"The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never ......return once he is gone."

"Xiao Hou...... Let's go back to the reward, not to cut off the head, so don't read such depressing poems! ”

"Oh? Then I'll change it! Well, the chariots, the horses, and the pedestrians' bows and arrows are all at their waists. Ye Niang's wife went to see each other, and the dust was not seen on the Xianyang Bridge......"

“……”

Looking at Xiao Han, who was sitting on the horse and shaking his head, Yu Chigong's old face was about to wrinkle into a bitter gourd.

He thought he didn't have any ink in his stomach, but Xiao Han read these poems, even if he was a fool, he could hear that it was not something to be happy about.

Today is their first day to Chang'an.

It dragged on for more than a month in Luoyang, and it was not until Li Yuan personally ordered the recall of the army that Li Shimin set out on his return journey.

At this time, there were already small rumors circulating in Chang'an, saying that Li Shimin was arrogant and intended to monopolize Luoyang and establish a country within a country.

These rumors appeared very strangely, so strange that the ears and eyes were all over the Lijingmen in Chang'an, and they didn't know where the source was.

However, after Li Shimin knew these rumors, he just smiled indifferently and didn't even bother to track them down.

A general, with more than 100,000 elite soldiers, refused to return to Beijing to step down after the war.

It's certainly not just one or two people who feel scared.

Before leaving today, Li Shimin specially took Xiao Han to visit Wang Zhiyuan.

It's just that when the two of them arrived, they found that the ordinary courtyard had already been empty.

Pushing open the hidden door, Xiao Han thought that according to the previous movie scripts, there would be some things left in the house such as "The Revelation of the Prince of Qin" or "The Book of the Marquis of Xiao" to show the superior style of their uncle and nephew.

But until they searched all the houses, he and Li Shimin couldn't find a single word, and finally they could only return in a huff.

The army left Luoyang and marched west along the Yellow River.

While passing through the mountain, Xiao Han suddenly broke away from the team and looked at the green mountains in the distance.

"Xiao Hou is still thinking about that Shan Xiongxin?"

Wei Chigong noticed Xiao Han's strange appearance, drove his horse to his side and asked in a low voice.

He had never understood the relationship between Xiao Han and the spear general.

said that the two were enemies, but Xiao Han was sad for a long time after the death of that person, and even went to the grave to pay respects in person.

But if you want to say that it is a friend, it was he who ambushed the heavy troops and killed Shan Xiongxin on this mountain in one fell swoop.

Xiao Han heard the voice, looked up and saw that it was Wei Chigong, and after hesitating for a moment, he nodded slowly.

Wei Chigong frowned, and couldn't help asking, "What kind of character is that Shan Xiongxin?" Why is he dead, you, Qin Shubao, Li Ji and Cheng Yanjin all have such expressions? ”

"Him?" Xiao Han looked at the mountain in the distance and said in a low voice, "He is a hero. ”

"Heroes? What about you? Wei Chigong looked at Xiao Han with a strange look in his eyes.

In his eyes, Xiao Han is an excellent talker, and even a general like him is favored.

But if it was changed to Shan Xiongxin, how could he calculate in every way?

Xiao Han shook his head and didn't say anything.

It's not that he doesn't want to say it, it's that he really doesn't know what to say.

He admired Shan Xiongxin's courage and loyalty in his heart!

However, he was afraid that this person's courage and loyalty would hurt the newborn Tang Dynasty!

The more capable people are, the greater the harm they will cause to society, this is certain!

In the land of Hebei and Shandong, there have always been many generous and sad people!

As soon as Dou Jiande died, only an unknown Liu Heimin could stir up the peace of Hebei.

Xiao Han didn't dare to imagine what kind of storm he would rise if he let Shan Xiongxin go, in this case, his death was already doomed.

"Born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in the north! Second brother Shan, go all the way ......"

muttering a few words in a low voice, Xiao Han finally seemed to be relieved, turned his head, and didn't look at the green mountains and rivers again.

In the army, the mood of several chief generals is inexplicably heavy.

But that doesn't stop the excitement and cheerfulness of the people below!

Half a year away from home, another unprecedented victory!

Those soldiers had long been eager to put on their wings and fly back to Chang'an in order to receive their share of the reward.

The army traveled fifty miles a day, this is the number set by Li Shimin in advance!

Xiao Han and the others set off in the morning, and just after noon, the front soldiers stopped, shouting and starting to set up camp?

"We've made it to the end of the day so quickly?"

Jumping off the horse, Xiao Han rubbed his thighs that were a little uncomfortable, and asked Xiaodong who was helping to lead the horse next to him.

Xiaodong rolled his eyes helplessly, and said in his heart: Where have you walked? Isn't it all us walking?

"Ahem, it may be that the road is better now, so we are going faster."

"Oh, that's right!"

Xiao Han didn't see Xiao Dong's resentful eyes, he responded casually, moved his hands and feet, and walked straight to the Yellow River.

For a person who loves landscapes, he can't wait to lie down and take a look when he sees a small ditch on weekdays.

Now walking on the edge of the Yellow River, how can he not take a closer look?

The Yellow River near Luoyang is very wide, and the dusk water flows through this place, slowing down and naturally becoming much clearer.

However, Xiao Han knew that this kind of clarity did not mean anything good.

He had read history and knew that a long time ago, the Yellow River was not called the Yellow River, but the Great River.

At this time, the water quality of the Yellow River is clear, rich in products, and it is a veritable mother river.

But since the Han Dynasty, this clear river has gradually become muddy.

The abundant river water in the upper reaches carries a large amount of sediment from the Loess Plateau, bringing fertile nutrients to the downstream as well as endless suffering.

Two breaks in three years, and a diversion in a hundred years, is talking about the Yellow River.

And the Tang Dynasty will also be its last tenderness to the children of China, from the Tang Dynasty onwards, the Yellow River will become a wanton flooding poisonous dragon, poisoning living beings every once in a while.

Jump on a boulder and carefully bow a handful of Yellow River water.

Watching the fine sediment in the water gradually settle in the palm of his hand, Xiao Han smiled bitterly and casually sprinkled the handful of water into the river.

I don't know if it's because of the reason why the butt decides the head, Xiao Han feels that he is becoming more and more compassionate now, and even when he sees the Yellow River, he doesn't think of the delicious Yellow River carp first.

That's not a good idea.

Because this kind of thing is compassionate, it usually only appears in emperors or saints.

Needless to say, the emperor said that in this era that belongs to Xiao Lizi, whoever dares to peep at which position will almost be able to prepare for the future in advance.

And the saints?

Thinking about those ancient sages, Xiao Han shuddered violently.

That kind of profound realm is really not something that you can achieve by yourself!

It seems that he is still honest, trying to be a gentleman, and mixing up this life perfectly.