Dream Hua Embers Records

"Xiao Langjun, why are you standing still in this vent?" It was Agu's voice.

While talking, Agu leaned over to pick up the clothes, patted the dust on them, and said with a nonchalant smile, "Go back! The car is coming, go up and rest, there is mutton soup tonight."

Yan Yin nodded, the expression on her face slowly calmed down, and she regained that kind of neither happy nor angry, smiling, dignified and dignified expression.

"I saw the prince when I came here. He asked me to tell you that he is all right. He will not come to see you tonight."

"How is your father's business going? Have you got those two cars?" Yan Yin asked hurriedly.

Agu shook his head, "Both vehicles sank in the swamp. The documents on one of them were snatched out, and the documents from the Qintianjian on the other vehicle were buried in the mud. Fortunately, there were no casualties."

After hearing this, Yan Yin felt a little regretful, "Those books are excellent, it's a pity, they just disappeared..."

"Books are useless! They shouldn't be eaten or worn." Agu suddenly raised his voice and said indignantly.

Yan Yin smiled helplessly, "You can't read, so naturally you don't understand the benefits of books."

Agu patted his chest, "It's fine if I know how to fight, and I don't need to be able to read! In our army, none of a hundred can read, and three out of Zhao's army can read, but what happened? Are we defeated?"

Yan Yin shook her head, "To be a general, you still need to be able to read and read the art of war. The conquered country must be governed by people who can read. Otherwise, why did we hire so many officials from Zhao State to go back?"

Agu followed Yan Yin's gaze, and saw that the surrendered generals of the Zhao Kingdom were also camping. Among them were officials from the three provinces and six ministries, as well as ministers, ministers, supervisors, imperial guards, Hanlin and so on. Those who surrender voluntarily, regardless of civil servants or generals, will be organized into a battalion.Many of them are civilians, and it is their first time to join the army, so they are completely ignorant of military affairs, even if they set up camp, they are much slower than the Yuan army.

Most of these people were dressed in the original clothes of Zhao State, some in official clothes, some in casual clothes, with dull expressions and few words.Perhaps it is because of this situation, this situation, and this identity, that it is neither suitable for joy nor sadness, so it has to be like this.

Agu looked at them with a bit of contempt in his eyes, curled his lips and sneered, "What do we want these people to do? They are all soft bones without integrity!"

"Naturally it is useful, right? After all, the Zhao Kingdom in the Southern Dynasty is more prosperous and rich than ours. We don't have a lot of things they have... These people can teach us."

"So what if we don't have one? When we don't have one, just jump horse and shoot to find them! They are like blue sheep and boars in the wild mountains and jungles. If I want to eat meat, I will catch one and kill it. If I want fur, I will kill them." Catch one and peel it. As long as we have the ability to hunt, are we afraid that they will run away? The fatter they are, the happier we are. We just need to grab them, and we don’t have to learn how to raise sheep by ourselves. Pig, pick mulberry and weave cloth!"

Yan Yin frowned, feeling that Agu's statement was wrong, but couldn't think of anything wrong.

The prosperous and magnificent Daliang City once again came to Yan Yin's mind: those wine shops, those singing and dancing juggling, those tall buildings and bridge arches... and Zhao's Imperial Palace and Green Palace, those cornices, those dragon carvings, those painted paintings... ...Also, the milk flowers that the prince's brother pointed out, the feathers that were drawn...all of these are things that Yan Yin loves so much. It would be best to be as knowledgeable and elegant as Kang Mao.

There was nothing to say all night, and it was morning again in a blink of an eye.

When Yan Yin got up, she saw a group of people standing sparsely on the shore, watching something.

Yan Yin looked around and found that Agu was not around, he must have gone to make breakfast, so she dressed herself and went over there to watch the excitement.

I saw an old man in his sixties wearing Zhao's official uniform, using a log as a crowbar, trying to erect a fallen stone tablet.

Most of the spectators around were the surrendered officials of the Zhao Kingdom, and immediately a few young and strong officials rushed to help.

With the joint efforts of everyone, the muddy stele was slowly erected.

The young men were cultivating the soil at the foot of the stele, and the old man took two buckets of river water, dipped it with a brush, and cleaned the stele carefully.

Gradually, the handwriting on the front of the stele was revealed. A notch divided the stele into two halves. One side wrote "Zhao Jie" and the other side wrote "Yuan Jie". It turned out to be the old boundary stele of Yuan Zhao. .

After cleaning the stele, the old man took two steps back, dried his hands, straightened his clothes, and knelt down.The direction he was facing was the south, that is, the territory of Zhao State that the stele pointed to.Xiaofeng blew the old man's long white beard, fluttering and flying, also flying to the south.The morning sun radiated thousands of rays of light, shining on the side face of the old man, making the wrinkles on his face as deep as ravines.

Yan Yin could clearly see that there was a trickle of water in the gully, glittering and translucent.

I saw the old man bowing his head respectfully and respectfully, kowtowing again, kowtowing three times, standing upright, kneeling again, kowtowing again, bowing three times and kowtowing nine times, meticulously.

After the last knock, the old man stood up, his lips trembling violently, with his long beard moving, as if he was crying uncontrollably or muttering to himself.

Suddenly, the old man slammed into the stone tablet.

With a muffled sound, a flower of blood bloomed on the stone tablet, and the blood just covered the character Zhao, filling the character with blood red along the strokes.The body of Haoshou leaned over on the side of the source country of the boundary monument, with only one arm stretching towards the border of Zhao country as if unwilling to do so.

Everyone ran over in a hurry, in a mess.

Yan Yin didn't go there, but just stared blankly.He didn't understand, if he really cared about his homeland and had loyalty in his heart, why did he seek refuge in the source country?If he didn't care about turning his back on the Kang family, why would he bump his head to death on this boundary marker?If you don't want to follow Dayuan, you just have to run away. These surrendered ministers all have horses, and no one is guarding them, so they can escape at any time. The sky is big, Xixia Shiwei, where is not a shelter?

Yan Yin thought about it blankly for a long time, but still couldn't figure it out.

The people over there gradually dispersed, and there was a small mound on the south side of the stele.In front of a new tomb stood a stele with a blood-red "Zhao" written on it, as if a coffin had been built for the entire country of Zhao and enshrined.

Yan Yin returned to the car feeling disappointed, but seeing that Agu hadn't come back, she felt a little puzzled, she just went to Huotoujun to pick up food, why did it take so long today?

After a while, I saw Agu jogging all the way, carrying a food box, running over from a distance.

Yan Yin wanted to make fun of it, so she tiptoed to the back of the car and hid, opened the car curtain a crack, and peeked at it.

"Xiao Langjun...Xiao Langjun!" Agu changed his voice twice in a low voice, and then scanned left and right. Seeing that there was no shadow of Yan Yin, he patted his chest lightly, as if he suddenly felt relieved.

Agu carefully opened the food box, took out a bowl of hot mutton and wheat kernel soup, took out a paper bag from his bosom, picked out a little white powder from it with his fingernails, melted it into the soup, and then carefully folded the paper bag bag, thought about it again, opened the paper bag again, picked a little more and put it in.

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