Grandpa is such a bird

Outside the imperial capital, people came and went in an endless stream, and the breeze swept the forest in the grove, making rustling noises.

Tubo looked at the innocent Qian Fan and the furious Master Du, and knew that someone must obey the other side first, otherwise no one would be able to leave the woods, so he went to find a few stones, threw them on the grass, lazily Said: "Sit down, don't stand up, sit down and talk carefully, don't get angry and stare."

Du Yun refused to sit down and wanted to leave. After finally seeing so many people, the little rabbit hurriedly ran over, bit Du Yun's trousers, and made a coquettish sound like a puppy, pouted like a puppy. His cotton candy-like butt pulled him back.

Qian Fan applauded the little rabbit's head, hugged him to his lap and smoothed his fur. He raised his head to look at Du Yun, pursed his lips and smiled, then lowered his eyes to look at his snow-white cub , said: "Master Du, would you like to hear about the kindness Master Nineteen has shown me?"

Just as Du Yun wanted to refuse, Tubo stared back at him, moved his lips, turned his face aside, and hummed reluctantly.

Qian Fan smiled gratefully at Tu Bo, who was so heartbroken by the laughter that he probably didn't even know his last name.

Qian Fan thought for a while and opened his mouth. His voice was clear and clean, like the wind blowing through a valley, which made people calm down quickly and couldn't help but listen carefully.

"In the 11th year of Zhaoping, the Dajing War was intense. The Xihuai and Huhe areas in the west were occupied by Northern Qiang troops. The north from Changhe Valley to Deliangba was disturbed by the island country Yunping for many years. The surrounding people lived in dire straits, and the people were destitute..."

... At that time, there was turmoil in the four regions of Dajing, starved and dead in the wilderness, refugees flocked into the plains, the prefectures and counties were overwhelmed and difficult to suppress, and the imperial court sent troops to resist foreign aggression many times, but with little effect. Devastated.

On the seventh day of October of that year, Sun Zhao, a general of the Western Expedition Army, was killed in battle. A generation of famous generals with illustrious achievements, his bones were buried in yellow sand for thousands of miles, and no one collected his body.

The imperial court in the imperial capital was horrified, and had no choice but to send three princes to the west to serve as the chief general and the left and right deputy generals, temporarily acting as generals.

At that time, the eldest prince was eighteen years old, and the youngest had just turned fourteen.Not long after they arrived at the garrison, they were attacked by the Northern Qiang army at night. Dead bodies piled up in the garrison, and blood flowed like a river, making it impossible to set foot.

The general died, and the morale of the Western Expeditionary Army collapsed. Within ten days, the second city fell, and the deputy general, Wang, fled northward with ridicule.

While the leaders were busy fleeing for their lives, a prince took in the defeated soldiers along the road and organized them. Some of them covered the retreat, and some were responsible for helping the disabled and disabled on the road, and retreated in an orderly manner.

The Western Expeditionary Army was forced to retreat three hundred miles. When they retreated to Jianan City, the soldiers who had been gathered and reorganized before had formed a small neat team. Under the order of the prince, they held spears in their hands. , suddenly turned his head, leaning against the Jianan city wall made of yellow bricks and red tiles, and facing the Northern Qiang barbarians who were chasing them.

The panic and fear of fleeing still remained in the soldiers' chests, but when they saw the young prince in armor who had rushed to the front of the enemy line, the soldiers' hearts were ignited by the memory that the famous general Sun Zhao brought to them. Passionate.

The young prince sat on a tall horse and raised his long sword. Instead of shouting "follow me", he swung his whip in silence, and galloped all the way without looking back, beheading the enemy's head first.

The unrepentant head rolled into the messy billowing smoke, like a signal, and the soldiers of the Western Expedition, who were still busy running for their lives just now, turned around, revealing the long-lost bloodiness and killing intent.

And the prince who organized the counterattack of the remnants of the rout was the No. 19 son of the late emperor, the youngest son.

Jianan City closed the heavy city gate behind Yin Chenglan. With his back to the generals and people in the city, he led the remnants of the Western Expedition to defend the important military forces in the territory of Dajing in the nightmare of the constantly retreating and defeated Western Expedition. level.

And from that day on, Dajing's territory has never retreated a single point.

"The king of Huaiyuan is brave and good at fighting, he has courage and strategy, and he is good at planning. I have heard it since I was young." Du Yun said.

Qian Fan nodded and continued: "It was three years later when I met him. At that time, he had already become the supreme commander of the Western Expedition Army. Dayangling, Yitaicheng, and Nanguo seven counties, until we came to the bank of the river."

The upper reaches of the Huhe River were massacred by the Northern Qiang, and the corpses floated into the wild and piled up into mountains. The river flowed over countless carrion corpses and flowed to Ziliang Village downstream.

For this reason, the Western Expeditionary Army moved its station [-] kilometers north and blocked all the roads entering Ziliang Village.

Two months after the epidemic spread, news came from the imperial court, demanding that the city be set on fire to prevent the spread of the plague.

It was at this time that Qianfan came to Ziliang Village.

He traveled here and saw ruins and ruins, corpses strewn across the field, those people's cheeks were sunken, their tongues were drooling from their mouths, and the skin was wrapped around the bones, as if they could be broken and collapsed into a black bone with just a light touch.

