Chapter 185 Chapter 29 Yan's Yizhuang

It was the Lantern Festival again, and a grand feast was held in the Holy Golden Palace, perhaps to dilute the turmoil of years ago. Tonight's dinner was particularly luxurious, and even a sinner like Zhuge Yue, who was thinking behind closed doors, got an invitation.In normal times, he could still find some excuses to say that he would not go away from the illness, but if he did so now, he would inevitably be framed and criticized by those who cared.In the evening, Zhuge Yue entered the palace wearing court clothes, riding lightly and keeping a low profile. Chu Qiao stayed in the room. Recently, she has been very sleepy and her appetite is not very good. She eats, eats and sleeps, but she is a bit mellow.

Suddenly there was a chattering sound at the door, and then the door was pushed open. Mo'er walked in step by step, turning her head three times, and walked up to Chu Qiao, slightly nervous, her little nose was red from the cold. "Mo'er, what's the matter with you?" Mo'er hesitated for a while, then turned to look at the door again, and after a while, she asked in a low voice: "Mother, can we go out today?" Calculated, Chu Qiao is only more than ten years older than this child. At the beginning, he would feel uncomfortable when he heard his mother calling all day long.But then I got used to it, and it was fine.

She sat up straight, frowned and asked, "Get out? Where are you going?" "Today is the Shangyuan Festival. There are temple fairs and lantern festivals outside." Mo'er's eyes sparkled with excitement, and when Chu Qiao turned her head, she saw several figures poking their heads at the door. These days Zhuge Yue was grounded, and people in the house rarely went out, she pinched Mo'er's cheek and said with a smile: "Okay, let's go." Simon's territory is huge. According to modern counting methods, it covers more than 40 million square kilometers, which is equivalent to the size of five Chinas.This piece of land has been passed down for many years. Even though there are frequent wars, the population has always been prosperous. As the capital of Great Xia, Zhenhuang City has a very dense population.

Chu Qiao and a group of people walked on the street, they saw bright lights all around, colorful lanterns competing for splendor and eye-catching.The people of Zhenhuang City, regardless of men, women, old or young, high or low, all came out together to celebrate the festive season.Hundreds of operas are held at the same time, and the orchestras are singing together, creating a bustling and lively scene. This year's Shangyuan Festival is more lively than previous years, with a lot of people and gongs and drums. The children had a great time, but just over an hour later, it suddenly snowed heavily.The north wind howled, and the white hair wind blew up on the flat ground, blowing the colorful Shangyuan Lantern Festival to pieces.Jingjing and the others yelled and got into the carriage, and the guards rushed to the mansion waving their whips.However, the wind was getting stronger and stronger, and even the horses were unwilling to go forward. When they reached a secluded place, a horse suddenly lost control and broke free from the rein and fled.

On the thirteenth day of the month, the wind and snow were too heavy, and it was better to find a place to hide first. Chu Qiao nodded in agreement, just in time to see a mansion in Yingying Dongdong in front of her, she ran up and knocked on the door, but when she got closer, she realized that it was the Anshen Temple of the Yanbei Lion King. Although Yan Shicheng was born in the royal family, his body could not enter the ancestral temple because he was labeled a traitor by the empire.This mansion is called Anshen Temple in name, but it is actually a Yizhuang. Not only the coffins of Yan Shicheng and his children, but also the coffins of some ordinary people nearby are also placed here.At the beginning, Daxia sent troops to take precautions, but since Yan Xun returned to Yanbei, no dead soldiers from the Great Brotherhood tried to snatch it. Gradually, the place became more and more desolate, and the empire was no longer willing to fight for it. A pile of bones and bothering to send troops.

Chu Qiao and the others entered the side room, and the guards found candlesticks and torches, and the room gradually brightened.On the gloomy hall, there were densely packed spiritual tablets and more than twenty coffins, shrouded in pale candlelight, looking eerie. Jingjing's face turned pale, she seemed a little frightened, she hid tightly behind Duoji, tugging at his sleeves, no longer as clever as usual. Mei Xiang laughed at her and said: "I didn't expect that our Miss Jingjing also has something to be afraid of. I thought you were a demon king in the world, and no one in this world is afraid."

