Zheng Rong said

twelve

"Master, a secret letter from Beijing." Fan Sheng rode on the horse and whispered near the car window.It is not Han Ji's style to change orders from day to day, and a subordinate should naturally not ask about what happened.

A hand stretched out from the car window, and Fan Sheng handed it over.

The secret letter was signed by Han Tang, he is the son of King Qin, one year younger than Han Jixu, and the two often hung out when they were young.

The letter stated that all the gates of the capital are under the control of the King of Qin, and he will definitely persuade the King of Qin to rein in the precipice, saying that his father was fascinated by ghosts for a while, and asked Han Ji to care about his family and give him a lighter punishment.

Those who know current affairs are Junjie, and his cousin is wiser than his uncle.

The haze of the past few days was swept away. He folded the letter and stuffed it into his cuff, and ordered loudly, "Prepare the horse, and send an order to speed up."

The Yanxiao horse, whose whole body was black, raised its neck and neighed to crush the dust. At the same speed as the carriage, Han Ji bowed out of the carriage, jumped lightly, and landed firmly on the horse's back.

With a loud shout, the black horse flew off the string like an arrow.

Thousands of riders burn dust instantly.

Capital, Yandu.

Emperor Ning Ding was ill for half a year, and the affairs of the court were handed over to Qin Wang Han Linhui for temporary management.Judging from the deployment of defenses inside and outside the capital, it is not too ill to be confused, and the military power of the capital guards is still in hand.

King Qin could only mobilize limited soldiers and horses, and the guards at the four major city gates, compared with the five thousand elite cavalry, were nothing more than mansling arms to block carts.

There is a saying that wealth and honor are sought in danger, the same lineage of the royal relatives and relatives is too precious, and people are not enough to swallow elephants, and there is little chance of winning in a desperate fight.

Han Tang understands, but his father doesn't understand that an old man over half a century old is ambitious and covets the throne, so he has no ambitions, what fun is sitting on the world, it can't be compared to the glory and prestige to be happy and happy.

Han Ji almost became a hostage that year, and he saw it.In the world, there is no peace if you seize the position.Only by inheriting the burden that others cannot bear can we enjoy the blessings of eternal life.

Han Ji will arrive in Beijing tomorrow.

The king of Qin had already ordered the city to be closed and martial law was allowed, no entry allowed.

Han Tang sternly persuaded him, but in the end it was fruitless, so he had to make a bad plan.

If this happened, the new emperor would succeed, reward and punish the subordinates to show the king's prestige, and the crime of treason would be the first to bear the brunt, regardless of the same lineage.

That night, Han Tang took the pot of Yuqian Longjing and went to his father's room.

The father and son did not have an overnight feud, so after some kind words, the tea mixed with the Mongolian sweat medicine successfully poured out the medicine to the King of Qin.

Immediately, an order was issued in the name of the King of Qin, the capital returned to normal, and all civil and military officials gathered at Chang'an Gate the next day to welcome His Highness back to Beijing.

Three Zhang Zhumen, illustrious and powerful.

Flying into the city, the golden spur resounded through the sky.

All the officials knelt and bowed their heads, "Welcome Your Highness!"

In the silence of Wan Lai, the Iron Hoofed Armor is majestic and high-spirited.

Han Tang raised his head and saw a person coming slowly from the flying dust.

The one at the front was Han Ji, whom I hadn't seen for several years, with a heroic figure and unknown anger or joy.

When he reached his side, Han Ji smiled at him, "Tang Er."

Unexpectedly calling him by his nickname, Han Tang replied with a slightly startled smile, "Brother."

Congratulations, brothers and sisters, great luck.

The monarch is plagued by illness and has only a gossamer left.When Han Ji met him, he was dumbfounded for a long time before he recognized him, and then he returned to the light, and most of his illness was cured.

But he also knew that his time was running out, and once again learned from Han Ji that the Weihe River had been recovered, he immediately took out the edict to establish a new monarch.

The next day, Han Ji started to deal with state affairs.

This busy is more than a month.

Emperor Ning Ding passed away peacefully, and the new king succeeded to the throne.

Formulate a new national policy, reduce taxes, benefit the people's livelihood, and rejuvenate the population.

Before the verdict on King Qin's matter was reached, Han Tang dared not go out to play, and waited in the palace, waiting for Han Ji to summon him.

On this day, someone finally came to pass him into the palace.

Saga Hall.

Han Ji reviewed the memorials one by one.

