdang, moved very quickly. As soon as the weather got warmer, he sent the first batch of people who were going to move to Jiuyuan."
"oh?"
When Feng Da Sima heard this, his spirits perked up and he sat up straight: "How many people are there?"
"There are more than 400 people and nearly 500 people, all of whom are local wealthy families. They are accused of either collaborating with thieves or capital thieves. The masterminds are executed, their land is deprived of their citizenship, and the three tribes are exiled to Henan and Hejian (i.e. Hetao)."
Secretary Zhang took a breath and felt a cool breath between his teeth.
Feng Da Sima glanced at Zhang Xiaosi.
Si Niang is still much softer than her elder sister.
If it were Zhang Xingcai, he probably wouldn't even blink.
"Is the evidence conclusive?"
"Most of them were reported by others, and we haven't found anything fabricated out of thin air yet."
"Then follow the procedures. No matter how many people are sent, as long as they are not wronged, they will all be handled according to the set rules."
As for why so many people were implicated at once, do you still need to ask?
Because some people want to grow cotton in Guandong quickly, and some want to use Tongyi to accumulate capital and then make a comeback.
It is cruel to treat one's own people against one's own people.
Coupled with the push from the government.
With the overwhelming momentum and turbulent tide, there will always be someone who is going to be the fuel and price of this era, right?
Who is the one?
The first batch of fuel and price must be those who lost the bet.
Who told you to be on the wrong team?
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The Qinzhi Road starting from Chang'an has been like a major artery, closely connecting Guanzhong and Henan since the first day it was built.
Controlling Henan not only meant that there would be a steady stream of war horses, but it also meant that the northern part of Guanzhong had the thickest barrier.
You can even "expand China" as the "foundation for destroying Hu".
The Qin, the Former Han, and the Later Han had never officially given up trying to control Henan for hundreds of years. The biggest reason was precisely based on this.
In the early years, Feng Da Sima traveled thousands of miles and led the army eastward from Liangzhou into Henan, killing tens of thousands of Hu cavalry.
Later, he suggested that the imperial court set up the Jiuyuan Dudufu to once again actually control this Guanzhong barrier.
When Emperor Ji Han moved the capital to Chang'an, for the sake of the stability of Guanzhong and the war horses in the army, it was impossible to give up the national policy that had lasted for hundreds of years.
Over the years, although Ji Han suffered from the fact that the thieves were not eliminated and the treasury was tight, he never thought of giving up Henan.
On the contrary, driven by Feng Da Sima, the imperial court continued to adopt various policies and tried every means to make it a real Han Dynasty again.
And if you want it to become a Han land, you need Han people.
At this time, a Han team was walking on the Qinzhi Road winding around Qiaoshan.
Their direction was towards Jiuyuan in the north.
The Qinzhi Road on Qiaoshan Mountain is built on the ridge of the mountain. Walking on it, you can directly overlook the mountain.
At this time, Qiaoshan is covered with lush trees. Looking from Qinzhidao, the eyes are full of vastness.
Looking back, the mountains are stacked on top of each other as far as the eye can see, and Chang'an is no longer visible.
It makes people suddenly feel sad.
"Don't stop, don't look back, don't dawdle, it's not time to rest yet."
There was a scolding sound in my ears.
Feng Chuan quickly withdrew his gaze and walked again with his head down.
There were men and women around him. Many of them had sad expressions on their faces, but they did not dare to cry loudly.
After climbing over the main peak of Qiaoshan, continue to the north, and the mountain becomes lower and lower until you enter the flatland.
The Qiaoshan Mountains were like a giant beast lying behind them, preventing them from turning back and returning to their hometown and the Central Plains.
More and more people have turned from sadness to despair, and in the end only numbness is left.
All they could do was follow the team forward, heading north.
The forest sea that blocked out the sky gradually turned into sparse bushes.
From the jungle, it turned into waist-high grassland.
At night, you can even hear the howling of hungry wolves not far away.
Fortunately, Feng Chuan's team has been walking on the straight road to Qin.
After years of renovation, although Qinzhi Road is not as it was in its heyday, both sides of the road are lined with post stations, military forts, and even palaces.
But every once in a while, the Jihan court would build a post office.
Next to many post offices, there are even temporary warehouses and guesthouses belonging to the Xinghan Society.
With the post office as the center, some resting places for business travelers gradually formed.
These places can provide hot water, food, and resting places for people like Feng Chuan.
On the road, you can even occasionally see horse teams passing by.
Although it is only occasional, it shows that the connection between the north and Guanzhong is becoming increasingly close again.
The further north you go, the more damaged the trees planted on both sides of the Qin Straight Road are.
Feng Chuan also noticed that there were some ungrown trees on both sides of the damaged road.
Obviously, this was most likely replanted by someone specially sent by the imperial court.
Thanks to the convenience of Qin Zhidao, the actual treatment of Feng Chuan and these people seems to be much better than the imagined exile in the frontier.
In addition to being able to replenish food at the post office, there are even medical staff accompanying the team.
Although except for two medical workers who seemed to have some experience, the remaining ones were all young and had not even lost the fluff on their lips.
But in this case, even a little hope can be comforting.
It is precisely because of what they saw and heard along the way that Feng Chuan and others, after experiencing sadness, despair, and then numbness, could not help but feel a glimmer of hope:
Maybe, Jiuyuan's side is not as bad as he imagined?
This kind of mentality, rather than holding a ten thousandth of hope, is better to say that I will not die until I reach the river and comfort myself.
Gradually, after passing through the desolate and uninhabited grassland, the scenery ahead seemed to begin to change again.
Not only did my mouth and nose feel moist, but the breeze that blew over me also had a faint smell of mutton, as well as the smell of cattle and sheep excrement.
When they saw an extremely huge silver belt and the herds of cattle and sheep surrounding the silver belt, Wuyuan arrived.
