[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Shangzhou, Yanguan.

Yanguan is a border fortress. As the gateway of the Southern Dynasties, it has undertaken the important task of resisting the invasion of northern nomads since the founding of the country. Not only that, it is also a place where troops are stationed. While fighting against foreign enemies, it must also ensure the city's internal economic governance. The logistics are guaranteed to the maximum, so in this vast area, there are still many well-cultivated farming lands.

Now it is autumn, and it is the critical season for harvesting, which must not be neglected. You must know that in the past few years, the winter weather has become worse every year, and the imperial court has always cut corners on food and salaries. Therefore, harvesting and saving food and grass has become a problem Yanguan is the most important thing right now.

However, the arrival of an imperial decree completely disrupted the order of Yanguan autumn harvest.

"...'Embrace your own dignity!', 'Taking credit for pride!', 'Deceitful!', 'Arrogance does not know the grace of the king!' How can they have the face to say it?!"

In the study room of the general's mansion, an old lady with full hair was yelling curses. She was slamming the dragon-headed cane in her hand heavily, and her resolute and compassionate face was full of resentment.

"No one in the Southern Dynasty knows that my husband has been guarding the border for decades and never dares to slack off. Even if he has any slight mistakes, the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty can blame him, only the officials can't—only the Xuanyuan Shi Xiaoer can’t!!!”

These words were too disrespectful, and a long-browed veteran at the side was horrified, and hurriedly dissuaded in a low voice: "The princess is careful! Things must not be so bad, how can the saint not see the old general's kindness? It must be those treacherous ministers and villains who have caused troubles in it and deceived the saint with slander!"

The old woman gave him a sideways look, and then sneered: "Slander? Tell me, who else in this world can force officials to make orders? He was just dissatisfied for a long time, so he seized him when he was recruiting his husband to return to Beijing for his job. killed him!"

The veteran sighed again: "No, the general has worked so hard and is married to the royal family. The saint will not punish him severely. In my opinion, this is just a blow or two. I believe the general will come back soon, otherwise the frontier fortress will come back soon." Who will guard it?"

"Huh!" The old princess stopped laughing and scolded angrily, "Okay, both of you are the most loyal and patriotic generals, only I am the disrespectful—but how much are you worth as my in-laws?" ?! The most ruthless emperor's family, and now this one is even more ruthless and cowardly, thinking back when my poor little sister was raped and died in the grassland, you can see that he was a bit sad?"

No, after the king pretended to praise the dead daughter, and lala miscellaneously posted twenty or thirty poems that he claimed to be affectionate, he went to the mountain villa to escape the summer heat in the name of "excessive sadness", and took in several concubines in succession. All of them are younger and immature than Di Ji who died tragically.

The long-browed veteran was suddenly speechless.

When mentioning her younger sister, the old princess also gave her a pause, she stopped talking resentfully, and then said: "There is only one way now, that is, I will go to Beijing in person, and I have a way to seek justice."

The veteran knew that the princess was stubborn, but he didn't know how to persuade him, so he had to turn his attention to the other two young people in the study, hoping that they could help him find a way to appease the angry old lady.

So Wei Guanjun, the veteran's own son, was the first to speak: "Princess! I'm going to ask the soldiers and the common people to write a letter to the people! It will definitely prove the innocence of General Zhao!"

Then Wei Jinghuan, the distant nephew of the veteran, responded second: "Princess! I will go south to Hangjing first! Whether it is to go to the prison to find General Zhao or contact relatives and friends in the court, let me go to find out first! "

Veteran with long eyebrows: "..."

Unworthy son!Two backstabs!

The princess's expression slowed down a little, and there was a smile on his face: "Okay, you go ahead and do it, but Jing Heng, you go south first, and I will stay here until the autumn harvest is over, and then I will enter Beijing later, old Wei, guarding the border will be temporary. Leave it to you, I will bring that old idiot back as soon as possible, just to stabilize the morale of the army before entering the east, and this cold winter will make those tartars come and go!"

For a long time, the old general has taken the lead in guarding Yanguan, and has great prestige among the army and the people. As long as there is an old general, Yanguan will not fall.

The matter was settled like this, the old princess still wanted to find several other generals, and left in a hurry. After the old princess left, he turned to stare at the two juniors: "What are you talking about!"

Wei Guanjun was not convinced, and asked stiffly: "Father, otherwise, we must rescue the old general, and he was wronged! The crimes in the imperial decree are all written as 'unnecessary'!"

The veteran let out a long sigh: "That can't bother the princess, it is the will of the saint after all, since it's all 'unnecessary', then the old general will definitely be acquitted in the end..."

