Chapter 94: The Fantasy of the Western Qiang

The handling of the Bank of China said it was a very pleasing thing. The people kept cheering, roaring and shaking Yangling trembled.

The sins that Zhongxing said were too serious, and it was impossible for him to die in a short time, and he would torture slowly. Emperor Wu of Han did what he said and really prepared a hundred kinds of tortures for him. Whenever Zhongxing said that he was tortured to death, Mr. Cang took action to cure him and torture him again. Fortunately, this was repeated over and over again, and the Zhongxing said that the suffering was a big deal.

The Bank of China said that it had been tortured for three years before it died. His death was not caused by a knife, but was bitten to death by the people. Three years later, the Bank of China said that it would be meaningless to deal with people without human beings and ghosts without ghosts. It would be meaningless to deal with him again, so Emperor Wu of Han decided to execute him.

The people in the north hated him the most. They repeatedly called on tens of thousands of people to ask Emperor Wu of Han to hand over the Bank of China to the people of the north to deal with it. In the end, Emperor Wu of Han agreed, and the Bank of China was escorted to the north. When the people in the north heard that the Bank of China was coming, they rushed up and bit the Bank of China to death.

The people in the north cannot describe the hatred of Zhongxing in words. They were not satisfied. They even burned the bones of Zhongxing and scattered the ashes of Zhongxing and trampled on the road for people to trampled on. Zhongxing said that the bones were gone and could be regarded as the traitor!

"Father, have you heard it? The traitor Zhongxing said he was being punished!" Emperor Wu of Han listened to Zhongxing's screams, raised his head to the sky, murmured, and prayed to Emperor Jing of Han in the sky.

Then, Emperor Wu of Han left with all civil and military officials. However, the people were unwilling to leave and still admired the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China here. For the people, the more they suffered, the happier they were.

Zhou Yang came to Princess Nangong and returned to the palace with Yiren. Just now, the two of them just met in a hurry, and then they had time to express their hearts. Princess Nangong was so happy. However, when she thought of Emperor Jing's death, she was filled with tears.

Back in Chang'an, under the leadership of Emperor Wu of Han, he went straight to the Xuanshi Hall of Weiyang Palace. Emperor Wu of Han had not asked about the battle in Longcheng. Although he had heard Nie Yi say that, how could he be so impressive to listen to Zhou Yang, the commander, say that he had to listen to it once.

Of course, the ministers would not miss this opportunity. They naturally had to follow him. They had to do so, as the Xuanshi Hall, a place where politics was discussed. Other halls were not that big.

Today's Xuanshi Hall is different from the past. It is filled with short tables and covered with brocade. After all, Xuanshi Hall is a place for political discussions, and irrelevant personnel are not allowed to enter. Princess Nangong, Ajiao, Queen Mother Wang, and Liu Piao had to leave everyone for a while.

"Sit as you like!" As soon as you enter Xuanshi Hall, Emperor Wu of Han waved to the ministers like a hospitable master, pulling Zhou Yang, Li Guang, and Cheng Buzhi and sat in the middle.

The ministers wanted to hear Zhou Yang talk about the battle, so they didn't hesitate to find a seat and sat down. After a look, they surrounded a large circle with Emperor Wu of Han as the center, stretched their necks and looked at Zhou Yang, their ears were erect, and they were waiting to listen to the Legend of Hot Blood.

"Give tea!" Emperor Wu of Han waved his hand and the eunuch brought tea.

Emperor Wu of Han picked up the tea, handed it to Zhou Yang for the first cup, and said with a smile: "Brother-in-law, have a cup of tea! You have to keep your saliva well, otherwise, hehe!"

Without saying the following, Zhou Yang also understood that in this way, the ministers must have many questions to ask. Zhou Yang said, so he was not polite. He thanked him, took the teacup, took a beautiful sip, and narrowed his eyes very much.

Although the Huns also had a lot of tea and there was no shortage of tea in Longcheng, it was not comparable to the tea in the palace. In Longcheng, you could drink whatever tea you found, drink coarse tea and good tea, and you had no choice. The tea in the palace was selected from thousands of choices, and it was the best among the top grades. It was particularly different and very comfortable to drink in your mouth.

