Chapter 64 Chapter 64 Nursery Rhymes
The official documents and the military order of the Privy Council arrived in Yucheng at the same time.
Due to the urgency of the war, He Lingyun was deprived of his love and could not return to Beijing to honor his father's filial piety, so he had to stay in Yucheng.As a show of sympathy, the imperial court specially promoted He Lingyun to be a doctor of the fifth rank.
Military officers in this dynasty value rank rather than rank. Although Zhongshi Dafu and Zhengshi Dafu are both of the fifth rank, Zhengshi Dafu is four ranks higher than Zhongshi Dafu in terms of official rank.Therefore, although He Lingyun is not as good as his father, his rank is already higher than General Zhao.
At this point, He Lingyun became the chief general of Weicheng, and the Privy Council allocated them a symbolic force of 5,000 troops and a batch of food, grass and weapons. In a short period of time, the imperial court will not be able to provide more reinforcements to Weicheng—the main force of the forbidden army must gather to defend the capital. The only way to defend Wei City is to rely on He Lingyun and the others.
After receiving the bronze medal from the Privy Council, He Lingyun's teeth were bleeding from his teeth. He was promoted not because of his military achievements, but because of his father's death. Still a strange city.
His father's tiger eyes slid across He Lingyun's eyes again, and he knew that at this moment he was giving up on himself again. If his father knew what he was thinking, he would definitely scold him and reward him with a whip.He Lingyun smiled wryly, walked to the barracks and sat down, General Zhao and several commanders of the imperial army gathered beside him to discuss how to defend the city.
"Cangzhou has fallen, and now the main force of the Yan army has moved south along the Yellow River waterway. Now they only need to send a small amount of troops to harass Yucheng and cut off our food supply. It is extremely difficult to continue to defend the city." General Zhao said. embarrassing.
"Without the withdrawal order from the Privy Council, we have to stick to it." He Lingyun glanced at General Zhao and said coldly.
The commanders saw that the general was not hesitant, and hurriedly smoothed things over: "The general is right, Feihukou is a natural fortress, easy to defend and difficult to attack, we rely on the terrain, and there is a lot to do in defending the city."
"In the past two days, all the officers and soldiers have been mobilized to help the people harvest the wheat before the Yan army attacks, and to fortify the walls and clear the fields." He Lingyun glanced at the generals who were older than him, and ordered in a deep voice, "The Yan army's advantage lies in cavalry field battles. He is not good at attacking the city. The city wall has been strengthened and the moat has been dredged a few days ago. Now you just need to deploy and fortify the main roads step by step-horse traps, green traps, and caltrops, so that the people need to avoid them. Bed Crossbows and seven-tip catapults are being produced, and 70,000 troops are enough to protect Weicheng."
"We only have 55,000 troops." General Zhao Shen muttered on the sidelines.
"There are still 15,000 Xiang troops. If necessary, all the people will be soldiers. Do you have any comments?"
Everyone in the room was silent, and they all agreed with He Lingyun's arrangement.After everyone discussed some details, the generals went their own way and left the barracks after receiving orders.
He Lingyun was the only one left in the empty barracks. He sat on the chief seat, looking up at the formation diagram on the wall that his father had torn down, with a fragile expression slowly showing on his face.He shouldn't be sitting in this seat, sitting here he just feels at a loss, he is used to relying on his father's wings, he is so used to disdain to rely on them, and even thinks that the wings don't exist——only after he lost them all of a sudden did he realize his childishness, He seemed to be a snail that had been forcibly pulled out of its shell, his whole body was covered in blood and flesh, and he was so painful that he could hardly move.
Dad... If you're here, you're going to beat me up again, I'm not going to live up to you...
Quietly poking half of his head in from the barracks door, He Lingyun's heart tightened, and he immediately restrained his facial expression, and sternly said: "What are you doing here?!"
Gongshu Lingbao opened his small mouth, stunned for a long time but couldn't utter a word.She and He Lingyun looked at each other timidly, unexpectedly this time she didn't blush, instead she murmured with a pale face: "Ah... ah...that..."
