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Vice-General Zhuo was a hard-working man, he sent the Persian mission to Ganshan Chief Political History Department, and then rushed back to the Northwest Camp, before he had time to catch his breath, he learned about Marquis Dingbian's coquettish operation from Liang Yi.

Zhuo Jiusi didn't dare to delay, immediately gathered [-] cavalry, and rushed to Qidal Market at full speed. On the way, he received a carrier pigeon from Yang Fan, and learned that Beile cavalry was approaching Qidal.He rushed forward desperately like a cannonball tied to his buttocks, hurried forward, and finally arrived before the Beile cavalry flattened Qidal.

Zhuo Jiusi harbored a lot of fear, and wanted to yell into his handsome man's ear, but unfortunately, he was interrupted by Marquis Dingbian before he could make it.

Yang Fan didn't bother to talk to him at all, he got on the horse, stretched out his hand and dragged Zhang Jingche up, then shook the rein of the horse and ran into the depths of the desert.

Zhang Jingche let down his vigilance, exhaustion and burnout surged up belatedly.He knew that his health was not as good as before. This was the aftereffect of being tortured. He had been working hard all these years, but he had not been able to recuperate.He seldom trusted someone with all his heart, but he completely relaxed in front of Yang Fan, and even shrank back quite comfortably: "Where are you going?"

Yang Fan lowered his head and rubbed his chin on Zhang Jingche's neck: "Take you for a ride...what, are you sleepy?"

Zhang Jingche spoke with a strong nasal voice, lacking energy, and was really tired: "It's a bit... I can't compare to Lord Hou. After fighting with the Beile people all night, I can still look good."

Yang Fan wrapped Zhang Jingche in his cloak, and held him in his arms like a doll: "I have something to discuss with you. Can you include last night's lance in the dowry gift?"

Zhang Jingche smiled and said, "Why, Master Hou has taken a fancy to the renju gun in my hand? It's a secret that no one else can easily see."

Yang Fan laughed in a low voice: "Am I someone else?"

Zhang Jingche picked up his cloak and poked out half of his face from the gap: "You are not someone else? Then who are you?"

Yang Fan brought her into his arms, hugging Zhang Jingche until he couldn't breathe: "What am I? I'm about to give a betrothal gift, so I'm not considered a wife?"

Zhang Jingche's voice was muffled, and he finally pushed Dingbianhou's arm aside: "Isn't it just a lance, as for letting Hou Ye come to sell himself? If you like it, I will copy a copy of the blueprint for you later. How do you study it?" How to study."

Yang Fan kissed him on the face: "So generous? It seems that the one hundred catties of this Marquis is still worth some money... But I don't understand why this lance can fire bullets continuously? Also, I remember the court garrison Most of the equipped firecrackers are dragged with a matchlock, how come the firecrackers can shoot out of thin air in your hands?"

"It's not shooting out of thin air, it's just an improved ignition device," Zhang Jingche lazily said, "If Master Hou wants to know, kneel down and worship me as a teacher now, and I promise to teach you everything."

Yang Fan chuckled lightly: "This Marquis has promised me with his body, and you still want me to be a teacher? Chief Zhang, you are not greedy enough!"

Zhang Jingche was about to retaliate, but Yang Fan stretched out his palm with the size of a cattail fan to cover his forehead, and rubbed the hair of the former commander of Jin Yiwei into a mess.

At this time, the sun is rising, and the golden light reveals its true face from behind the thick clouds. The sky seems to be burning, and the rose-colored sea waves are stirred by the long wind.When Zhang Jingche heard Yingji, he narrowed his eyes in pleasure and pleasure: "...Northwest is not as prosperous as Jiangnan, and it is always bitterly cold, but I prefer to stay in the west. Do you know why?"

Yang Fan chuckled lightly: "What do you not know?"

Zhang Jingche looked back at him, Yang Fan reined in the horse at this moment, he jumped off the horse with Zhang Jingche, and fell on the soft and thick sand dunes.

"You are the goshawk in the northwest, you can fight the sky, but you can't stay in a corner, you can soar over the sandy sea, but you can't stay in the misty rain of apricot blossoms," Yang Fan whispered in his ear, "You would rather die than escape from the capital. , isn't it for this?"

Zhang Jingche smiled meaningfully: "The one who knows me is Yuan Zhou."

Zhang Jingche couldn't remember when he lost consciousness, as if he had escaped from his vulgar skin, his soul was wrapped in the sky wind, and floated up to the clouds.He fell asleep contentedly in the middle of exhaustion, his bones and blood turned into water in the arms of Dingbian Hou, and when he opened his eyes again, he had already returned to the tent, wrapped in Yang Fan's cloak, and surrounded by thick leather mattresses.