Li Guang, Cheng Buzhi and others took the teacup, and regardless of the twelve, they started drinking it. Li Guang even yelled while drinking tea: "This is tea! The tea in the Huns is uncomfortable when they drink it!"

"General Fei, it's not that the tea in Longcheng is not good, but that your tea is not good!" Cheng Buzhi teased Li Guang with his right elbow.

"Haha!" Zhou Yang and the others couldn't help laughing when they remembered that Li Guang volunteered to make tea for everyone that day.

"General Cheng, why are you talking nonsense?" Li Guang was a little embarrassed and his eyes turned, and he immediately said: "What is the tea tasting? What is the mood! In Longcheng, how can you feel good here!"

"Haha!" Li Guang was trying to cover up the truth, and everyone laughed.

"General Fei, I have felt your inexpensive tea skills in Chang'an!" Emperor Wu of Han was in a good mood and came to slut out Li Guang.

"Not for the product?" Li Guang rolled his eyes and muttered softly.

"But then again, what is really about tasting tea is about the mood!" Emperor Wu of Han first suppressed and then raised the topic, and began to praise Li Guang: "In Longcheng, you are fighting, so how can you have the time to taste tea! Now, the great victory that has never been seen in the ages is in your hands, and you are in a good mood! Flying General, if you are in a good mood, just drink a few more cups."

"It's better for the emperor!" Li Guang's face was red, and he was very happy. Although Emperor Wu of Han's words were teasing, they still sounded comfortable.

"Brother-in-law, don't just drink tea, let's listen!" Emperor Wu of Han turned to Zhou Yang and spoke on behalf of everyone.

Zhou Yafu, Shen Gong, Master Yan, Dong Zhongshu and others looked at Zhou Yang, their eyes were bright like the scorching sun above the nine heavens, extremely fierce. The victory in Longcheng is once a thousand years. Zhou Yang, the commander who created the victory in Longcheng, talked about the experience of this battle. It is also once a thousand years. There is a rare opportunity and everyone will be anxious.

But Zhou Yang was very happy and slowly savored the tea: "The emperor said, I was in a good mood and was drinking tea. I still had to keep my mouth full of saliva."

"Oh! Grandmaster!" A lot of complaints sounded. Zhou Yang was trying to keep such a rare event, so who would not be in a hurry?

"Brother-in-law, just say it quickly! Say it quickly!" Emperor Wu of Han grabbed Zhou Yang's arm and urged him.

Zhou Yang hadn't drunk the tea in the palace for a long time, and the meaning was growing. He drank a few cups in a row before he slowly spoke up and told everyone about the past of the battle.

As the commander, Zhou Yang had to grasp the overall situation and measure the thoughts of the military minister Shanyu. His speech was completely different from what Nie Yi said, and it was even more exciting and exciting. When Zhou Yang talked about the excitement, everyone cheered in unison, and the cheers were like thunder, almost knocking the roof of the palace away.

"It's as lively as the New Year!" The palace guards guarding outside the Xuanshi Hall listened to the cheers in the hall, and all raised their ears, with a brilliant look on their faces.

"This is the Grand Marshal talking about the battle situation of the Longcheng victory, which is more lively than the New Year! It's only a thousand years like this!"

When Zhou Yang talked about the critical situation, everyone's hearts were in their throats again. Although they knew the result, they were still very worried. Especially when the news leaked, everyone's eyes widened, their breathing tightly, and their faces were nervous. This was the key to success or failure, and they didn't know how to deal with it. When Zhou Yang made a judgment, there was a sound of excitement. Such a seemingly impossible thing turned into a possibility in Zhou Yang's hands. It was amazing.

When Zhou Yang finished speaking, the hall was silent. Emperor Wu of Han, Zhou Yafu, Shen, and Zhufu Yan all looked fascinated, and their fists were clenched, as if they were rushing to the battlefield.

"Hiss!" After a long time, Emperor Wu of Han and the others woke up and were busy wiping the corners of their mouths.