After everyone heard Qiqi laughing at her, the atmosphere relaxed a lot for a while. Rong'er is about to turn one year old now, he is babbling all day long, and walks wobbly, like a newborn duckling.He was wearing a big red tuanfu padded jacket, yawned with his chubby little hands, then curled up in Chu Qiao's arms, changed to a comfortable position and continued to sleep. Chu Qiao stood up, handed Rong'er to Mei Xiang, and said softly, "I'll go out for a while." "Miss, where are you going in this cold day?" Chu Qiao mentioned the food box that Mei Xiang brought, held a lantern, and said, "I'll go to the next door to see, you don't have to follow."

After that, he left the room. The wind outside was astonishingly strong, Chu Qiao had lived in Simon for fifteen years, and had never seen such a strong wind.The lantern in her hand was blown apart, Chu Qiao's fur was also blown up by the strong wind, and the cold snow slapped on her face, causing pain like a stone.Chu Qiao tightly grabbed Da Qiu by the collar, and walked forward with difficulty. After walking for a long time, she finally came to a dilapidated house, then stretched out her hand, creaked, and slowly pushed open the door. In an instant, the long wind poured in, raising thick dust all over the ground.Chu Qiao coughed a few times, quickly closed the door, and pulled a stool to block the door.

The room was dead quiet, it seemed to be colder than outside, the roof was broken in several places, and the wind was blowing in.There was blackness everywhere, but she seemed to be very familiar with the terrain here, took out a torch, tried several times, and finally lit all the surrounding candles one by one. Faint candles were quietly lit, slowly illuminating the room. There were four pitch-black coffins in the middle, with no spiritual seats, no candles, and not even a sign.Just put it there so casually, there are weeds and garbage everywhere, and there are a few pieces of cold steamed buns.It can be seen that on weekdays, this place has long been occupied by wandering beggars.

Chu Qiao put the food box aside, rolled up her sleeves and started cleaning.She moved very quickly. Although she didn't have any tools at hand, she quickly cleaned up the garbage on the ground. She used straw to make a simple broom and swept away all the cobwebs on the surface. Looking inside the house It looks much cleaner and tidy.Then she took out all the food in the food box one by one and put them on the ground, then knelt down and bowed deeply for a few times. Yes, in these four coffins are Yan Xun's father, two elder brothers and an older sister.In those years, every time it was the anniversary of the death of King Yan, she and Yan Xun would secretly come here to pay respects. At that time, there were officers and soldiers guarding the place, and they had to put in a lot of effort to come here once.But now, even this place is deserted.

