"Dada"

The horse's hooves trampled on the road in the capital. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 infoThe five horses rushed through a pass on the street that had not yet been closed, and headed for Fuchengmen.

The Nine Gates of the Jingshi. To the north is Desheng Gate and Anding Gate. Fucheng Gate is located in the middle of the west side. Jia Huan, He Daxue and his entourage, of course, will not go out of the inner city to the station in Beijing through Deshengmen. Don't think about it, you know that Deshengmen will be controlled by the prince.

They will leave the inner city from Fuchengmen and make a detour to the north. They don't know the news that the left guard of the government army controls the Xuanwu Gate. Xuanwu Gate is located in the south of the capital, from the south gate, and then around to the north, the road is far away, time, risk greatly increased.

In the Fucheng Gate, the government army guards have closed the city gate, isolating the inside and outside. Dozens of soldiers were at the gates of the city, holding wooden horses and crossing the road, with swords and guns in their hands. Strange, arrogantly looking at a few people riding up on horseback, want to get out of the city at this time?

Scholar He rode his horse, took a step forward, and took the initiative to say, "This time the old man will solve it." ”

The first few passes, Jia Huan decided, or detoured, or impacted, and came all the way smoothly.

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In Jiafuzhong, with the arrival of early morning, the wounds of being killed by the rebels in the mansion slowly healed. For the time being, no rebels came. Smoke rises. After Liu Yichen discussed with Zhang Sishui and Huang Zongqi, he sent someone to the kitchen to cook.

In the Rongxi Hall, Baochai is dressed in a green cotton skirt, with a plump posture, with her eyes closed, sitting on a chair covered with soft sitting. Xiangling and Ruyi were serving on the side, and Ying'er brought a bowl of hot porridge over, "Grandma, drink some porridge!" This scene is happening all over the Rongxi Hall. The sweet aroma of rice porridge wafts away, with an indescribable warmth.

Baochai nodded and opened her eyes. Suddenly, the tears that had been rolling in her eyes rolled down her fair face. Peony cried. She is not crying about her current situation, but worried about her husband.

Jia Huan ventured out and did not come to say goodbye. Could it be that when he went out of Rongxi Hall, it was really the last time the two of them met? As soon as he thought of this, Baochai's heart was full of emotions. All kinds of looking at each other, the sweetness since the newlywed, in front of me, floated in my mind.

Sister Yibao is cold, dignified, and dignified, at this time, seeing that Jia Huan has not returned for a long time, she can't suppress the emotions in her heart. Tears on his face.

The girls of Jia Mansion are gathered in one area. Xiangyun and Daiyu are near Baochai. Drinking porridge.

Looking at Sister Bao who was crying, Xiangyun sighed in his heart. In the face of greater life changes and storms, Sister Bao is also difficult to stabilize. But she didn't feel that Sister Bao was fragile at all. Only men can solve the current situation. These boudoir women can't help. I can only hope that Brother Huan'er will come back soon.

Brother Huan, where are you?

Daiyu put down the porridge bowl, put it in Zijuan's hand, and walked to Baochai's side. Her endurance in this regard is stronger than that of Baochai. After all, it has already been experienced once in Jinling. said softly: "Sister Bao, don't cry." ”

The relationship between Daiyu and Baochai has been repaired in August and September as early as possible, and there is no longer a barrier. Baochai took the handkerchief handed by Xiangling, wiped her tears, and nodded.

This night, there were too many tears in Jiafu. Baochai shed tears, Tanchun, Li Kun and others all looked at it. If you want to say who is most worried now, it is Baochai. The word husband and wife is not just a marriage letter!

Li Kun has a particularly profound understanding of this.

Daiyu is not very comforting, but she has her perspective on things. The faint and melodious voice like a clear flute was very firm, and said, "Sister Bao, the day before yesterday, Brother Huan wrote a chrysanthemum poem to me. You're there. He wrote: This property is cold-resistant, what is its resistance to wind and frost? Brother Huan will be fine. ”

Daiyu maintained confidence in Jia Huan. Flowers are used as metaphors for people, and poems are used as metaphors. This poem is full of strength, courage, and style.

This performance is cold-resistant, what is its resistance to wind and frost? yes, what about the Wind and Frost Sword? Can't be defeated, can't overwhelm him!

Li Kun, Sanchun, Xiangyun and the maids around them silently recited this poem by Daiyu in their hearts.

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The inland river in the west of the city outside the capital was raised, and the horses galloped and rushed to the north of the capital.

"Haha! Joyfully! Scholar Ho laughed at his horse, not at all like a sixty-two-year-old man.

At the gate of Fucheng Gate just now, Scholar He negotiated with the commander of the guard of the government army in person. The commander of the chapter made it stumbling. Jia Huan suddenly took out a firecracker, pointed at Commander Zhang, and held Commander Zhang hostage to open the city gate and let them out of the city. Adaptable to the situation, extremely decisive.

Scholar He saw the temperament of a famous minister from Jia Huan, and he was delighted. He has a good eye. But all famous ministers are good at judging when dealing with military affairs. This is the difference between the staff and the chief officer.

He had seen Jia Huan's strategy. In the Jinling grain case, Jia Huan exerted a lot of strength. He learned from a friend in Jinling. I also talked to Wei Hong. At this time, I saw Jia Huan's decision and response again, and I was amazed in my heart.

Sure enough, it's a good talent and beautiful jade!

He Daxue originally cultivated Jia Huan and selected materials for the country. It's out of the public spirit. But now in his heart, he has greater expectations and ideas. Of course, there is no need to talk about it now, wait for the matter of this coup d'état of the crown prince to pass.