Wei Guanjun was angry and impatient, but he didn't know how to persuade his father. Wei Jinghuan knew that this distant uncle was very stubborn, so he immediately interrupted and changed the subject: "Uncle, if the saint is detained because of Old General Zhao, why don't you give up?" What about sending a new supervising army? Or the sage did something even better and sent a new general directly, what do you think we should do?"

In the past ten years, the imperial court has been sending military supervisors to the border. There are officials and internal supervisors, which have brought countless troubles to the general and the princess. It has always been the easiest to create conflicts, let alone the officials He was also suspicious of the border defense, so these supervising soldiers who were good at guessing what they wanted became more difficult to get along with, which added huge constraints to Shangzhou's governance and border defense.

Fortunately, there is still the old princess in Shangzhou. She is also a member of the royal family, she is smart and powerful, and has profound qualifications. She has been able to deal with it in the past few years, but now the old general is detained in Hangjing, which almost collapsed the business. For half a day in the state, all the affairs were piled up in front of the old princess, and she still had to find a way to get the old general out. If there was another supervising army to add to the chaos...

What's even more frightening is that it's not just another supervising army, but a new general who is airborne.

No one knows better than the soldiers of Shangzhou the virtues of the generals in the court today, let those guys guard the border...

The veteran with long eyebrows and white eyebrows stood upright, and soon left worriedly, leaving the two younger generals relatively speechless in the simple and simple courtyard.

After a long while, Wei Champion couldn't help it anymore: "Jing Huan, what do we do if you say that a new general really comes?"

Wei Jinghuan also answered simply: "There is no way, the military order is too big, so we can't have a new general, we must stop it before the imperial decree is issued."

The truth is true, but the imperial decree must be stopped in advance...

Whose door will they go to to intercede with this group of frontier generals?

*

If you want to talk about Wei Jinghuan's experience in the past ten years, it is really wonderful. After the trip to the juvenile grassland, the unlucky child first cried with his family, and then he was beaten until he couldn't get out of bed for a month. Kowtow at the head of the bed to be scolded.

Of course, Huo Yuhuai also received similar treatment to his cousin, except that cousin Huo was not an ordinary person. He was beaten and scolded on his front foot, but passed the imperial examination high school on his back foot, so he successfully escaped the next confinement and guarding...

But Wei Jinghuan did not give up on this. He strengthened his determination to guard the border. After being forcibly detained in Hangzhou for a year, he slipped back to Shangzhou. He started out as a small soldier, confuses his own sageness, endures hardships, makes contributions, and is finally promoted to a partial general, and then becomes the "nephew of his own family" recognized by the old princess and the old general.

Wei Jinghuan's progress speed is quite gratifying, and it seems that he can become a general in the future, but compared with his cousin, Wei Jinghuan is still too slow.

Unlike the struggling Wei Jinghuan, Huo Yuhuai's future is really smooth sailing. The imperial examination helped him enter the ruling class, allowing him to gain the attention of the officials as the number one scholar. He soon got his chance.

For Huo Yuhuai who can read minds, the officialdom is almost transparent to him, he can see everyone's secrets and dirty thoughts, and he even knows the emperor best in the world.

In the obscure and complicated power field of the Southern Dynasties, what can a deep mind reader in the city do?Huo Yuhuai gave the answer with his rocket-like promotion speed.

Wei and Huo have not seen each other for a long time, but they still exchange letters, and they are still good brothers who roamed the grasslands together. Now that the old general is in trouble, Wei Jinghuan immediately picked out his circle of friends - he has a warm and forthright personality , I have made many friends, but at this sensitive time, there are few trustworthy and capable people

Wei Jinghuan had no choice but to ask Huo Yuhuai for help, writing hastily and inquiring about the current situation.

Wei Jinghuan must go to Hangjing, but before that, he must find out what the emperor thinks.

*

What did the emperor of the Southern Dynasties think...

Darigachi didn't know, but he knew that the old emperor must be a fool.

"Hahaha, he detained that General Zhao?" Darigachi couldn't help it, so he also laughed, "I thought the way to win without fighting was to wait for the old general to die of old age, but now it seems It’s one more thing to look forward to.”

When Darigachi talked about the emperors of the Southern Dynasties, he always spoke contemptuously, and only had some respect when he mentioned General Zhao.

At this very moment, this great khan is sitting in his teeth tent, gnawing on the precious fruit brought from the west. Difficult, but not to mention that the taste is really sweet, he can't get tired of eating it, he doesn't even want to throw up the fruit pit.

"Hmph, I would like to meet that general Zhao, it would be interesting to smash the Yanguan city wall in front of him..."

Opposite the Great Khan was sitting a burly young man, tall and strong, his muscles and bones were as strong as cast iron. He was staring at the sand table on the table, with his arms folded in front of his chest, and his face was full of eagerness. fighting spirit.

