[Comprehensive martial arts] Protect our little prince

Fu Zongshu wanted to follow Cai Jing's old path and make innovations based on Cai Jing's experience, and the cause of rebellion was in full swing.

The position of Minister of the Ministry of Officials is very important. All officials in the world must pass through his hands. It is easy to place one's own people in various states and counties.

It's just that Cangzhou, Hejian Prefecture is on the Hutuo River defense line, and there are more military officials than civilian officials. It is not difficult to steal the defense map from that kind of place.

At the beginning of the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, Taizu Taizong pacified the north and the south successively, and fought for more than 20 years to recover Youyun Sixteen Prefectures and Liao Kingdom. The Youyun area has Yanshan, Hengshan and other mountains as barriers. With these natural barriers, the Central Plains faces the grassland The pressure can be reduced a lot when looting.

It is a pity that the two large-scale offensives failed. The Liao Kingdom saw that the Song Dynasty was weak and invaded southward without any scruples. The emperor who fought the last time was forced to sign the Chanyuan Alliance and spent money and grain in exchange for peace. He was no longer able to fight the Liao Kingdom.

It has been nearly a hundred years since the Chanyuan alliance, and the strengths of the two countries have changed. It is fine if the Liao state does not take the initiative to cause chaos. If they insist on provoking war, a revision of the alliance is just around the corner.

There are three lines of defense in the north to guard against Liao. There are many rivers and swamps in Bazhou and Xiongzhou, which can greatly reduce their speed when dispatching cavalry in Liao. Cangzhou and Jizhou have the Hutuo River, and Damingfu has the Yellow River as the last line. line of defense.

If you can't even defend the Yellow River, then it's over, and then south is Bianjing, don't even think about fighting, pack up your things and run away.

The Song Dynasty has been defending for so many years, but it has never taken the initiative to fight the Liao Kingdom. It seems that the defeat of Xixia in the past few years really made the Liao Kingdom panic. You can hang them up and beat them.

In order to prevent that from happening, we must act first.

The Jurchens are in their backyard, and they are overwhelmed by heavy troops from the Liao Dynasty. I understand that they dare not act rashly, so they are ranked behind. Anyway, they have experience in fighting the Song Dynasty. It happens that some people from the Song Dynasty want to cooperate with them. I am sorry if they don’t grab a wave. Chance.

Coincidentally, Zhao Mingning thought so too.

Since he succeeded to the throne, there has been a Chanyuan alliance on his head, and every year he sends money and food to the Liao Kingdom. No one's money is blown by strong winds. Isn't their money in the Song Dynasty money?

Being forced to give money is already very annoying, but the other party came to grab it again. Is it true that their Da Song is the same Da Song who was exhausted in national strength?

Three days after the farewell, I will treat you with admiration, and three years after the country is gone, I will blow your heads!

Cough cough, speaking for the emperor must be elegant, and you can't be as open-mouthed as the gangsters on the street.

In short, Da Song was not willing to take this money.

What Zhao Mingning meant was obvious, and it just so happened that Fu Zongshu came to his door. No matter what, there must be a battle between the two countries. The court just made two big deals recently. Both Bat Island and Shi Tianwang are very rich. The copied money was enough for them to fight the Liao Kingdom to the grassland and the tribes on the grassland to fight for the northwest wind.

Only Zhuge Zhengwo and a few ministers of the Ministry of War know about these things. Fu Zongshu has too many contacts. If he knows, the next play will not be able to be performed.

Zhao Mingyu heard the news that he didn't get from his brother here thoroughly. After listening to it, he only worshiped his brother. The money from the house raids was hard-earned. The water bandits also exhausted their energy. Their money was so hard to come by. How could the Liao Kingdom take it away if they wanted it?

Call back!Blast their dog heads!

The little ancestor was so excited when he heard it, he stepped on the chair and clenched his fists, and even wanted to fight the enemy himself. Zhuge Zheng, I explained the situation to him, smiled gently, and told Zhuming to send him to the prince of Taiping in the suburbs of Beijing. No matter how excited you are, you have to stay in the capital obediently.

Zhui Ming actively took orders, smiled and waved to the big guy, and then left the yamen with the excited little ancestor.

The little prince was very obedient when he didn't want to look for trouble, he took the posture of someone who came over and told Gu Xichao to pay attention to safety, then he turned around and followed his life to the other courtyard to wait for brother Jiu.

Gu Xichao touched the small ax hanging from his waist, and then thought about the martial arts of Iron Hands, he felt that there should be no bandits in Cangzhou who could beat them.

