"Although this matter is urgent, it is not so serious. Are you going to accompany your brother-in-law on a jingqi?"

 Zhang Xingyi nodded: "It's not serious, but it's still necessary to be on guard."

"What's the meaning?"

 Feng Yong frowned.

"Zhang Gong's famous book Xizhou, many barbarians in Dunhuang listened to his orders. If Zhang Gong really has something to do, not to mention Dunhuang, even Liangzhou will be shocked."

“My brother-in-law has only been in charge of Liangzhou for a short period of time. Although Liangzhou seems to be stable now, who knows if there are any unruly people underneath?”

“Let Liu Hun lead a fine cavalry to accompany him, firstly to protect his brother-in-law’s safety, and more importantly, to deter all forces in Dunhuang and avoid turmoil.”

 Speaking of this, Zhang Xingyi glanced at Feng Yong, as if he was still confused.

 Guan Ji noticed Zhang Xiaosi’s little move:

"If you have anything to say, please make it clear. There are only three of us here and there are no outsiders."

"I'm afraid that my brother-in-law will be angry." Zhang Xingyi muttered, and then continued, "Zhang Gong's reputation in Dunhuang is too high. We made few changes to Dunhuang in the past."

“I mean what if, what if, if Zhang Gongzhen dies of illness, maybe we can strengthen our control over Dunhuang.”

 The Han Dynasty regained Liangzhou and Dunhuang. It was the Zhang family who took the lead in rebelling against Wei and returning to the Han Dynasty.

 In order to avoid criticism, it was said that it was a waste of time, and the Zhang family has always been very cooperative.

 So Feng Yongyuan’s plan was to transform the local forces in Dunhuang step by step according to the practices of Shu.

 With the Zhang family as the leader, it won’t take much effort.

 Did you know that this happened now?

 The way Zhang Xiaosi looks now is very consistent with the performance of a qualified politician.

　　People are not dead yet, but they are already thinking about how to maximize their benefits after death.

Governor Feng pondered for a moment: "Then let Liu Liang follow."

 Liu Hanzi was very good at dealing with barbarians.

Especially in Dunhuang, he stayed there for a long time before the Han Dynasty conquered Liangzhou.

 At dawn the next day, Zhang Hua was already waiting at the gate of the Governor's Mansion.

Feng Yong finished cleaning up, came out, and gave a few words of comfort.

A few people, escorted by their personal guards, got on their horses and headed out of the city.

Horse hoofs beat on the street, and the sound of tramping is particularly clear on the deserted street.

 In the camp outside the city, a thousand fine cavalry, led by Liu Hun, were ready to go overnight.

 After receiving the military order to set off, like a red torrent, it rushed out of the village gate and rumbled toward the west.

More than two years have passed since the Battle of Xiaoguan.

Although the subordinates of Liangzhou Governor's Mansion cannot compare with the elite soldiers and generals of the Qiang Protector's Mansion, they still have no way to mobilize elite divisions on a large scale.

Especially the armored cavalry, Zhao Guang is still running around the world to collect qualified war horses.

However, the governor's office is quite capable of dispatching a small force of elite troops at any time.

　　When marching within the country, you don’t have to worry about food and grass, and you don’t have to worry about enemy attacks. This time, just treat it as a training exercise.

Although the speed is very fast, the journey from Wuwei to Dunhuang is really far. It is very hard to drive all the way without rest.

More than half a month later, Feng Yong and others entered Dunhuang City after a long journey. When they came to the gate of Zhang's Mansion, they found that there were no white flags hanging on them, so they breathed a sigh of relief.

When the manager of the Zhang family got the news and hurried out, Feng Yong, accompanied by Zhang Hua, had already crossed the gate and entered the vestibule.

“No need to be polite, how is Captain Zhang doing now?”

Feng Yong waved his hand and asked the Zhang family who were about to salute.

 “Go back to Junhou, the master of the family has been waiting for Junhou to come.”

 “Lead the way!”

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 He didn’t even have time to dust himself off, so he rushed directly to see Zhang Gong.

When Feng Yong saw the skinny patient on the couch, who was about to become a mummy, he couldn't help blurting out:

 “Why did Mr. Zhang do this?”

If he had been in another place, I'm afraid Feng Yong wouldn't recognize Zhang Gong.

