Sha Po Lang

Huang Tu's hegemony has suffered several times, leaving a page in the history.

Throughout the ages, the emperors of the past dynasties are not the same. Some came to govern the country, some came to bring disaster to the country and the people, some came to give up their hands to cultivate immortals, and some came to make waves.

The former Emperor Yuanhe was undoubtedly a sect of cultivating immortals, forgiving, benevolent, and incompetent. Although his son had similar political views with him, his style of work was undoubtedly a sect of wind and waves.

Long'an Emperor Li Feng never believed in "governing a big country is like cooking a small fish". He was diligent and tough in politics. Since he ascended the throne, he changed the previous emperor's soft style of neglecting government affairs, and started his tumultuous ruling career——

In the first year, Gu Yun, Marquis of Anding, was sent to escort the eldest son of Sirius, Jialai Yinghuo, back to northern Xinjiang. At the same time, he concluded a new line of the ancient Silk Road with many parties, and opened a first-line trade channel in the Western Regions.

Whether it's repairing the relationship with Beiman, or poking Andinghou on the front line of the Western Regions to supervise the expansion of the Silk Road, the emperor's hatred for the increasingly stretched treasury has been revealed to the world, and there is a big "you, Gu Yun, can't make money back. Just sell yourself."

In the second year of Long'an, King Wei colluded with Dongying people in a vain attempt to take the capital from the sea, causing disaster.Unexpectedly, the conspiracy was revealed halfway, and the Jiangnan navy swiftly captured the head of the Haijiao leader. King Wei was imprisoned, and then "suicide" by taking poison.

Emperor Long'an took this as an opportunity to ruthlessly purge the officialdom in the south of the Yangtze River. 86 officials, big and small, were implicated, and more than 40 of them were asked to be executed. Never hire.

In the same year, the new law began to be fully implemented in the south of the Yangtze River, and the land occupied by the gentry and landlords in various places was strictly investigated. What is planted and what is built on each piece of land has to go through layers of approval. The degree of centralization is not as good as that of Emperor Wu, and the restrictions on Ziliujin have reached an unprecedented level.

No one dared to have any objection—all those who objected were the Royal Party of Wei, either with a knife from the top or a knife from the bottom.

Two years later, in the fourth year of Long'an, Li Feng began to implement the "Law of the Hand", requiring folk long-armed masters to register and file in the place where they belonged, and obtain the "Order" to continue their business.

According to seniority and ability, the imperial court divided the long-armed masters into five classes. There is a seal under each order, and each seal has a number. Those who hold this order must keep records of what they have repaired and what they have done.

There are strict restrictions on what level you can do, and it is strictly forbidden for unregistered long-arm masters to take jobs without permission.

All armor and lighters related to military supplies, non-military long-armed divisions are not allowed to get involved, and those who violate this order will have their fingers cut off and distributed.

As soon as this decree came out, there were a lot of disputes in the court, but no matter how the officials argued, the emperor and the cabinet that wore the same trousers as the emperor after the purge were all saying the same thing—if the line of the long-armed division is not strangled, how can it be Tighten the valve for Ziliujin to leak out?

And just before the debate on the reason for the command law, Li Feng threw out the next heavy thunder: "The law of drumming orders" was directed at the army.

The Daliang Dynasty originally had seven military divisions according to their functions, and each had a commander in Jiangnan, the Central Plains, Northern Sai, Western Regions, and Southern Xinjiang according to their regions.During this period, the appointment and dismissal of military officers, military pay, military rations, armor lighters, etc. should be allocated to the Ministry of War for overall planning, while other affairs should be managed by the commanders of the major military regions.

And the Marquis of Anding has a black iron tiger talisman in his hand, which can be used to deploy troops from all over the territory in case of military emergency.

Li Feng kept the layout of the five districts, and did not touch the tiger amulet in Hou Anding's hand. He just set up a few supervisors besides the commanders of each district.The supervisory army is directly under the Ministry of War, and it rotates every three years. It only cares about one thing, which is to ask the Ministry of War for "drumming orders".

If the order to beat the drums does not come, if the commander-in-chief dares to move his troops one step further, it will be regarded as conspiracy.

Except for the Xuantie Battalion, all troops stationed in the five districts must follow this order.

As soon as the drumming order came out, the whole country was in an uproar. Who cares about the trivial matters of the folk long-arm masters?

The emperor and the civil and military officials have been quarreling for a year, and three of the five commanders-in-chief are going to retire on the same day, causing a lot of trouble and disturbing the Marquis of Anding far in the northwest.

It was too late for Marquis An Ding to express his opinion on the emperor's death decree, but he had to bite the bullet and travel around to stabilize the morale of the army.

On the New Year's Eve of this year, Gu Yun happened to be returning to Beijing to report on his work, and more than 50 handkerchiefs were smashed across the street by big girls and daughter-in-laws. Already - diapers are cheaper than this.

Even the folks were chaotic along with it. Scholars from academies all over the world talked about almost nothing else all day long.

