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Pei Ju has been walking for several days, and the entire West Route Army is also undergoing repairs and preparing to return to Lingzhou to standby. There was nothing going on in the army, and Yang Guang was particularly at ease at this time.
In this expedition, the entire army was almost wiped out. Yang Guang was proud, panicked, hopeful, and disappointed. In the end, these experiences made Yang Guang's character mature a lot.
How can people who have never experienced setbacks appreciate the joy of success? So now Yang Guang has lost the impetuousness of the past and has become deeper.
If it were in the past, Yang Guang would have been surprised and even restless by the news about King Wei who had appeared inexplicably. An unknown person is about to encroach on his territory, how can Yang Guang sit still.
But now Yang Guang is not panicked, he even acts as indifferent as if he didn't know about it. In private, Yang Guang thought about the possibility of King Wei one by one.
Since he is a prince, it is impossible for him to appear out of thin air.
The third brother Yang Jun has passed away and his son is imprisoned. The third brother is impossible. The fourth brother Yang Xiu has not been favored by his father since the Yang Wutong incident. If his father wants to reduce the military power of the fourth brother, he will be named It is possible for the King of Wei to be transferred out of Shuzhong, but it is impossible for him to be Sikong, the pastor of Yongzhou, and the general manager of Liangzhou; the fifth son Yang Liang is still in the East Route Army, and the war will not end until the war is over, and he will not be rewarded alone in any case. His alone.
Could it be Yang Yan, the king of Changning? As the eldest son of the eldest brother, it was possible for the saint to appease the eldest brother by making him the king of Wei before preparing to depose him from the throne.
Yang Guang thought about it for a while, but finally couldn¡¯t decide who it was. But no matter who it is, Yang Guang is not afraid. Now Yang Guang has someone to rely on, and the heads of hundreds of thousands of Turks are the basis for him to aspire to the throne.
Yang Guang is still the same Yang Guang. No matter how deep his character is, his original self-confidence is still engraved in his bones as always.
But it didn¡¯t take long for Yang Guang to sit still again.
News came from Chang'an that the sage conferred the title of King Qi on King Wei and led Sikong. Yang Guang was even more puzzled, why there was another King Qi, and what happened during the time he left Chang'an was simply overwhelming.
Fortunately, these problems did not bother Yang Guang for long. Yang Guang's problem was solved the same day the communication to Lingzhou was opened.
The newly appointed King of Wei is none other than his eldest son Yang Zhao, the former King of Henan.
Yang Guang felt dizzy after hearing this and could hardly stand. What is the father going to do? Is he planning to entrust the great power of the Sui Dynasty to Yang Zhao, a teenage boy? He is not dead yet.
Yang Zhao held up the lintel when the Jin Palace building was about to collapse; when the Turks were causing trouble in Guanzhong, Yang Zhao led a group of slaves and servants to annihilate more than 30,000 Turkic main forces, and stabilized Guanzhong
Yang Guang didn¡¯t know when his son became so powerful. He was both a leader and a warrior, and he was able to unite the originally disintegrated Jin Palace and regain the trust of the saint.
Hearing this, Yang Guang should be happy, because the eldest son he painstakingly cultivated did not disappoint him and did better than he imagined. But Yang Guang couldn't be happy. Why did the saint think about cultivating Yang Zhao? Even cultivating Yang Zhao was something he would do after he ascended the throne.
Yang Guang is scared at this time. Is his father ready to give up on him before he trains Yang Zhao? He was afraid that he would become a stepping stone for his son and then be beaten into the dust by his father.
Yang Guang¡¯s face immediately changed from sunny to gloomy. For the next few days, his face was full of irritability and sadness, making people afraid to approach him.
At this time, the army had already broken camp and headed south, passing through Langshan Mountain in the east and then heading south along the Yellow River.
With the war gone, the generals managed each battalion in an orderly manner. Except for several overnight discussions between Yu Wenshu and Yang Guang, almost nothing happened.
Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to Lingzhou, Huang Mingyuan became even more uneasy. These days, Yang Guang has not discussed Yang Zhao's affairs with him once, which is unimaginable on ordinary days.
