reincarnated as king

"There is a way that is endless. Last time we talked about the "Grassland Fox" general Zhou Ying pretending to be a tea merchant. In this Yuandi tent, he built plank roads openly, darkened the warehouse, and exchanged for an inner coat." .What is the importance of this inner garment? Let’s talk about it in detail this time, and all judges, please listen carefully.”

The big bowl teahouse in the neighborhood of the Jingshi Garden was full of seats. Although the name of this teahouse was vulgar, but because the tea artisan made good tea and a storyteller with a mouthful of lotus flowers, it was quite famous in the capital over the years.On the innermost high platform on the first floor, a storyteller wearing a cap and narrowing his eyes slightly raised the paperweight in his hand, slapped it high and hit it on the wooden table. With a "bang", the whole room fell silent.The storyteller reached out and twirled the goat's mustache slightly, fanned the fan, and opened his mouth slightly.

"It turns out that this piece of clothing looks like an ordinary middle garment, but there is another way in it. This piece of clothing is made of a special kind of wrapped silk, which is insoluble in fire and insoluble in water. Only a special solvent can be used. Dip it into it, and at this moment, like a miracle, dense black characters emerged on the snow-white cloth, recording the distribution of Tianlan tribe's troops in detail.

"Zhou Ying, the prairie fox, was trapped in the Tianlan tribe's tent for three days. During these three days, he was looking for a chance to get out of trouble every day, and sent out this vital information. During the day, the prairie fox He pretended to be half-starved and weak, and confused the watcher Di Ren, but at night he spied secretly, relying on the ingenious "Tiyun Miaobu" to spy on the enemy camp at night, coming and going like the wind, looking for Di Ren's weak point in defense. He really found a weak point..."

A scholar in green shirt hurried into the teahouse and came to a table on the first floor.There were two blue-and-white porcelain cups on this table, and there were only a middle-aged man in white and a boy of [-] or [-] sitting there. The man in white and the boy were both quietly listening to the story, looking engrossed.

"Your Majesty, my lord," the green-clothed Confucian scholar approached the white-clothed man and called softly.

Bei Gongdi, who was dressed in white, tilted his head slightly, and said, "Tui Min? It's just in time for you to come. Today's "Beihai Fengyunlu" is starting to be lectured. Sit down and listen."

Yang Zirong smiled wryly, and according to his words, he touched a third of the bench, sat on the lower end, and said softly: "Master, the white dragon fish suit - fish and shrimp can be bullied." He said vaguely.

Bei Gongdi raised his eyebrows, staring at the commentator intently, and said calmly: "I'm tired of listening to you talking about it for six years."

Yang Zirong touched his nose, stopped talking immediately, and listened attentively.Hearing that Zhou Ying escaped from death and life in Yuan Di Ren's tent, and finally got out of trouble with the help of superb martial arts and the help of a woman she secretly promised, she suddenly couldn't help asking: "Is Zhou Ying really possessing such a unique skill?"

Bei Gongdi showed a smile that was not a smile: "How is it possible, if there are such masters, how could the Battle of Beihai drag on for three full years."

However, how Zhou Ying escaped from Di's tent in the first place is really embarrassing for outsiders.Not only did he change clothes and temporarily mix male and female, but Zhou Ying, who shaved his beard, didn't even recognize his immediate boss, the privy envoy Bai Feng who led the expedition, which made a big joke.

Yang Zirong's eyes flickered slightly: "Since what this person said is not true, why are so many people listening?"

Bei Gongdi replied casually: "It's fascinating to read the truth. However, the contents of this "Beihai Fengyunlu" are both true and false."

The storytellers in the field continued: "...but said that Zhou Ying returned to Junyang Mansion this week, and respectfully handed over the clothes to Xiaofu Gong Fang Jingxuan. Fang Xiaofu was overjoyed when he saw this, clapped his hands, laughed three times and said: 'Good! This plan is half done!' You may ask at this time, what kind of plan is it? How did it become half? This is going to go back and talk about Fang Xiaofu mentioned at the beginning of this book that Fang Xiaofu was in Ganning San At the end of the year, after Mu Yun's army pursued for thousands of miles and returned without success, they made a double plan."

Yang Zirong couldn't help but shook his head and said: "It's too fake! How could Xiaofu smile easily. Even if the world falls apart, it's hard to see a look on his face."

