Fairy, Please Let Me Explain

After losing the oil lamp as the only light source, only the ray of white moonlight shining through the window lattice remained in the slightly cramped guest room.

The woven mat made of bluegrass reflected the moonlight, and the girl from the Western Region spoke with a touch of uncertainty:

"As far as I know, that person should have died in that holy war."

"Jihad."

Hearing this term, Xu Yuan reacted for a moment, then laughed dumbly and said: "Are you talking about the Tatar-Chao Rebellion? This is indeed the case in historical records, but a person's life and death can be faked."

Jia Yi’s rippling blue eyes were quiet:

"Life and death can be faked, but he died in front of the military formation back then. There are so many strong men and so many sergeants, how can they fake it in front of everyone?"

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Xu Yuan subconsciously looked at Li Junwu.

Regarding the Tartar-Chao Rebellion, he only read the general outline in the Brief History of the Prime Minister's Office.

The throne changed and the political situation was turbulent - Tarchao took the opportunity to invade - the Zhenxi Army pretended to be defeated and retreated - the sect was forced to defend the country's gate - the border troops entered the scene to eliminate - the late King Tarchao died in battle.

Nalanting's death marked the end of the Tachao Rebellion.

But Xu Yuan didn't know the details of how he died. After all, nearly fifty years had passed.

However, just because he doesn't understand it doesn't mean that this nice breasted brother doesn't understand it.

Zhenxifu has been guarding the pass for hundreds of years, and he was an out-and-out witness to the Tatar-Chao Revolution.

Seeing Xu Yuan's gaze, Li Junwu stood up silently with his coat on, walked to the bed with his long white legs, took the rice paper from Jia Yi's hand, glanced at it, and whispered:

"I thought who you were talking about, but it turned out to be Nalan Ting."

Xu Yuan thought for a moment and whispered:

"Historical records state that the Marquis of Zhenxi personally beheaded Nalan Ting, the late King of Tartar and Chao, but in fact he was still alive."

Li Junwu threw the rice paper back on the bed, crossed his hands across his chest, and said disdainfully:

"I don't know whether he is alive or not, but the person who killed him was not my father."

"Huh? What do you say?" Xu Yuan asked.

The light was dim, and the woman wearing a brocade robe had a tall and graceful figure, her slender eyes narrowed slightly:

"Nalan Ting died in Qianji Pass, which is now Zhenxi Fucheng, and my old man was at Jingxing Pass to eliminate the remaining members of the sect. However, both the merits and the blame need to be shouldered by a worthy person. That’s all.”

"The blame?" Xu Yuan was a little surprised.

"It seems that you really don't know the inside story at all."

Li Junwu flipped his long black hair in front of him and asked in a clear voice: "How much do you know about the Tachao Rebellion?"

Xu Yuan kept his story short and said:

"Your Majesty withdrew the border troops, and the sect was forced to guard the country's gate. Later, the imperial court picked peaches."

Li Junwu tilted his head and thought for a while, then explained in a faint tone:

"That's generally true. On the bright side, we, Dayan, did win that war.

"The invading Tachao people not only suffered heavy losses, but also lost their own king in our Dayan territory. In this battle alone, no one will dare to invade our Dayan border for the next thirty years, but in fact the real winner is It’s the Tarchao royal court whose vitality is severely damaged.”

Speaking of this, she paused slightly, with a smile of unknown meaning on her lips:

"But if I have to say it, my family is the only winner besides Tachao. After all, after that war, my family became the only one in Xizezhou. Both the imperial court and the sect were wiped out."

Xu Yuan frowned and squinted his eyes:

"The imperial court was also abolished?"

Li Junwu smiled and nodded, raised three slender fingers towards Xu Yuan, and said:

"During the Tarchao Rebellion, Dayan's army in Xizezhou was divided into three groups: our Zhenxi Army, the Zongmen Alliance Army, and the Imperial Border Army."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise:

"And there are imperial border troops?"

"yes."

Li Junwu's voice was rustling as he sat down next to Xu Yuan, lowered his head, and caressed his clothes: "But the imperial border troops were directly demobilized during that war."

Xu Yuan responded quickly:

"Is this the scapegoat you mentioned earlier?"

"uh-huh."

Li Junwu shrugged, looked sideways and smiled: "After defeating the Tarchao Royal Court in the frontal battlefield, our Yan Army began to conquer the lost territory, and the division of labor was also very clear. My old man was responsible for liquidating the remnants of the sect in Xizezhou, while the royal family was Responsible for chasing the retreating Tachao people.

“Up to this point, everything was still going according to Di’an’s strategy.

"But problems soon arose.

"But when the person in charge of the royal family was blocking the Tachao people's retreat, they were caught off guard by Nalan Ting's offer of life."

Speaking of this, Li Junwu sighed softly and said in a faint tone:

"But it's not actually the fault of the person in charge of the royal family who is greedy for credit. After all, who would have thought that Nalan Ting would choose to trade his life with him when there was a way out?