¡°Maybe now Yang Guang is a little afraid of himself, afraid of how terrible it will be if he really chooses to help Yang Zhao. Yang Guang is a very suspicious person. The more people around him, the more he can't let go.
On this day, Huang Mingyuan finally received the message from Huang Mingxiang from Chang'an. What Yang Zhao did was a classic, and it finally made Huang Mingyuan feel relieved.
Huang Mingyuan decided to have a showdown with Yang Guang. At this time, the more you try to have both sides, the easier it is to be excluded. Pei Ju was right, he could only choose King Jin.
In the evening, the sun sets again.
In the vast desert to the north, the yellow sand is vast,Boundless. Looking up at the sky, there is no cloud shadow in the sky. No vegetation is seen, and travel is cut off. Looking far into the distance, I saw a lone wisp of smoke rising at the end of the sky. The rays of the setting sun were reflected in the Yellow River beside me, making half of the sky appear dark red, making the water and sky the same color.
Huang Mingyuan breathed a long sigh of relief and walked straight to Yang Guang's tent.
At this time, Yang Guang was also sitting in the car in front of the tent, looking at the sky, still thinking to himself. Seeing Huang Mingyuan coming, he hurriedly waved to Huang Mingyuan.
"Mingyuan, let me watch the sunset with you."
Yang Guang did not ask Huang Mingyuan what he was doing, so he directly asked Huang Mingyuan to sit down. Yang Guang is used to paying attention to his status on weekdays. It is extremely rare to see Huang Mingyuan sitting with him like this in a big car.
After Huang Mingyuan sat down, Yang Guang handed him a wine glass.
Yang Guang picked up the wine pot again, filled a cup and drank it all in one gulp.
"You are a smart person, and you can actually make such a good wine, which makes the world want to stop. Everyone knows that heroes are good, but I don't like them. The heroes drink like fire, and their throats are too hot. This is the end. The southern snow is soft and long, with endless aftertaste.¡±
Yang Guang was talking about wine with Huang Mingyuan at this time.
¡°Drinking strong wine is for the atmosphere, drinking Mianjiu is for the taste. If you drink Mianjiu in big gulps, you won¡¯t have such a long aftertaste.¡±
When Yang Guang heard this, he also agreed with his face. He slapped his thighs, stood up, and sang as he felt the wine glass: "Tonight under the Great Wall.
The clouds are dim and the moon should be dark.
Who sees Changlou in front of him?
The heart is extremely sad. "
¡°Perhaps today Yang Guang really felt something in his heart, the literary cells in his body exploded, and the poem he wrote was so straightforward. Huang Mingyuan didn't know how to persuade him for a moment.
"Mingyuan, don't you have anything you want to recite in such a beautiful sky? When it comes to poetic talent, you have repeatedly made famous poems since you were a child. No one can compare with you."
Huang Mingyuan smiled and said with some embarrassment: "Your Majesty, I was young and not very sensible at the time. Only now do I realize how presumptuous I was at that time."
Yang Guang waved his hand and said: "Children's words are unadulterated and more simple. You have become too mature in the past few years and have lost the vitality of youth. Now the scenery is just right, it's time to relax."
Seeing that Yang Guang was interested, Huang Mingyuan had to recite a poem to reconcile with Yang Guang.
"Hu walked beside the Great Wall, and the beacon fire surrounded Chang'an.
Zheng Peng left the Han Dynasty, returned to Yan and entered Hu Tian.
The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting over the long river.
He chased Hu Qi in the north of Saibei and killed Yan Ran with his sword. "
Huang Mingyuan finished chanting for a long time, but Yang Guang didn't speak.
"It's a good one, 'The solitary smoke is straight in the desert, and the sun is setting in the long river'. There is also a good one, 'Chasing barbarians in the north of the Great Wall, and killing Yanran with a knife.' 'Desert', 'solitary smoke', 'long river', 'setting sun', just mention a few There is nothing worth saying, but when put together, it creates a distant picture. The beauty of the frontier fortress and the bravery of the generals are all written down in poems. It is so lonely."
Huang Mingyuan looked normal, not like he had just written such an impassioned poem. Just a person standing quietly behind him, waiting for Yang Guang to appreciate the boundless scenery of sky, earth and people. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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