The other courtyard was some distance away from the six gates. Zhao Mingyu was riding on a horse, looking at Zhui Ming who was obviously his own brother but was excluded from the selection of taking his younger brother out to practice, and sighed, "Zi Ming, you are not too old, you should be more stable. Otherwise, it might not be Tie Shou who took Xi Chao out to practice."

Zhui Ming rested his forehead with one hand, and smiled calmly, "It's because I was unsteady that I disappointed the little prince."

"I let Xichao down. Think about it. Xichao hasn't gone out since he came to the capital. It's rare for him to go out without his brother. How sad he is." The little prince said seriously, as if already Seeing Gu Xichao hiding in the corner, waiting anxiously for his brother to notice his pitiful appearance.

Zhui Ming's eyes were empty, "I thank you for Xi Chao."

"You're welcome, you're welcome, they are all my brothers, thank you for seeing me." Zhao Mingyu smiled and showed his small white teeth, "Sincerely two taels of silver, credit is not accepted."

"I'll give you two brains first." Zhui Ming finally couldn't hold back his expression, and raised his hand to hit someone.

The two of them were noisy all the way to the gate of the other courtyard. Zhao Mingyu got off his horse, waved his hand to send Zhui Ming away, and then went in to wait for someone. It was getting late, Brother Nine should be accepted and brought back soon.

However, he waited and waited and waited until it was dark, but he couldn't wait for anyone. He fell asleep on the table in the flower hall in a daze. Cloak, seeing someone sitting next to him, yawned and lay back, "Ninth brother, when did you come back?"

Holding the wine glass, Gong Jiu has returned to her usual appearance, "Go back to your room to rest if you're sleepy. If you don't sleep at night, it's easy to grow taller."

"No, I'm worried about Ninth Brother." The young man rubbed the fur on the cloak, opened his eyes with difficulty, and was not as afraid of growing tall as he was when he was a child, "If you don't grow tall, you won't grow tall. If Ninth Brother is gone, you will be really scared." Can't find it."

Gong Jiu fixedly looked at the sleepy younger brother who was nodding his head, squeezed his brows and sighed, "Go to sleep, Brother Jiu won't leave tonight."

"I won't leave tonight, that is to say, I will leave after tonight." Even if the little prince is sleepy and unconscious, he can hear the loopholes in the words in time, shaking his head and refusing to leave, "Let me It’s okay to sleep, brother Jiu will accompany me, otherwise if I really don’t grow taller in the future, it will be all your fault.”

"I really can't help you." Gong Jiu put down his wine glass, and carried the clingy little ancestor to his room. The other courtyard is very big. When he came to the capital, this kid often came to live with him. There is also a room for him here .

Zhao Mingyu clings to his brother who doesn't know when he will fly away like an octopus, and won't let him go while lying on the bed. The two of them are not in the same room, and maybe they will disappear when he wakes up tomorrow, so it's better to sleep together Practical.

Gong Jiu lay helplessly on the bed, being entangled by the little ancestor's hands and feet so much that he couldn't walk away, "Let go first, brother Jiu smells of alcohol, go wash up and come back soon."

Zhao Mingyu: Huhuhu——

Asleep and can't hear anything.

Gong Jiu opened his eyes and looked at the curtains on the bed. If he insisted on breaking free, he would not be unable to do so, but it is not necessary. I hope this brat will not dislike his smell of alcohol tomorrow morning.

The moon is in the middle of the sky, what time are the stars sparse, and a good night's sleep.

Zhao Mingyu felt a little tired from this sleep, opened his eyes and saw Kiss Ninth Brother who was trapped by him, recalled his feat last night, squeezed the soft flesh on his arm, and said that no wonder he was so tired.

He trapped Brother Jiu with his small arms and legs, and he was trapped for a whole night. Who is tired if he is not tired?

Feeling the disappearance of the restraints on her body, Gong Jiu raised her numb arm and moved it twice, her voice was also hoarse, "Are you awake?"

Zhao Mingyu smiled flatteringly, sat up and pinched his arms and legs for him, and said unforgivingly, "I told you to drink less, now it's all right, I can't even speak, I'll let you drink later The kind where people boil medicine for you and add half a bowl of Coptis chinensis."

"Stinky boy, who is the one who pestered you so that you wouldn't let him go?" Gong Jiu laughed angrily at the little ancestor, and slapped his weak hand away in disgust, got out of bed and asked someone to prepare hot water for washing, "Go to the living room after getting up Wait, eat by yourself, don't wait for me."

