Yijuan cloud

Chapter 29 General Fan lost contact

Seeing that the wealthy businessman was frightened and trying to please him, King Yi and Tang Shou just drank and danced, looking extremely disapproving. They clearly didn't take the wealthy businessman seriously.

Just because the other party was willing to donate food, they were happy to let him take advantage of them.

Jiang, a wealthy businessman, is wearing a crab shell green embroidered cloud and crane gown. He has beautiful features and a shrewd face. He also comes from a business background. How can he not see the contempt of those in power?Unexpectedly, he could still sit upright without changing his expression.

He is well-educated and willing to spend tens of thousands of dollars to get acquainted with powerful people. He seems to be a real person.

After all, not everyone can have the honor of hosting a banquet for the king.

After three rounds of drinking, some Mongolian female singers came in to dance. Their dancing was hot, their eyes were bold, and their pointed boots were dazzling under the colorful dresses. Prince Yi's eyes were straightened.

"Your Majesty, you are on a lowly land, and common things must not be in your eyes. Only these girls take the spotlight with the local characteristics. They are also beauties. In terms of appearance and talent, they are top-notch in all areas of the grassland. Today, I specially brought them to ask Your Majesty to stay." Let’s enjoy it in the future... The villain’s inheritance has been here since his ancestors. Although he has no ability, he also knows a lot of local big families. As soon as he returns home, the villain will send stickers door to door, and he has to attract a few more households to donate charity..."

Jiang Fushang's tongue was full of lotus flowers, and the melodious sound of the morin fiddle floated into Prince Yi's ears. Prince Yi's cheeks were red, and his peach blossom eyes were smiling slightly, which was particularly vivid and bright. He looked at the actress and smiled absently: "Thank you, Mr. Jiang. I'm sorry." Wang Ding writes to the Emperor about your contribution."

This wealthy businessman Jiang was indeed quite capable. He actually lobbied many large households for donations and raised ten carts of food in two days.

The problem was solved, and the king of Yi swept away the embarrassing situation of the previous few days. The spring breeze was proud of the horse's hooves, and he immediately began to have fun again.

Because they got acquainted with Jiang Chujie, a young master, the two of them were very good at having fun and having fun. They would leave early and come back late. Sometimes it was common to not return home for two or three days. It was actually more carefree and happy than in Shangjing.

Maybe after the war is over, Prince Yi will still be happy to miss Shu.

The master is not often at home, so the slave can have peace of mind. He can play cards, drink, laugh and play, and his life can be relaxed.

Although Prince Yi is often outside, he still needs to take care of everything every day in case he comes back unexpectedly. I am responsible for his paper, ink, pen and inkstone. If there is any loss, I will collect it myself and take it back to my residence to practice every day. Words for a while.

My calligraphy is too gentle, but in the past I copied Cao Junlei's copybooks and imitated his calligraphy. I always felt that his small regular script was sharp, so I deliberately imitated his calligraphy when I practiced calligraphy.

Linghua is a maid born in the Xu family's natal family. Both her parents are low-level servants of the Xu family. Because of her good birth and good temperament, she became Xu's dowry maid.

She asked me to write two letters home, which was a start. Girls who have relatives in Beijing will probably ask me to write for them.

Therefore, our house is very lively with people coming and going.

Wen Jin and Xiang Gui were both maids, but Wen Jin had an easy-going temperament. After asking me to write a letter home, he became very friendly to me and often told me some gossip.

She said that Xianggui had passed the Xu family's bright road, and that she was Prince Yi's personal maid. She would be brought to the house in the future. She was already half a master, but she didn't mention it openly.

Wen Jin was still explaining in a low voice: "You should have an idea in mind so as not to offend her again in the future."

I nodded in agreement, thinking about the way Ri Xianggui asked the army to accuse him. She spoke so grandly, but it turned out that she was just jealous, and it was a shame that she was so caring and kept an eye on the prince's whereabouts every day.

Xu's move is indeed a high one.

Another week passed, and the army still had not moved.

The emperor once again issued an order urging war. This time the tone of the imperial edict was stern, and he repeatedly asked General Chang what his intentions were.What do you want?
General Chang's face turned purple when he received the order.

