Late Tang Dynasty: I

Chapter 182 Shangyuan Festival
Shangyuan Festival!

Du Rangneng's motorcade is still wandering on the road. 16-year-old Li Youtong is sitting in the carriage, looking at the future with a blank face, watching Taiyuan City getting farther and farther away, gradually disappearing, her eyes are red, and she is homesick for the first time in her life up.

And 32-year-old Li Cunxiao, thinking that Li Keyong had forgiven him for the defeat of Heyang, was galloping happily.

At this time, he still didn't know that his adoptive father, Li Keyong, thought that he was not worth 30 guan, and with the addition of [-] cavalry, he still felt that he had taken advantage of it.

Also on this day, His Majesty the Emperor led the army across the Yellow River, set up a camp by the Luoshui River, and had fun with the soldiers.

And in Chang'an Anhuafang, the mansion bestowed by His Majesty the Emperor, Wang Yao asked what he had been holding back for a few days.

"Father, why did Your Majesty let Wang Ke succeed you as Jiedushi?"

Wang Yao was still a little unconvinced, how could Er Wu Zai be the final winner.

Wang Chongying looked at Wang Yao for a long time, and heaved a long sigh. Originally, he wanted to seek an official position for Wang Yao, but now, his thoughts have faded.

Although he has no rights, he still has some money. It is still possible to be a rich man. If this kid enters the officialdom, he is afraid that he will be sold and he will have to help count the money.

Silly boy, which Jiedu envoy have you seen was escorted by the emperor's personal guards to take office, and which Jiedu envoy you have seen, the emperor doesn't want to see it at all...

……

In the northwest of Chang'an, about a hundred miles away, is Qianxian County, where Jingling Mausoleum of the late Emperor is located. The earth is piled up as a tomb, about several feet high, and the withered grass on the high tomb is very high. , a child played around the graveyard.

"Grandpa, let me help you."

"Hey!"

"Grandpa, why do we live here?"

The old man sighed helplessly.

After tidying up briefly, he took the child's hand.

"Come on, today's work is done, grandpa will take you home to light the lanterns."

"Light the lanterns, light the lanterns!"

The old man looked at the back of the child, turned around, and looked at the graveyard. No one knew what he was thinking, and two lines of old tears came out of the corners of his eyes.

Three or five miles down the slope, there are two thatched cottages next to each other. There is a pagoda parked at the door, and the servants stand on both sides. The regulation of the carriage is not low, the level of the county king.

Hearing the sound, a person walked out of the thatched cottage, wearing a county king's python suit and a fish bag, staring at the old man and sneering.

"Yang Fugong, what are you doing here?"

Yang Fugong shook his head and said with a smile: "Our family came to have a look at you. I didn't expect that Tian Junrong, who was so majestic back then, looks like this now."

That's right, the old man is Tian Lingzi, and the child is adopted by his elder brother.

Tian Lingzi shook his head and said, "Did His Majesty send you here?"

"Hmph!" Yang Fugong snorted coldly, and said, "Your Majesty can still remember you as a caterpillar. After all, it's better not to remember, our family doesn't understand. How did you swing that whip down?"

"You're here to expose our family's scars, aren't you?"

Yang Fugong shook his head and said, "Do you know why our family established His Majesty at that time?"

Tian Lingzi looked at Yang Fugong.

"You are trying to kill me!"

"Haha!" Yang Fugong's complexion changed, and he said, "You restrained our elder brother and almost killed him by Shang Rang's hand, you must remember!"

Tian Lingzi looked evasive, unable to hide his panic, and said, "Our family has done a lot, which one are you talking about?"

Looking at Tian Lingzi who had no resistance at all, Yang Fugong shook his head: "Forget it, Your Majesty can forgive you. Although our family is not as good as His Majesty, we won't bother you at this time. I put some money in the house and gave it to the late emperor. Guard the mausoleum!"

After Yang Fugong finished speaking, he adjusted his official uniform, got into the carriage, and sneezed three times in a row. He thought of this to ridicule Tian Lingzi, but when he arrived, he realized that it was not as refreshing as he had imagined.

Traveling back and forth for more than 100 miles, I also suffered from a bit of wind and cold.

Big loss...

The people in Chang'an enjoy the peaceful time wantonly, such days have not been seen for a long time, they don't have to worry about military disasters, and they don't have to worry about bandits.

By the Qujiang Pool, literati and poets gather, until the curfew is over, there is still more to say...

Kong Wei had a gathering with his friends in a restaurant today, and he couldn't help sighing: "If this peaceful life continues like this, even if you die, you will have no regrets."

The old scalper Zhang Chengye was still busy in the palace, the affairs of the household department and internal funds, a spring plowing, affected the minds of a group of people.