Ever since she returned to Zhenhuang, she never thought of coming here to pay homage, but she never thought that she would come here today by accident. Perhaps, this is also a kind of fate. If there is no incense, incense will be used instead; if there is no paper money, silk cloth will be used instead; if there is no good wine, only a pot of goat milk and two cups of green tea are left. Your Highness King Yan, I'm here to see you again. She stood up, with a few stars of dust on her knees, slightly dirty.Snowflakes fell from the roof, covering the lids of the coffins one by one. She looked at the coffins quietly, trying to recall the bloody heads she saw a long time ago, feeling a sense of desolation in her heart. Long before the snow disaster occurred in the Longxi generation, Yanbei had already fallen into a catastrophe.The homes of the common people were destroyed, and the snowstorm in the first generation of Lancheng was particularly serious. Thousands of cattle and sheep froze to death in the land of Shangshen. However, when all the officials of the Great Xia were clapping their hands to celebrate, Yanbei secretly mobilized one hundred thousand Dragon Yin pass guards, jumped over the Lanhe Plateau on foot, and entered the territory of the Tang Dynasty from Mulang Peak, which is more than 6,000 meters above sea level. , Bypassed Tanghuguan, suddenly attacked Datang's checkpoint, robbed more than 200,000 deniers of grain, and then returned to Yanbei with lightning speed.The whole operation took less than four days. By the time Datang's border battle report reached Tang's capital, the defenders of Longyin Pass had already returned to the pass, and had fought two battles with Xia's army who wanted to take advantage of the Yanbei catastrophe. . As soon as this matter happened, it was like a drop of water falling into boiling oil, setting off a round of fierce waves. Da Xia and Bian Tang were furious, but there was nothing they could do about Yan Xun. Da Xia’s censors wrote furiously, cursing Yan Bei as a bandit who was born to burn, kill and loot, which violated the way of a saint.The old scholars of Bian Tang were full of fire, blaming the eight generations of Yan Xun's ancestors in spite of the clamor of the world, and wrote a book and said that they lashed out. They were so excited that they almost lost their breath. But that's all they can do.Longyinguan is as strong as gold, and Yanbei army is as fierce as tigers and wolves. In the current situation, as long as they don't come out to provoke and fight, they will be burned. Who would dare to come to provoke them? When Chu Qiao heard the news, she couldn't help but sneer. The so-called soft is afraid of hard, and hard is afraid of death, so that's it. However, Zhuge Yue still showed disapproval, ignoring the unanimous voice of going to war from the government and the opposition.Everyone knows that Daxia is too busy to take care of himself now, and the battle for the position of several princes has reached a feverish stage. Who has time to go to war at this time is just talking. The guys are afraid that they will splatter three feet of blood as they said in the memorial, so as to show their ambitions by death. When he heard the news, he was slightly surprised, saying that he did not expect Yan Xun to do such a thing. In fact, it is not just him, I am afraid that no one in the entire Simon continent would think of this. After all, once upon a time, he used the whole of Yanbei as a bet and millions of soldiers and civilians as a bait to lure Xia's army into the customs and send his troops eastward.And not long after, he eradicated his dissidents and completely destroyed the Great Peer Association that supported him all the way to power. Even the head of his own teacher was beheaded. Facing such a person, no one would have thought that he would take such a big risk for the people of Yanbei. Even Chu Qiao didn't figure out the joints here. Fortunately, the guard of Tanghuguan is the adoptive son of King Jing'an of the Tang Dynasty. Although he surrendered his loyalty in time after the fall of King Jing'an, he holds the military power and guards the important gates of the empire. rest assured.Yan Xun's removal of him this time is not considered Datang's loss. As for the food and grass lost by Datang. Chu Qiao frowned slightly, and once again thought of the Shangshen plateau, returning to the snow mountain after living for many years, and the simple herdsmen and people there... Yan Xun's methods became more and more powerful. He hid thousands of miles away and acted swiftly. Tens of thousands of troops were mobilized in a unified manner without leaking a word.With accurate means, sharp vision, and great courage, he can be called the number one general in the world.As long as he is there for a day, Da Xia will never want to break through the Longyin Pass. Even if Zhao Che takes action himself, he has no chance of victory. He may be slightly better in tactics, military strength, intelligence, weapons, logistics supplies, etc., but if In terms of ruthlessness in tactics and tenacity of mind, there is absolutely no possibility of surpassing Yan Xun. The fear of Yan Xun on the battlefield is that he can perfectly use everything around him as an aid to victory in the war.And his speculation about people's hearts has reached the peak. In this world, Zhuge Yue is the only one who can compete with him.Yan Xun's advantage lies in his ruthlessness, and Zhuge Yue's advantage lies in his cunning. If these two people can have a battlefield without worries, they may really create a legend in the history of war. She shook her head slightly. Although she was already tired of that kind of life, when she was free, her mind would still think about these things involuntarily.Put together the news heard over and over again, copy the general situation little by little, and then deduce, calculate, and arrange, like a chess player who loves to play chess, even if he no longer plays chess, he will still imagine various chess games in his mind . Only this time, she didn't know which side she wanted to win the game. In fact, even if she and Yan Xun did not get along in the end, she would not want to see him lose. Therefore, after knowing that Tang Huguan was successfully attacked by him, he still felt a little bit of joy, completely disregarding her status as the King of Beauty in the Tang Dynasty. She laughed at herself, even if it was her, it was inevitable.The so-called grievances and hatred, under the precipitation of time, only a blurred back, a pair of cold eyes, and a strong hand are left. Who failed whom, who owed whom, can it really be counted? Even if they can't join hands, they don't necessarily have to live and die. The wind outside suddenly picked up, and there was a creaking sound from the door, pushing the stool a little away.She thought it was the wind, so she turned her head and wanted to close the door, but just as she reached the door, the door was suddenly opened, and a man in a black cloak stood in the vast snow, with only one entourage in green behind him. She couldn't see his face, for a while, she could only see a pair of black abyss-like eyes shooting straight at her body.