Zhao Mingyu hurriedly stepped on his shoes, "Are you really looking for an excuse to leave secretly?"

Gong Jiu gritted his teeth, and laughed so that people trembled all over, "Don't worry, even if I leave, I will bring you, a brat, with me. Yanmen is bitterly cold, Ming Yu must be reluctant to let Brother Jiu suffer by himself, right?"

"It's not quite right." The little prince stopped in an instant, obediently watched his dear brother go to the next room, and then patted his chest to clean himself up.

The cruel ninth brother is back, and Uncle Wang is safe.

The table has been set in the living room, and the little ancestor put down the big stone that weighed on his heart, belatedly remembering that he went to bed hungry last night, squeezed his deflated stomach and bit down on the soft steamed bun.

For Uncle Wang, his sacrifice was too great.

When Gong Jiu came out again, Zhao Mingyu had already finished off half a plate of meat buns, and was holding a bowl bigger than his face at the moment, drinking bean juice. The amount is large and the tube is full.

The same goes for Uncle Wang. Since Ninth Brother asked him to send someone to the other courtyard, it means that the two of them can't go to the point where they can't stop dying. If Ninth Brother really wanted him to die, how could he send his soldiers to the other courtyard in the capital? .

Originally, the cards in his hand were not very good, and he still messed around in various ways. As expected of his father and brothers, everyone is reliable.

Fortunately, his father died early.

The little prince muttered in his heart, drank the bean juice in the bowl, put down the bowl and wiped his mouth, and took advantage of the fact that Brother Nine was eating and had no time to quarrel with him, trying to persuade him not to go to Yanmen Pass too hard.

It's fine to go back to Taiping Prince's Mansion, don't go to the barracks right after you go back, someone who has never fought a war will parachute to be the boss of the army, and he will really be squeezed out by the soldiers.

Gong Jiu calmly listened to his chatter, and finished the rest of the food on the table, and waited until the little ancestor got tired of talking before finally speaking, "Ming Yu, Brother Jiu grew up in Yanmen Pass. The neighboring Liao people know as much as that person."

"Nonsense, you don't know the way, how can you understand the Liao people." Zhao Mingyu sighed, and looked at the poor brother with a look of "don't try to be brave anymore", "If you don't, just feel wronged and be calm. How about communicating with Uncle Wang?"

Gong Jiu stood up and asked someone to remove the dishes, then walked to the window and said lightly, "I can be calm, can he?"

Zhao Mingyu thought about their Uncle Wang crying, leaning on the back of the chair and rubbing his stomach, "It seems that it really can't."

Every time Uncle Wang saw Brother Jiu, he wanted to hold Brother Jiu and cry aloud. He didn't look like he could calm down. If it was him and his brother, if his brother would cry every time he saw him Calling "Ming Yu'er" affectionately, hey~~~~ He doesn't want to go home either.

His brother is better, he is young and handsome and has not yet reached the terrible stage of getting fat in middle age. Uncle Wang is not good. Although Uncle Wang has not gained weight either, but Uncle Wang is sturdier than a cow, and his crying appearance is really unbearable for ordinary people.

The little prince seems to know why their ninth brother refuses to go home, and he can't bear to put him on him, but if that's the case, then it's easy to solve, "Ninth brother, don't leave in the other courtyard, I'll be there soon return."

"Where are you going?" Gong Jiu frowned, worried that he would go out and run around by himself, this place is far away from the palace, the brat might get lost somewhere by himself.

Zhao Mingyu thought for a while, and felt that he didn't have to go, so he ran to the door to recruit the steward of another hospital, went to him and muttered for a while, and then returned to the house satisfied, "Ninth Brother, wait patiently for a while, I promise Uncle Wang can calm down this time."

Gong Jiu snorted coldly, "Unfortunately, I don't want to have a proper talk with him now."

"Ninth brother, can you give my younger brother some face?" The little prince skillfully began to act coquettishly and tease others, acting with affection and understanding, just to make the father-son relationship that was about to break up stick together again, no matter how much it sticks back, as long as it sticks back a little The point is, "Ninth brother, if you don't talk to Uncle Wang, my brother will continue to have bad ideas. In order to calm him down and for us not to be tossed, you can do it well and give Uncle Wang another chance, okay?" good?"

Gong Jiu didn't speak, and blew the cold wind in front of the window for a while, before speaking again after a long silence, "Ming Yu, do you still remember the appearance of your mother and concubine?"

