The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 96 Luo Fu
"People grow old easily but the sky never does. Double Ninth Festival comes every year. Today is Double Ninth Festival again. The yellow flowers on the battlefield are especially fragrant. The strong autumn wind comes once a year, not like spring. But better than spring, the vast river and sky are covered with frost for thousands of miles..."

On the ninth day of the ninth month of the first year of the reign of King Gyeongbok, the emperor and his troops celebrated a festival in the Flower Valley, naming the place Chongyang Valley. On the same day, the remains of 1587 dead soldiers were collected, cremated, sealed in wooden boxes, and carried back to the capital along with the wounded by more than animals accompanying the army.

On the tenth day, the captured Fengzhou soldiers were tied with ropes and taken to the capital. Their fate was to be forced labor to death; the beastly soldiers who dared to resist were killed immediately, with a hole in their chest or belly, and blood gushed out. Originally, the saint wanted to kill them all - the poor people who were tortured cried out in hell, while the devils were living in the world and doing labor reform, which was unreasonable! But Zhao Jia repeatedly advised - if they were all killed, the justice would be upheld, but in the future, the enemy would rather die than surrender, which would increase the casualties of the warriors.

In addition, the civilians who were driven to death in the battle by the rebel army were gathered and buried in a mass grave dug in Chongyang Valley.

On September 11, after observing the victorious army for several days, the men and women hiding in the mountains and wilds began to return home after seeing that they did not do evil. In the afternoon, Sun Wenchang, the magistrate of Liuba County, who had escaped from somewhere and returned to the city, learned that it was the sage who led the army in person, and hurriedly led a group of officials and elders out of the city to welcome them. After observing closely that the army did not kill or rob, the people helped the elderly and children out of their homes and spontaneously offered food, fruits, eggs, tea, and meals to thank the king's soldiers for their kindness in eliminating the beast soldiers.

This made many warriors think. It turns out that you can get wealth without using force.

The people at that time were very simple and they knew how to repay a favor.

In the Zhonghe year, Chao's army ravaged Chenzhou, and the people of Chen suffered. When Zhu Quanzhong came to rescue, the people of Chen responded with food and drink.

Later, when Li Keyong invaded Youzhou, he strictly prohibited disturbing the people because his subordinates often robbed and caused accidents. When the locals saw this, "tens of thousands of military and civilian elders welcomed Keyong into the mansion with flags, banners, singing and drums." They rushed out of the city and happily carried Li Keyong into the official residence in a sedan chair, wanting to support him as the lord of Youyan. After that, Li Keyong and his army, who had tasted the sweetness, almost stopped stealing.

And now, Master Wang seems to have tasted the sweetness.

"I love it, give it all to me." He was like Zhu Bajie, with a hot steamed bun in his mouth and he kept taking more with his hands.

"We have given you generous rewards, why bother with your condolences?" Those who were generous enough shook their heads to refuse.

"Beautiful young lady, would you like to marry me? I am the team leader now. It will be no problem for me to become a soldier in the future. I will ensure that my wife's family will enjoy a good life." There was even a girl possessed by Liu Zhiyuan, who winked at the girl on the street, trying to seduce her.

The saint stood on the low earthen building, watching silently. If the soldiers of these 14 cities do not do anything wrong in the future, there will be no possibility of sudden rebellion. Even if there are ambitious people who try to agitate the morale of the army, they have to carefully consider the probability of being instigated by the warriors and having their heads cut off for credit.

That night, the army stayed overnight in the county town. After being tense for so long, the common people finally got a good night's sleep. As for the saint, he used the dim oil lamp to organize his recent thoughts and knowledge in a small notebook. He was a stranger in a foreign land, and he could only rely on himself to constantly study and accumulate bit by bit. Whether it was to save the lives of his family or to pacify the troubled times, to keep as much vitality as possible for this land, or the vague ambition of revival.

The night of September is quiet and cold, and the rustling of the leaves of the Chinese parasol tree sends the cold sound. The saint feels something in his heart; in this world, there are only a few people who can really help you and care about you. If you want to survive, you can only fight with your own hands.

This Chongyang Valley field battle also made him realize a problem. The righteous army with only more than 10,000 soldiers was so difficult to fight. Even though they were defeated quickly, if the three most ferocious axe warriors at the beginning did not catch them, if the morale of the army was slightly shaken, they would be defeated and chased to the north. Moreover, the beast soldiers retreated after more than 3,000 were killed, and this was when their discipline was extremely poor, their command was seriously lagging, and their ten fingers could not be clenched into a fist. If it was normal, the remaining troops would withdraw to the camp in an orderly manner under the command, and this battle would still be fought.