Darigachi laughed, and asked with some testiness: "Alatan, the wall of Yanguan is not so easy to break, and what we have to consider is how to gnaw down this hard bone with the least loss, and , even if we have conquered Shangzhou, how will you deal with those southerners who resist you?"

Defending the city has always been easier than attacking the city, and Yanguan is a military important place. It has been garrisoned heavily for decades, and the people are brave.

Alatan quickly gave the answer, and he took it for granted: "Massacre."

Darigachi nodded, agreeing with the answer very much, but he continued to raise the difficulty: "Yes, none of the rebels can stay, but the southern cities are rich and densely populated, so you can't kill them like this."

"The five cities of Yanguan near the Great Wall must be massacred, but if you go further inland, you can't do that. Those timid southerners will be frightened sooner or later, so there will always be people who surrender, and we can't massacre those A city willing to surrender."

Alatan was taught: "Slaves are also property, and all waste should be killed."

For Alatan, those southerners hiding in the high walls are like wild horses on the grassland. Once they meet the Tar tribes, these wild animals cannot escape—either future domestic animals or The rations to satisfy the hunger are the best if they can be captured and domesticated alive, and it is not a pity to kill those who are not tamed.

"Yes, that's the truth." Dari Gachi also smiled contemptuously.

Yes, those who surrender out of cowardice are not slaves and livestock, but what else are they?

The father and son talked speculatively, and the father began to habitually persuade him to drink again, so Alatan also looked away from the sand table, but there was nothing left on the table at this time, only the wine glass in front of him. Half the wine.

Alatan stared at the pile of fruit cores on the table, and asked after a while, "...Father Khan?"

Darigachi finally came to his senses, coughed uncomfortably, and then held up his wine glass in a disguised manner: "Come on, let's toast, it's just a few fruits—oh, why are you looking at your father like this, kid? The lack of this thing, isn't Joelan already concerned about it."

An uncontrollable smile finally appeared in Alatan's eyes. He also raised his wine glass and asked jokingly: "Father Khan, the little uncle's wishes have nothing to do with you. Instead, you are talking about who you give all the things you get." gone?"

Darigachi: "Cough cough cough!"

Of course it was his concubines and his servants who needed mercy. After all, his sons were all adults, so there was no reason for his father to follow him to feed him!Alas, it's all Joelanle's fault for spoiling these brats, this person who has no family to support is chic...

Of course, Alatan didn't mean to get angry with his father, he himself didn't lack for this stutter, and the relationship between their father and son was very good, this was just a joke.

After drinking, Alatan picked up the sand table and was about to leave: "Lend me this sand table for a few days, why is it so heavy... Tsk, it's made of pure gold?"

Darigachi smiled triumphantly: "Isn't this sent by Bagen? Alas, my son is too filial, so I can't help my father."

Alatan's expression became serious, and he frowned: "Brother always focuses on grabbing things every time he goes, searching for every penny, and he refuses to give his subordinates any profit. An old tomb of money, last time I went to touch the jewelry worn by the concubines of the Oron tribe..."

Because of these terrible bad habits, Bagen's reputation is very bad. Although no one dares to say it publicly, who doesn't curse this "jackal among wolves" in private, and it is said that "it really is not the Great Khan's Blood"!

Of course, Alatan didn't want his elder brother to be slandered by villains, but Ba Gen was greedy, and he really didn't know how to defend his elder brother.

"Forget it, it's just a little hobby..." The old father waved his hand indifferently. Although Bagen was greedy in grabbing things, he was very generous when he treated his parents, brothers, wives and children, so Darikachi I don't think this is a shortcoming.

"I've told you that I don't know how many times. Your little uncle beat him several times, but Ba Gen just can't get rid of this habit, and he is your own brother. You can go directly to persuade him."

Persuade him?With the big brother's heart, he was rushing to make a vengeance. It didn't happen like this the past few times. If it wasn't for the mother who pressed them to reconcile, they could continue to fight.

Alatan couldn't help but said, "Then I'll go first."

"Go, go, you're going to find Huo Erlanle, aren't you?" Darigachi guessed casually, but hit the bull's-eye, so he showed a subtle smile, "He should be at the racecourse now? It's not you guys today." Is it a gathering of boys, your brother is probably there too, oh, your little uncle and your brother have such a good relationship-"

Aladdin: ...

Alatan turned his head and left: hum.

*

Dari Gachi's conjecture is not wrong, and Miao Xuan is indeed with his eldest nephew now, but they are not in the hot ♂♂♂ racecourse, but in Wuyun Yada's big tent.

Ten years have passed, and Wuyun Yada has grown older. Her compassionate face is covered with deep furrows and wrinkles. Her body is also crooked and shriveled, like an old tree root that is withering. Aging makes her even walk normally. They can't live without crutches, let alone take on Yada's responsibilities.

