Royal Road

In the hall, the brocade and fur were like piles, the charcoal stove was warm, and a few men in Chinese clothes sat around the table, just like an ordinary high door. However, the dishes in front of them were not rare vegetables in winter, but large pieces of lamb bones placed on a silver plate. The lamb that has just been removed from the rack is grilled with shiny oil and a fragrant smell, which makes one's index finger move just by looking at it. It's a pity that the bones are too big and can't be enjoyed with the ivory chopsticks and silver spoons in front of them. If you want to eat the meat into your mouth, you can only use your hands.

After a short silence, the man sitting on his left laughed and stretched out his hand to grab the lamb bone: "Good lamb roasted by Xiangguo!"

As he said, he opened his mouth and bit, and a large piece of lamb fell off the bone and was rolled into his mouth. The grease slid down the beard and dripped onto the gorgeous brocade robe.

Another younger man on the right hand smiled, drew a silver dagger from his waist, swiped it gently, sliced ​​a piece of tender meat, and gave it to his mouth, chewed gently, and the man smiled. : "Suckling sheep in winter is also rare, Xiangguo has bothered."

On the main seat, the old man with white beard and hair stretched out his hand, tore a piece of mutton and put it in the wheat and rice, grabbed it twice, and put it into a ball, and put it into his mouth. The lamb is fresh and tender, and the wheat and rice are sweet, even if the teeth are loose, it can be chewed easily. The old man ate up a ball of rice unhurriedly, and then said: "In the past, I used a spoon and chopsticks, but I didn't feel very happy. Such a good sheep should be eaten in this way."

This is how the Huns eat. Sitting in the big tent, grabbing rice with bare hands, cutting the meat with a knife, and only in this way can you eat heartily. However, everyone here is dressed like a Han. The robe has wide sleeves, the bun is high, and even the beard is neatly trimmed. Wearing a Chinese dress, the food looks vulgar, unspeakable weird.

"Hahaha!" The middle-aged man who was holding the mutton with his hand laughed loudly, "Xiangguo is right. What kind of food should be eaten. If you choose the wrong thing, you can't eat it. In the mouth."

"It also depends on when the meat will be cooked, and who will eat it." Another piece of mutton was cut off, and the man on the side sneered. "The hundreds of cavalry on the left can also be defeated by the Jin army. Can they be responsible for it?"

"It's just a few hundred rebel soldiers, what can you do?" Liu Xuan's expression also became cold, "Chengping for too long, has the right part forgotten the power of the royal court?"

The Xulian Ti clan of the Xiongnu royal family has fallen, and Tu Gebu is the strongest member of the Southern Huns. As early as fifty years ago, Liu Yuan's father, Liu Bao, once united the five Huns for a short time. This caused Sima's suspicion and forced the five to split again. However, Liu Bao's fame has been passed down in the five parts. Now that Liu Yuan is in charge of the massacre, Liu Xuan has given the name of King Zuo Xian to this grand-nephew. It can be said that he is the Huns who deserves his name. The Wang Ting is the Wang Ting, no matter what the surname, one should not be taken lightly.

The man closed his mouth immediately. No matter how arrogant he was, he couldn't bear the charge.

The man next to him holding the lamb bone laughed and said, "Xiang Guoyan is serious. It's just that the trouble on the left is also an opportunity. It happened that Sima Teng was trapped in Luoyang, why not take this opportunity and send troops directly?"

Liu Xuan pondered for a moment, and slowly shook his head: "Winter is not suitable for soldiers, and Yuan Hai is still in Yecheng. If there is no big deal, how can the five be together? Today, I have a dinner for two, but it is just to be precise. Do you want to eat this sheep?"

The two glanced at each other, and the younger man smiled and said, "The generation of the yellow mouths should be divided. As long as they believe in the language of the country, the five parts will belong to the royal court."

"Goodness." Liu Xuan nodded, "If so, I hope the two will keep in mind the fate of the big account king. Things like the one on the left can't happen again. Why do you need to use cattle and sheep for extravagant things?"

These words were in the hearts of the two of them. Yes, the ancestors of the Huns have relied on swords and bows for generations, and it is simply stupid to trade cattle and sheep for wealth! Just like the 300,000 horsemen and archers of the royal court back then, wouldn't the big man also bow his head and claim the court, pay tribute and marry him?

"Xiang Guo's words are quite true! The soldiers and horses on the right are all ready, only waiting for Wang Tingjun's order."

A meal has been eaten for more than half an hour. After sending away the guests, Liu Xuan sat in front of the case and held up the tea cup. After all, he is old, and no matter how fresh and tender the lamb is, it is difficult for him to restrain him, so he can only drink more tea to get rid of mutton and greasiness.

Although the right part has been accustomed to a good life these two years, the soldiers and horses are still strong. As long as they can't stop thinking, it's enough. It is a pity that Yuanhai failed to come back during the autumn harvest, and now he can only wait for next year. When the wheat is harvested and the horse's fat grows back, it is the day when the troops are dispatched. Even if he fled, Yuan Hai had to escape back.

After closing my eyes and thinking for a moment, someone outside the door told me. It was the horse-travelers who went to Gaodu who came back.

Liu Xuan opened his eyes: "Let him in."

"Xianguo!" The confidant entered the door and said, "Gaodu's first battle is indeed as the battle report said."

