At the end of the twelfth lunar month of the first year of Kaixi, Cao Xuan led his people back to Sichuan and Shu to report his duties to Wu Xi.

Before the troops passed, you could feel the atmosphere of the Song court's northern expedition. Even if the people in the border border of Jin were willing to rebel against the Jin and return to the Song Dynasty, their emotions were high and it was difficult to hide them. They mentioned Wu Xi's generals by chance, and admired and admired him in words.

The morale of the military and civilians of the Southern Song Dynasty can be imagined.

"The Wu family's reputation is really famous." Cao Xuanxin knew very well that the reason why Wu Xi was so popular was completely embraced by his grandfather. In the hearts of the people of Sichuan and Shaanxi, Wu Jie, Wu Lin, Wu Gong, and Wu Ting were sacred and inviolable. When they heard that Wu Xi was not far away, the people naturally wanted and the morale of the army was gathered.

For this Kaixi Northern Expedition, Han Tuozhou relaxed the party ban four years ago, and used both kindness and power to win people's hearts. He began to build warships three years ago, rectified various official troops two years ago, built temples for Han Shizhong, and conferred Yue Fei as king. Last year, the Yanpu Navy was established and the Xiangyang cavalry was added. Wu Xi, as a close political ally of Han Tuozhou, went to serve as the governor of Xingzhou after Guo Gao's death, and was also the key chess piece that Han Tuozhou set up on the Jinxi front. Part of the reason why Han Tuozhou chose Wu Xi was necessarily because of this prestige and call.

"The Prime Minister has already had the intention of expedition in the Northern Expedition, but he is really too hasty." Cao Xuan and Lin Qian had the same view. In addition to wanting to "establish great fame and fortune to strengthen oneself", Han Tuozhou launched the Northern Expedition, but he did smell the internal and external troubles of the Jin Dynasty. On the one hand, the Jin Dynasty has often been stalemate with the Allies in recent years, and on the other hand, it has declined sharply internally and the northern border is uneasy. Han Tuozhou was not confused when he judged the situation, but he ignored the corruption of the official army itself, and he did not know how strong Mongolia was.

"This battle was at least ten years earlier." Cao Xuan sighed and frowned.

When they enter the Song territory, all the towns passing by along the way will be filled with people slaughtering pigs and sheep, lanterns and colorful flowers, and welcome them together.

"It's the people of Wu Dutong!" "Generals, take us back as soon as possible!" Cao Xuan and others thought they were well-informed to welcome their triumphant success, but unexpectedly learned that they were just seeing the official army's banner and were excited to come forward to reward Wu Dutong's subordinates.

When a group of people see them, they feel like they see a kind father and mother, surrounded by the front and back, especially the old man, tears flowing.

"The reputation is stronger than real, but it is not so." Qin Feng was inevitably surprised. Looking at the lively and abundant scene in front of him, he realized that Wu Xi was even more popular than he thought.

Deputy General Cao Xuan, who stayed in the Kuangdao Valley, traveled thousands of miles to meet, and at the same time brought them Wu Xi's emergency order - Wu Xi instructed Cao Xuan not to go back to the valley, but to go directly to the border to garrison on behalf of the official army. Cao Xuan received the order and asked the deputy general about the military and political situation in Sichuan and Shu in the past few months, and learned that Wu Xi was indeed busy building momentum. He made great efforts like him. One was to lead civil servants and generals to visit the "Yili Temple" and sacrifice to his grandfather to declare his ambitions. The second was to step up training to inspire morale. The third was to manage spies and show them the corpses to the public. The fourth was to counter-essay Jin Dynasty and recruit border citizens.

"It would be fine if it was just like this, but..." When the deputy general said, he smiled bitterly, "The general of the Wu Dutong caught a spy on the border. He has been making a big fuss about this matter for several days. Seeing that the people praised Wu Dutong's ability and actions, the group of people who relied on the Wu family to make a living did not stop, and even wrote articles to praise him, gradually praising him as the "first person in the Northern Expedition to Resist the Jin Dynasty". The famous scholars and the masses followed the crowd."

"He is so embarrassed..." Qin Feng smiled.

"After all, he has been suppressed for too long and can finally make his mark with the east wind of the Northern Expedition." Cao Xuan sighed out of understanding.