Zhang Gong’s chest only slightly rose and fell, indicating that he still had a breath left.

 “Brother, brother!”

 Zhang Hua saw Brother Cong in this state and hurriedly stepped forward and shouted sadly.

 Zhang Gong’s cloudy eyes sunk deep in his eye sockets turned, and his withered lips moved.

 “Brother, what did you say?”

 Zhang Hua put his ear to Zhang Gong's mouth and listened.

 “I said, get out of here and ask the prince to come over!”

Zhang Gong’s voice finally got louder, scolding Zhang Hua with a scowl on his face and he backed away:

 “Your Majesty, my brother has invited me.”

Feng Yong hurriedly walked over, bent down, and said softly:

 “Mr. Zhang, I’m here.”

 Zhang Gong saw Feng Yong clearly, his eyes lit up, and his voice became louder:

 "Junhou, you are finally here..."

“After receiving the news from Mr. Zhang, I hurried all the way. Fortunately, I was not late.”

Feng Yong sat on the edge of the couch and held Zhang Gong's withered hand, "In winter, I even specifically asked about Zhang Gong's situation."

“I was very happy to know that Mr. Zhang survived the winter, but I didn’t expect..."

 Zhang Gong made a hoarse "hehe" sound from his throat:

“I have been lingering on the bed for the past few years, gasping for breath. It seems that I can’t survive this time!”

"But it is a blessing to be able to see Liangzhou under the governance of the kings, the people are stable, and the barbarians surrendered in the last two years."

Hearing this, Feng Yong couldn't help but hold Zhang Gong's hand a little tighter.

 This is one of the important reasons why he values ​​the Zhang family.

 Compared to other aristocratic families who have no limits, Zhang Gong can be regarded as a Han man.

He worked hard to maintain the influence of the Han people in the Western Regions, and at the same time did his best to prevent the Hu people from harming one side and the rebels from dividing Liangzhou.

“But I hope that Duke Zhang can see the day when the people of the world are at peace and the Han Dynasty regains its former glory..."

"The Lord is interested." Zhang Gong smiled, but there was some fascination in his eyes, "If that day comes, I only hope that the Lord can tell someone."

"must."

Hearing this, Zhang Gong smiled again and took a deep breath, as if he was gathering strength:

“I know that the rulers are determined to revive the Han Dynasty, and their horizons are not limited to Liangzhou. Therefore, the rulers’ administration of Liangzhou is just a temporary plan.”

“But Liangzhou is a fertile land, rich in cattle and horses. If the Han Dynasty can get it, the cavalry army can flourish. The Zhang family of Dunhuang is still relatively unknown in Xizhou.”

"It is the wish of the Zhang family to be able to help the monarch a little. Therefore, before the monarch came, I had someone sort out the families and tribes that have contacts with the Zhang family."

"If it can play some role in the ruler's governance of Liangzhou, it will not be in vain for me to spend all this time."

When Feng Yong heard this and thought of Zhang Xiaosi’s plan, he couldn’t help but let out a long breath:

“The thoughts of Mr. Zhang will always be engraved in my heart.”

 One is a demon fox that has become a spirit, and the other is an old fox that has been around for a long time. Neither of them has a fuel-efficient lamp.

 Zhang Gong shook his head:

"Although my brother Hua has some bravery, he is just a reckless man; my son, although he has some talents, I just hope that he can keep the Zhang family undefeated. That's enough!"

Feng Yong knew what he meant and agreed:

“If Mr. Zhang is successful in his mission to the Western Regions, I would like to recommend him as the Chief Historian of the Western Regions.”

“As for General Zhang, he is in the army now and will one day make meritorious deeds in the future.”

 The Western Regions are too far away and their situation is unclear. Although Zhang Ju has been on an envoy to the Western Regions for more than two years, he has not yet returned and has been active in various countries in the Western Regions.

Not to mention that he could make all the countries in the Western Regions surrender to the Han Dynasty, as long as he could maintain the continuity of the Silk Road and provide financial resources for the Han Dynasty, it would be regarded as meritorious.

 Last year, the countries in the Western Regions sent envoys here, probably to inquire about the situation.

 It seems that Zhang Jiu’s activities are effective.
To be continued...