Chapter 283

Mr. Yuanjing looked at the swimming Koi in the pond in the courtyard, looking gentle and authentic.

"Just come back."

Han Yuren is fine, but his spirit is a little weak.

"The disciple's unfilial behavior has affected Shifu. He was implicated in it and nearly missed his reputation."

Seeing Han Yu kneeling on the ground, Mr. Yuanjing sneered, "get up. I haven't seen you so clever in the past."

Han Yu was so nervous that he could not allow his master to exchange anything for his safety in Northern Xinjiang.

It would be bad if this matter were played up and said that Mr. Yuanjing secretly communicated with Beijiang.

"It doesn't matter. The letter you wrote as a teacher won't be a constraint. What are you doing so carefully?"

After hearing this, Han Yu was relieved.

Mr. Yuanjing waved to him and said, "come to the teacher and get closer."

Han Yu acted according to his words and came closer. Mr. Yuanjing raised his right hand and pinched meat or bone on his face, which made his face a little painful.

After a long time, Mr. Yuanjing showed a complex look of joy or worry, which puzzled Han Yu very much.

"Go down. There's nothing to do. Call Zixiao."

When he released his hand, Mr. Yuanjing turned to feed the koi in the pond without looking at Han Yu.

Han Yu has never seen such a Mr. Yuanjing. He is nervous, but he is obedient to tell Wei Ci to come.

"It's different."

Unexpectedly, as soon as he met, Weici said so to him.

"What's different?" Han Yu was a little creepy when he stared at him.

"Nothing..." Wei CI lowered his eyes and frowned. "Since master called me over, it's inconvenient for me to keep him waiting."

Leaving Han Yu with a misty face, Wei CI sighed in his heart, and the dark clouds in his heart gradually dispersed.

Han Yu wondered, "one or two... Why are they so strange..."

"The world is so big that there are no surprises. The same person has changed his face in just a few days. He always feels that he has lived in vain in recent decades..." just as Wei CI approached, Mr. Yuanjing found him and sighed, "Zixiao, do you think this disaster is a blessing or a disaster?"

Wei CI said, "as far as Dongqing is concerned, it is a disaster rather than a blessing; as far as Wenbin is concerned, it is a blessing rather than a disaster."

The unexpected death of the prince of Houfu in the north of the town completely surprised Wei CI. He didn't have to think about it. After this fuse was lit, how severe the form of Dongqing will become in the next few years, and the pace of troubled times is far earlier than in his memory.

Happiness and misfortune depend on each other. Dongqing is unlucky, but Han Yu makes a bargain.

Wei CI left Dongqing early that year, but he kept in touch with his friendly classmates by letter and knew what had happened to them.

Han Yu is doomed to copy his family and destroy his family.

In terms of appearance alone, he had few blessings. There was a peach blossom robbery in the inner courtyard, and the husband and wife palace was dark. Because of the disaster of women, he was doomed to die in his prime.

In fact, it is true that Han Yu's middle-aged was pacified due to his wife's rebellion. After his deeds were exposed, he wrote a Book of guilt and swallowed gold to commit suicide.

Under Yuanjing's tutelage, Wei CI is also quite accomplished in observing Qi from his face. Naturally, he can see the changes in Han Yu's face.

Mr. Yuanjing said with a smile, "Liu Xi is really the right one."

Weici said softly but surely, "she is."

After listening to this, Mr. Yuanjing was pleased, and immediately showed a complex color, "it's still an uncut jade. Although Liu Zhongqing followed and induced it, it has little effect. It's fierce and cruel. If there is no change, I'm afraid I can't be a wise king for all ages..."

Weici was silent. Can he say that his majesty has restrained a lot now?

She is not an eternal Mingjun, or even can't reach the edge of Mingjun.

History books have a mixed reputation. Some people praise her for her openness, while others slander her tyranny.

The former remains to be discussed, while the latter has a lot of bad deeds.

Mr. Yuan Jing tilted his head and seemed to be thinking that this action was suspected of maliciously selling cute for a man in his 40s and 50s, but it complemented each other in this young and energetic person with an abnormal mentality.

Wei CI said softly, "it's a rough jade, not a hard stone. No matter how hard the hard stone is carved, its essence is still a hard stone, but the rough jade is different."

He didn't know where the change had taken place, but he could see the change of Jiang Pengji.

After hearing this, Mr. Yuanjing smiled kindly and raised his hand and knocked on Weici's head.

"Different minds."

Weici hung his head and looked embarrassed.