Zhou Yang's explanation is the best story, it is brilliant and fascinating. Although Emperor Wu of Han and his team had a good restraint, they were also forgetful and didn't even know that the saliva flowed down.

"Oh my God, it's all like this, the coach can make it back!"

"If the news leaks, I will only have to withdraw my troops!"

"If I were to think of a way to surround the Huns, I could only let go of herders and destroy as much as the Huns army could!"

"If that happens, there will be endless troubles!"

Everyone said your words and I said, and the praise sounded like a whole lot, louder than thunder.

The battle in Longcheng was quite tortuous, twists and turns, and quite exciting. If one handled it improperly, the consequences would be unimaginable and it would leave huge hidden dangers. Everyone would not be able to admire it. Their thumbs up almost pierced the top of the hall.

The praise alone sounded a cup of tea and it ended.

The next thing is to ask questions in your words. Some of them were answered by Zhou Yang, some were answered by Li Guang, Cheng didn't know, and Wei Qing and others answered by him.

It took another long time, and everyone stopped asking questions. Emperor Wu of Han smiled very happily and ordered a banquet.

Today is the burial period of Emperor Jing, and he should be sad and not celebrated. However, today is the day when the army returns triumphantly, and we have to celebrate this great victory that only lasts for a thousand years. Emperor Wu of Han discussed with his ministers and finally found a compromise method, which is that celebration is necessary, without dancing and music, just drinking.

If it weren't for the mourning period of Emperor Jing, this celebration would not be able to be completed without a month.

Due to the mourning period of Emperor Jing, the celebration of the Longcheng victory was both low-key and grand, which is its characteristic.

During the meal, everyone still couldn't hide their joy. The cups came and went, and they were extremely happy. They drank until they had enough joy and parted.

"Brother-in-law, General Fei, General Cheng, you soldiers who have returned from war, go home to rest first. Another day, I will ask you to drink tea and discuss state affairs." Emperor Wu of Han was still excited and happily sent Zhou Yang and the others out of the palace.

He was not sent to the gate of the hall, but to the gate of Weiyang Palace. Such etiquette has never happened since the founding of the Han Dynasty. In fact, the great victory of Longcheng was too great, and the Han Dynasty had no worries about the north from then on.

After saying goodbye to Emperor Wu of Han, Master Yan and his wife wanted to talk around Zhou Yang, but they snatched Zhou Yafu first. Zhou Yafu walked up and hugged Zhou Yang in his arms. Before he could speak, he started crying. Although he was crying, he had a smile on his face, as bright as a flower, which was so happy.

If you have a son like this, what’s the regret for your husband?

"Congratulations to the Grand Marshal! Congratulations to the Marquis of Tiao!" Everyone stepped forward and congratulated the father and son.

"Yang'er..." Zhou Yafu grabbed Zhou Yang's hand and had thousands of words to say, but he didn't know where to start. No words could express Zhou Yang's excellence. Zhou Yafu was already clumsy in his words, so there was no further explanation for this excitement.

"Father, let's go home!" Zhou Yang was very warm. After returning from the war, he had a father who truly cared about him, which was more important than anything else.

"Yeah!" Zhou Yafu focused heavily, but grabbed Zhou Yang's hand tightly, for fear that once he let go, he would never be able to grasp it again.

Seeing this, Mr. Shen and others could no longer talk to Zhou Yang, so they had to say goodbye.

Zhou Yafu was excited for a long time before letting go of Zhou Yang, and the father and son rode their horses and headed straight to the Polu Marquis' Mansion.

When he arrived at Zhou Yang's mansion, he looked at the four mud gold characters "Polu Marquis Mansion" written by Emperor Jing himself, Zhou Yafu was excited again and murmured: "Last Emperor, you gave Yang'er the Marquis of Polu Marquis to hope that Yang'er defeated the Huns, Yang'er has done it! You know the spirit of heaven, you should smile! You should smile!"