Prince Yi slapped the table angrily and said: "If you want food and grass, I will raise food and grass for you. You have [-] soldiers, but you can't move. You want the emperor to issue two imperial edicts in a row. General Chang, this time, you If you don't send troops again, don't blame me for not sending troops!" General Chang said with a loud voice: "The general was originally scheduled to send troops at the end of the month. Since the emperor has issued an order to set off immediately, the general has no choice but to obey the order and swear to fight for the northern expedition early tomorrow morning! "

"General Chang should have been like this a long time ago. Why should we care about a mere Tatar guerrilla? If we win the battle as soon as possible, it will be easier for you and me to do business."

After a few more words, Prince Yi ordered him to go down the mountain immediately and rush back to the city on the way.

After returning home, he stayed behind closed doors and ordered the general of the Xuan Mansion to send a group of soldiers to act as bodyguards, and his residence was heavily guarded.

Xianggui even told everyone: "There is going to be a war soon. Although our military strength is several times that of the Tatars, we can't say who will win and who will lose. Everyone, please don't move around casually. You can just drink and have fun on weekdays." Come on, everyone should be more alert at this time! How was the general of the Xuanfu killed by thieves before? That's a white knife that goes in and a red knife comes out, it's no joke. "

So, as soon as it got dark, everyone turned in their shifts and went back to their rooms to sleep early.

It happened to be the middle of the month, the moon was full, and the silver light poured in, illuminating everything in the house. It was still early to go to bed at this time, and no one fell asleep. They just lay in bed and thought about their own thoughts.

A maid named Yingjiao said: "I don't believe that we can't defeat us, and there are so many soldiers coming back. Maybe Sister Xianggui doesn't like our behavior these days, so she is trying to scare us."

No one responded. After a while, Linghua said slowly: "Although I don't know how to fight, I have heard people tell me that since ancient times, there have been many examples of how a small number of people can win a large number. Who knows what happens on the battlefield? ? We just want General Chang to win the battle so that we can go back early."

I closed my eyes, thinking that General Fan would go to the battlefield to fight tomorrow. I wonder what it would be like?
I imagined him wearing armor, riding a black horse, and wielding a long sword to control the enemy army, but I always thought of the sturdy and barbaric Tatar soldiers slashing at him with their swords...

My heart sank and I immediately stopped thinking about it, but my heart always seemed to be lifted up.

I didn't expect the Tatars to attack this level of the city, because, if there was that moment, it would be that the soldiers in front were defeated and could no longer defend... But how could it happen?

In the afternoon of the second day, Wen Jin came to me to ask for some embroidery patterns, and secretly said to me: "Prince Yi sent someone to Shangjing overnight to deliver the brochure, saying that he was requesting to return to Beijing. Just wait, probably in the next few days, we will Just went back."

I was doing embroidery, and what I was embroidering was thuja, with its vigorous black stems and lush branches and leaves. When I heard this, I felt an inexplicable irritation in my heart, and there was something stuck in my chest. I felt that hearing those three words made me feel sick. But he remained silent, lowered his head and continued to embroider.

Soon, it turned out that Xianggui secretly told us to pack our things, but not to show it.

At night, I vaguely heard some noise. The three people living in the same room woke up almost at the same time. They leaned on the corner of the window and peeked, guessing what happened.

After daybreak, Yingjiao came back after inquiring about the news and said: "It's incredible! General Chang and General Fan went there in two directions. It seems that General Chang wants to attack the main force of the Tatars. I don't know why the Tatars only sent a cavalry force." The small team with great skills diverted General Chang's army away, while the 8000-man team led by General Fan disappeared after entering the grassland and could not be contacted."

"Last night, Eunuch Tang brought people to see our prince. After listening to their opinions, they said that General Fan had only fought with the rebels before and had not really been on the battlefield. This time he met the cunning and brutal Tatar soldiers. Maybe they were led somewhere and killed... 8000 people, the grassland is so big, maybe no one knows where they died."

My heart is pounding so hard, how could this be?Mr. Fan shouldn't have ended up like this. He is such a powerful and persevering person...

If he is forced into a desperate situation, he will definitely fight until the last moment, until the last drop of blood is exhausted... But this is war, and this is the return journey of a general.

Drunk lying on the battlefield, Lord Grim, how many people have fought in ancient times?
How many people came back? ...My ears seem to be ringing with the sound of the Second Young Master Cao singing when he was at Slender West Lake.

Several meetings with Mr. Fan flashed through his mind, thinking that this was his life... Everyone has his own destiny, is this his destiny?He is still so young!

Wen Jin said goodbye, and I made a special trip to see her out.

After watching her leave, I immediately hid behind the pillars in the corridor, clasped my hands, and prayed for Fan Li wholeheartedly.

(End of this chapter)