Chapter 921

When Mr. Yuanjing received his wife's letter and learned that his son-in-law had been abducted by Huang song, his heart thumped.

Tang Yao saw the teacher's face and thought something had happened to Langya's family.

He asked with concern. Mr. Yuanjing waved his hand and said it was all right. His worried look could not be covered up.

In another month, Wei Ci, who was far away in Beijing, also received the news that Nie Xun was under Huang song's account.

At the same time, he also received a private letter from his mentor Yuanjing.

After reading the ten lines at a glance, Wei CI turned over the letter and wrote a person's birthday on the back.

The eight characters of birth are Nie Xun's.

He seriously arranged a divination with the man's eight characters.

Wei CI copied the divinatory symbols and contents calculated by himself and sent someone to Yuanjing.

Yuanjing received the secret letter and quickly opened it for a closer look.

After a long time, he had to sigh.

"Injustice!"

As we all know, Nie Xun left zhongzhao and went to Langya to study in order to find his own root.

Nie Xun was abducted and trafficked in his infancy. After several twists and turns in the hands of several human traffickers, he accidentally wandered into zhongzhao.

He didn't know where he came from or who his biological father and mother were.

He did not know whether he was abandoned or forced to separate from his biological father and mother.

Following the clues of several families who abducted and sold him, Nie Xun ran all the way, but the last clue was broken at the Dongqing border.

He heard that Mr. Yuanjing was very accurate in divination and went to Langya county with the mentality of trying.

Mr. Yuanjing calculated a divination for him, which showed that Nie Xun would see his blood relatives in a few years.

It seems to be a good divination, but it is actually a bad divination.

The divinatory symbols show that Nie Xun and his relatives will have a robbery.

Either Nie Xun will die, or his relatives will die in Nie Xun's hands.

Mr. Yuanjing asked Wei Ci to help him with divination in order to find out who the relative who died in Nie Xun's hands was.

Weici carefully calculated several times and reached the same conclusion.

The divinatory symbol is "Qian", which means that the relatives killed or killed by Nie Xun in the future will be Nie Xun's biological father.

If Nie Xun is at ease to be a famous scholar, the possibility of his confrontation with his biological father is very low, and he can even avoid the bad name of killing his own father.

Now he is encouraged by Huang song to become an official. In the future, he will inevitably follow Huang song to fight north and south.

Who knows when he killed his own father himself.

It's just that the news has been kept secret for a lifetime. If he accidentally leaks the news, Nie Xun's reputation will be destroyed.

Therefore, Mr. Yuanjing will say evil fate sadly.

June of the second year of Chengzong.

Jiang Pengji is nineteen years old.

"Sister! Sister, wait, little brother!"

Liu Zhao, riding a jujube red horse, hurriedly grasped the reins and caught up with Jiang Pengji in front.

Facts have proved that he really has no talent for riding. He has learned riding for two years and has always maintained the level of trusting the reins.

At this time, the jujube red horse stepped empty and fell forward.

Liu Zhao's heart jumped because of the emergency. He had no time to defend himself. He had to close his eyes in the hope that he would not be disabled.

"Ah --"

The expected sharp pain didn't come. Instead, the waist tightened, the falling action suddenly stopped, and was forcibly carried on the horse.

"Sister -"

Liu Zhao opened his eyes and sat obliquely on the horse's back.

As soon as Jiang Pengji looked solemn, she turned over and dismounted. Liu Zhao, who had escaped from the robbery, also climbed down from the horse's back tremblingly.

"This horse -"

"It's probably useless. The horseshoe has been completely broken."

Jiang Pengji squatted down. The jujube red horse had big wet eyes and her body twitched because of severe pain.

Liu Zhao came forward to take a closer look and found that the front hoof of the jujube red horse was indeed folded into a distorted angle and quickly hematoma.

"Who dug such a hole here!"

Liu Zhao was so distressed that he wanted to cry. This jujube red horse was a war horse that Jiang Pengji had to arrive for a long time. For this reason, he also promised many unequal treaties. He hung a beam and pricked the stock. He studied hard for more than two months to barely reach the other party's standard line.

It took a lot of hard work to get a good horse. After running for a few days, it was abandoned by pits on the ground.

As soon as Jiang Pengji looked solemn, she asked the guards to come and return the jujube red horse to the stable to see if it could be cured.

"This is not a man-made hole."

Liu Zhao looks more depressed. It's not artificial, it's natural. His horse's foot was broken by bad luck?

"Have you ever heard of the cunning rabbit cave?" Jiang Pengji asked Liu Zhao.

"Elder sister, although my younger brother is a little ignorant, he doesn't even know about cunning rabbits." Liu Zhao shook the jade pendant Sui Zi hanging at his waist, "wait -- elder sister, this hole is not artificial. It was made by a hare?"

"It should be. Let's stop horse racing nearby and check how many rabbit holes there are."

Liu Zhao said, "today, my little brother will eat the whole rabbit feast and eat up these animals who have made holes in disorder."

The thought of his beloved horse made his heart bleed.

Jiang Pengji smiled and said, "OK, I'll deduct Zixiao's salary and prepare you a whole rabbit feast."

Liu Zhao doesn't understand that he wants to eat the whole rabbit banquet. Is it necessarily related to withholding Weici's salary?

It's June now, with plenty of grass and rabbits jumping everywhere.

Looking carefully, even the waste wood of archery like Liu Zhao hit one by mistake.

Two hundred guards went to catch it together, but they caught more than 50 rabbits in half an hour.

Liu Zhao muttered and said, "even if you open your stomach, you can't finish so much..."

Jiang Pengji asked someone to roast rabbits. She and Liu Zhao left five of them, and the others were divided.

"There are so many rabbits in Chongzhou border grassland. There should be more in Northern Xinjiang."

Jiang Pengji chewed the rabbit leg, looked at the direction of Northern Xinjiang, smiled and narrowed her eyes.

"Sure, the rich pasture is in the north of Xinjiang, which attracts these little rabbits more."

Liu Zhao is still dressed up as a noble childe. When eating rabbit meat, he has to take out the exquisite silver he carries with him, and the plate he uses is still transparent jade. Liu she scolded him more than once for his extravagance. She was glad to have a close sister to protect him and his childhood was full of happiness.

"Really -"

Jiang Pengji smiled meaningfully.

Liu Zhao trembled and cut several pieces of rabbit meat with a knife, evenly smeared with spices, strung them up and roasted oil. The smell was filled with fragrance.

"Sister, honor your old rabbit."

"It doesn't hurt you in vain."

After the roast rabbit, Jiang Pengji and others returned to the barracks.

After three or four years of development, Northern Xinjiang gradually recovered from the attack of horse plague, and the major horse farms began to produce war horses.

Within three years, they will have the capital to wave their troops to the Central Plains.

Jiang Pengji wants to take advantage of the opportunity that Northern Xinjiang has not breathed, and press them on the grassland first.

Dongqing has been fragmented, and all princes support their troops and stand on their own. Northern Xinjiang is not without the strength to enter the Central Plains.

However, as long as Jiang Pengji is in one day, they can only dream.

Jiang Pengji stepped into the main account, facing the humanity around her, "quickly call the two military teachers and say they have something important to discuss."