The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 252 Liang Xiaoyao
Two days later.

Another year of orange, yellow, tangerine and green. The afternoon sun is clear and soft, shining on the courtyard where the sweet-scented osmanthus is fragrant. The sheets drying in the sun not far away are shining white. Several tall and majestic ginkgo trees cast huge perforated shadows.

Zhang Hui sat under the tree and quietly read the scroll in her hand. She was kneeling in a purple skirt, with a graceful posture, and her hair exuded the scent of soapberry and cloves. The saint sat behind her and played with her hair. High ponytail, bun, maid's hair, educated youth braids... In the end, I think double ponytails are better. With Zhang Hui's appearance and tall and fit body, double ponytails are out of place, but there is a kind of abnormal beauty.

"Okay, shake it." The saint put down the comb.

Zhang Hui looked in the mirror and frowned, "What kind of hair accessory is this?"

"Steering wheel." The saint held one on each side and explained, "Next time you stick your head out, I'll hold you like this and steer you."

"..."

"Hahahahahaha!" Emperor Li couldn't control himself again. He pressed against the beauty's waist and back, sniffed her ears, and stroked her round and perky buttocks as she kneeled down. Zhang Hui was pressed on the table with her back facing him.

After a long time, Zhang Hui slid to the ground weakly, and the "History of Northern Dynasties" spread on the table was wet with saliva.

The saint let go of her twin ponytails and lowered her lifted skirt. She looked around the courtyard covered with fallen leaves in the afternoon, feeling the warm sunshine on her shoulders, and couldn't help but smile faintly, feeling warm and peaceful in her heart.

After a short rest, he picked Zhang Hui up from the ground and rubbed his droopy eyes: "I should go now."

"Don't go out during this period. It's not that I'm suspicious and have to lock you up here. It's just that human relationships are complicated, and there are too many people under my rule. With your appearance and temperament, it's easy to cause trouble. There are many warriors with small heads who dominate big heads, and there are many women whose lust and jealousy control their reason. There are many things and many people that I can't completely control in advance."

Zhang Hui's cheeks were rosy pink, and she was breathing heavily in his arms in silence.

After listening, she tidied her wet hair and messy ponytails, supported herself with the help of the table and slowly stood up.

This action made her brows furrow, and her face was filled with intense pain as if it was torn apart.

Emperor Li was too cruel.

For two days and two nights, they were like a couple in love. I can’t remember how many times they were passionate, but I only know that the bamboo mat and two sets of sheets were all torn to pieces.

Bed, chair. Futon, toilet, bathroom. From kitchen to balcony, from corridor to tree, bush. From dusk to dawn, from early morning to dusk... I wish they could be integrated. That is to say, the Queen's carriage is really big enough, her stamina is good enough, and her physical fitness is strong enough. If it were Shufei, or any other concubine, she would not be able to sit or even get off the couch.

After standing up, Zhang Hui nodded to show that she understood, and then looked at the man with whom she had established the closest relationship with with burning eyes: "Supreme, let's go."

The saint reluctantly broke away from the warm fingertips, sighed, turned around and staggered away. When he reached the door, he looked back and saw Zhang Hui also limping towards the room, holding on to the ginkgo tree.

Alas, a strict feudal woman has to endure the "freedom" and "worldliness" that she should not have.

The saint smiled lightly, unable to hide his joy: "Sister?
Zhang Hui paused and looked back at him. She blinked, smiled, turned around and limped away. Staring at Zhang Hui's back as she disappeared under the eaves, the saint turned around in despair.

When he walked out of the yard, his expression changed quickly and he returned to his usual demeanor, with a stern face and squinted eyes, making Li Renmei, Wu Xiong and others think that he had been defeated by Zhang Hui. They watched his expression and signaled to each other not to speak.

After getting into the carriage, two emotionless words came out from inside the carriage: "Return to the palace."

Two crazy days and nights are over, and it’s time to get back to work.

The carriage swayed slowly towards the Daming Palace. The saint stared fixedly at a corner of the carriage, thinking quietly.

The situation in the Central Plains remains worrying.

With Zhu Youyu's return, the rebels began a new round of integration. I have no intention of eradicating the Bian people. But what if Zhu Da goes crazy one day and thinks he can invade the west again?
In addition, he and Ge Congzhou's generation don't get along, and Zhu Da may not get along with this group of people, and he is the strongest and has the highest prestige. One can't help but doubt that this generation will take action against the re-separatist Yan, Yun, Xu, Cai, Chen, and Hua.