Zhang Jingche turned over, rubbed his cheek against the soft fur, groped unconsciously for a while with one hand, and found that the heat had dissipated.

There were soft conversations outside the tent, Zhang Jingche was a little irritable, and grabbed the cloak to cover his head.After a while, the noise outside the tent stopped abruptly, and someone came in and forcibly tore off the cloak that covered his head: "Don't sleep, I asked them to prepare food, you fill your stomach first, and wait for the departure to return." Sleep in the Northwest camp again."

Zhang Jingche didn't open his eyes, and said vaguely: "I won't go back to the Northwest Camp with you..."

Yang Fan was stunned: "Aren't you going back to the Northwest Camp? Are you going to start chaotically and end up abandoning?"

Zhang Jingche: "..."

He groped around his head, grabbed the cowhide water bag, and slammed it hard on the face of the good-looking Dingbianhou who got the cheap.

Yang Fan lay down next to him, wrapped his cloak in his arms, and rubbed his hands tiredly for a long time: "Where are you going back if you don't follow me? Let me tell you, a heartless man will be struck by lightning!"

Zhang Jingche pinched Dingbianhou's neck, and slid him back, "I'm going to Gaochang."

Yang Fan calmed down instantly: "Gao Chang? Why?"

Zhang Jingche opened his eyelids wearily: "The old Huihe king died suddenly, and the second prince born to Princess Beile took over the throne."

Marquis Dingbian threw the last bit of fanciful and charming thoughts out of the blue.

He has been stationed in the Western Regions for many years, and he understands the meaning of "the second prince's ascendancy". Once he loses the restraint of Huihe, Beile will recklessly turn his guns and aim at the prosperous and rich hinterland of the Central Plains.

"Where is Huihe Prince?" Yang Fan asked, "Didn't he fight this younger brother for more than ten years, just to watch the throne be taken away?"

"The prince is under house arrest," Zhang Jingche yawned, "The second prince came here prepared, and if he has no intentions, he will inevitably suffer a loss... But it doesn't matter, no matter how well prepared the second prince is, his foundation will be unstable. Not yet known."

From Zhang Jingche's contemptuous tone, Yang Fan could hear the determination and confidence. He remembered what Ding Ru'an had said about the king of a small country who had been dismounted at the slightest disagreement, and he couldn't help breaking out in a cold sweat.

"It surprised this one, the second prince kicked the iron board," Dingbianhou thought with half emotion and half sigh, "How on earth did I take him down with such a heart-wrenching bastard? Let's go." Shit luck, huh?"

"Huihe is the most important bargaining chip to contain Beile, and it must not be pulled over by Beile Khan," Zhang Jingche said with his eyes closed, "Even if it is an iron wall, I have to find a way to tear it down."

Yang Fan played with his wrist, reluctant to let go for a while, he remembered the crazy indulgence a few hours ago, the skin on this man's waist was smoother than his wrist: "Shall I go with you?"

Zhang Jingche patted Yang Fan's face, and pulled people aside: "Stop messing around! Go back to your Northwest Camp, I know Huihe better than you, just wait for my news."

Yang Fan was a little unhappy, and hugged him into his arms: "I haven't seen you for many years, I finally met, and we will be separated in a few days... Zhang Minghuang, you are a heartless man!"

Zhang Jingche lost his mind and threw the cloak all over Dingbianhou's face.

The former commander of Jin Yiwei acted resolutely, no matter how much Marquis Dingbian played tricks, he couldn't keep him from leaving.An hour later, after resting, Zhang Jingche got into the carriage in high spirits. At the same time, Yang Fan got on the horse and strolled to the carriage with small steps.

"I'll be waiting for you at the Northwest Camp," he lifted the curtain of the car, and said with a groaning voice, "If you dare to start a mess and end up abandoning it, I'll bring the Northwest Garrison to your lair, and you can do it yourself!"

Zhang Jingche opened the folding fan expressionlessly, pushed Dingbianhou's face away, and let down the curtain of the car.

He fought fiercely all night last night, and had another fight with Yang Fan early in the morning. He was sleepy at this time, and he didn't want to open his eyes lazily.It's a pity that things didn't go as planned, someone rode to the side of the car and said in a low voice, "Master, Menia wants to see you."

Zhang Jingche didn't worry too much about his subordinates, rubbed his aching temple, and said casually, "Let her in."

The carriage stopped for a short while, and after a while, a person came up.Mei Niya took off her veil, knelt and sat opposite Zhang Jingche, and said in a low voice, "Master."

Zhang Jingche didn't open his eyes: "Have you heard about the changes in Gaochang City?"

Menia replied in a low voice, "Yes."