She couldn't think of comforting words, her little head was full of machinery, and she couldn't utter the few limited words about the ways of the world.No matter what she said, she felt that it would hurt He Lingyun, but the last thing she wanted was for him to be hurt.
So complicated, so troublesome, so... sad, Gongshu Lingbao was startled, and his small face began to wrinkle.
He Lingyun stood up abruptly, rushed to Lingbao's side, gritted his teeth and whispered: "Don't cry! Otherwise, I want you to look good!"
He shook off the cloak on his shoulders and hurried up the tower, leaving Lingbao who was about to cry behind him.Chasing the sentry away and climbing up the watchtower, He Lingyun fell heavily into the wooden house as if he was relieved from a heavy burden, and raised the back of his hand to press down his sore eyes.
father……
He was trembling all over, the corners of his mouth finally began to curl, his breath was heavy, he sobbed, and the back of his hands were wet with hot tears.
Dad... my child must guard Weicheng...
When the wheat is filling in spring, the weather has been dry. Now the harvested wheat is a bit shriveled and the yield is not high.Gongshu Lingbao tied up the cuffs of her trousers, and stepped on the field to cut the wheat to play. Her little hands were sore and itchy from the prickly pricks, and she couldn't help frowning and sighing. Suddenly she found a nest of wild bird eggs in the stubble, couldn't help but screamed in surprise, picked it up and wrapped it around in her clothes, turned her head to look for He Lingyun who wanted to offer treasure to him, but saw him awkwardly in the field. He is a young man, so he doesn't know how to use a sickle, his fingers have been scratched by the blade, and there are several deep and shallow marks on his leather boots.Surrounded by soldiers who were originally from tenants, they were cutting wheat with their scythes neatly, throwing their masters far away. There is no such thing as taking the lead, Gongshu Lingbao turned his head and frowned, unable to bear to see He Lingyun's sweaty mess. He Lingyun grabbed Maizi and straightened up, only to feel the pain in his back was unbearable.A drop of sweat suddenly pierced his eyes, he hurriedly closed them, reached out his hand to wipe off the sweat on his brow, and when he looked up again, he saw the delivery soldiers galloping on horseback, delivering an urgent message from five hundred miles away. ——Qin Taiwei died of illness in the capital. Qin Taiwei Gaoshou was seventy-six years old. He was the elder of the three dynasties.Because of his old age and infirmity, he has not been able to go to court for a long time, and has been half-retiring and living in leisure to recuperate.This time the battle situation was urgent, and the Taiwei came out again. He first suggested to the Holy Master to launch a surprise attack when the Yan army was halfway across the Yellow River, so as to avoid future troubles. Cangzhou fell, and the Taiwei hurriedly dispatched the forbidden troops from all walks of life to defend and protect the capital.Facing the overwhelming Yan army, he worked hard until he was unable to return to heaven. He was seriously ill the night before and was dying. He only had time to leave a memorial to ask the emperor to retreat to Guanzhong, and then he passed away. "Grandpa Qin..." He Lingyun still couldn't believe the news.In his mind since he was a child, that aging veteran was like a mainstay. Now that he has let go, another rock is missing in his heart, and he just feels like a scourge is about to hit his face...