Darigachi was grateful for her dedication and begged her many times to go to the holy mountain to retire, but Wuyun Yada decided to follow the will of the previous generation, King Khan, and dedicate everything to this grassland.

Therefore, Wuyun Yada sat devoutly in the big tent every day, silently guarding her clansmen, and wishing the six animals rest in the sunrise and sunset.

Today is a good day. Before the official meeting of the Great Khan, teenagers from all major tribes gathered in the racecourse, competing in various sample collars, hoping to win the ranking, so as to show their face in front of the Khan. Once a group of similar age It is inevitable that there will be some accidents when the boys get together.

"what--!!!"

Amidst the shrill screams, the wounded shouted desperately on the hospital bed: "Lord Boja, I'm dying! Please spare me——!!!"

Such a vibrant scene also infected Wuyun Yada. She basked in the sun happily and watched her successor practice medicine gently with a smile.

Well, gentle practice medicine.

Miao Xuan pretended not to hear the screams in his ears, and continued to sew up the wound in his hand. His hands were unbelievably steady. Although his movements were unavoidably rough, his efficiency was very fast, and it didn't take long for him to sew up the wound on the wounded man's stomach. gap.

"This is the first step." Miao Xuan exhorted while cleaning his hands, "Then you lie here for seven days, and I will see how the healing progresses."

The wounded had been tormented by the pain and his consciousness was blurred. He seemed to be struggling to say something, but in the end he could only lie on the plank half dead, and was carried down by several assistants.

"He is really a brave and lively child." Wuyun Yada said lovingly, "However, the competition between the Tartars should not be a life-and-death struggle. Young people are still too angry."

Over the past few years, Wuyun Yada has become more and more kind and peaceful, as if as long as the grassland people are worthy of love in her heart.

Miao Xuan heard it amused: "Our camp is surrounded by snow-watered rivers. If you are very angry, you can take a bath instead of making troubles around - just like the kid just now. It took a big bite."

Wuyun Yada nodded, and said strangely: "Such a big opening, it requires strong alcohol to sterilize it and stitches to suture it, and it actually made him suffer... But why doesn't he want to drink anesthetic soup? That pain can be relieved." A lot."

Of course Miao Xuan didn’t understand either, but whenever this kind of energetic young man made willful demands, Miao Xuan would always satisfy them—since you insist on surgery without anesthesia, and you still look generous and self-satisfied, then I’d rather Is there any reason to stop it?

The door of the big tent was opened at this time, and a young man with heavy objects in his hands stepped in. The scorching sun at noon shone on his bronze-colored face, and outlined his profound facial features along the bone.

"Because that kid wants to attract the teacher's special attention." The young man smiled very gently, but his words were full of sarcasm. "He probably thinks that not being afraid of pain is a very heroic character."

"Geriletu!" Wuyun Yada hurriedly said, "Why do you carry such a heavy thing by yourself, put it down quickly."

"It's okay, it's not heavy." The young man walked to Miao Xuan quite easily, sat down next to him, and gently put the basket in his hand on the ground, "Teacher, let's take care of these medicinal materials together, otherwise you will have to One is busy late."

Miao Xuan thanked the eldest nephew for his kindness: "It's okay, my movements are still very fast, and don't you go to the racecourse, it's so lively today?"

Geriletu laughed: "What's there to do? It's the most boring thing to compete with a group of people who are far inferior to yourself, and only the eldest brother will be proud of defeating those boys who haven't even grown their hair yet."

Miao Xuan was helpless: "But judging from your age, you, like them, also belong to the category of 'hair not fully grown'."

Geriletu let out a soft oh, and then said innocently: "How come, little uncle, haven't you seen it before? When we went to the river to take a bath together, mine was obviously better than yours—"

Miao Xuan Zhensheng: "Geriletu!"

The young man smiled, and then apologized obediently: "I'm sorry, Yada, I was rude."

Wuyun Yada on the side couldn't help laughing: "It's okay, it's okay, you young people like to compare these things, I understand."

Miao Xuan: ...

my grandma!What are you learning?

"Oh, what's the matter, after all, it's also a symbol of masculinity." The narrow-minded grandma knew everything, "But Geriletu, you're not afraid that your little uncle won't give you anesthesia soup the next time you get hurt. ?”

Geriletu blinked, then turned to look at Miao Xuan: "Sounds really scary, little uncle, would you treat me like this?"

Miao Xuan had no expression on his face: "If you want, I can give it a try."

So Geriletu said with great interest: "Since the little uncle did it, I will never cry out that it hurts."

Miao Xuan was so bullied that he had nothing to say, and once again deeply realized that it was becoming more and more difficult to take care of children.