"Drive!"

Jia Huan exhaled softly, and the horse followed behind Scholar He. Beat another level! After leaving the inner city, it is a flat river to the camp in Beijing.

He pulled out the firebolt, not because he lost his mind, but because words were weak at some point. Only sword, iron and blood can reach the goal.

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When Jia Huan and his party were heading towards the Jingying camp in the north, outside the Desheng Gate, the official road entrance of the Jingying camp. Prince Ning Pu and Xiangyang Marquis Qi Jianhui rode on horses, with more than 200 elite soldiers, standing at the gate of the Beijing camp.

The decree has been preached to the camp.

The camp outside Desheng Gate is a large camp with various buildings, including a training and assembly school. At this time, in the main hall of the Beijing camp, five staff generals and ten guerrillas were seated in two places. At the top sat two people. Behind them stood the guards.

A civil official in a scarlet robe, and the complement on his chest is a brocade chicken. An old eunuch with a white head, dressed in luxurious clothes. On the table in the middle are two wooden boxes, covered with yellow satin, and in the wooden boxes are paper rolls. It seems, the honor is very. In addition, there is a formal decree for the reels.

Except for tea, everyone talked. The atmosphere was silent, but not dignified. Jingying's attitude is unknown without asking.

Outside the camp. Cai Nongji, who had one arm, went to the side of Prince Ning Pu and reminded in a low voice: "Your Highness, it has been more than an hour since the Holy Decree was sent in. ”

At four or five o'clock in the morning, Prince Ning Pu and Xiangyang Hou arrived at the Beijing camp outside Desheng Gate. brought a formal "holy decree", stamped with the seal of the emperor. After Xun Yang, the counselor of the Yaowu battalion, went out of the camp and received the order, he closed the gate of the camp and did not come out again.

The minutes just passed. It was almost 7 o'clock. The early winter morning sun shines brightly with a golden glow. The figure of the prince and his party was stretched very long and long. The ranks of the rebels were quiet, solemn and tense.

Ning Pu nodded, exhaled a breath of white air, the look of disappointment on his face became thicker and thicker, rubbed his hands, turned around and asked Xiangyang Hou, "What should I do?" With the weak personality of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, his fear prevailed at this time.

Jingying has not answered for so long, I am afraid that the hope of accepting the holy decree and supporting him is already very slim. Now the cloud of impending failure of the coup d'état hangs over him.

Xiangyang Hou's face was gloomy, and he clenched his fists hard. Everyone knows that Jingying is the key. Jingying is the key. However, now they can't even enter the door of the Beijing camp, what kind of appeasement is this? Theoretically, the Beijing camp only abides by the holy decree and the transfer of troops from the tiger talisman. But now that they have a nominal decree, how can they not?

The Marquis of Xiangyang had a not very good speculation in his heart, a speculation that he didn't want to admit: the Son of Heaven may have a back hand in Beijing. In the palace, the concubines were guarded by the heavy soldiers of the palace guards everywhere. It is impossible that there is no arrangement in the camp.

He hates!

Seeing that the Marquis of Xiangyang did not answer, the prince proposed in a low voice: "Marquis Qi, otherwise, I would like to send someone to explain the situation to my father." I was forced to raise an army, just to kill Wang Ziteng. He deceived people too much.

In the past, the Wei prince of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty refused to be killed. Che Qianqiu said: The son makes the father's soldiers, and the crime should be punished. What is the sin of the son of the Son of Heaven who has made a mistake and harmed others? The palace was also panicked and had no other intentions. ”

In the end, the prince's voice became quieter and quieter, and he was really a little lacking in confidence. He was in the Jinluan Hall last night, and he really wanted to ascend the throne. In addition, he promised the conditions of the Emperor Taishang, and also promised the conditions of Wu Guifei.

The Marquis of Xiangyang stared at the prince coldly, and said coldly: "His Royal Highness the Prince's words, sent to Chengde, will the Son of Heaven believe it?" ”

The prince was silent. His father was afraid that he would not spare him.

Xiangyang Hou turned around violently, turned over on the horse, and pulled the reins of the horse, and the war horse neighed and raised its front hooves. He shouted, "Go, go back to the city." "Without Zhang Butcher, don't eat hairy pigs. He had already made a decision: to return to Beijing to gather troops and prepare for a big battle.

Kyei didn't respond, and there was no point in waiting at the door. Time is precious, now go back and gather troops from all over the place. He didn't know if he had beaten or not, and he was even very pessimistic. However, always try.

Is it now time to kneel down and surrender to the Son of Heaven? Is the end result different from fighting? He wanted Bo Yibo.

The Marquis of Xiangyang gave an order, and the team of more than 200 people collectively turned around and headed towards Deshengmen.

Prince Ning Pu sighed helplessly and turned the horse's head. Before leaving, he glanced nostalgically at the neat and quiet Jingying camp.

He already felt that the Emperor's throne was gradually moving away from him. Probably, it started with the note handed to him by Wu Guifei.

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Jingying refused to accept the orders of the crown prince Ning Pu. The Marquis of Xiangyang made a decision and gave up. The elite march of two hundred men was very fast and left quickly. A quarter of an hour later, Scholar He and Jia Huan arrived.

The closed camp gate at the end of the official road, the guarded soldiers, and the quiet school field made Jia Huan's heart feel a little gloomy.

He speculated that the Son of Heaven must have left a will for Jingying. However, in the current situation, it seems that Jingying does not plan to send troops to quell the rebellion.