"The rebel army in Gu Nei is most likely not convinced?" Qin Feng smiled, with a little concern.

"Of course there are people who disdain, including Su Jianxue and Guo Gao's old subordinates. After all, everyone sees how much Wu Dutong has done. However, if they don't agree, they will be ridiculed by the Wu army. After a while, they will inevitably be rubbed." The deputy general had the most real attitude in front of Cao Xuan. Even if he was from the official army, he was biased towards the Allied army. It can be seen that Su Guo Guo's old subordinates had already merged with the Allied army. "There are too many people who praise me and flatter. It is said that the three words Wu Dutong represent the anti-Jin. Who dares to question him is to fight against Jin. It is really difficult to convince the public in this way."

"In this way, there is another rift in the valley." Qin Feng speculated. Often, one view is thrown out, and there are always some supporters and some oppositions. However, when one side attempts to occupy the moral commanding heights and kidnap the opposite side, it will inevitably cause disgust and rebound.

Cao Xuan also frowned, which fundamentally hurt his principle of integrating the official army and the rebel army.

In recent years, Wu Xi has been obedient to Cao Xuan, but in order to support Longshan, he had to leave, and in order to support Longshan, he had to surrender the Su family. Wu Xi's nature has been revealed after only a few months. Feng Mingjian, who temporarily took over the three armies in the valley, has always helped Lin Qian mediate or mediate to the outside world. After all, they are all representatives of the rebels and their relationship with the Wu army is not as close as Cao Xuan.

"The two sides are quarreling, and it is inevitable that the peace in the valley will be disrupted. The neutral forces have become suspicious and asked how the spy was caught by the Wu army. They also thought that the spy was sent by the Jin people on purpose, which was beneficial to the Short Knife Valley, but in fact they wanted to disrupt our Short Knife Valley." The deputy general said that Wu Xi was indeed a traitor. "Sir, Wu Dutong had been caught by Wanyan Yonglian's people before, would it be..."

"Some people suspect that Wu Dutong had a different intention and had collusion with the Jin people?" Qin Feng asked.

"It's not necessarily true that you are uneasy." Cao Xuan shook his head. With his understanding of Wu Xi, he would not help the Jin people to disrupt Shu. However, this move was really about doing something to cater to the public but brought private goods.

"With Tianjiao and Feng Mingjian in charge, Wu Xi only dares to make small moves, but he must also prevent the problem from escalating. It would be better to be able to unite and unite one's heart." After the deputy general retreated, Qin Feng said to Cao Xuan.

"We need to discuss with the lord as soon as possible, find someone to station in Xihe on my behalf, and help me return to the Short Dao Valley." Cao Xuan whispered, and Qin Feng nodded: "No one except the general, can capture Wu Xi's muscle acupoint."

After Qin Feng also left, Cao Xuan walked alone in the backyard of the inn alone, and soon he was about to return to the battlefield. He felt mixed emotions.

The court's northern expedition was too hasty after all... It would be great if Cao Xuan had time to be relaxed and integrate the Wu family's official army and the Allied army like saving the Su family's official army.

The laughter and joy were getting closer and closer, and Cao Xuan returned to his senses and followed the sound to search. The wintersweets in the garden were blooming just white and flawlessly, and Mu Han's pretty and lovely face was reflected behind the branches and leaves.

At this moment, she was teasing four or five children with Tangxi to recite poems. Her carefree look made Cao Xuan throw his worries out when he saw it.

"The world of eternal powers, heroes are found in Sun Zhong's plan, dance pavilions and singing platforms, the romantic flow is always blown away by the rain and wind."

"The setting sun, grass and trees, ordinary alleys, human beings once lived. I remember that when I was a god, I was so angry that I was like a tiger."

"Yuanjia hasti grass, sealed the wolf's servants, and won the big hunting north. Forty-three years, I still remember the beacons of Yangzhou Road."

"I'm wrong, I'm memorizing it wrong, I missed a sentence." "Yes, I'm not memorizing the last sentence yet!" "Who asked, Lian Po is old, can he still earn money?"

The children began to argue, blushing.

They may not understand the meaning at all, but just recite the rhythm in a dialect, but they may never forget what they remember at this age.