He could see the big picture from the small details and infer the other vassal states through the Ganyi Army.

Zhu Quanzhong, who had more than 100,000 elite soldiers under his command, was probably invincible. The four powerful vassals Shi Pu, Zhu Xuan, Zhu Jin, and Li Keyong all resisted and were beaten to a pulp; the rising star of the times, the son of the plane, was none other than this. I vaguely remember that Li Keyong, who had been rebellious for most of his life, was finally defeated by Zhu Quanzhong's front and back hands, and humbly paid compensation and begged for peace. Can you still hope to win if you can make your father-in-law beg for mercy with your nose pinched?

Listening to the rustling autumn sound, the sage stood up and went to the window. The mountains in the dark night howled in the wind, the vast wilderness was endless, and the sound of the rushing Taibai River could only be heard. Occasionally, crows flew by. It was a dark and desolate scene.

A year has passed, like a dream that is not long but definitely not short. Did my previous life’s wife and children care about me from the bottom of their hearts?

A year has passed. Have morals declined? Have integrity been lost? Have hearts been covered with dust?

A year has passed, and I have killed countless people but I am still in a state of panic. Am I qualified as a fake emperor? I have been jumping up and down all day long, and my territory has become larger and larger. I have become more and more hypocritical, and my political style has become stronger and stronger. The more I do violence, the better I am. Is the reason why I continue to work hard for the beauty of the palace, the service of my wives and concubines, the poor to get me, and the ten thousand bells to strengthen my strength? Is it for the widows, the lonely, the old and the weak? If I meet the poor people destroyed in Chongyang Valley again in the future, is there any way to save them?

“Don’t wait idly, your youth will be wasted and you will be filled with regret…” The saint recited softly, his hands clenched.

A real man was born in heaven and earth, how can he be depressed and inferior to others for a long time! Zhu Quanzhong is still too far away, but Guanzhong will no longer be ravaged by war. Anyone who wants to destroy this world that he carefully protects must be prepared to perish with him.

On September 17th of the first year of Jingfu, the weather was clear and crisp in autumn, and the wild geese flew south.

After six days of trekking, the sage rode a camel and returned to the western suburbs of Chang'an via Liangquan, Dasan Pass, Chencang County, Guocheng, and Wugong County. Officials and civilians gathered around to watch, lining the streets to shout "Long live the king", pointing and talking at the soldiers, and there was a jubilant atmosphere. The king's army had wiped out tens of thousands of beast soldiers. What could be more inspiring than this?

Along the desolate post road, many people gathered.

The Grand Marshal, the Situ, the Grand Secretary, the Minister of the Ministry of Personnel, the Grand Secretary of the Hongwen Academy, the Supervisor of National History, the Co-Prime Minister of the Secretariat, the Envoy of Salt, Iron, Rent, Labor, Green Seedling, Coin Minting and Transportation, the Envoy of Yanziku, the Envoy of Taiqing Palace, and the Duke of Jin Du Rangneng led hundreds of civil and military officials in the Southern Yamen.

The Privy Councilor, the Lingxiao Divine Road Envoy, the Secretary of the Central Secretariat, and the Director of the Imperial Academy Zhao Ruxin. The Deputy Privy Councilor Yang Kezheng. The Xuanhui Envoy, the Supervisor of the Taiji Palaces and Gardens, the Ye Ting Ling, and the Director of the Qitian Zuozang Weaponry and Warehouses Yu Wenrou. The Feilong Envoy Zhang Chengye. The Jishi Envoy and the Sixteen Kings' Residence Envoy Liu Zipi took important positions in the Northern Department. The Guards Infantry Department's Training Envoy Wang Congxun and the Cavalry Envoy Zhang Jide led the military officers of the two departments.

All the civil and military officials inside and outside the palace came out to greet him in formal attire, bowed on the left side of the road and expressed their congratulations.