Han Yu's escape from danger naturally spread all over Shangjing, and everyone who closely followed it received the news.

"I don't know what Mr. Yuanjing wrote, but it made Beijiang soft..."

Feng Jin, the wounded, had a happy life. Although she was unable to participate in the evaluation, she was depressed, but she soon adjusted her mind.

While others were still writing fast and gnawing at the book all night, he drank and fought with Jiang Pengji on the chessboard.

Jiang Pengji glanced and said, "there are muscles in the minds of those people in Northern Xinjiang, which can make such a reckless man bow his head. The content given by Mr. Yuanjing must be to the point. The one who slaps on the face and the other doesn't dare to say anything."

Jiang Pengji judged that she had hardly missed it, even Mr. Yuanjing.

Feng Jin was curious and said, "guess what he wrote?"

"I guess? I guess there are three possibilities. First, the plan of attacking the city and defeating the enemy hit the key points in the hinterland of Northern Xinjiang, but no matter how wonderful the plan is, it must be carried out by this force. If Mr. Yuanjing offers the plan of defeating the enemy in Northern Xinjiang, he will give priority to deterrence and silently convey a word - see, this plan can kill you. Dongqing is not sure. I can take refuge and kill you Country. "

Feng Jin was amused by Jiang Pengji's vivid simulation and almost choked.

Jiang Pengji muttered, "second, maybe it's a secret of the northern Xinjiang imperial court?"

Feng Jin finally restrained her smile and asked her, "what's the third?"

He knew that Jiang Pengji was talking nonsense, but people showed a serious expression, which made him laugh.

"Third, I read a history at home before. The three nationalities in Northern Xinjiang are descendants of the Qiang witch nationality of the previous dynasty. They are brave and good at fighting. They are fierce one by one. During the troubled times of the sixteen countries, they burned, killed and looted, raped silver women, fed on women, and even bred girls as their offspring. In just a few decades, the population has expanded from less than 200000 to more than 3 million..."

Feng Jin listened carefully. He also knew this history, but it had nothing to do with the topic, didn't it?

Jiang Pengji took a sip of tea, moistened her lips and continued, "In the hands of the Qiang Wu people, there are large-scale and elite rattan armor cavalry. The rattan armor is made by the Qiang Wu people in a special way. It is lighter than ordinary armor and difficult to enter. These rattan armor cavalry are very difficult to deal with and have become a sharp weapon for them to cross the north. In the end, they even want to use the power of the rattan armor cavalry to wave troops in the Central Plains and dominate the Central Plains. For a time, God will block and kill God and Buddha No one can stop the Buddha... "

Feng Jin recalled in her mind and said, "Jin has heard of the rattan armor cavalry. Finally, 500000 rattan armor cavalry were buried in Qichuan plain..."

Half a million is an exaggeration, but the number is certainly not small.

That was the history of the end of the troubled times in the sixteen countries. Half a million rattan armor cavalry swept half of the Central Plains. Finally, Xu was surrounded by a fire by the prime minister Huangfu Fengmin, the founding Prime Minister of the Xia Dynasty. No one survived.

Jiang Pengji smiled quickly. "If I were Mr. Yuanjing, I would say nothing else - do you remember that a fire in Qichuan plain extinguished the wild hope of ancestors entering the Central Plains?"

After hearing this, Feng Jin was stunned and said, "have the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang rebuilt rattan armor cavalry?"

Thinking of the terrible of the rattan armor cavalry in the history books, Feng Jin felt that her scalp was going to explode.

Although Northern Xinjiang is not a good place, it is rich in high-quality horses, and it is not difficult to form strange soldiers.

The terrain of Dongqing is flat. If the rattan cavalry break through the northern defense line and let them enter the hinterland of Dongqing, they can't be stopped.

Jiang Pengji shook her head and recalled that the armor on the northern warriors she had seen before was different. At that time, she couldn't remember what was wrong. She went back to the books collected by Cheng Cheng and saw the history of Qichuan plain.

Jiang Pengji said, "the weakness of the rattan armor cavalry is too obvious. The Qiang witch nationality has stumbled here. Where can the three nationalities in Northern Xinjiang be so stupid?"

In fact, according to Jiang Pengji's observation that night, the "rattan beetles" made by the three ethnic groups in Northern Xinjiang do not seem to be afraid of fire.

"If Mr. Yuanjing did this, he would at best warn them - little sample, you are too young to play with me."

Feng Jin: "poof -"

He really didn't mean to spray tea.