Even if they don't rebel now, with the foundation of the Central Plains, they can pull out another 200,000 troops if they are allowed to develop for two years. This is the gap in population and economic hard power. And if someone who occupies such conditions says that he has no ideas, do you believe it?

It would be best if such a dangerous person could die at the hands of Wang Jingyao.

Difficult.

It is foreseeable that the subsequent foreign policy will still be subject to the control of Hedong and Zhongyuan. It is impossible for him to fight with Li Keyong and let others take advantage. It is also impossible for him to fight with others and let Li Keyong, who has no voice now, see hope.

And there is Yang Xingmi.

At this point in time in the future, the dark clouds of Huangtian Dang were brewing - "The Huainan soldiers fought with the Zhenhai soldiers at Huangtian Dang. Zhenhai was at a disadvantage. Qian Liu, Zhong Chuan, Du Hong and others were afraid of their strength and all sought help from Quanzhong. The people of Bian sent 10,000 soldiers to cross the Huai River to rescue them."

Now that Quanzhong is gone, and Yang Xingmi cannot interfere with the South due to geographical reasons, will he fear Quanzhong's death, or will he fight alone against the heroes as in history?

Hard to say.

A man, once he has a little power, troops and territory, and a group of "civil and military officials" under him, when he hears "My Lord, great commander, you are the one who truly puts an end to rebellion", he will develop lofty ambitions, just like taking an aphrodisiac, and will easily become carried away and regard himself as a conqueror.

I wonder how many military leaders and time travelers can reach my level and remain as calm as ever?
Second, the mainstream of the era was lowly. When a warrior had a little strength, he would happily say, "I have the ambition to help others, and I will do this and that in the future." In an era when 300 people dared to go to the south of the Yangtze River to start a business and attack Suzhou, what did you expect?
I won't be afraid unless the knife hits my whole family.

As for the third one... Yes, Quanzhong died miserably, but I didn't see it with my own eyes. Besides, if he lost, would I definitely lose too? If warriors were generally good at forcing, would the Shen Ce Army and Tong, Hua, Bin, Qi, Jin, and Bian be massacred by Li? We must recognize that talents like Fu Cunshen, Zhazhu, Wang Chao, and Li Siyuan are a minority and are outliers of the times.

Maybe he would have to fight with Yang Xingmi. Qian Liu was not a good guy either. He was assassinated by a minister who was sent to Suzhou. Later, when Dong Chang proclaimed himself emperor, the court allowed Qian Liu to live. Qian Liu forged an imperial edict to trick Dong Chang into death, and then "ordered the officials and people of Liangzhe to submit a petition, requesting to concurrently govern Zhejiang East."

I hope this person will stop playing tricks on me. The red seal and iron certificate given to you by Emperor Zhaozong can become a historical relic of your family and be shown on TV. I can also have your corpse hung in West Lake and whipped.

In Bashu, under the pressure from Qinfeng, Hanzhong, and Xiakui, Cui Anqian was able to take over some prefectures and counties in Dongchuan peacefully. At this time, his son Cui Yi led more than 40,000 people to station in the eastern suburbs of Chengdu. More than 10,000 were Dangxiang soldiers and Guanzhong militia, and the rest were received and recruited after entering Shu.

Zhang Qianyu took Chengdu and confronted him. He repeatedly expressed his intention to rebel and only wanted to guard the southern border for the country and pay taxes. It was a beautiful statement. But Emperor Li would never agree. Who the hell are you? How dare you wrestle with me?

If you have the strength of Li Keyong, of course I would tolerate you, but the problem is that you don't.

As for the question, will it be safe if you send a new Jiedushi? Of course not. But he would rather let Cui Yi rule Shu like Cui Ning did. Li and Cui have a relationship. Cui Yuzhang and Cui Xuansu are his women. Cui Jiahu serves in the Wansui Army. Cui Yi is taciturn and cruel, but he still has some simple feelings for the court.

These cannot guarantee Cui Yi's loyalty and obedience, but they can maintain the lower limit of the relationship between the central government and local governments.