"I have heard that the army is the foundation of a country and the way to its survival. Therefore, the brave men marched to the fullest and forgot their lives outside. The internal officials followed the military, state, politics and education, and all the affairs were handled by themselves. The bandits in Fengzhou gathered like ants and acted inhumanely. The emperor led the expedition and took the opportunity to clean up their holes. After Chongyang Valley, the defeated army threw away their armor and scattered their troops, howling and running away. How could the principle of good and evil be more than this? The rebellion was caused by the remoteness, and the destruction was caused at the beginning. In fact, it was the scoundrel. The head of the divine land is respected by all nations. Therefore, the wise ruler helped the distressed and settled the chaos, punished the evil and killed the evil, and reflected the true self. I, your ministers, respectfully congratulate you and give you the honorific title of the Son of Heaven. All those who have made contributions will be rewarded. The martyred warriors will be given food and clothing; the officials will build shrines, set up Shinto monuments, and make Shinto texts."

It can be heard that the shadow of the vassal state entering Chang'an seems to have dissipated completely, and the confidence of the government and the people has been greatly improved. The Ganyi Army has been a desperate enemy for many years, but it was defeated by the saint with the same force and a magnificent battle.

This shows what?
Perhaps it was rehearsed in advance, thousands of people read it together, it was extremely shocking. The infantry and cavalry soldiers standing in the distance all changed color when they heard it, not knowing whether they were surprised or shocked. You looked at me, I looked at you. In the midst of whispers, the cavalry dismounted, the infantry lowered their flags and put away their swords, and then kept silent at the same time; the sentence "punishing the evil, a mirror reflecting the true self" was really a bit scary.

Moreover, the emperor seemed approachable and normal in the army, but once he returned to the court, he seemed intimidating; how strange.

This time, the sage was not at all uneasy and calmly accepted the praise. Afterwards, the female musicians of the Taichang Temple sat on the ground with cushions or stood up, playing the huqin, pipa and Qiang flute. Thousands of ministers, both men and women, "danced" directly on the field. To be honest, the sage did not appreciate the etiquette of "dancing to celebrate". If an old man flirted and spun in front of you, would you be able to hold back? What's more, a group of people; when they were in high spirits, they even sang a few lines; it was too eye-catching.

"Pig, pass on my order. All the soldiers should return to their respective camps to wait for rewards." Taking advantage of this opportunity, the saint planned to deal with the trivial matters in advance.

"Yes."

"Zhao Jia, hand over the list of deceased soldiers and other official documents as well as the merit list to the relevant authorities."

"Brother, your people served as scouts, and many of them were killed or wounded. I will give you all the compensation and rewards, and you can send someone to send them back to Qinzhou." These barbarians that Zhao Fu brought to Chang'an worked hard, were willing to work hard, were obedient, and worked hard without complaint; no matter whether they were Tibetans, Arabs, or some other kind of barbarians, the saint did not want to treat them unfairly. Even if someone died, what should be done must be done.

Hearing the saint's intimate address, Zhao Fu knew that he was recognized, and changed his address, saying gently: "My subordinates are the emperor's soldiers, so why are you talking about your people?"

"Second brother, have you properly recorded the names of soldiers who cannot return to the team after recovering from their injuries?" The saint asked He Chuyu again.

"It's all written down."

For those who could not return to the army after recovering from their injuries but were unwilling to leave, the sage decided to assign these hundreds of soldiers who would live with their disabilities for the rest of their lives to the command of He Chuyu, who was the envoy of the two streets of Suzaku and Chunming and the envoy of the imperial city, to serve as the "police" of the capital, mediate disputes in the streets, or serve as guards of the imperial palace.

After all the things were said, the sage, with the help of his close ministers, changed his clothes and rode into the city in a procession. Alas, such a big show, like a giant panda parade. It would be much better to just ride a camel, which is convenient and fast. ————————

Lowering the white curtain and feeling the swaying sound, the saint's tense nerves relaxed a little and he felt drowsy.

Just as he began to doze off, a beautiful female official in blue came aboard with a pile of memorials in her arms: "Everyone, please get down to business."

Hearing this, the confused Saint looked in the direction of the voice, only to find that the female official looked very unfamiliar. No, he had never seen her before; hiss, her red face and clear eyes were so charming... The Saint suddenly came to his senses.

"you are?"

"I am Luo Fu, a scholar in the Inner Academy. I am in charge of teaching and assisting the emperor, concubines, eunuchs, and imperial concubines. I am knowledgeable and eloquent. I was favored by the wife of the Privy Councilor, Lady Tianshui County, and was transferred to the Privy Council by the Envoy Xuanhui to serve as a sacrificial servant, in charge of order inspection and file management." Luo Fu answered calmly without changing his expression.

"Yes." The saint nodded. The Inner Academy is really full of talents. Another Privy Councilor, Wenren Chuchu, also came from this department. Yes, there is no bad woman who can be selected into the palace to teach the assistant saints, concubines, eunuchs, and female officials.