Putting aside the relationship, the matter of defeating the Huns alone is enough to make Emperor Jing smile. Who asked the people chosen by Emperor Jing to be so capable? Not to mention that Zhou Yang is still Emperor Jing’s son-in-law. If Emperor Jing knows that he should be happy, he should be relieved.

As soon as I entered the mansion, I saw Xu Ru, Princess Nangong, Zhang Ling, Wei Zifu, and four children who were held by her, waiting for Zhou Yang's return.

"Yang'er!"

"Husband!"

A sound of joy sounded, and they rushed up, crying before they could speak, and were extremely excited.

When Zhou Yang first saw his relatives, he was excited and hugged them tightly, and tears fell down. This battle was of great significance. Although Zhou Yang returned safely, it did not mean that Zhou Yang had not experienced danger and was able to see his relatives again. It was a great happiness.

Zhou Yang hugged his children and relatives, and felt that this was the greatest happiness in the world!

Since then, Zhou Yang has lived a life like a god in the mansion. The happiness of his beautiful wife playing with a child is particularly rare for the husband to fight for his husband.

The only thing that made Zhou Yang unwilling to accept was to suffer the widower. According to the Han Dynasty etiquette, the joy of husband and wife was not allowed during the national mourning period. If it was not followed, it would be disrespectful to Emperor Jing. If Zhou Yang was not the son-in-law of the Tian family, this regulation could be secretly destroyed. Anyway, as long as he didn't say anything about it, no one knew about it. But he was Emperor Jing's son-in-law, and Princess Nangong must abide by this etiquette, and Zhou Yang could only suffer.

Although suffering is bitter, it has other fun. It is easy to understand and does not express it.

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Xihai, the camp of the Xiqiang. At this time, there were many more tents in the Xiqiang camp, one after another. I don’t know how many of them were there. Wherever I could exhaust my eyes, they were all tents.

Unlike before, the camp was very lively. The Qiang people no longer hang in the tent to eat meat and drink, and pass the boring time like before, but danced around the fire, and sang melodious songs.

The laughter and joy sounded in the camp, inspiring people to move forward and making people excited.

"The king summoned us to attack the Hexi Corridor!"

"Hexi Corridor, that's where I dreamed of going!"

"The Hexi Corridor is fertile and beautiful, with green grass and blue sky, which is an excellent place to grazing! If you can put it back to herding, it will be worth it even if you die!"

"What's dead? Don't talk nonsense! Da Qiang wants to own the Hexi Corridor this time. From now on, the Hexi Corridor is from Da Qiang. We can grazle as we want!"

The Western Qiang's gaze on the Hexi Corridor is no less than the Xiongnu's peeping over the Central Plains. The order of the Western Qiang King was passed on, and the scene that happened in the desert not long ago immediately appeared. No matter where the Qiang people were, they were in the dense forests of mountains and forests. As long as they received the order of the Western Qiang King, they would be extremely happy and would lead their families to drive cattle and sheep, and face the wind and snow, and come to the West Sea.

The customs of the Qiang people were similar to those of the Huns. They practiced a first come first served, or whoever was stronger was better. Everyone wanted to arrive in Hexi first and get the most plump pasture. When they rushed forward, they would be desperate. Snow and cold were not the same for them.

Therefore, a miracle occurred in the West Sea. The crowds there grew at an astonishing rate, and the tabernacles there seemed to fall from the sky, and more and more. In just a short time, they expanded from a radius of hundreds of miles to a radius of hundreds of miles.

In the king's tent, the King of Xiqiang was drinking with a group of ministers and Dongfang Shuo.

"Si! Sisi!" The King of Xiqiang drank countless times in this tent, and there was no such thing as he was in front of him. He drank a beautiful drink and made a wonderful sound from his mouth.

This time, if the Western Qiang is dispatched, they will definitely get the Hexi Corridor they dream of. Even if the Han Dynasty sends troops to come, the Western Qiang cannot defeat him, and they will not plunder the Hexi Corridor? There are herds of cattle and sheep, and there are countless beautiful women. If they all fall into the hands of the Western Qiang, the strength of the Western Qiang will surge.
To be continued...