Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty Chapter 888: Chanyuan League

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On the banks of the turbid Yellow River, a group of people in rags and shaved heads are slowly walking on the wooden boards. They walk in pairs and walk very slowly because they are still in shackles. These people are sent from nearby states and counties. Prisoner.

A prisoner raised his head, and the wind blew away the messy hair on his forehead. He squinted to see that a long pontoon over the river was extending towards the opposite bank.

"Go!" urged the overseer who was wearing a high hat and soap boots on the side of the road, raising the wooden stick in his hand to strike. The prisoners hurriedly lowered their heads, and accelerated their feet a few steps with difficulty.

Not long after, the overseer stopped staring at the prisoners and turned his head to look south. The prisoners were also very curious, and turned their heads at the right time.

The Chanzhou Tower stands tall in the depths of sight. It is not surprising. It has always been on the south bank of the Yellow River. But on the post road in the north city of Chanzhou, the cloud-like flags and carts and horses aroused everyone's attention, and there seemed to be many people outside the city gate.

...The woven rope curtain on a large carriage was raised by a corner, and Fu Jinzhan also looked at the pontoon bridge on the Yellow River from a distance. She only glanced at it before letting go of the curtain. Fu Jinzhan has straight shoulders, a dignified manner, and a slight smile on his face.

There are two other women sitting opposite her, facing the opposite direction of the carriage. They are Du and Zhang. On the outside of the carriage, there were some civilian officials, and the military commander Du Chenggui, who was the **** officer, who was Du's younger brother.

Soon there was noisy outside the carriage, and someone said loudly: "The Queen is fortunate to Chanzhou, and the officials and people of Chanzhou are all honored. The ministers and others welcome the Queen to come here..."

Then there was a response from the civil servant, who appeared to be the privy envoy Wang Pu. Fu Jinzhan didn't pay any attention to it when he sat in the car.

Du's spoke carefully: "The Central Plains and the Liao Kingdom have fought for so many years. Is it really necessary to negotiate a peace this time?"

Fu Jinzhan's lips lightly opened, and immediately corrected: "Liao Kingdom is seeking peace, not discussing peace."

"Yes, yes." Du Shi hurriedly said.

The Zhang family also echoed: "The big Xu army crushed the border and broke through Jinzhou. At this time, the Liao Kingdom wants to talk, not what is it for peace?" Zhang paused, "Is the official coming soon? State?"

As soon as he spoke, he saw a teasing smile on Du's face, and Zhang suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Fu Jinzhan's eyes were bright, and when he saw the subtle expressions of the two of them, he felt a little unhappy, but he was relieved soon.

Everything may not be so perfect now, but Fu Jinzhan accepted... Guo Shao’s existence can make the country’s weather strong and stable both inside and outside. Even if Fu Jinzhan sometimes tastes jealous, she also gets more So much fun.

After Guo Shao got better, no one dared to threaten Jinzhan, including the powerful foreign invaders, Liao Kingdom! When Fu Jinzhan thought of him, he felt particularly safe.

The Zhang clan took a peek at the opposite Jinzhan with some fear, looked at it from the left, and said, "Why did the officials choose the southern bank of the Yellow River when they accepted the Liao Kingdom's peace request? Is there anything special about Chanzhou?"

Du Shi took the words: "I don't know either."

Fu Jinzhan didn't say a word, and she didn't know what was special about Chanzhou.

...A few days later, Guo Shao led a group of cavalry to the Yellow River, and the pontoon bridge had been repaired. He rode across the Yellow River and saw a large group of people on the south bank stopping there to greet him.

At this moment, I saw Fu Jinzhan stepping off a carriage and looking from a distance.

Guo Shao gently kicked the black horse's stirrup, and the horse ran forward briskly. "Call!" Guo Shao stopped the horse in advance and let it stop slowly.

Fu Jinzhan looked at him happily, but she still maintained her etiquette. She hugged her hands in front of her abdomen, bent her knees and squatted down, and said: "The concubine welcomes the officials, and congratulates the officials. Come back from victory."

At this time, the surrounding civil and military clasped their fists and said: "The ministers welcome your majesty, and your majesty will live forever!"

Guo Shao strode forward, but he saw that Fu Jinzhan was wearing a large dress, but the lining was a flat collar, the skin on the collarbone was white and clean, a round face, lips, red teeth and white were very gorgeous, and his posture was dignified, elegant and joyful. There was a slight shyness in his expression. Guo Shaoton feels blood is flowing, and his body is full of energy that can be used as a night maiden. It is like a person who has been hungry all day sitting at the dinner table, always feeling that he can eat a whole table of dishes.

He stretched out his big dirty hand, literally grabbed the soft barley of the marigold, and said to everyone: "Stop flat."

Guo Shao abandoned his horse and shared the car with Jinzhan. A large group of honor guards and people marched towards Chanzhou City after calling forward. Chanzhou is one of countless cities on the south bank of the Yellow River, and it is extremely lively at this time. The drums on the tower rang in unison, and the people stood on the sidelines and watched. Someone read aloud the achievements of the emperor's own conquest.

Guo Shao didn't show up in the noise. He was sitting in the carriage, only interested in marigolds, and looked carefully at every line of her up and down.

"Anyway, I already know it. When I see my clothes, I can think of what the clothes look like. Isn't there a lot of expectation?" Jinzhan looked at him with a smile.

