Chu Qing is an impatient person.
He couldn't remember the last time he strolled in Beijing and walked slowly.
It seemed that after taking charge of Qianqi Camp, every time he left the Yamen Office and the Chu Mansion, he was either running or sitting in a carriage outside.
Walking side by side with Feng Luo, who was walking steadily but at an extremely slow pace, Chu Qing suddenly felt that he seemed to have calmed down.
His calmness comes from Feng Luo.
This kind of calmness comes from Feng Luo's presence.
It also came from the fact that when he realized that Feng Luozhen was harboring evil intentions, he could give an order and quickly insert several short knives into the old man's vital parts.
This kind of calmness is called the perpetrator next to you.
Only when the perpetrator is under your nose, and only when you have the ability to kill the perpetrator at any time, can you have this kind of peace, or some kind of peace of mind.
The New Year's Day is approaching, and Nanshi already has a bit of a New Year atmosphere. Red lanterns are hung high. Nanshi, which is not usually bustling with people, has many dignitaries.
Qizhen Pavilion.
Chu Qing suddenly smiled and walked slowly with Feng Luo, arriving at Qizhen Pavilion unknowingly.
Everything starts from here.
I met Huang Laosi who played an extremely sad song, plagiarized a few poems, and met Tao Shaozhang. From then on, my life completely changed.
But soon, Chu Qing's smile stopped.
Because Feng Luo stopped, looked at the plaque of Qizhen Pavilion, and then looked at Chu Qing, his smile grew stronger.
Chu Qing's brows frowned tightly.
He knew that Feng Luo had definitely investigated him.
If I hadn't investigated myself, I wouldn't have stopped outside the Qizhen Pavilion.
Feng Luo turned around and came outside Qizhen Pavilion.
A horse, kicking its hooves and snoring, was tied to a wooden stake.
Feng Luo walked up. The horse's big black eyes looked a little wary.
Gently rubbing the bridge of the horse's nose, Feng Luo murmured a few words in a low voice. The horse calmed down and even used the horse's head to arch Feng Luo's slightly skinny chest.
Feng Luo smiled slightly: "What a good horse. Do you know how much such a good horse is worth at the border?"
Chu Qing shook his head: "I don't know, kid."
Feng Luo raised three fingers.
Chu Qing asked: "Three Guan?"
"Three good men."
Chu Qing looked puzzled: "Three good men?"
"In the sixth year of the text, the war horses at the border were suffering from horse hoof disease and were short of horses. The cavalry was short of horses. Because of the lack of horses, the old man could only watch. Watching the Liang thieves looting the border town, the cavalry had no horses to ride on and could not pursue them, so they could only stand. On the city wall, I watched the thieves walk away."
Chu Qing listened patiently, and Feng Luo continued: "I just thought that if this goes on, it won't work, so I took my personal guards and used a plan to end the situation. I asked you to enter the urn, and there were 1,500 Liangrong rangers. It’s a plan.”
Speaking of this, Feng Luo's face showed an extremely proud look: "The old guards are all good hands, good with bows and horses, two hundred guards, 4,300 frontier troops, ambush When the rangers were attacked, I ordered them to shoot arrows, but not to shoot horses."
Fu San's expression changed drastically: "If you don't shoot the horse, how can you stop the Rangers from charging!?"
Feng Luo turned his head and looked at Fu San, who suddenly interrupted: "You are a child who knows soldiers. Yes, fifteen hundred rangers are coming fiercely. They have already let go of their horses and need to be fired by archers. Arrows are raining down from the sky. , can stop it, but when the arrows rain down from the sky, how can they not hit the horse?"
Feng Luo's expression changed, and the originally slightly complacent expression turned into desolation and sadness.
"There was no rain of arrows, no volleys, only fear, only caution, only looking forward and backward. Because of the old military orders, those good men and archers were knocked away, and their chests were trampled to pieces by the horses. Headed off."
