Chapter 49 Chapter Forty-Nine

"But, that hot meal is not a dream! Starling, this must be God's arrangement! You are now the master of most of Xichuan, it seems that you may not be a dream to become the King of Shu!" "That's right. Back then, I just wanted to have a rich city like Chengdu, and I was satisfied. How could I have imagined how many pairs of greedy and angry eyes would look at you when you really stand where you are today. Guangyuan, It's not that I'm plotting the land of Liangchuan, nor is it that I want to kill Gu Yanhui!" Jin Hui's heart sank.He knew that Wang Jian meant something when he said this.Previously, Wang Zongbi led the assassination of Gu Yanhui in Dongchuan, but he failed in the end.After the army returned, Wang Zongkan still told Wang Jian the situation on the front line. Jin Hui was also present at that time.Wang Jian was under tremendous pressure, because at this time, using such means to seize Dongchuan was not only opposed by the generals, but even the counselor Zhou Xiang disagreed.

"There is something I just wanted to ask. You clearly knew that Zong Bi sent someone to inform Dong Chuan, so why didn't you make a decision?" Wang Jian didn't answer Jin Hui right away. He looked up at the dark sky, where a few stars hung faintly.He patted Jin Hui's hand, as if he was comforting a friend or waiting for his comfort, and said slowly: "Zong Bi told the truth, but I'm sure it's not his idea alone! Behind him, Hua Hong No idea? And what happened after Hua Hong?" Jin Hui couldn't help shivering in fear in the dark, and he immediately realized that what Wang Jian was referring to was Zhou Xiang.

"No, this matter is definitely not Mr. Boya's idea!" Jin Hui interrupted Wang Jian. "Don't get excited. I'm not saying that Boya participated in Hua Hong and Zong Bi's plan, but I can see that he really doesn't approve of me doing this—this is the first time in these years, the first time. He opposed my resolution. Maybe... maybe this time, I was really a little hasty... So, let's let this matter go, I don't want to go into it. As for Hua Hong, he is indeed a handsome talent." "Well, this young man is not easy. He is courageous, knowledgeable, well-managed, and very clean."

"I have already sent a letter to Hua Hong, telling him that Chengdu is urgent and that he should come back for rescue." "No wonder you are not in a hurry. I heard that you didn't return home for several nights, and I was worried that you were worried about the safety of Chengdu. Now that Hua Hong knows the situation here, he will return to the army soon. It's just...it's a pity that the 50,000 army I just arrived in Pengzhou, so I came back in a hurry, fearing that the soldiers might feel resentful..." Wang Jian said with a smile: "Fu Zhao dares to come to me to encircle Wei and save Zhao, and I can also set up one to deceive the world! Pengzhou's attack is a group of mobs! First, they want to rely on their numbers to besiege me; second, they are frightened birds. , the purpose is to break the siege of Pengzhou, not to take Chengdu. If Hua Hong is a talented person, he should be able to think of it with me."

Jin Hui stood up and shook the dirt off his body.Wang Jianfang's confident words made him feel at ease, and at the same time, he admired this brother who was born and died with him even more.yes!Only a handsome talent with such a strategy is worthy of being the Lord of Western Shu! Everything was within Wang Jian's expectation. At the fourth watch of the night, the war drums roared in the northwest direction.The enemy guessed that the army on the front line of Pengzhou would return to Chengdu for rescue, so they gave up resistance and fled hastily.Wait until the sky is getting brighter and the enemy troops have retreated.Wang Jian opened the side gate on the west side and greeted Hua Hong at the head of Changsheng Bridge.Only a hundred or so cavalry accompanied Hua Hong, who drove fifty tiger-skin war drums, and a drummer stood beside each big drum.Wang Jian was delighted to see it in his eyes, thinking that Hua Hong really understood his own mind!He intentionally asked: "General Hua, why do you only bring these troops? If you really fight against Fu Zhao, how can you defeat him by tens of thousands of elites?"

"My lord! The master of the conquest of Pengzhou is the great cause of fixing Xichuan. Fifty thousand elite soldiers have just marched, so how can they move troops hastily! Fu Zhao's siege is a strategy of besieging Wei and saving Zhao. I hope the lord will forgive me for making a claim!" "The one who knows me is Hua Hong!" Wang Jian personally led more than a hundred soldiers into the city and held a banquet to reward him. When the war swept across most of the kingdom, apart from Chengdu, which had gradually settled down, the Wuyue area under Qian Liu's governance also gradually cleared away the haze of war and chaos, and gradually revealed a peaceful scene.