The saint took the document and placed it next to his seat, looking at Luo Fu.

Luo Fu sat there with his head down, motionless.

"During the days I was away from Beijing, the court should be very busy."

"As you said."

"What a lively scene."

"The army is slightly in disorder, the mobs are extremely in disorder, and the government is slightly in disorder." Luo Fu was concise and used three adverbs of degree.

"Speak for me."

"The emperor has selected 20,000 strong and loyal peasants from the royal area to come to the capital to participate in military affairs. Wang Congxun, the director of the Infantry Training Department, is harsh in his training. If he is not satisfied, he will immediately beat and scold him, which makes the peasants suffer. On September 13, the training department sent out various instructors to lead the peasants out of the city and divide them into cities for training..."

The saint's face fell.

Wang Congxun was indeed good at training soldiers, but the saint overlooked one point, which was that the training method of a warrior like Xiao Wang was too big, to what extent...

In order to cultivate adaptability to combat environments, he required all peasants to stand in the rain with their upper bodies naked and to change formations according to his flags and drums. This lasted for an hour. Anyone who made a mistake would be beaten. After a few days, hundreds of people caught a cold. All the coaches advised them to proceed step by step, but Xiao Wang didn't care. In his opinion, this was normal because he was trained this way, and all the feudal lords in the world did the same.

For example, during drills, farmers from both cities were asked to stab each other with wooden spears. If both sides did not fight until they cried for their parents, they would not only lose their food but also be whipped.

Various forms of corporal punishment and verbal abuse are also common in daily life.

Finally, on the 13th day, during the routine lance-beating drill, one person, whether intentionally or unintentionally, was pushed back, which made Wang Congxun furious. He hung him up and beat him half to death. His fellow villagers could not stand it and stood out to argue, but were also beaten. Suddenly, the farmers in the two towns erupted in riots. Some took off their clothes and wanted to go home, while others cursed at the coaches.

Although Wang Congxun easily calmed the incident, the impact was not small. To require the peasants who had just participated in the training to have the qualities of an old warrior would cause resistance from everyone. It's like training you like a special forces soldier when you just joined the army...

This matter, the saint has to clean up Xiao Wang's mess again. But it's okay, it's not a big problem. The main thing is to improve the training method. It is not advisable for players in the novice village to go to the full-level dungeon.

"The gangsters are causing chaos. Gao Hanhong, the gangster leader of Shanzhou in Dongdu Road, led more than 20,000 people and wanted to enter the pass. The court was wary of this and found it difficult to control, so they did not allow it. Hanhong refused to leave and remained outside Tongguan."

"Well, let's stop here. I'm tired. Let me rest for a night. I will report to the prime minister in Linde Hall tomorrow." The saint was very tired. He had been dizzy from the military affairs since he went to the battlefield. He had been riding a camel for so many days, and there were blood stains on the inner thighs. In addition, the weather was damp, and he caught a cold. In his previous life, he worked from nine to five and had weekends off. Now he works around the clock, which hurts people.

It is not easy to defend a country. Looking at the dusty and listless saint, Luo Fu felt something in his heart.

"Then I won't bother you any more." She stood up and left.

"Don't go." The saint gently persuaded him to stay.

Luo's daughter was different from other concubines. She was calm and solemn in a blue dress, without any makeup. Her eyes were deep and quiet, as if she had seen the wind and rain. She was two years older than him, like an older sister...

"There are still miscellaneous affairs in the courtyard—"

"The Privy Councilor will arrange for the rest of the worship." The sage sold out Zhao without thinking.

"Your Majesty..." Luo Fu nodded slightly and stopped talking.

After returning to the palace, the saint declined the visits from his wives and concubines, and fell asleep on the bed in the Penglai Palace. Luo Fu sat down at the "workstation" belonging to Zhao next to him and opened a Taoist scripture.

The inner room seemed peaceful amid the saint's light, rhythmic snoring.

This went on until dusk, when the saint woke up feeling hot all over and stared at Luo Fu with red eyes.

"thirsty."

"Drink." Luo Fu poured a bottle of hot water.

"Come closer." The saint now believed that there was such a thing as love at first sight.

"Everyone wants Concubine He or Concubine He, I will go and invite her now."

"Come here and I'll tell you."

Luo Fu walked to the edge of the bed, and before he sat down, he felt a hot body rushing towards him: "This..."

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