Cao Xuan has never heard of this poem, but it should be a new one. The poem is so lofty, combining nostalgia, worrying about the world, and expressing one's aspirations, must be written by everyone.

"Whose work is this?" Cao Xuan stepped forward and asked.

"Xin Jiaxuan!" The children spoke in unison.

"Ah..." Cao Xuan should have thought it was him, his style was heroic and sad, and he could not help but repeat a few sentences: "Good words, good words, the romantic words are always blown away by the rain and wind..."

"It's a pity that my father doesn't allow him to sing!" "Because Lord Wu doesn't allow him to sing." "Yes, yes!" The children complained without saying a word.

"Why?" Cao Xuan was stunned, and the children could not give a reason. Cao Xuan looked back on the whole poem, realized something, shook his head and smiled.

"Entertainment Father, why?" Mu Han came forward and ate the remaining sugar.

"Because it doesn't fit their thoughts, they feel it's unlucky." Cao Xuan said.

"So what? The words are well written, but they spread." Mu Han smiled innocently.

In recent years, all the officials who were in charge of war were famous, such as Ye Shi, Xin Qiji, Lu You, etc. Among them, Xin Qiji was appointed as the pacification envoy in eastern Zhejiang. Logically speaking, Xin Qiji should be as excited and radical as the court.

Cao Xuan couldn't help but feel reverence for Xin Qiji in his heart - although he was not in the world, he saw it as calm and clear as them.

The tip of my nose became cold, and at some point, winter snow had already risen in the sky, and it was still a bit chilly when I stood outdoors.

"Go back." Cao Xuan patted Mu Han's head.

Mu Han also looked up at the snow above his head and said, "What a beautiful snow! It's like Brother Song's jade dragon sword."

"What, do you want to go back to the Short Knife Valley?" Cao Xuan smiled docilely.

"Aren't you going back to the Short Knife Valley?" Mu Han was shocked.

"I will go back eventually." Cao Xuan stopped, took Xu Yuxue and said seriously.

At this moment, it should be snowing everywhere in Sichuan and Sichuan, but it is just quiet and moving, urgent and slow.

Say

In the first month of the second year of Kaixi, Daogu.

After the snow stopped, the surrounding area of ​​Kuailiu Bridge was crowded with people and business was busy.

Because Wu Jiapi was sick and fever recently, Feng Mingjian, who was already busy with trouble, had to take time out to care about him, so he was naturally worried. The doctors cursed Feng Mingjian while cursing, and the doctors were scared away one after another. Feng Mingjian kept saying that he hated the brat more and more: "If it weren't for a little conscience, he would have thrown him away long ago!"

After a morning of business and private affairs, Feng Mingjian was able to take a break from Fan Tieqiao to drink a sip of wine. On the way, he met Han Zeye, who had retreated from the front line of Longshan to recuperate. Feng Mingjian said that he would bring him to the teahouse to drink with him. Han Zeye did not drink wine, but only tasted tea.

"What's the point of not drinking? I'm afraid the injury will not heal? No, the lord has always drunk with the injury, but he didn't know how to see him." Feng Mingjian nodded and greeted the teahouse owner Fan Tieqiao. Fan Tieqiao knew to keep pace with the times. He used to only sell tea, but now he has wine and food.

Han Zeye shook his head and declined: "Wine will promote poisonous attacks."

Feng Mingjian was speechless, and then he realized that he had retreated to the second line because of poisonous attacks. He couldn't help but feel a pity and sighed: "Whether it is good, tea has the fragrance of tea and the benefits of tea."

Han Zeye looked at the strong wine in his hand: "This thing has never been drunk in half a lifetime. People say that when you get drunk, why should General Feng Wuchou drink it?"

"I'm not worried?" Feng Mingjian laughed loudly, lowered his head and opened it to Han Zeye, "I'm so worried, look, my white hair is coming out!"

"Uncle Feng, what can you worry about?" Yang Ruoxi and another girl came from outside the teahouse. Ruoxi was introverted and did not like to say hello to others. At this moment, the other person was naturally smiling.