Bei Gongdi twitched the corner of his eyes, and coughed slightly.

"These two strategies are exactly two national policies. The first strategy is to slow down the army. Using the momentum of the army to overwhelm the formation makes the three tribes mistakenly think that they want to fight on land and retreat to the interior of the grassland. At this time, we will establish our Great Jin in the seaport of Youzhou. The second strategy is a joint attack. The thunder strikes, and the Yuandi people's alliance is broken. The Mu Yun army and the Beijing army guarding the north will take advantage of the momentum to defeat them one by one, and along the Beiming River, the navy will sweep On the grassland border and on both sides of the river, weeds and roots must be cut."

Yang Zirong thought silently for a while, then raised his head in amazement and said, "It's not far from what I heard. It preserved the nobles in the north and stabilized the hearts of the people in the two prefectures. The beauty of this is that I think it's difficult to do it to the level here." .”

Hearing this, Bei Gongdi said: "Tui Min is self-effacing." There was an indescribable subtlety in his expression, and he sighed softly in his heart.

"However, Monk Erzhang couldn't figure it out. Zhou Ying, who heard the words, was curious and itchy. Seeing Mr. Xiaofu was very interested, she couldn't help but took the opportunity to ask: "Dare to ask, sir, what is recorded on this clothes? It has succeeded." Half of it?" Fang Xiaofu lightly shook the feather fan in his hand, but didn't answer, he turned around and poured a bowl of tea on his clothes, Zhou Ying was about to cry out in surprise, but was stopped by his seven feathers Xuantian feather fan The conversation ended. Fang Xiaofu handed the wet clothes to Zhou Ying, and said, "Thank you for drying the clothes."

Yang Zirong's face was extremely weird, and his voice was strange: "Xiaofu likes the feather fan? This, this..." Bei Gongdi saw that his mouth was slightly open and seemed to be able to stuff a chicken yellow into it, so he couldn't help but shook his head.I thought that Yang Zirong was already invulnerable to the wind, water and fire, but he never thought that he would have to practice three points.

Yang Zirong suddenly murmured again: "But I'd rather trust Xiaofu's Xilu Fan than believe that he has a one-foot beard..." Provoked by his words, Bei Gongdi's expression also became strange, the fan is still easy to handle , but if Fang Jingxuan really wants to... Should he follow the example of an emperor from another country he saw in his last life and stipulate that nobles in the court should not grow more than one inch of beard? (*Note 1)

"... Seeing the dense information on the clothes, Zhou Ying was already dumbfounded. He only said that he was going to take over something important, which was related to the situation of the Jin army. How could he know that this thing contained so much content. The map of the grassland that has been clearly grasped over the years, the detailed information on the dispatched troops, and even the suspicions among the three major tribes. After Fang Xiaofu finished reading it, Zhou Ying looked at the The handwriting gradually disappeared, and I just realized what kind of credit I have made..."

This "Northern Sea Wind and Cloud Record" is a wonderful book written by Taoist Xuanxuan. Since the book was serialized in "Beihai" in the Northern Ming Pao three years ago, it has become popular all over the country, and everyone is fascinated by it. , can't stop.The other eight Ming Pao of the Jin Dynasty also mentioned it repeatedly, causing endless disputes.This book is a collection of strange novels and military wisdom. Talking and laughing makes people feel like they are on the scene, and feel the feeling of a sword, sword, and iron-blooded battlefield.

Relying on an unnamed list "Feng Yun Bang", it slowly came, including Zhou Ying, the "Fox of the Grassland" who ran for thousands of miles, Lei Hai, the "Double Hammer Wolf" who was armored into blood, and the reckless "Swallow Sword" Sun Dayan... The main line of the story is that Fang Jingxuan, the governor of the North Sea, took the war in the North Sea and fought every step of the way. Heroes and heroes from all walks of life helped each other, and military geniuses came out in large numbers.Among them, Fang Xiaofu is even more wise than a demon, with unparalleled strategies, as if a god descended into the world.

Unknowingly, it was almost evening, and the one-hour storytelling in the Dawan Teahouse was over, and the cadence of "If you want to know what happened next, let's listen to the next chapter" lingered endlessly.The tea guests gradually dispersed, and when Yang Zirong left the Dawan Teahouse with Bei Gongdi and the prince, he looked back with some reluctance.