We'll see. It would be great if Cui Yi can succeed. If not, he will have to take some time to sweep away the invaders in Bashu and scare the people of Shu.

The butcher's knife can be used against the Tibetans, as well as the people of Bian and Shu.

Overall, there is no solution for Guandong for the time being, and it has to make up for it from the west and north. Xihai, Guanbei, or Qinghai Province, northern Shaanxi, Ordos, and Wuhai are not as barren as everyone imagines.

The Mu Us Desert outside Jingbian County is still a green country with lush grass and pleasant scenery, with forests, grasslands and swamps interlaced.

Fengzhou, which is the Bayannur area, was "connected to the Muna Mountain in the south, and the mountains produced good timber" in the Tang Dynasty. Shengzhou, which is Yulin City, had "millet" as a major tribute item at this time. Are you dumbfounded?

The geography and hydrology are not that fragile. Northern Shaanxi and areas outside the Great Wall were devastated until the Ming and Qing dynasties when large-scale desertification occurred. The Lop Nur on the Tarim side only disappeared after industrialization and the influx of large numbers of military immigrants in the late 20th century.

Judging from the geography and climate, the interior of the country should not be a place that is poor or has a shortage of food.

Why do these phenomena occur? There are many reasons.

Insufficient development - many of the huge number of Dangxiang and Miscellaneous Hu in northern Shaanxi and Guanxi were still in a semi-primitive society wearing animal skins and living in woolen sheds. Who are you crying to? And structural imbalance - after the middle Tang Dynasty, the Shen Ce Army in Guannei was added to the autumn defense troops in various routes, and the total military strength remained at around 300,000. In an agricultural society, no place could independently support 300,000 professional warriors in the Tang Dynasty.

I won’t go into more messy reasons.

Qinghai can also be called the Little Northeast. The fish are scooped from the bowls of the beating robes, and the pheasants fly into the rice pot. In later generations, animal husbandry, wheat, and fruit and vegetable planting were also very impressive. The problem is the same as that of northern Shaanxi, lack of development and lack of people. The ugly enemy occupies the toilet without shitting, and tramples on things.

It's like holding Zhang Hui but not giving birth to a baby.

According to preliminary conservative estimates, if Guanzhong and Guanxi are developed normally and harmoniously, with the current productivity, it will be no problem to support 7 million people and 400,000 troops. How come Chengde and Dezhou can easily have 1.2 million people and 100,000 soldiers, and still have the spare capacity to "donate tens of thousands of armor and weapons to help the royal family" and "give 500,000 silks to stop the war" at any time? How can the huge Guanzhong and Guanxi not support 7 million people?
But given the current national conditions and the various problems in the target areas, achieving this goal is as difficult as reducing the power of the feudal lords. Should we attack the west first or the north first?
"What are you all thinking about?" Luo Fu rubbed his body for a long time, and his arms were sore.

"...I feel sad." The saint grabbed Luo Fu by the waist and put her in his arms, then rubbed her chest and looked thoughtful.

"Oh, every time I'm doing something, I get..." Luo Fu twisted and turned in his arms, her collar was peeled off to her shoulders, her skirt was lifted up to cover her face, she covered her legs with her hands, her face flushed and she was out of breath: "What's up with you?"

"I don't know, I just want to smoke."

"Cigarettes...hiss...it hurts, don't you cut your nails?" Qingba pushed Lang away: "What cigarettes, burning incense?"

The saint slid along the inner wall of his thigh, picked up a pair of small purple hat pendants on the table expressionlessly: "I usually smoke Lotus or Nanjing. Just suck like this." Then he raised his head, took a long breath, and looked happy: "Shh... just no milk."

Luo Fu leaned on his neck, breathing heavily: "...What kind of cigarette can make you produce milk? I have my third child..."

"That's great! I like Afu the most!"

"You're lying. The Saint fooled around with Zhang Hui for two days before returning. On the night of the Double Ninth Festival, the Privy Envoy, Da Wu, and Concubine Shu prepared dinner and took us, Concubine Xian, and other guests to the Saint's banquet, but there was no sign of the Saint until midnight."

The saint went into cardiac arrest.

It's bad, it's bad. Zheng Yanchang, who was in trouble, didn't even send a minister to urge me!
"...I'm not fooling around with Zhang Hui! I'm learning a foreign language, not...learning the Central Plains accent!"