He grieved from it, not afraid of the plague, set up a scripture table in the village, recited the reincarnation scriptures for the villagers of Ziliang, prayed for eternal blessings, and hoped that the lonely soul would rest in peace. At this time, a hand grabbed his skirt from under the scripture table. .

It was a skinny old man. He knelt on the ground with his blue fingers pointing towards the mountain behind Ziliang Village. He maintained this posture and took his last breath.

Qianfan rushed to the back mountain and saw 48 children in a cave. They were drinking the spring water seeping from the cave. They were the last hope of hundreds of villagers in Ziliang Village.

They begged Qian Fan to take the children away.

However, the road to the village had already been blocked. Outside the blockade, officers and soldiers were stationed, their lips were covered with thick cloth, and they held a raging flame in their hands. They had already set their sights on this village of the dead.

The 48 children lived only on spring water, and their bodies were extremely weak. Qianfan couldn't take anyone with him, so he had to break into the army garrison the night before the Western Expedition Army set fire to the village and met their coach Yin Chenglan.

The resolute young man sat behind the desk, staring coldly at the monk who was also a young man.

Qian Fan lifted his robe and knelt down, asking him to send troops to bring out those children.

Yin Chenglan said, how do you ensure that they are not infected?I will not risk the lives of my [-] troops.

Qianfan said, with my Buddha as an agreement, take the children ten miles away from the army, and let me take care of them, as long as the general donates rice and grain.

The left and right lieutenants, lieutenants, and counselors in the tent were shocked, and even said no, and hoped that the general would think twice.

Yin Chenglan said, aren't you afraid of being infected by them?Who are you?

Qian Fan said, don't be afraid, his voice resounded loudly, reverberating in the camp, uttering wild words, saying, Poor monk will be the number one eminent monk in Dajing.

Yin Chenglan looked at him as if he saw himself, he suddenly smiled and said, okay, but I can't let my soldiers go with you, they can die on the battlefield, but never in the plague.

Qian Fan's eyes darkened, Yin Chenglan stood up and continued, but I can go with you.

That night, the torches of the Western Expeditionary Army burned into a long dragon. Amidst the dissuasion of countless people, Yin Chenglan covered his face and led ten guards, followed Qian Fan into the village of the dead. Passing the moat that is still dripping with disease, walking past the people with blurred faces, and disappearing into Ziliang Village where the night is illuminated by fire.

Ever since he promised to rescue those children, Qian Fan has promised him, but with orders, he will not hesitate to die!

Du Yun looked down at his toes, with a wry smile on his face.

Qian Fan stood up, looked in the direction of the imperial capital city wall, and said, "The twelfth lunar month of the 16th year of Zhaoping..."

Yin Chenglan received the urgent order of the late emperor's serious illness, brought a few entourages and guards, and returned from the battlefield in the South China Sea, but he did not expect that that day, he did not see the late emperor, but was trapped outside the palace wall, separated by a great distance. Looking at the huge palace wall of Jingqing gray, looking at the green tiles and vermilion cornices inside, I received a letter from the eldest prince.

In the letter, the 25 important ministers and generals who supported the prince, the 110 seven concubines, maidservants and concubines in the Changqing Palace were all put on the necks of the eldest prince's people with cold light and cold blades.

The eldest prince dared not leave the palace, he clearly understood that if he left the palace, it would be the crown prince's world.

He only had this slight chance to make his generous, kind and unparalleled nineteenth brother bow his head by guarding the people the prince valued the most.

Give poison.I look down upon Wushuang's nineteenth brother from above, only after you are dead, can your mother, concubine, your mentor, and your people survive under my control.

Outside the palace wall, Yin Chenglan looked at the poisoned wine in his hand, and remembered what he told the eldest brother to take care of his mother and concubine before leaving for the expedition, and his heart fell into an ice cave. He laughed, held up the poisoned wine glass, and expressed his heart-to-heart to him across the palace wall brother.

There is a way in Huangquan, I will go down now, in the abyss hell, waiting for the emperor brother.

Yin Chenglan became poisonous and vomited blood, while inside the palace wall, the gentle and warm eldest prince had dark eyes and gave an order: Don't leave anyone alive.

Countless heads fell to the ground.

An old minister cried out in sorrow, his head fell to the ground in the splashing blood, and the son beside him hugged his father's head and finished his last words.

... solid nine dead without regret.

The two of them are the father and brother of Lian Songe, the bodyguard Yin Chenglan brought back from the South China Sea.

The people in Changqing Palace desperately protected the crown prince, mother and concubine, and after several twists and turns, they sent her out of the palace.

She was the only person alive in the Evergreen Palace Transformation.

He pressed the song at the top of his lungs, and before he could see his father and brother for the last time, he followed several other guards and sent the icy prince to the Valley of Miraculous Doctors.

"I received the news that I saw the prince again. He was lying on the bed, dying, holding his last breath." Qian Fan said: "He saw me, grabbed my hand, blood gushed out of his mouth, The prince said something."

Qian Fan took a light breath and saw the setting sun in the west as fierce as blood.

"The prince said, 140 one..."

140 one life, which is owed to him by the First Prince.