When the sun sets in the west of the lake, there are dots of ripples on the water surface, like dazzling golden light, and like fish scales turning.The setting sun and the setting sun always make the immigrant guests feel emotional. It turns out that there is such an intoxicating and heartbreaking beauty at sunset! On the east bank of the lake, there is a lot of prosperity: wine shops, teahouses, and theaters are lined up; the lingering sound of silk and bamboo, the singing of Pingtan, the greetings of the old bustards, and the noise of drinking orders are intertwined, forming another night picture of Jiangnan.As if, here is the warm swaddle, with the peace away from the chaos of the world.Perhaps, poverty and suffering can turn into a gentle foreign land at this night.If you are a samurai straddling a horse and holding a sword, getting drunk here will allow you to find peace deep in your heart; If you are an underappreciated scholar, getting drunk here can remind you of the tragic old lesson of the subjugation of the country; the poor...

Here is Jiangnan—— How many poets have sung the soft and beautiful water town.But today, it is still dominated by reality.Perhaps, not only the Tang Dynasty, but also the obscene rain of several dynasties and even the desolate elegy several generations later were all solidified at this moment. Wei Zhuang couldn't remember how many times he came to Guhuifang to drink.Over the years, he seems to have long distanced himself from the familiar career path in Chang'an.Although, he often hears battle reports from all over the country brought by merchants.But gradually, the day-to-day disputes among the feudal lords, the annexation of feudal vassals, and the news that the emperor met Ling gradually numb his feelings of worrying about the country and the people.He also gradually indulged in the days of brief reading of poems and books, accompanied by willow leaves and green onions.

He sat alone in the main hall on the second floor of the winery, with a zither set up on the empty platform on the left.About an hour later, when the lake's gleam fades away and the thousands of lights on the east bank of the lake are reflected, there will be melodious silk and bamboo music or light arias.In the main hall, there are not too many people, and there are some guests sitting sparsely on the right, most of them are businessmen who gather for a while.In the corner, unexpectedly, there was a fat monk drinking tea with a pot of purple sand alone, and some delicious-looking snacks were scattered on the table.

There are three or five compartments on the west side of the second floor, most of which are still extinguished with candles, only one compartment at the head, faintly heard the clear and crisp sound of pipa strings being plucked.Looking from a distance, I could just see a fifteen or sixteen-year-old woman with a red brocade bodice and a pink gauze shawl, fiddled with her slender fingers, singing slowly with her vermilion lips parting... call!Wei Zhuang sighed, it turned out that he heard the woman singing "Bodhisattva Man" that he wrote: Ah!Wei Zhuang couldn't help laughing at himself.In a few years, I will be over sixty years old.For more than fifty years, in addition to traveling to and from Chang'an to seek fame, even touring rivers and mountains, in the end, I can only be a romantic scholar.Scholar... useless!

"Bartender! Settle the bill!" A middle-aged man's voice came from the compartment at the other end.Wei Zhuang saw from a distance that the man was dressed in gorgeous brocade, like a merchant from the Central Plains.Seeing him fumbling around in his pocket for a while, his face gradually showed embarrassment, and he said to the bartender: "Oh! I'm a little anxious to go out today, please give me a credit first, and I will give it to you next time." The bartender laughed and said, "Master, the food and drink on your table today is not a small amount of one or two yuan. I'm afraid it's not easy to pay on credit, right?" The man frowned: "Do I still care about the money? I really didn't bring it today! Are you afraid that I won't be able to pay it?" "Guy, I don't mean that. You are not a regular customer of this store, and the store only lends money to regular customers." The two continued to argue. Wei Zhuang drank half a jug of wine by himself again, as if seeing the old bustard in the store bring a few strong men into the cubicle, he couldn't help but feel displeased.He thought to himself: This shop owner is not usually so stingy, he must have seen the face of this customer, so he is not relentless.Thinking of this, he got up and walked straight to the other side of the cubicle, calling out, "Mother Zhang, why do you have to ask me so hard?" "Hey, it's Wei Xianggong who disturbed you to eat wine." Wei Zhuang walked closer, and only then did he see the merchant in detail.This person has a square face, with a blessing on his face, and a trace of sincerity in his eyes, he is not like a commoner who often comes and goes in the wine shop. "Mother Zhang, do you think he is someone who can't afford to pay on credit with this attire? He must have left in a hurry and did not bring any money with him. How much money can you get out of such a forced question?" "This..." The bustard looked distressed, as if he didn't want to offend Wei Zhuang, and he didn't want to give this stranger a credit. "How about this, you can charge this guest's money to my account, and I will pay for the drinks of these few times next time I come." The old bustard smiled all over his face: "It's easy to say, easy to say! Since Wei Xianggong said so, then let's do it like this!"