"Hmph." Luo Fu pouted and glanced at him, then pulled up his collar. "By the way, the delegation from Ziqing that came to the court yesterday has arrived. My cousins Luo Qian, Luo Wenxuan, and my cousin Luo Yan came with them. Can we let them into the palace to play?"

"Younger sister? Luo Qian? Luo Wenxuan?" The saint's eyes lit up and he was overjoyed. Just by looking at the name, he knew she was a beautiful girl. "Of course!"

There are also Zhao Baolian, Zhao Ruyi, Zhao Ruozhao’s fifth sister, Zhao Ruozhao’s seventh sister, Zhao Chuxian, Zhao Ruozhao’s younger sister…

Oh God, please let me live forever in this depraved world!

At the corner of Fenghuang Street, a team of red-bodied and purple-flagged Yandi were slowly moving along the road, with dense cavalry, palace maids, and warriors in front and behind. The colorful feathers, gold-decorated totems, purple and light red curtains, and various ceremonial guards and decorations fully demonstrated the nobility of the passengers.

The Lu army moved steadily and slowly.

Dugu Hua was dozing off in a corner of the carriage.

Xiao Wangqing and Liang Xiaoyao were attracted by the hustle and bustle outside. From time to time, they opened the curtain to look at the market. Seeing the scholars and commoners chasing after the carriage and making noises to see the novelty, Xiao Wangqing showed contempt: "Yongliang is indeed full of Qin people with the same customs as Rong people. They are as barbaric and rude as Henan people. No wonder they like to rebel."

Liang Xiaoyao raised his eyebrows and smiled, "The avenues of Chang'an are connected to narrow roads, and there are green cows, white horses and seven fragrant carriages... The dragon holds the treasured canopy to carry the morning sun, and the phoenix spits out tassels to bring the sunset glow... The silk robe and precious belt are untied for you, and the Yan song and Zhao dance are performed for you. It's normal."

indeed.

What is Chengde most famous for?

During the Later Liang Dynasty, Youzhou was dissatisfied with Li Cunxu's long-term conscription and instigated Abaoji to go south. Abaoji agreed verbally, but was reluctant to leave. The Yiwu Army sent an envoy to persuade him: "There are so many beautiful women in Zhao! Go quickly!"

A Baoji heard this and agreed, so he sent all his troops to the battle.

Queen Yuelido tried to persuade Abaoji: "If people from the Central Plains start a war, what does it have to do with you? Are you looking for death?" Abaoji didn't listen.

In the mainland, Yan and Zhao have been famous for their abundance of beauties since the Han Dynasty - "Yan and Zhao have many beautiful women, and the beautiful ones are as pretty as jade." By the Ming Dynasty, Yan Ge Zhao Wu had become synonymous with beautiful women and top-notch singing and dancing.

After looking at the streets for a while, Liang Xiaoyao felt that the capital was much better than he had imagined and quite lively. He breathed a sigh of relief and lowered the curtain: "I just don't know what the situation is with the Saint and the harem. I'm afraid that some of the female relatives will be jealous and resentful if I suddenly appear as Concubine De."

"What are you afraid of?" Xiao Wangqing shrugged and said indifferently, "Except for that Shatuo bitch, who dares to offend you? Besides, you have Yuwen Rou and Nangong Chongyan as your preconceived ideas, and you also have me, Ah Hua, and a group of maids who came with you as a dowry. Even Zhuxie Wusi can't do anything to you easily."

Liang Xiaoyao said in a worried voice: "That may not be the case."

"Just keep the saint's heart." Xiao Wangqing smiled and said, "In terms of appearance, I swear that Sister Xiaoyao is definitely in the top three in the palace. Concubine Shu, Privy Councilor...they are fading and losing their beauty, can they still compete with Sister Xiaoyao?"

Liang Xiaoyao felt that it was not auspicious to say this, and retorted: "Once you enter the palace, you are colleagues who share the same husband. As for love, just share it equally. I will not let the saint favor me alone, nor will I let him neglect others. Please stop talking. Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity. The military government has repeatedly reminded us that our marriage is to strengthen ties and make peace between China and foreign countries, not to go to Chang'an to compete with others and cause trouble."

