Martial Sage

Seeing Di Renjie's stubborn answer, Tang Hao didn't know how to evaluate the student own. The intelligence and ingenuity were all superb. His only regret was his inadequate grasp of people's hearts.

Going to the academy, it might be better to be with my peers, after all, my family is too yin.

No matter what happens outside, spring ploughing and autumn harvest are always the top priority. When everything recovers, the hearts of the people are also recovered. Under the dripping eaves, when the small hole ticked again. Hou Junji sent 10,000 troops from Yinshan Mountain to entrap the grassland, and the report of the nine tribes of Zhaowu and 100,000 soldiers returned to the capital.

At the same time, Zhang Jian and Qifu joined forces. They took advantage of the Silla civil strife to advance and pushed the front to the bank of the Nakdong River in one fell swoop. If it weren't for the spring weather, Qifu would definitely push the front forward. .

The Royal City was restored, but the waterways were also sealed. The local general wanted to learn from Tang Hao, and there was no possibility of burning down the old city. The original blue city wall was still completely dark after two years of repairs.

The Tang family caravan set out to the north to collect ginseng and mink.

Looking at the huge sun clock in Chang'an City, Tang Hao suddenly thought, Life and death, life and death, trust and loyalty, deceit and betrayal, true and false, false and true, to see through all of this requires great wisdom , Also requires real trust.

Seeing things through, and winning the final victory with one's toughest nerves, but the price behind this victory is too heavy.

The long-term victories have made Datang people accustomed to the constant news of good news. The number of enemies killed at the border is just a bunch of boring numbers. Only a truckload of golden treasures sent to Chang'an can arouse their desire to watch.

In the current Datang, even one family dared to reclaim the most fertile land on the grassland. This is not a legend. Since the farmhouse in the reclamation area inexplicably killed the three families, the furious Datang frontier army was within a radius of a hundred miles. Inside has created appalling killings.

The nine surnames of Zhaowu have become legends. Hou Junji sent a mountain of treasures, but there was no corresponding population, not even a royal family. The ceremonial officer of Hongyou Temple wanted to make up a royal team enough to interpret "Qin Wang's Breaking the Formation", but found that there was nothing. The royal family was sent in and was greatly disappointed.

The ceremonial officer had to plead with the generals, and be sure to leave him a few people when he goes out on the expedition. When worshipping the ancestors, if it can be performed in the Taimiao Temple, it would be truly glorious.

Guanzhong has become more and more crowded. I don't know if it is because there are too many people born in recent years, or Qinling always runs out of a group of people looking for government offices, hoping to get them registered.

The officials in Lantian County were both happy and sad. When these extremely poor people were wearing torn clothes and knelt down at his county office, he could even find several old acquaintances from the group of people like Hungry Ghosts.

The earliest fugitives can even be traced back to the Daye years. I don't know how these people rush to eat with wild beasts in the mountains. Regardless of whether there is land or not, the emperor thinks that he has lay down enough territory for the people to farm. If necessary, he feels that he can still take up the sword and continue to expand.

With a decree, all the guilt of those fugitives was relieved. While all the fugitives were weeping and thanking His Majesty for his kindness, the Lantian county magistrate was secretly worried while watching the scarce land.

At this time, Datang was like a giant, taking his own footsteps on the ground, and nothing could hold his footsteps. The disappearance of the nine surnames of Zhaowu has caused the whole world to shut its mouth, and all the surrounding countries are tremblingly waiting for the monarch of the Tang Dynasty to become benevolent.

Qiuci’s new music has appeared in Chang'an in an endless stream, and the theater in Xinghuafang performs different repertoires all night long every day.

Xinghuafang, where the pear blossoms are in bloom, was originally the most beautiful moment. The tourist and maid wandered among the floating pear blossoms under the oil-paper umbrellas that had prospered from an unknown time.

Xiao Wu, wearing a men’s riding attire, is of course unhappy. Di Renjie has already participated in the college entrance examination, but the master sent himself to Xinghuafang to watch the dance drama. He also said that a girl should look like a girl. There is no need to talk to a group of boys. Huddled together.

There are no female students in the academy until now, Xiao Wu is a little beauty, and blind people can see it. She was a beautiful woman, and the master was reluctant to send you into the wolf pack. Later, she followed her in the backyard and learned how to housekeeper or embroider is a serious matter.

"Master is a lie, I've been standing here for so long, none of those stupid women think I'm a girl. All the glaring eyes have to be turned over. Such a fool is also worthy of being a woman?"

Xiao Wu whispered and pulled the last pear flower off the branch and threw it away. I found the most beautiful woman, walked to her, pushed the maid away, held the silly little lady, and kissed the little lady's pink cheek fiercely.

Then she bit her earlobe and whispered: "You will be mine from now on."

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