The court, which had been lifeless throughout the Yuanhe period, finally found something for them to talk about.

This chaos lasted until the sixth year of Long'an, and the drumming decree still hadn't been resolved. The sword, ready to smash one of the two sides in the tug-of-war at any time.

It was another year of cold autumn, four years had passed since the disaster in the south of the Yangtze River, and the bones of King Wei were cold.

Next to the official road in central Shu, there is a small wine shop called Xinghua Village - it is said that the name of the most village in Daliang is "Xinghua Village". Eight out of ten places that set up a shed to sell wine are called " Xinghua Village".

A young man gently lifted the curtain and entered.

He was not young enough, dressed in an old robe, dressed as a poor scholar, but his appearance was really handsome, so handsome that he was almost sharp-high nose bridge, temples cut like knives, eyes slightly sunken, like cold stars, but he didn't make people feel aggressive , comes with a gentle and jade-like demeanor, which can make people's eyes bright at first glance, and they won't get tired of watching it for a long time, but can taste a little indescribable tranquility and generosity.

The restaurant is very small, the dog has to bend over to enter the door, and there are only two tables inside, which are already full today.

The shopkeeper, who is also the waiter and accountant, was idly fiddling with the abacus, his eyes were involuntarily attracted by the young man, he secretly praised how handsome he was, and cupped his hands and said, "I'm sorry, guest officer, you couldn't come sooner." Coincidentally, there is no place to sit, there is still a place to stay about five miles ahead, why don't you go there and have a look?"

The scholar said with a good temper: "I'm a little thirsty when I pass here, please ask the shopkeeper to fill me with a pot of good wine, so I don't need to sit down."

The shopkeeper took his jug, and as soon as he opened the lid, the smell of residual wine gushed out: "Zhuyeqing, it's good."

The guest at the table next to him took the initiative to say hello: "Young Master, please come here to rest and make room for you."

The scholar did not refuse, but thanked him.

Before he could sit down, he heard someone at the table next to him say: "What's the noise? I think it's very good today. What's wrong with being an emperor and holding great power? To be disrespectful, maybe it's all day and night? Regardless of the matter, the one who either eats vegetarian food, recites Buddha, or hangs out with palace people, is he a good emperor?"

The scholar didn't expect that there were also people sitting in the wine shop watching the world's major events. Looking up, he saw an elderly man with his trousers rolled up talking. His hands were thick, and there was still a year old lighter between his fingers. Possibly a lowly long-armed division.

Immediately, an old farmer next to him echoed: "No, look at the current price of rice. Since the beginning of the dynasty, have you ever seen it cheaper?"

Seeing that he had fans, the long-armed master was even more proud, and he spoke nonsense: "I went to the city the day before yesterday and listened to a group of students from the academy discussing Taoism. Your Majesty is weakening our Daliang's frontier defense strength. It's just talking on paper. It's so ridiculous! Didn't you see the rebellion of the King of Wei? These commanders are far above the Emperor. We ordinary people are unlucky? I heard people say that with the Ministry of War’s control, the military expenditure will be reduced by then, and the civilians will not have to pay so much taxes. Isn’t it a good thing?”

As soon as this remark came out, everyone in the wine shop nodded their heads, and the old man who greeted the scholar to sit down also spoke up, saying: "The Marquis of Anding hasn't jumped out to object yet, but someone else blew up the pot for him first."

The scholar didn't pay much attention at first, but after hearing the word "Andinghou", he subconsciously raised his head and asked, "What does it have to do with Andinghou?"

The old man smiled and said: "Young master, I don't understand. This time, the emperor seems to have not moved the Xuantie camp, but in fact he has divided the military power in the hands of Marquis Anding—think about it, if the soldiers from all over the world can only beat drums in the future." Orders can be mobilized, so what about the Xuantie Tiger Talisman in the hands of Marquis Anding? Those who use troops without an order to beat drums are considered treason, so if the Ministry of War does not give orders to beat drums, will the five commanders listen to the Ministry of War or Master Hou?"

The scholar smiled and said, "So that's how it is, students are taught."

After finishing speaking, he saw that the shopkeeper had finished the drink, so he stopped listening to the nonsense of these rural villagers, politely thanked the old man who gave up his seat, put down the money for the drink and left.

As soon as he left the restaurant, he saw that there was someone already waiting in the empty place and he didn't speak. He seemed a little embarrassed to see the poor scholar, so he saluted neatly and stood aside as a prank. mural.

The scholar helped his forehead helplessly, and thought: "The pursuit is getting faster and faster."

This "scholar" was none other than Chang Geng, who was "escorted" by Xuan Ying all the way back to the capital after a quarrel with Gu Yun four years ago.

After rejecting the emperor's many rewards, Chang Geng tried for half a year, fighting with the generals of the Hou's family every day, and finally managed to escape from the Andinghou's residence.