Fansheng reported that the son of King Qin arrived.

Han Ji put down the Zhu Zhu, got up and held the wooden sword, and when Han Tang entered the hall, he threw one of the handles into the air, "take the sword."

Han Tang was in a hurry to catch the wooden sword, and what greeted him was a flurry of sword flowers.

Within two moves, the wooden sword flew out Zhang Yuan and landed. Han Tang was completely defeated.

Han Ji held back his sword and laughed mercilessly,

"Tang Er, Tang Er, your martial arts have not improved at all these years."

Han Tang picked up the sword in embarrassment, looked at the two characters "Tang Er" on the sword body, and felt emotional in his heart, this pair of mahogany swords was their childhood toys, "I can be called elm in martial arts, but brother Wang's swordsmanship can be called elm." Absolutely brilliant."

Han Ji sat down on the couch and glanced at Fan Sheng, "That's because I have a good master who is excellent in martial arts."

Fan Sheng took away the wooden sword, and Han Tang looked at him with admiration, "When I have time someday, Master will also teach me a trick or two, otherwise Brother Wang and I will have a lot of fun."

"I'm afraid you won't be able to bear this hardship."

"That's right. I'm most afraid of suffering." After speaking, Han Tang paused for a moment, and then said, "Brother Wang called me here, but because..."

Han Ji sipped his tea and asked with a smile, "How is uncle?"

Han Tang frowned in embarrassment, and sighed softly, "I didn't let him leave the house."

"It's making a fuss?"

"Calm down and know that the matter is serious."

Han Ji pondered for a while, then said, "Ask him, if he is willing to ask himself to guard the imperial mausoleum for three years, there are many people who know what he has done, if you remedy it properly, if he wants to go, it's not a bad idea. "

Knowing that the prince is returning to Beijing and blocking the capital, it is obvious that he intends to rebel. Han Ji's proposal is intended to preserve the reputation of King Qin and confuse the facts.

Han Tang was infinitely grateful, and when he left his seat, he knelt down to thank him. Han Ji raised his hand, and said, "Uncle's title will be inherited by you. Sit down, I still have something to ask you."

Han Tangjing waited for later.

"Do you know that there is Zhang Mansion in Nancheng?"

Han Tang thought for a while, then shook his head, "I never heard that I'm usually in the city or out of the city."

A gleam flashed in Han Ji's eyes, "You do something for me."

Fan Sheng, who was at the side, was puzzled as he listened to the conversation between the two.Not long after returning to Beijing, Han Ji ordered him to investigate Zhang's mansion privately. Why didn't he ask him to pass on the message at that time, but specifically asked Han Tang to handle the matter.

Yan's army rests and prepares to make a comeback.

Marshal Yang ordered to intensify the training of soldiers.

In addition to the colonel's field training, Yunjie is studying in the camp every day.

Whether it's good to see things and think about others, whether it's hard to be ashamed, or both, Yun Jie didn't live in Han Ji's tent.

As boring as before, the difference is the mind.

All his life he did things without ignorance of his conscience, but he did that shameful thing, which made him restless day and night. He always felt that he owed a debt that could not be redeemed, because he feared that he would never see Han Ji again in his lifetime.

On this day, people from Beijing came to announce the imperial decree of the new emperor.

There is no other purpose, but the left is to reward the three armies with rewards and silver.

The person who can proclaim the decree is actually a mortal.

Isn't he Han Ji's bodyguard?

After the imperial decree is announced, Fan Sheng will stay in the commander's tent, and Yun Jie will retreat with the crowd.

Back to the tent, the restless Yunjie went to the handsome tent again, only waiting at the intersection.

After about half an hour, I finally waited for Fan Sheng.

Fan Sheng didn't seem to be surprised, and asked in a routine tone, "What's the matter with General Ling?"

Yun Jie himself didn't know, since when he encountered something related to Han Ji, he became hesitant and hesitant, and once lost the candid style of a soldier.

Before Yun Jie could speak, Fan Sheng took the initiative to ask, "General Ling wants to know the master's recent situation?"

Yun Jie's wandering eyes fell on Fan Sheng's face, and he nodded in agreement.

And then Fansheng gave a meaningful smile, fleeting, just like the words he said, which shocked him,

"My master has something to bring, if General Ling asks, I'll ask you to go back to Beijing and ask in person." After saying that, he walked past him.

Shi Shiran sent his eyes to the cloud stage in this room, who is pitiful for whom to stand in the wind.