Liu Song Hanque

Chapter 21 Suihan, use fire to attack

Liu Yizhen, who had just left for less than half an hour, came back full of blood and revived, and Wang Xiu Mao Dezu looked envious.

It's good to be young!

Liu Yizhen didn't talk nonsense, and directly told the two about someone planning to open the city gate.

"This should be the opportunity that Helian Gui is waiting for!"

After Wang Xiu and Mao Dezu learned of this, a stone fell in their hearts.

As long as the other party can come in, it's fine, otherwise it would be frightening to hang around outside all the time.

"Can"

Mao Dezu frowned at this moment.

"If the opponent is really attacking the city from two sides, even if our army lays an ambush, it is impossible to eat the opponent's two waves at the same time."

"In this way, the goal of severely injuring the enemy will not be achieved."

Liu Yizhen was actually thinking about this on the road.

After a while, Liu Yizhen expressed his thoughts.

"Should I set fire to it?"

Ok?
Wang Xiu and Mao Dezu were dumbfounded.

"set fire!"

Liu Yizhen gritted his teeth: "It's cold this year, the sky is dry and things are dry, so attack with fire!"

"Duke Guiyang means...to set fire to Chang'an?"

As a general, Mao Dezu also felt that this move was inappropriate.

Regardless of the political significance of Chang'an, just saying that there are hundreds of thousands of people in the city, it can't be set on fire!
"Not all burned."

Liu Yizhen is also very courageous.

"Bringing Helian Gui from the Zhangcheng Gate is the Weiyang Palace. We directly blocked the Weiyang Palace. Because there is a palace wall, the fire cannot spread to the houses!"

"In short, it is to set fire to Weiyang Palace!"

In Liu Yizhen's opinion, anyway, Chang'an of the Han Dynasty will be eliminated sooner or later, and the Weiyang Palace will not be able to withstand the baptism of time.

Mao Dezu was a military general and a southerner. He only felt a little regret for the burning of Weiyang Palace, so he agreed to Liu Yizhen's plan.

But Wang Xiu can't do it.

He is from Jingzhao.

Chang'an has a special meaning in his heart.

And as the landmark of Chang'an - Weiyang Palace.In Wang Xiu's heart, it is synonymous with destiny.

If a fire burns out and Chang'an without Weiyang Palace, is it still Chang'an?

"Duke Guiyang, General Mao, is there any other way?"

Wang Xiu was unwilling to burn down Weiyang Palace from the bottom of his heart.

But if it is not burned, is the Jin army really capable of eating Hu Xia's army that came in from Zhangcheng Gate?
For a moment, Wang Xiu's figure seemed a little bleak.

"It's okay, it's okay."

"That's it."

"Burn it and burn it."

Then, Wang Xiu got up and walked towards the outside of the hall.

Seeing this, Liu Yizhen said to Mao Dezu: "There is no need to delay, and the task of arranging the two places will be handed over to General Mao."

Mao Dezu cupped his hands, and strode towards the military camp in the city.

And Liu Yizhen quickly caught up with Wang Xiu in front, and followed behind him all the way.

Wang Xiu walked on the street with his eyebrows down, but Liu Yizhen didn't say a word.

The two of them walked like this until their bodies were hot and steam was rising from the top of their heads. Then Liu Yizhen carefully came to Wang Xiu's side and stood side by side with Wang Xiu.

"Wang Changshi..."

Wang Xiu waved his hand.

"Mr. Guiyang, this old man is not an ignorant person, this old man knows."

Wang Xiu looked up and saw the tall and majestic Weiyang Palace in the distance at a glance.

"only……"

"This old man is from Jingzhao. He grew up in Chang'an when he was young."

"At that time, Chang'an was not in the hands of Master Wang, but in the Hou Qin."

"The Weiyang at that time was not as empty as it is now, but lived in the Emperor Qin's family."

"But at that time, the old man preferred to run north."

"Gaozu Changling, Huidi Anling, Wendi Baling, Jingdi Yangling, Wudi Maoling, Zhaodi Pingling, Xuandi Duling, Yuandi Weiling, Chengdi Yanling, Aiyiyiling and Pingdi Kangling are all there."

"The eleven sons of the Han family were all buried in the north of Chang'an, but Chang'an and Weiyang to the south belonged to the barbarians instead."

"At that time, the old man was thinking, when will the emperor of the Han family live in the Weiyang Palace where I grew up watching me?"

"After the drastic changes in Guanzhong, Xiu had no choice but to seek refuge in the south, thinking that he would never see Chang'an and Weiyang Palace again in his life."

Speaking of this, Wang Xiu laughed.

"But Xiu never imagined that someone in the world would actually be able to conquer the Central Plains and restore Chang'an."

"The Taiwei is a great hero. Even if he is a hero, the people of Chang'an will not be dissatisfied."

"If possible, Xiu hopes that the Taiwei can stay in Weiyang Palace all the time."

"Even if the Taiwei leaves temporarily, Xiu also hopes that the Taiwei can come back to see this Weiyang Palace and this Chang'an City."

"But if it's just burned like this, then there's really nothing left."

Wang Xiu was crying and laughing at this time, his voice changed.

This Chang'an that I stick to.

He was about to be set on fire by himself.

Is there anything more ridiculous than this?
And Liu Yizhen has been listening to Wang Xiu's narration.

For Liu Yizhen, this Weiyang Palace is just a term in the history books of later generations.

It's just a handful of yellow sand countless years later.

But for Wang Xiu.

This is his belief.

It is also his pursuit.

Looking up at the Weiyang Palace in the distance, Liu Yizhen seemed to see countless figures above.

The majesty of the eleven emperors of the Western Han Dynasty.

The glory of princes and generals.

The battle of various schools of thought.

Liu Bang, Emperor Gaozu of Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu of Han Dynasty Liu Che, Marquis of Huaiyin Han Xin, Marquis of Huaiyin Huo Qubing...

Too many wonderful, too many stories.

Too gorgeous to look directly at.

but……

Liu Yizhen put his hand on the shoulder of Wang Xiu who was a head taller than him.

Wang Changshi, do you know?

I have seen the future.

There is Li Laoer, the first emperor of the ages, and Zhu Chongba, a commoner in Huainan.

There is Li Bai, an exiled immortal, and Du Fu, a poetic saint.

The future Tang poetry and Song Ci are no worse than Qin bricks, Han tiles.

Despite some tribulations, our future is always bright.

"Wang Changshi."

"Trust me?"

Seeing Wang Xiu looking at him in astonishment, Liu Yizhen showed his big white teeth.

"Trust me, I'll give you Chang'an back."

"It's not the current Chang'an, but a real prosperous Chang'an!"

"Do you believe it?"

Wang Xiu looked at the childish Liu Yizhen, and thought of his trust in him before.

"letter."

Wang Xiu seemed to see something in Liu Yizhen, an ordinary and confident young man, which made him let go of the obsession in his heart.

Is this ravaged Chang'an really the Chang'an in his heart?
Is the Weiyang Palace occupied by the Hu people really the Weiyang Palace in my heart?
Wang Xiu turned over and stepped onto a war horse, his agility was no less than that of some generals.

Maybe Duke Guiyang is right.

What I want is the prosperous Chang'an in my dream.

Seeing Wang Xiu get on his horse, Liu Yizhen asked curiously, "Why did Chang Shi go?"

Wang Xiu waved his whip, and the horse's front hooves stood up like wind.

"Mr. Guiyang, please go back, the old man still has things to do!"

Before he could finish speaking, Wang Xiu and the steed were already scattered in the wind.

He wants to bid farewell to his Chang'an, his Weiyang Palace.

(End of this chapter)