Gu Yun sent people to chase him several times, and the two sides had a painful back-and-forth for a whole year. Later, Gu Yun saw that the child was really like a young eagle that couldn't be kept in captivity, so he had to compromise and let him go.

It's just that wherever Chang Geng went, he would meet a few mysterious guards of the Xuantie Camp who followed him in casual clothes.

Later, under the recommendation of the monk, Chang Geng worshiped under the sect of a little-known folk master, and followed his master to live a life of ecstasy, traveling all over the rivers and mountains and places where no one went, and once got rid of the Xuantieying .

But every time he appeared near the post station, he would be watched again. As soon as he entered Sichuan, this young soldier was waiting for him.

It's just that Chang Geng is no longer the confused and stubborn young man he was back then.He walked up to the man with his horse, and said with a pleasant face, "Thank you for your hard work, brother, how is my adoptive father?"

The young soldier was a bit slow to speak, he didn't expect that Chang Geng would come to talk to him, he replied at a loss: "Dian... Young Master, everything is fine with the master, he said that if the border is stable at the end of the year, he will go home for the New Year."

"Okay, then I'll leave for Beijing in two days." Chang Geng nodded after hearing this, he couldn't see how happy he was, and he couldn't see how reluctantly, as he said, he handed over the wine jug that had just been filled, " You have worked hard all the way, brother, drink some wine to keep warm."

No matter how ignorant the young soldier was, he knew that his sudden appearance would be an eyesore. Unexpectedly, Chang Geng was not in a hurry, but even invited him to drink with a pleasant face. He was flattered for a while.

He didn't dare to touch the spout of the pot with his own mouth, and took a sip from the air tremblingly, without daring to spill a drop, returned his hands back, and led the horse for Chang Geng.

Chang Geng: "In the spring, I actually went to the northwest, but my adoptive father was busy with military affairs, so I didn't show up to bother him. The ancient Silk Road was really prosperous, and a pile of vast seas and yellow sands could become crowded with people. In the whole of Daliang, there are not many places that are more prosperous than that."

The little soldier saw no one was near, and said in a low voice: "There is a commander in charge, and the sand bandits have gradually disappeared in recent years. Many people have settled down at the crossing of the ancient silk road to do business. There are gadgets from all over the place. The commander said that if your Highness has anything The beloved thing, he returned to Beijing to bring you back the first year."

Chang Geng paused for a moment, then said flatly: "It's good that I come back."

The young soldier couldn't understand the meaning in his words, thinking that he was just talking casually.People who have lived in the army for a long time don't know how to flatter them, so they honestly fell silent.

Chang Geng walked on the official road in central Sichuan with a normal expression, but his chest felt a little hot. He thought that parting was like water, and if he splashed it, all the cinnabar gamboge and green ocher would be washed away, but Gu Yun carved it on it. , After washing for a long time, the traces became deeper and deeper.

Hearing that Gu Yun was going back to Beijing at the end of the year, and it was just autumn, Chang Geng was startled to feel that he was getting closer to his hometown, and just now he blurted out "ready to go back to Beijing" like an arrow in his heart. .

He was thinking wildly when a thin woman with someone on her back came towards him.The woman walked very hard, and would stop to rest every few steps, panting like a cow, stumbled over a stone by the side of the road, and fell to the ground with a cry of surprise.

Chang Geng immediately came back to his senses, and stepped forward to help both of them up: "Auntie, are you alright?"

The woman walked for an unknown distance, she was too tired to speak, she opened her mouth and didn't care to speak, the tears had already flowed down.

Chang Geng was stunned for a moment, and didn't ask her why she was crying. He just helped the unconscious old man on her back, put his hand on his pulse, and after a while, said softly: "This old man is just not good at walking all the year round, and his heart is angry." It's too much, just give two injections, it won't hurt your life, if you trust me, please come with me first."

The young soldiers of Xuantieying did not expect that His Royal Highness was also knowledgeable in medicine, and hurried forward to help the sick old man on his back.

Chang Geng let the woman get on his own horse, and led the horse to lead the way. Not long after, he arrived at a village. There was a house at the entrance of the village that was very elegantly built, with a string of bacon hanging on the door.

Chang Geng tied up the horse with ease, pushed the door open and entered, led the patient into the inner room, put him on a small couch, took out a box of silver needles from under the pillow, rolled up his sleeves and administered the needles himself.

The little soldier asked cautiously: "Are you... just staying here?"

Chang Geng quickly raised his head and smiled at him: "No, this is just a friend's house of mine..."

Before he finished speaking, he heard someone from the outer room say: "Why didn't you invite yourself in?"

While speaking, a slender woman in white clothes opened the door curtain and entered. The young soldier tensed up and subconsciously tensed up——when the person reached the door, he didn't even realize that the opponent's kung fu must be superior to his.

Chang Geng's subordinates didn't stop, and he wasn't embarrassed, he just said: "Miss Chen, I thought you weren't here."

That was Chen Qingxu from the Linyuan Pavilion on the East Sea pirate ship.