"Will the Holy Majesty really choose to leave the capital and retreat to the pass?" Long Baiyue was discussing with Princess Yunyang, deeply shocked by the news. Princess Yunyang drank a glass of wine and said angrily, "Leaving Beijing is not a trivial matter, but seeing our army's retreating posture, hmph, it will be a matter of time to do so—then Taiwei Qin's decision has always been wise." "Nowadays the capital is full of wind and rain, and many wealthy households are moving their families south." Bao'er sat cross-legged beside them eating snacks, interjected, "Oh, there is a nursery rhyme circulating in the city recently, which seems to be related to Master Zimian is related." "What kind of nursery rhyme? Read it quickly and listen to it." Long Baiyue hurriedly asked when she heard that it was related to Zi Mian. "There is purple in the imperial city, and you can form a soldier by scattering beans; the heavenly soldiers are like clouds, and you can defeat the Yan army." Baoer read while shaking his head. "At this moment, rumors and prophecies are the most likely to confuse people's hearts," Princess Yunyang frowned, "What the hell is that Zi Mian planning?" "I don't know, does he still have the ability to cast beans into soldiers?" Bao'er said mysteriously, "There is a strange rumor among the people that every evening, there is a little boy in scarlet clothes standing in front of him." In the corner of the city wall, I kept singing this song..." "There is purple in the imperial city, and sow beans to form soldiers; the soldiers of the sky are like clouds, and they will smash the Yan army?" The emperor held his hand, muttering the nursery rhyme that the eunuch had reported to him, "There is purple in the imperial city, there is purple in the imperial city... Huang Cheng You have a son..." "Your Majesty, rumors and prophecies are confusing people's hearts, and the crime must be punished as soon as possible to prevent the erroneous progress, so as to restore the audience." The emperor stared at the eunuch kneeling on the ground, and suddenly smiled slightly: "I think it's a bit interesting..."
Seeing the oracle writing written by the shaman in the sand table, Zi Mian lowered her eyes, and brushed away the words in the sand table.He pushed open the door and went out, rolled up his sleeves and sat by the fish basin, waiting for the children who showed up on time every night. Today's children did not come empty-handed, but each of them carried a pot in their hands. A four-year-old child chewed his fingers and asked, "Is this fish really for us?" "Yes," Zi Mian nodded and smiled, "You have to take good care of them." "Aren't you going to show us the fish show again?" The seven-year-old girl asked her brother while looking at Zi Mian, holding a pottery bowl in her hand. "Yes, but they are very obedient, you can cut a bunting yourself to tease them." "Oh——" the children cheered, and they all lit up the fish they liked with Zi Mian. "I want red ones." "Give me a few more uncles, I sing every day the songs you teach..." The hundreds of goldfish were quickly separated, and after the children were separated, Zi Mian didn't get up and go back to the house, he sat on the spot and waited for the first person to come to see him. Not long after, a fat old man walked up to him with his entourage and stopped in front of him. This man was dressed in fine clothes, looked rich and peaceful, with a smooth face and no beard. "Master Zi Mian, follow our family into the palace, the Holy Majesty wants to see you." The man greeted in a low voice with a thin voice, and smiled amicably. Zi Mian got up and walked to him, bowed her head and smiled slightly, as if she was talking to someone she knew, she replied humbly and respectfully: "Yes... Thank you for your hard work."
When the wheat is filling in spring, the weather has been dry. Now the harvested wheat is a bit shriveled and the yield is not high.Gongshu Lingbao tied up the cuffs of her trousers, and stepped on the field to cut the wheat to play. Her little hands were sore and itchy from the prickly pricks, and she couldn't help frowning and sighing. Suddenly she found a nest of wild bird eggs in the stubble, couldn't help but screamed in surprise, picked it up and wrapped it around in her clothes, turned her head to look for He Lingyun who wanted to offer treasure to him, but saw him awkwardly in the field. He is a young man, so he doesn't know how to use a sickle, his fingers have been scratched by the blade, and there are several deep and shallow marks on his leather boots.Surrounded by soldiers who were originally from tenants, they were cutting wheat with their scythes neatly, throwing their masters far away. There is no such thing as taking the lead, Gongshu Lingbao turned his head and frowned, unable to bear to see He Lingyun's sweaty mess. He Lingyun grabbed Maizi and straightened up, only to feel the pain in his back was unbearable.A drop of sweat suddenly pierced his eyes, he hurriedly closed them, reached out his hand to wipe off the sweat on his brow, and when he looked up again, he saw the delivery soldiers galloping on horseback, delivering an urgent message from five hundred miles away. ——Qin Taiwei died of illness in the capital. Qin Taiwei Gaoshou was seventy-six years old. He was the elder of the three dynasties.Because of his old age and infirmity, he has not been able to go to court for a long time, and has been half-retiring and living in leisure to recuperate.This time the battle situation was urgent, and the Taiwei came out again. He first suggested to the Holy Master to launch a surprise attack when the Yan army was halfway across the Yellow River, so as to avoid future troubles. Cangzhou fell, and the Taiwei hurriedly dispatched the forbidden troops from all walks of life to defend and protect the capital.Facing the overwhelming Yan army, he worked hard until he was unable to return to heaven. He was seriously ill the night before and was dying. He only had time to leave a memorial to ask the emperor to retreat to Guanzhong, and then he passed away. "Grandpa Qin..." He Lingyun still couldn't believe the news.In his mind since he was a child, that aging veteran was like a mainstay. Now that he has let go, another rock is missing in his heart, and he just feels like a scourge is about to hit his face...