"I know, you have always wanted to kill the old king, but now he died suddenly... The culprit is probably his favorite son. This is also a cycle of heaven and retribution," Zhang Jingche said lightly, "If your mother's spirit in the sky knows , I must be able to rest in peace."

Menia clenched her teeth: "...I just wish I could take revenge with my own hands!"

"You hate him because he killed your mother's life, indirectly caused your mother's death, and made you lonely for half your life, becoming a homeless duckweed," Zhang Jingche said calmly, "but he died Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, and all debts owed will be paid off. But you are the princess of Huihe after all, and the blood of the royal family of Huihe flows in your body!"

Meniya's lips trembled slightly, and the hatred faded like a tide, showing a bit of pitiful dazedness and innocence: "But, I am a woman..."

"So what about women?" Zhang Jingche asked calmly, "The law of the country stipulates that murderers will die, and theft and robbery will be imprisoned. But which law stipulates that women cannot rule the world?"

Meniya drooped her eyelashes and fell silent.

"There used to be a female emperor in the Central Plains Dynasty. She snatched the supreme power from her husband and son. Everyone thought she would sit behind the bead curtain, but in fact she walked to the front desk in front of all the men. A man's face points out the country and manipulates the country," Zhang Jingche said, "She has no one to rely on, her husband is indecisive, her son has his own ghosts, and the court officials regard her as a disaster, but she sits firmly with her own talent and heart. Ninety-five places..."

Meniya raised her head unknowingly, showing a focused look.

Zhang Jingche finally opened his eyes, and there was a divine light in his eyes: "You should be very clear about how much the Central Plains people pay attention to ethics. If she can do it, why can't you?"

Meniya took a deep breath, and forcibly suppressed the beating heart in her chest back to its original position.

"Is this why you have spared no effort to teach me these years?" She asked softly, "You taught me the strategy of governing the country and current affairs, because from then on, you have planned to train me to be the future king of Huihe, to follow My father and brother are fighting to the death?"

Zhang Jingche rested his chin on one hand and looked at her with a smile: "Don't you think... this is very interesting?"

Menia looked at him firmly, and said in a low voice, "You are using me to deal with my compatriots."

Zhang Jingche: "But this is also your long-cherished wish all along, isn't it?"

Menia was silent for a moment: "Aren't you afraid that after I win the power, I will turn my face and deny anyone?"

Zhang Jingche chuckled lightly, and didn't take her veiled threats to heart: "You can try."

He acted calmly and firmly, as if he was teaching as usual, patiently and carefully pointing out Menia's confusion.Menia knew where his confidence came from—she was a woman, and if no one supported her, she would not be prohibited by law even if she sat on the Huihe throne, and seeking allies was her only choice.

Zhang Jingche dared to push her to the top because he had absolute confidence that once Menia got out of control, he could also pull her off.

After a while, Menia smiled wryly: "Teacher, you are too cruel."

Zhang Jingche held the folding fan in his sleeve, and looked out the window calmly: "When thousands of miles of land and hundreds of millions of people are behind you, you will know that no matter how cruel you are, you can't be too cruel."

Zhang Jingche is no stranger to Gaochang, he said at least three or four trips every year, but this time, as soon as he entered the boundary of Gaochang, he sensed something was wrong.The strong Gaochang army stood guard at the gate of the city, and all caravans entering and exiting had to go through strict interrogation. Zhang Jingche waited quietly at the gate for half an hour before waiting for the shopkeeper who came to greet him.

"Master," the shopkeeper wrinkled his face like a sourdough bun, wiped the sweat from his neck with his sleeve, "I kept you waiting for a long time... It's really the past two days. No entry or exit—especially the Central Plains caravan.”

Zhang Jingche put away the folding fan, and said in a gentle tone, "It's okay... have all the key points been opened?"

The shopkeeper nodded, and said in a low voice: "This is not a place to talk, master, come with me first."

I don't know what method the shopkeeper used, the group entered the city smoothly, and they were not obstructed by Huihe soldiers on the way.Zhang Jingche opened the curtain of the car, and saw that the street was completely under martial law, and there were patrolling soldiers coming and going. The vendors on both sides of the street disappeared, and a murderous atmosphere came over his face.

There were no outsiders around, and the shopkeeper poured out the bitterness that had been suffocating for many days: "Master, since the old king passed away, Gaochang City has fallen into the hands of the second prince, and he almost drove out all the caravans from the Central Plains in the city... The master has the foresight to put someone next to Princess Beile early in the morning, and we are afraid that we will not escape."

Zhang Jingche pondered for a while: "What else did the second prince do?"

The shopkeeper let out a long sigh, showing an indescribable expression.