"You are so virtuous!" Xiao Wangqing covered her mouth and laughed: "Tsk, look at your appearance, your eyes, your half-exposed breasts, your silent and graceful appearance with light makeup, and your skirt painted with double phoenixes and tulips. The saint is so lustful that he must be staring at you."

"You and Ah Hua are not bad either." Liang Xiaoyao controlled his dimple smile and said, "Also, don't say that the Saint is lustful. Zimei praised the Saint highly, how could he be lustful? You really believed the rumor that three people make a tiger! I guess the Great Sage is a handsome and heroic man with both talent and beauty. Otherwise, why would Yuwen Rouhe Chongyan be so interested in the Great Sage. I must be a good concubine and work hard to bring harmony between the Holy Tang and my country."

"Haha, you're ready to serve a man before you even meet him?" Xiao Wangqing's eyes flickered as he sized her up: "Well... I'm sure I can serve the Saint to his satisfaction, to the point of ecstasy. From now on, the king won't hold court early in the morning..."

"Forget about love!" Liang Xiaoyao closed his eyes after hearing this: "I am ashamed of you. You Khitan people, have you always been so straightforward?"

"Yeah." Xiao Wangqing nodded: "What's so taboo about sex? Does this mean we are sluts? Okay, okay, I won't say it. If you have the guts, don't moan when you're having sex."

"Don't do this in front of the saint. Ms. Zhao can't afford to lose face like this." Dugu Hua, who had been silently watching aside, could no longer hold back.

"Hey, why did you stop?" Xiao Wangqing stopped joking and lifted the car curtain to look.

Liang Xiaoyao, feeling embarrassed by what he said, also looked out the window.

There was a scene of thousands of chariots and horses on Jiafu Street, which was located next to the west wall of Taiji Palace.

In the bright afternoon sunlight, pedestrians were silent, standing in the corridors to avoid the crowds. A large group of infantry and cavalry passed by. The white cloaks, red robes, and Jinde crowns worn by the military officers showed their status as guards.

The riders around the carriage either held the ropes with both hands, looking around, or held a lance that was more than a foot long. The lance tip reflected a golden light in the sunlight, making the common people on the roadside dare not raise their heads.

Liang Xiaoyao is not afraid.

As a result, when the carriage passed by the street corner, Liang Xiaoyao couldn't help but feel moved.

The curtain of the carriage was lifted, and a handsome man sat steadily in the inner room. He wore a purple gold Ruyi crown, a moon-shaped cape, a green dress, and colorful sleeves, exuding a pure and ethereal aura. From a hundred steps away, he looked at her and Xiao Wangqing who were still sitting with the window open at the entrance of the alley.

He was a young man of about twenty-five or twenty-six, with deep eyes, slanted eyebrows, and no flaws at all. He was dressed in a green robe, the fluttering sleeves of which accentuated his perfect figure. He had long, shiny black hair draped over his shoulders, making him look like a banished immortal.

When the young man saw the two of them, he couldn't help but smile, but soon he seemed to be troubled by sorrow and resentment. He closed his eyes, leaned back, and disappeared from the window. Then the carriage pulled him away and walked into Jianfu Gate.

"Who is that?" Xiao Wangqing asked passers-by on Fenghuang Street.

Passersby looked at her with strange eyes: "Saint! Oh, you better be careful, don't look at the saint, there are many young girls and young women in this imperial city who were attracted by the saint's beauty and ended up falling in love with him. It's terrible to be obsessed with him!"

"what?"

Liang Xiaoyao didn't pay any attention to what Xiao Wangqing was saying to the passers-by. His eyes were fixed on the back of the carriage, unwilling to move away. That look was exactly like the immortal painting in her boudoir in Chengde: noble, elegant, graceful, and powerful.

He has a Taoist temperament and is detached from worldly matters.

To arrange it, it must be the Purple Palace on earth.

"Young lady, don't even think about it. It's not your turn." Then a minor official was heard telling Xiao Wangqing that the concubines, imperial concubines, beauties, talented women in the three palaces and six courtyards, the widow of the late emperor, the wife and daughter of the thief Zhu... countless women who looked like fairies had fallen at his feet.

Liang Xiaoyao took a deep breath, calmed his pounding heart, and said calmly: "Let's go to the palace."

It was in this leisurely and relaxing atmosphere that the envoys from the five towns of Qi, Zhao, Fujian, Zhejiang and Hunan arrived.

(End of this chapter)