Guo Shao went out for many days, following her words, and feeling a little uncontrollable, he put his hands on the knees of the skirt. Unexpectedly, Fu Jinzhan held his hand and smiled with a blushing face: "There are at least tens of thousands of people outside, and they will all be people when they get off the car. Don't lose their dignity."

"I listen to the marigolds, and be patient." Guo Shao had no choice but to say.

Jinzhan couldn't help asking: "Your Majesty negotiated with the Liao State, why didn't you choose Hebei instead of the nearest one, but you want to come to Chanzhou?"

Guo Shao smiled and said: "If we were in Hebei, then we wouldn't meet so quickly."

Jinzhan glared at him and said, "I'm serious, I'm a little curious."

Guo Shao pondered for a moment and said: "This peace talk is not a trivial matter, it must be a historic landmark event...and it will definitely go down in history! In order for this matter to have a catchy name, a little trouble is totally worth it." /

"Chanzhou League?" Jinzhan said in a soothing and pleasant voice, but it was a bit catchy.

But Guo Shao still felt that it was not easy enough, and he shook his head slightly and said: "There is an ancient lake in the east of Chanzhou City, named Chanyuan. So this time the peace talks can be called the ‘Chanyuan Alliance’.”

"Chanyuan League..." Jinzhan read it again and smiled, "Your Majesty always has whimsical ideas, sometimes like a boy stubborn."

Guo Shao smiled and said: "My body is like a teenager, and I will find out if I try Jinzhan."

He hurriedly talked nonsense to divert Jinzhan's attention, otherwise he couldn't explain it clearly. Why must the name be a less famous ancient lake called "Chanyuan League"? There are so many catchy names.

Fu Jinzhan heard that two red clouds flew up on his face, and his breathing seemed a little heavier than before.

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On the Hebei Plain, another team marching towards Chanzhou is also on their way.

On both sides of the post road, large tracts of crops are lush and lush. After the Hebei Plain is not disturbed by the wandering horses, it seems that every inch of the land is planted with food. There are a few fireworks floating in the field, which are the smoke of "cooked manure" cooked with coal (coal) or burning wood.

The farmer wearing a straw hat stood up from the ground from time to time, holding a sickle in his hand, watching the armored and sharp soldiers and horses on the post road. It was initially decided in Hebei that the people here are still very nervous when seeing the soldiers; unlike the private households in the Central Plains, they will only watch the excitement in this situation.

In front of the men and horses, Dong Zunjiao was riding a horse and swaying, and the flag bearer beside him was holding the flag of the Tiger Ben Army. Behind him, a group of cavalry in armor, guarding a carriage and a group of Khitans on horseback. Those who are in the cavalry brigade are the Daliao Mission.

One ambassador and three deputy ambassadors are all sitting in the carriage.

Among the deputy envoys, Yang Dagon was very silent, but he appeared calm. The atmosphere in the car was dull, and the chief and deputy envoys were not in a hurry to discuss countermeasures; because of the fact that Xiao Siwen had barely said a word since leaving Wang Zhang.

Siwen Xiao sat in the carriage with her eyes closed, his body swaying along the bumps of the carriage, as if he was asleep. But his bags under his eyes are heavier than usual, and he obviously hasn't slept well for many days.

In Daliao, although many Khitans were unwilling to negotiate with the Southerners, it was useless. Only the one-party state policy propositions such as Yelv Xiezhen were decisive. Yelv Xiezhen also persuaded most aristocrats, because compared to Xu Guolai, giving birth to a Jurchen plot | insulting Princess Daliao, torturing | killing the Khitans made people more irritable; the Gaoli State taking advantage of the fire also made the Daliao aristocracy angry... This kind of thinking is like being beaten up by a tall and strong person and you can accept it, and being slapped in the face by someone who you completely despise will make you thunderous!

Siwen Xiao could no longer influence the national policy, so he had no choice when this trip was sent to the enemy's door. If he doesn't come, would Yelu Xiezhen come in person?

"Xu Guoren would ask Daliao to be his minister?" A deputy envoy finally spoke.

The other deputy said immediately: "Then what can we talk about? Since Daliao was founded by the father of the motherland, only other tribes are called ministers. When should they be called courtiers? If they make such unreasonable demands and make Daliao suffer humiliation, let's immediately Reject!"

Xiao Siwen opened his eyes and said: "To negotiate a peace under the intimidation of the enemy's army is simply an alliance under the city. At this time, the negotiation itself is humiliating."

The two deputy ambassadors who spoke just now changed their tone and said one after another, "The privy envoy of the North Court means, this time, we should try our best to reach a peace agreement."

Xiao Siwen said: "Then we have to see what the conditions are."

Speaking of this, Xiao Siwen calmly observed Yang Dagon. Yang Dagon was also one of the deputy envoys, but he did not express his opinion.

"Deputy Ambassador Yang?" Xiao Siwen looked at him.

Yang Dagon immediately made a respectful gesture and said: "Duke Xiao is the righteous envoy, and this matter is still in charge of Duke Xiao. However... the cleric of the North Court believes that it is not the way of Changzhi to compete with Xu Guo. , You have to make a decisive choice."

When Xiao Siwen heard this, he suddenly said: "Good birds choose wood and live. Deputy Yang himself is also quite talented, and he can be appreciated by the Privy Envoy, which is also quite beneficial to Daliao."

Yang Dagon said casually: "The privy envoy and Xiao Gong are officials in the same court, not outsiders."

Xiao Siwen had nothing to say, looking out from the gap in the carriage, the endless plain, pale with feces in it|yellow post road winding and stretching, like a road of no return with unpredictable future.