The girl was originally Hua Ziyu, a young girl from the Huajia Quanhua side of Hunan Province. She entered the valley a few years ago and learned how to take care of injuries with Xier, and replaced the former positions of Yuze, Yuhong and Wang Baoer. Ziyu's appearance made up for the loneliness of Xier in Muhan, Xiaoqi and others after leaving Sichuan and Sichuan, so Xier quickly became Ziyu's small follower.

"What's wrong with me? Of course it's that Wu Jiapi!" Feng Mingjian didn't make any noise, and he wanted to pour out his bad words. He was suddenly stunned, "Ziyu, Xier, you two are lazy! When I tell the Italian doctor, I will tell her to deal with you."

Hua Ziyu smiled and hugged Feng Mingjian: "Kill Uncle Feng to silence him!"

Feng Mingjian was almost strangled to death, and he was afraid of feminism again: "Hua Ziyu! How do you care for such a crazy temperament? Let go! Look at Xier is so quiet, not like you... Let go! My reputation is so important, and men and women don't get along with each other!"

Han Zeye smiled quietly and said nothing.

Fan Tieqiao passed by and interrupted, "It's not that Italian doctors will punish people. Female doctors are good, they have a thousand times gentler than Fan Jing." After that, they turned red. The Italian doctor was the doctor Yibing, who had long been second only to Fan Jing's medical skills. He was nearly fifty years old and kind-hearted. When he was in the valley, Lin Qian always entrusted Yin'er to her.

Xier has always been reserved. Seeing Han Zeye here, she didn't dare to raise her face. She remembered something and leaned over to ask Feng Mingjian: "Uncle Feng, where is that Wu Jiapi? The Italian doctor said he was sick. If you leave him alone at home, aren't you afraid that something will happen to him?"

"No, no, no, no," Feng Mingjian lowered his voice, "I tied his hands and feet firmly into the room, and he couldn't move, so what could happen."

"What I asked about is not an accident..." Xier's face looked like a mortal, and Ziyu's expression changed when she heard this: "Uncle Feng, you are abused by a child!"

"What can I do? I haven't drunk for a long time. He comes over to drink when he smells the wine. Of course I have to come out and steal..." Feng Mingjian made various reasons.

Hua Ziyu sighed bitterly: "Wu Jiapi is really pitiful. Mom doesn't want him, and she meets such an unlucky father again."

Han Zeye was stunned, thinking that he hadn't been tied to the room since he was a child...

There was a loud noise, and it was really deafening. The mountain was shaking. Even Feng Han Hua Yang and his men were shaking heavily. Feng Mingjian was still drinking and suddenly his legs trembled, his face was pale. He stood up and ran out with a whisper: "Not good! Wu Jiapi!"

He couldn't stop him, and there was still a flash of smoke left. Han Zeye smiled and continued to taste tea: "Don't panic, it's not in that direction."

Xier admired his calmness, wanted to ask, but didn't dare to speak. Hua Ziyu saw her feelings and asked for her with a smile: "Do you know where General Han knows?"

Han Zeye pointed to one place: "It should be an avalanche on the mountain, but it doesn't matter. The poor mountain is steep and there are no buildings, so there will be no casualties..."

Ziyu and Xier saw that the direction of his finger was fast-slide bridge, and they were both shocked and stood up: "What?!" Someone over there was a panic running over: "Oh no, something big happened, the bridge was about to collapse, and there were several people on the bridge!"

Xier was very anxious and lost her sense of duty: "Oh no, Sister Lanshan!"

Han Zeye's heart trembled: "Why do you walk around the bridge quickly?"

Say

Near the accident site, a large number of people were surrounded by black people. Shi Zhongyong stood in the center with a gloomy face and said nothing, which was a sign of the storm coming.

Several soldiers who were slightly injured basically wiped their arms and legs, but they were still scared when they remembered the avalanche just now. Ziyu tried to look at the bottom of the valley but was dizzy and almost fell down. Fortunately, Xier was about to hold on. The quick-slide bridge was shattered at the bottom of the thousand-foot cliff, and the light was gone.

"Shitou, Song Heng and Lanshan are looking for it!" Chen Jing walked up to Shi Zhongyong with a happy face, "After all, no one died!"

Looking in the sound, Han Zeye finally understood that he was late again. How many times can a love be late? After leaving Song Xian, it was Song Heng again...
To be continued...