"In that encounter, although Nalanting was killed on the spot, he caused heavy losses to the royal family's frontier army before his death, creating a time lag of about half a month for the remaining Tachao army. Withdraw from Xizezhou."

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After listening carefully, Xu Yuan showed a strange expression and whispered:

"This shouldn't be a big failure, right? Why would the Holy Spirit go to such trouble to find someone to take the blame?"

Li Junwu snorted lightly and glanced at the desert goddess beside him:

"Jiayi, it's up to you to say this. You should know better than this girl."

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When Xu Yuan heard this, he cast a questioning look at the girl from the Western Region on the bed.

Jia Yi lowered his eyes, hesitated for a while, and then said:

"It should be because of the personnel and supplies."

Xu Yuan's fingertips lightly touched the mat under him, feeling the coolness on it:

"People and supplies?"

A hint of complexity flashed through Jia Yi's green eyes, and a crisp sound like a silver bell sounded in the dark and silent guest room:

"The late king is a very far-sighted person. He knew from the beginning that even if we Tachao people invaded the pass in the early stage, as soon as you started to raise your stakes, this war would be doomed to fail."

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If you want the ant to devour the elephant, then you have to have the right time, place and people to gather together.

Fifty years ago, although Dayan's internal affairs were as rotten as they were at the end of his previous life, he still had plenty of martial virtue.

The fertile soil of the Central Plains made Dayan almost have a generational difference in combat power against the surrounding foreign races.

Even if the situation changes, it will be the local forces in the Central Plains who will fight the civil war first, and it will not be the turn of the surrounding foreign races to intervene.

Nalan Ting, the ancestor of Tartar and Chao, was indeed sober.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan probably guessed Nalan Tingguo's original choice, and the next words of the girl from the Western Region on the bed confirmed this point:

"So from the moment we entered the pass, he has been sending people to collect various craftsmen, various production equipment, various minerals and other materials in Dayan. By the end of the war, the late king had already occupied most of the entire Western Ze All supplies in the continent have been hoarded in this town, Xifu City.”

Sure enough, we are preparing for the next war.

With a murmur in his heart, Xu Yuan asked in a low voice:

"But why are they hoarded in this town, Xifu City, and not sent directly to the West Desert?"

Jia Yi glanced at Xu Yuan faintly:

"We can't transport it, there are too many supplies."

"."Xu Yuan.

No wonder when he first read the brief history, he described post-war Nishizawa as being full of waste and waiting for things to be done.

Jia Yi pursed her lips slightly and continued:

"Before the soldiers and horses arrive, food and grass go first. Transporting food, grass and baggage for the army takes up a lot of monsters and carriages. Even though the late king prepared for a long time in advance, he can't transport this massive amount of materials at all. We can only wait until the time of the squadron to let the soldiers and The grain and baggage were transported together with carriages and horses.”

After listening carefully, Li Junwu chuckled and said:

"It's basically what Jia Yi said. The Holy Emperor first came to power in the 95th year, and his foundation was unstable. He couldn't withstand such a failure, so he made a deal with my father."

"Let your father take the responsibility?"

"right."

"But the failure of this kind of battle should be commanded by a named general. Even if it fails, it will be difficult to hold the emperor accountable."

"What if the person in charge of the royal family is the current crown prince? And he is the crown prince sent by the Holy One against all opinions."

"."Xu Yuan.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Li Yucheng, the prince, was in such an awkward position, and why Li Yaoxuan was now ready to support Li Zhaoyuan.

Thinking from Li Yaoxuan's perspective, the next emperor must be able to be both civil and military.

And the prince Li Yucheng made such a big move as soon as his father came to power. No matter how hard he thought, it was impossible to hand over the throne to him.

Li Junwu didn't know what Xu Yuan was thinking, so he continued to say softly:

"After the war, we will do a little work. We will cross out the name of the person in charge of the royal family, and then integrate the remaining soldiers into my father's command, and the deal will be completed."

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After saying this, Xu Yuan gathered his thoughts and sighed:

"So, Nalan Ting exchanged most of Xizezhou's vitality at the cost of his life."

Halfway through, Xu Yuan subconsciously looked back at Jia Yi, with a strange look in his eyes.

A big state must have mountains of supplies, but there are actually many ways to transport them away.

It is not impossible in this world to force tens of millions of people to do corvee work.

Although many, many people will die, as long as this is done, these materials can be sent back to the desert even by manpower alone.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan frowned and asked:

"That's not right. When the Tatar and Chao people entered the customs, they didn't conscript the people of Xizezhou into corvee service?"

Li Junwu pondered for a while and sighed:

"After Nalanting broke through, it really didn't harm the people of Xizezhou. I don't know the specific reason."

After saying that, she glanced at the girl from the Western Region, but Jia Yi just shook her head.

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This detail he noticed made Xu Yuan a little confused.

He did not understand the motives of the Tartar Chao king who had such strict military discipline.

You must know that in this era, to these nomadic peoples, the people of other countries are like two-legged sheep.