Zhao Mingyu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and whispered, "Ninth brother, I don't know what the concubine mother looks like."

After he was born, the poor woman died of illness, and after being raised by the queen mother for a few years, I don't know what my brother thought of to send him to the Shenhou Mansion, and when he returned to the palace, after the death of the queen mother, he went out in the palace I really can't blame him for getting lost, after all, he is not familiar with the imperial palace or the Shenhou Mansion.

Gong Jiu thumped his head and cursed secretly. He was so upset that he even forgot such an important thing. When he mentioned his mother in front of a child who had never seen his mother before, his head was probably kicked by his own father. "Sorry, brother Jiu forgot."

"It's okay, there is no mother and concubine and others are hurting me. I am very likable, young master." The little prince raised his head and smiled brightly, comforted his restless brother, and then asked tentatively, "Ninth brother is thinking of your mother?" Concubine?"

Gong Jiu smiled self-deprecatingly, "Yes, after all, I was the one who watched her die back then."

"Wait, Brother Ninth, can I listen to these things?" Zhao Mingyu was a little flustered. No one had ever told him this before. Brother Ninth's state was obviously unstable. If his mood stabilized and he didn't want him to know, he Isn't it miserable?

Gong Jiugang was still immersed in the pain of seeing his mother's death back then, when he suddenly heard the words from his little ancestor, his emotions were almost gone, "It's ok, anyway, even if you don't say it now, you will know sooner or later."

The Liao Kingdom wants to go to war, but their elder brother is not a fuel-efficient lamp. The Liao Lord Yelu Yanxi is fatuous, and the Jurchen is rising strongly, and the Liao Kingdom is not the opponent of the Song Dynasty.

And although there are Han people in the court of the Liao Kingdom, the people who hold the power are basically Yelu and Xiao. If they are defeated, they will ask for peace. If the minister with the Xiao name comes, this kid will find that he looks somewhat similar to the other party. .

His mother's surname is Xiao, who is Xiao from the Xiao family of the Liao Kingdom. Now the ministers of the Liao Dynasty court surnamed Xiao are more or less related to him by blood. Instead of explaining it later, it is better to make it clear now.

Zhao Mingyu was a little dazed when he heard this. He has grown up so much, but he never knew that Brother Ninth's mother was from Liao. It's fine if others don't know. The whole world thinks that Princess Taiping died of illness. It's normal that others don't know about this kind of secret , but their brotherly relationship is so close, he doesn't even know it, it really shouldn't be.

Aunt Wangfei was killed by the Liao people. Why did Brother Nine and Uncle Wang fall apart? It shouldn't be.

"Brother Nine, do you feel that Uncle Wang is a bit pitiful?" Zhao Mingyu looked at his brother who had improved a lot after telling the story, trying to rehabilitate poor Uncle Wang, "Uncle Wang certainly doesn't want anything to happen to Aunt Wangfei, he These years, I have been stationed in Yanmen to fight against the Liao Kingdom, maybe I am avenging my aunt Wangfei."

Uncle Wang is so pitiful.

Uncle Wang is really pitiful.

After the death of Aunt Wang Concubine, his son also got into trouble with him and ran away from home. He didn't stay at home for more than ten years, and he didn't remarry. He guarded the huge palace by himself and had no one to talk to. How uncomfortable.

It's not right, the vassal king will come to the capital during the holidays, and at that time of the year, both father and son are busy fighting wits and courage, and it seems that there is no time to feel uncomfortable.

Anyway, Uncle Wang is really pitiful.

It's no wonder that every time my brother persuaded Brother Ninth, he would add that if the father and son really quarreled too much, he would definitely be on Uncle Wang's side. Uncle Wang is so pitiful, why shouldn't he be on Uncle Wang's side?

Gong Jiu pursed her lips and said with a stern face, "I have tried to get along well with him, but he himself doesn't want me to get along well. Crying when we meet is not upset enough, it's better not to see him."

Every time I play tricks with him, he is not a three-year-old kid, that kind of method is okay to deceive this silly boy, but if it is used on him, is he as easy to deceive as this silly boy?

And he didn't want to spend his whole life in the rivers and lakes. No matter how bad the relationship between father and son is, he will still go back to Yanmen Pass in the future. He is the only one in King Taiping's lineage. If he doesn't go, he can't let this brat change his title. Guard the border.