But busy is also happy, for the long-term peace and stability of Datang, what a little tiredness is nothing!
Han Jian, Yin of the Jingzhao Mansion, has discharged all his subordinates. During the Lantern Festival, when thousands of families gather happily, nothing can happen. At this time, he is very grateful for how wise his original choice was.

Han Jian and Li Maozhen were both from the Shence Army, and they had a pretty good relationship with each other. Although His Majesty the Emperor beheaded Li Maozhen, he did nothing to his family. The males were tattooed as slaves, and the females were not allowed into the court.

It's no coincidence, a while ago when Ye Ting handed out women, Han Jian took a little effort to win Li Maozhen's concubine.

"Do you know, it was the master that I fell in love with you first! But you don't know the method of Li Maozhen's envoy, your father was killed by Li Maozhen!"

"Ah!" The woman panicked.

"Don't worry, if you follow me, your food and clothing will naturally not be short!"

"Thank you, Lord En, for your love and pity!"

"It's been two years, master, I really miss Li Maozhen, tomorrow we will pay homage to him, let him watch you and me happy..."

"Well... sir..."

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Guazhou, which is three thousand miles away, is equally lively. There is no curfew here, and people in various styles of clothes sing and dance around the bonfire.

In the center are people like Zhang Huaishen and Yang Shihou. Yang Shihou has been enjoying a comfortable life recently, eating mutton from Gaochang Uyghurs and drinking kumiss from Ganzhou Uyghurs, while the female slaves of Gamo carefully waited on him.

Most people in the Hexi Corridor believe in Buddhism, including Zhang Huaishen. The Buddhist caves in Dunhuang are huge, with tens of thousands of people carving on the highest peak. The lighting ceremony of Buddha from the Tang Dynasty is also very popular, with lights flickering little by little.

Zhang Huaishen said: "The imperial court has come to order. If Tianmu Khan is unwilling to return to rule, this Eastern Expedition will be their end."

Yang Shihou didn't take it seriously, he has been in Hexi for more than half a year, and he is very clear about the virtues of the surrounding tribes.

"Jie Shuai, when to fight, the last general is willing to be the vanguard!"

Zhang Huaishen served a glass of kumiss, drank it with Yang Shihou, and said:

"With the help of General Yang, this battle is sure to be sure."

"Haha!" Yang Shihou raised his glass in return, and said, "Jie is too handsome, I'm afraid Yang will go back after this battle is over!"

Zhang Huai's face froze, and then he thought about it, how difficult the court is, with such a strong combat power, he naturally wants to stay by his side.

"At that time, there will naturally be other troops to replace the last general."

"succeed?"

The imperial court still wants to send troops to Hexi?
Yang Shihou shook his head and said: "It's a pity, I can't be here, and follow Jie Shuai to make contributions. Your Majesty said that the imperial court wants to restore the Anxi Protectorate, and the Beiting Protectorate. Such a famous thing, the last general has no chance." ..."

Beiting, Anxi?
These two names are too far away, so far away that Zhang Huaishen had only heard of them when he was a child.

At that time, the glory of the Tang Dynasty spread all over the Western Regions, and all nations surrendered.

"Your Majesty really said that?"

Master Yang bit off a piece of meat and said: "How dare you lie to Marshal Jie, if His Majesty hadn't mentioned it, Yang wouldn't even know what Anxi is and what Beiting is!"

Zhang Huai couldn't help sighing deeply, His Majesty has ambitions in the universe, he is truly a hero.

Chang'an also came back with news that his five sons were all serving as personal guards by His Majesty's side, and his eldest son Zhang Yanli said that he was going to join the army as the deputy commander of the school.

Zhang Huaishen naturally knew that the emperor was training his son. Doesn't he know what his own son is?

Cousin Zhang Huaiding was named the hereditary king of the county, Suo Xun was appointed as the commander of the relative army, and although he was still the Duke of the state, but when he was fighting in the battlefield and making contributions to the country, he would not be the king of the county in the future.

One family and two county kings, the late father and the late uncle are even more worthy of enjoying the Taimiao. Your Majesty treats the Zhang family with great honor and favor!
Just when Zhang Huai was feeling deeply, a crisp voice spoke out abruptly.

"If you want to destroy me Uyghur, you are dreaming!"

It was Tianmu Khan's youngest daughter, 13-year-old Princess Tianxiu who was speaking, and Prince Hitomi beside her did not make a sound.

Only after trying it will you know that the person opposite is terrible, more than 1 people are slaves here, and the blood shed by the Uighurs in Ganzhou has not yet dried up.

They were able to sit at the table because of their status. After all, Tianmu Khan is the Khan conferred by the Tang Emperor, that is, the king. Even if they are prisoners, one of them is a prince and the other is a princess, so naturally they will not neglect them. In the world, only the Emperor of the Tang Dynasty can deal with them.

Yang Shihou and Zhang Huaishen looked at each other, neither of them took this little girl's words to heart.

Then drink and dance...

(End of this chapter)