After a moment of silence, when he caught a glimpse of the portrait on the rice paper, Xu Yuan's pupils suddenly shrank, he rubbed his eyebrows, with a hint of hesitation on his expression, and murmured:

"It can't be because of that. Is it a coincidence or a conspiracy? If it's a conspiracy, Nalan Ting's vision must be too far."

Li Junwu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, reached out and patted Xu Yuan on the back, and said angrily:

"What are you muttering about? Have you guessed Nalan Ting's purpose?"

"Um"

Xu Yuan smacked his lips in pain and glared at the good-breasted brother. He glanced at Jia Yi who was standing aside and also cast a curious look, so he muttered to her:

"I probably guessed it."

"What is it?"

"Nalanting's purpose in doing this should be to prepare for surrender."

"nonsense!"

Hearing this, Jia Yi’s eyebrows instantly stood up, like a Persian cat with fried hair:

"The late king can never be this kind of person!"

“.”

In “Cangyuan”, the Goddess of the Desert respected Nalan Ting very much. This former king of Tartar Chao seemed to be the ancestor she respected.

Therefore, Xu Yuan was not surprised by her reaction. He smiled and asked:

"Then can you explain why he would rather die than create ethnic hatred in the Great Yan territory?"

"The death of the previous king was to use his body as medicine to cure the thousand-year-old evils of the Tartars."

Jia Yi narrowed her beautiful eyes and quickly retorted: "If we didn't do this at the time, all the plans would have been in vain, and the massive amounts of materials and equipment we seized would have been left in the Great Yan territory."

Xu Yuan shook his head and raised his index and middle fingers:

"These are the two paths he left for you. One is to use the heavy weapons of the Yan Dynasty to attack Yan and seek the world."

As he said,

Xu Yuan turned around, curled his legs on the bed, and looked directly at the other party's pupils as gorgeous as emeralds:

"It's a pity that the first path that Nalan Ting sought for the sky has been taken away by you descendants. In the thirty years when you Tartars did not invade the borders of the Great Yan, you should have been fighting among yourselves, right?"

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Jia Yi's green pupils shook slightly and looked away.

The vast amount of materials that the former king exchanged for his life were transported to the depths of the desert. What followed was not the restoration of the country, but a series of internal fights and wars between the clans over the successor of the former king.

Even with those captured Great Yan heavy weapons and those famous craftsmen, in the past fifty years, although the Tatars have become much stronger, they are far from the prosperous scene that the former king wanted to see.

"It seems that I was right."

Xu Yuan looked at the girl's expression, smiled and closed his middle finger, and gently tapped the ruby ​​pendant on her chest with his index finger:

"Nalan Ting has also calculated the unsatisfactory of you descendants, so he has left you a second way, to survive by compromise and integration. And if you want to take this second way, then he can no longer create blood feuds between ethnic groups in the Great Yan.

"Otherwise, the ending left for you Tatars will only be the same as the current fate of the northern barbarians. "

After the words fell, the room fell into a deep silence like the deep sea.

After an unknown amount of time, on the dim bed, the voice of the girl from the Western Regions slowly sounded:

"You mean those people came with the heart of the former king in order to secretly seize control of the Tartar Chao royal court in the name of Linlang?"

"Yes."

"In other words, the former king reached a cooperation with them?"

"It is very likely."

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Jia Yi pondered for a moment, nodded slightly, and made a quick decision:

"I know, I will give you a token to bring Linlang into the city."

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Li Junwu smiled slightly when he heard the words, and when he was about to say something teasing, his brows unconsciously tightened slightly.

Because, she caught a glimpse of Xu Yuan's deep and indifferent expression from the corner of her eye.

Xu Yuan looked at Jia Yi and smiled:

"Of course, but I need to remind you that you should be prepared not to have the idea of ​​cooperating with the sect. "

"." Jia Yi frowned in confusion.

Xu Yuan ignored her expression.

As one of the world bosses of "Cangyuan", although Jia Yi is still young, her talent must be top-notch.

It is obviously unrealistic to expect this woman to follow Li Junwu with a love brain.

She must be familiar with the current situation in Ximo, and she must also know who is the most powerful in Dayan.

Cooperation with them is cooperation, and cooperation with the sect is also cooperation.

Under the gaze of the girl, Xu Yuan maintained a smiling expression and said softly:

"As a hero who can see the direction of the next few decades, Nalan Ting will definitely leave arrangements after his "death", but your Tartar Chao will eventually become chaotic, and the chaos will last for thirty years. "

Jia Yi frowned and whispered:

"What do you mean by this?"

Xu Yuan shrugged and smiled with his eyes bent:

"I just want to remind you that there are more heroes in this world than just your predecessor, and not everyone will act according to his design. "

After that,

Xu Yuan took off his boots and got on the bed, while pulling a pillow over to lie down, looking at her green eyes with his side eyes, and said casually:

"You can think about my words carefully, there is still a long time before the city opens at dawn, little sister of the goddess~"