"Desensitization, desensitization, regain consciousness!" Bei Gongdi called him a few times.

Yang Zirong blushed, and said in an embarrassing manner: "Master, how long has this "Beihai Fengyunlu" been lectured here?"

Bei Gongdi said as he walked, "More than ten years." He glanced at Yang Zirong teasingly, and said jokingly: "It turns out that Master Yang likes to listen to storytelling. This is an anecdote."

Yang Zirong blushed, and couldn't hold back for a long time, he asked impatiently, "I don't know when this "Feng Yun Lu" will be talked about?"

In the blink of an eye, Bei Gongdi saw that the streets were bustling with pedestrians, bustling and peaceful, and the warm winter sun shone on the blue bricks in the twilight.Before he knew it, it was December of the sixth year of Qianning, and the end of the new year was approaching. They had been apart for more than three years, but it always made him feel that the parting was still yesterday, and the pain that struck him was never far away.

An inch of lovesickness and an inch of gray, he may be really insane, from Hongyan's message, to other people's words, in all aspects related to that person, he can't help but stop and covet one or two.Under the current situation, I wondered how graceful it would be if a person in Tsing Yi stood on the street and only turned his head to look at it from a distance.

Bei Gongdi said in a daze: "Perhaps there will be no rest, let's talk forever." He laughed dumbfounded, and walked forward with a flick of his sleeve.

"Father," the young man followed him closely and called out.Yang Zirong had concealed the complexity of his heart, but felt that the smoky smile on the corner of Bei Gongdi's lips at this moment made people unwittingly glimpse the person in charge of the king's way and the existence of thousands of turns under the cold .But in the next moment, the trace of slump in the back is no longer there.

Stepping in from the west gate of the imperial city, Bei Gongdi asked Yang Zirong, "Why did you come to find me?"

"Your Majesty, it's about Beihai...Governor..." Yang Zirong immediately bowed his head and said, he paused and stopped talking.

But Bei Gongdi understood what he meant, and said, "The governor of Beihai is different from Nanyang. Nanyang is like my back garden, while Beihai is the front door, and there are guests outside the door, but the guests are not kind."

To the north of the North Sea, across the Ice Sea, there is another world that is completely unknown to the people of China.Yang Zirong didn't know it at first, but over the past few years, many books, cultures, different characters and wonderful knowledge have been passed down from the north. As the mainstay of the Jin Dynasty, he is always vigilant and worried.

"The governor of Beihai cannot be appointed for a long time. After him, he must be changed every ten years. And after he came back, he entered Zhiwenyuan Pavilion, served as the chief assistant, and stayed in the capital."

Yang Zirong lowered his head a little lower, still following Bei Gongdi step by step, but he couldn't tell what kind of confusion he felt in his heart.He should have known earlier that three years ago, he was imprisoned for his crimes and his family was empty, but this time Fang Jingxuan's military merits made him a knight and a marquis.This is just a strategy to deceive the world, but how many years has it deceived the court?

Yang Zirong thought it through in an instant, but he could only pretend to be confused.He said: "Yes. I got a letter from Yanjing, saying that Beihai has just pacified the war, and the people still need to be stabilized, so I won't get away for now. The Beijing army is still on the way back."

Bei Gongdi smiled wryly, and stopped beside a tree of Samuume: "When will he come back?"

"Yourong will return to the capital after half a year." Yang Zirong said calmly.

The branches of the white plum blossomed in full bloom, and Bei Gongdi responded.In the past, planting flowers was only because of the man's words, "To be drunk with the plum moon is to be a joy in life", but now the plum trees have grown into a forest, which is as graceful as a cover.After half a year, it will be June. It was originally a bad relationship between June and him, but June is farewell to him. Could it be that June and him can't get together again?Did Fang Jingxuan do it unintentionally, or did she already know him well...

Bei Gongdi said in a deep voice, "I will wait for him for the capital."

Various places in the palace were decorated with subtle decorations, indicating that the first month of the new year was approaching quietly. He had already passed this new year three times alone, but he still had to wait for the last time.

In decline, Hu Bugui?

(Note 1: This product is the Russian Emperor Peter the Great)