These days, he carefully inspected the valley mentioned in the battle report. Although the corpses have been transported away, the traces left behind will not disappear. Just by looking at the scorched gorge and the remaining blood in the valley, it is not difficult to discern the details of the battle.

After listening to what he saw, Liu Xuan's brow furrowed even higher: "How is the situation in Gaodu City?"

"The Gaodu county magistrate has begun to take in the refugees, saying that he is going to rebuild the city wall and open up wasteland." The confidant replied.

"Accepting refugees?" This is not what the general county magistrate can do. The county magistrate of Gaodu had never heard of a good name before, but after the first battle, it was both a noble minister and a famous general. "What about Liang Mansion?"

"Liang Mansion has a gate, so subordinates really can't spy on it," said his confidant, "but I inquired about the village outside the village. It is said that Liang Mansion has also gathered many refugees in these days, in addition to Han people, there are also There are many Jie people. Everyone says that Liang Hou Renshan is the incarnation of the Buddha."

Knocked on the table with his fingertips, Liu Xuan sneered: "Is it a shelter for refugees and a big reputation. Doesn't he want to learn from Emperor Zhaolie? No problem, wait for the cowardly villain of Sima Teng to come back and watch him. How to deal with it!"

Sima Teng was so overjoyed, and he was trapped in Luoyang because of his dedication to epidemic prevention. If he returns to Bingzhou and finds that he is no longer in time, this Liang Zixi attends the Fa conference and accepts the refugees, maybe he will have a lot of thoughts. Isn't it just right to kill this upright figure with Sima's butcher knife? Lu Pingyuan could die in Sima Ying's hands, and it was not surprising that there was an extra Liang Feng.

"On the left side, send some more people over. Be sure to take care of Huyan's pulse and let them know how to measure!" Liu Xuan put down the tea cup and coughed heavily. Since the heart attack that day, his health has worsened. I only hope that this winter will pass sooner...

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"Cough cough cough!" Jiang Da looked pale and coughed violently.

A few days ago, he suffered from the cold and coughing ceaselessly. For this reason, he was relieved of the errand of entering the palace, and only sat in the small government office every day.

The situation in Luoyang is getting worse. Lack of water and food, not to mention the people below, even him, the medical officer of the young mansion, can't get enough food every day and don't wear warm clothes. The price of grain in the city has risen to ten thousand dollars. The king of Changsha has ordered the princes and relatives to open warehouses several times, but the grain and grass obtained are still limited, and the supply of the army is still stretched. If this continues, I am afraid that all officials will be hungry.

Jiang Da didn't care whether he could win this battle. Like a dying person who is about to die, his heart is numb. Outside the city is the Sima clan, and inside the city is also the Sima clan. Does it really matter who wins and who loses among these Sima? Yujia was dragged to the front line by the King of Changsha, fearing that he was the emperor on the dragon chair. To them, he was just like a mud puppet, able to drive at will.

It was another violent cough. Jiang Da struggled to stand up, took a pill, and swallowed it into his stomach. At this time, decocting medicine has become a luxury, and it is so bad that you are in the Shaofu. If you are elsewhere, I am afraid that you will not even have to take the medicine.

Just about to turn around and lie down on the couch, there was a sudden noise outside.

"The King of Changsha has won again!"

"Zhang Fangjun didn't retreat. What's the point of winning?"

"It's better to lose. If you lose, you will have food..."

"You, you guys hurry up..."

That should be the medical officer of Shaofu. With a wry smile, Jiang Da ignored them and lay down on the bed again. A biting chill surged, and he grabbed the bedding and wrapped himself firmly in it.

"Yongzhou has sent troops, and the King of Hejian is weak." Sima Teng paced the room anxiously. "Brother, Zhang Fangjun was defeated one after another. If Changan is in a hurry, they will probably withdraw!"

As soon as Zhang Fangjun withdrew, Sima Ying could hardly scream with her palm alone, and maybe she would give up. In this way, Sima Yike was considered to have won the game. To protect the driver and be brave and brave, everyone must return to the center. This is much more difficult than a Sima Ying!

He is not afraid of lack of food, or even Luoyang city broken. But if Sima Yi controls the overall situation of North Korea and China, how can their side branches still have their days ahead? ! Moreover, he has been away from Bingzhou for so long, if Sima Ying returns without success and turns his head to attack Bingzhou in anger, wouldn't he become a bereaved dog? !

Sima Yue looked gloomy, staring at the smoke rising from the gold incense burner. The current situation really exceeded his expectations. Sima Yi must not be in power again, and Sima Ying is not a good person either. If you want to gain a foothold in the DPRK, you can only do it as soon as possible! Alas, if his younger brother hadn't stayed in Luoyang, why should he be so hasty?

"You command the hall. After the Lari Great Sacrifice, take advantage of the situation and imprison Shidu. Everything must be done with caution and do not let his ministers know about this."

"Would you like to welcome the king of Chengdu to Luoyang?"

"If it is before Zhengdan, he will definitely be moved. Then he will instigate Shidu's generals and say that he can still fish in troubled waters..." Sima Yue's voice became lower and lower, "This time, you must be careful. !"

"Brother don't worry. I will definitely find a good opportunity!" Sima Teng smiled coldly and replied flatly.