"Will the Holy Majesty really choose to leave the capital and retreat to the pass?" Long Baiyue was discussing with Princess Yunyang, deeply shocked by the news. Princess Yunyang drank a glass of wine and said angrily, "Leaving Beijing is not a trivial matter, but seeing our army's retreating posture, hmph, it will be a matter of time to do so—then Taiwei Qin's decision has always been wise." "Nowadays the capital is full of wind and rain, and many wealthy households are moving their families south." Bao'er sat cross-legged beside them eating snacks, interjected, "Oh, there is a nursery rhyme circulating in the city recently, which seems to be related to Master Zimian is related." "What kind of nursery rhyme? Read it quickly and listen to it." Long Baiyue hurriedly asked when she heard that it was related to Zi Mian. "There is purple in the imperial city, and you can form a soldier by scattering beans; the heavenly soldiers are like clouds, and you can defeat the Yan army." Baoer read while shaking his head. "At this moment, rumors and prophecies are the most likely to confuse people's hearts," Princess Yunyang frowned, "What the hell is that Zi Mian planning?" "I don't know, does he still have the ability to cast beans into soldiers?" Bao'er said mysteriously, "There is a strange rumor among the people that every evening, there is a little boy in scarlet clothes standing in front of him." In the corner of the city wall, I kept singing this song..." "There is purple in the imperial city, and sow beans to form soldiers; the soldiers of the sky are like clouds, and they will smash the Yan army?" The emperor held his hand, muttering the nursery rhyme that the eunuch had reported to him, "There is purple in the imperial city, there is purple in the imperial city... Huang Cheng You have a son..." "Your Majesty, rumors and prophecies are confusing people's hearts, and the crime must be punished as soon as possible to prevent the erroneous progress, so as to restore the audience." The emperor stared at the eunuch kneeling on the ground, and suddenly smiled slightly: "I think it's a bit interesting..."
Seeing the oracle writing written by the shaman in the sand table, Zi Mian lowered her eyes, and brushed away the words in the sand table.He pushed open the door and went out, rolled up his sleeves and sat by the fish basin, waiting for the children who showed up on time every night. Today's children did not come empty-handed, but each of them carried a pot in their hands. A four-year-old child chewed his fingers and asked, "Is this fish really for us?" "Yes," Zi Mian nodded and smiled, "You have to take good care of them." "Aren't you going to show us the fish show again?" The seven-year-old girl asked her brother while looking at Zi Mian, holding a pottery bowl in her hand. "Yes, but they are very obedient, you can cut a bunting yourself to tease them." "Oh——" the children cheered, and they all lit up the fish they liked with Zi Mian. "I want red ones." "Give me a few more uncles, I sing every day the songs you teach..." The hundreds of goldfish were quickly separated, and after the children were separated, Zi Mian didn't get up and go back to the house, he sat on the spot and waited for the first person to come to see him. Not long after, a fat old man walked up to him with his entourage and stopped in front of him. This man was dressed in fine clothes, looked rich and peaceful, with a smooth face and no beard. "Master Zi Mian, follow our family into the palace, the Holy Majesty wants to see you." The man greeted in a low voice with a thin voice, and smiled amicably. Zi Mian got up and walked to him, bowed her head and smiled slightly, as if she was talking to someone she knew, she replied humbly and respectfully: "Yes... Thank you for your hard work."