"If you lose, you also win. If it's a battle, you lose. If it's a horse, you win." Feng Luo patted the horse's head again: "We gained one hundred and sixty prairie horses, but lost... four hundred and eighty people." , a war horse requires the lives of three good men to exchange for it."
Chu Qing lowered his head, not knowing how to respond.
"Boy, do you know how horse hoof disease was transmitted back then?"
Chu Qing shook his head: "I don't know."
"Li Qiong'an, the prefect of Liuzhou, said he was going to the border to inspect grain and grass, but in fact, he asked his caravan under the name of the Li family to go to the grassland to collect fur goods. Liangren, bad, extremely bad, sold those goods at a low price. The sick horse was sold to his caravan, and the horse hoof disease spread to the border troops."
Chu Qing's face darkened: "Where is Li Qiong'an now?"
"Crippled, my legs were disabled by old age."
Chu Qing looked excited: "Good fight."
"Then do you know how much these legs are worth?"
Chu Qing was stunned again: "What do you mean?"
Feng Luo raised three fingers.
"Three good men?"
Feng Luo shook his head slightly: "Three thousand border troops."
Chu Qing took a breath: "Three thousand border troops?"
"There are three thousand border troops guarding Qingyao Town, and the food and grass supplies are all sent from Liuzhou. Because the old man broke Li Qiong'an's legs, the Li family holds a grudge. In the cold winter, it was a full fifty days late, and the food and grass were late. After fifty days, the three thousand frontier troops were short of food and drink. Finally, the food and grass were delivered. When they were delivered, three thousand corpses of Qingyao Town fell under the city."
Chu Qing fell into silence again, with a fire in his heart that wanted to devour something.
He didn't dare to ask any more questions.
Because he knew that the Li family was still alive and well, and there were many courtiers in the court who came from the Li family in Liuzhou.
A white-faced young man in fine clothes walked out of the Qizhen Pavilion. He was from a noble family, followed by an entourage, with a painting rolled in his hand.
Seeing the crowd surrounding his horse and seeing many probing horses around, he wanted to ask questions, but he didn't dare.
Feng Luo smiled and waved: "Come on, don't be afraid, I want to ask you something."
The white-faced boy swallowed a mouthful of saliva and walked over cautiously.
"I want to ask you, your horse's knee bones are a little bent. It must have run a lot in winter."
"To tell you this, students usually ride it when going out."
"Don't you know how to raise a horse?"
The white-faced boy replied honestly: "There is a groom in the house."
"How many horses do you have in your house?"
"More than twenty horses."
"Oh, quite a lot, quite a lot." Feng Luo patted the horse's back: "I don't dare to ride like this in winter. If you ride like this, you won't be able to run for long."
The white-faced boy didn't know what Feng Luo meant, so he just nodded and didn't dare to speak casually.
Then looking at the painting scroll behind the white-faced young man, Feng Luo asked with a smile: "How much did you buy this painting?"
"Fifteen strings."
"I see that you speak well and are handsome. You come from a good family, right? Is the elder in the family an official?"
"My father, Liu Wentao, is the seventh-rank chief of the Criminal Department."
"Okay, excuse me." Feng Luo stepped aside and signaled that the other party could leave.
The white-faced boy quickly led the horse away.
Feng Luo still smiled.
"More than twenty army horses, more than sixty good men, fifteen strings, and one month's food and fodder for a flag team of the border army."
Feng Luo looked at the white-faced boy's retreating figure, still smiling and speaking softly.
"His father is only a seventh-level officer. He is an old man, but he is a commander of the frontier army. His father can raise more than 20 war horses at will. He is an old man, but he has to sacrifice the lives of more than 60 good men to support a young man. A young scholar takes out fifteen strings at will, but an old man has to look at a flag team and the good men at the border fighting for the country, suffering from cold and hunger. The military men at the border take care of their war horses as their fathers and mothers. Jing, the noble family will let this horse be tied here and let the wind and snow beat it."