In the Song Dynasty, there was no rule that princes must guard the border. It was just that compared with the generals below, it was more at ease to have their own military power. The lessons of the previous dynasty had told them that if the generals did not rebel, they would not rebel. Once they rebelled, it would be difficult to end.

For example, now, the court is dominated by literati. No matter how Cai Jing and Fu Zongshu plan to rebel, they have to rely on others to find helpers everywhere. If there are too many people, things are easy to leak.

Compared with being scolded bloody by civil officials, rebellion by military generals is more terrifying. This is the consensus of the monarchs and ministers of all dynasties since the founding of the Song Dynasty. up.

The two talked for a long time, and when Gong Jiu was about to lose his patience, the steward of the other courtyard hurried over to report that the emperor and King Taiping had arrived.

Zhao Mingyu stood up, clenched his fists and promised, "I'll go and have a look first, brother Jiu, don't worry, Uncle Wang won't cry when he comes over later, I'll beat him when he tears, and I won't let him come here again. "

Before the words fell, the person had already run away without a trace.

Gong Jiu pinched the teacup, looked at the empty doorway, hesitated for a moment and finally did not leave, forget it, let's see how the man will explain it.

Zhao Mingyu was really worried about the bad-tempered old uncle, and he had to tell him again to pass the word on. This was a chance he had spent all night without sleep, and it might be the last chance for the father and son to reconcile.

Family conflicts are difficult to resolve, what can we do without him as a lubricant?

At the gate of the other courtyard, Zhao Mingning turned sideways to talk to someone. The man was wearing a Confucian shirt, which was the most popular style among literati nowadays, but his skin color was a bit dark and his figure was a bit burly, unlike those who stayed in the study in Beijing. A literati who can stay for a few days and be blown down by the wind.

The little prince hurried out and saw his brother standing with a stranger, looked left and right and asked blankly, "Brother, where is Uncle Wang?"

Beside Zhao Mingning, a slightly burly "literati" had a bitter face, "Isn't the old uncle right here?"

Zhao Mingyu:! ! !

The little prince was a little skeptical about life, he circled around this person several times, and looked back and forth several times, but he couldn't see any similarity between this person and their uncle Wang, "Hey, monster, where did you hide my uncle Wang?" ? Spit it out!"

Zhao Mingning couldn't help laughing, "Stop making trouble, didn't you ask Uncle Wang to shave his beard and change his clothes? Why can't you recognize him now?"

"I just asked Uncle Wang to take care of it. Who would have thought that Uncle Wang would change his beard after he shaved it?" Zhao Mingyu was wronged. Uncle Wang of their family usually doesn't trim his appearance, and he has a lot of beards if he doesn't comb his hair well. The armor is either directly bunted, and no one believes that this is a prince when he walks on the street.

He used to think that Brother Jiu's good looks were due to Aunt Wang Concubine and their family's strong ancestral genes. It was strange that Uncle Wang was born in a family of literary scholars. The results were good. It was not a genetic mutation at all, it was Uncle Wang himself. The question of attire.

"No way, you have to know how bad Xiaobai's face is on the battlefield, and a big beard can deter his subordinates." King Taiping shrugged. He grew a beard to better lead troops to fight. General Di Qingdi can wear a bronze mask on the battlefield. , What happened to him growing a beard?

He looks good, even fighting is more troublesome than others, so he is also very distressed.

Zhao Mingyu took a deep breath and looked at Uncle Wang who was wearing a Confucian shirt to accept the reality with difficulty, "These are not important, Uncle Wang, I will let the steward tell you to remember everything. Don't shed tears when you're excited, and don't shout 'Mingyue' at the top of your lungs, otherwise Brother Nine will really disown you as a father in the future."

"Don't worry, the old uncle will treat himself as a dumb person when he enters. If Mingyue doesn't open his mouth, the old uncle will never say a word." Taiping Wang wanted to pat his chest to assure him as before, and when he raised his hand, he remembered that the clothes he was wearing today were not only inconvenient , or the clothes that the eldest nephew specially found that didn't fit well, and it would be torn apart if he moved a little too much, so he had to put his hands down embarrassingly.

In the living room, Gong Jiu looked at the middle-aged man who was following Zhao Mingyu and Zhao Mingning, frowned and said coldly, "Who are you?"

King Taiping was stunned for a moment, his lips were trembling with tears, and just about to speak, the little ancestor hurriedly covered his mouth, "Don't cry!"

Brother Jiu doesn't like crying men!

It's really hopeless to cry any more!

Uncle Wang hold on!