"Lu Boyan has returned to Jianye!"

  Entering the end of spring in the fifth year of Yanxi, the weather in Guanzhong has become slightly dry and warm.

  Secretary Zhang was wearing a dark silver short jacket with a narrow lapel and small sleeves covering the collar, a short light yellow satin pleat inside, a bowknot and long tassel five-color palace sash tightly tied around the waist, and deerskin boots on his feet.

  Holding another document in his hand, the book is gentle, but also reveals a faint sense of competence, quite a bit of the demeanor of a female white-collar worker.

  Seeing Da Sima Feng's eyes straightened a little, Secretary Zhang gave him a blank look, and repeated it with a heavier tone:

   "Lu Boyan has returned to Jianye!"

   "Oh, I heard it." Feng Da Sima reached out to take the official document, casually flipped through it, and then threw it on the case, "Which route did the news come from?"

  The news from Jingzhou was sent back to Chang'an, and there were three lines in total.

  The safest route is naturally to enter Shu from Nanjun to Yong'an, and then spread from Shu to Guanzhong.

   At the same time, this is also the farthest and slowest one.

  The closest one is to cross the Han River from Jingzhou to the north, avoiding the eyes and ears of the Wei army, looking for people to the rare mountain trail and dangerous road, bypassing Caoqiao Pass, and then taking Wuguan Road to Wuguan.

   This article is not necessary, not only dangerous, but also the risk of exposure is too great.

  After Wu State took Xiangyang, Shangyong, which was sandwiched between Xiangyang and Nanyang in Hanzhong, became a semi-enclave of Wei State, which can also be said to be a tasteless land.

  Whether the Wu army is going upstream from Xiangyang, or the Wei army is going to support from Nanyang, we must beware of being attacked by the opponent's flank or even stealing the back.

   This is also one of the reasons why Lu Xun did not immediately send troops to Shangyong after taking Xiangyang.

   Only the Han army can flow down the river from Hanzhong without any scruples.

  So Feng Da Sima asked for Shangyong, so he had confidence.

  The three kingdoms of Han, Wei and Wu all stared at Shangyong.

   At the center of the storm, Shangyong was panicked and fell into chaos.

  The chaotic situation gave those who cared about it an opportunity to take advantage of it.

   Xinghanhui, which is about to infiltrate Jingzhou into a sieve, naturally cannot miss this route.

  This line is not only close, but also has a lower risk.

   Sure enough, Secretary Zhang replied:

   "From Shangyong to Hanzhong, and then from Hanzhong to the Ziwu Valley to Chang'an."

  Compared to Feng Da Sima's indifference, Secretary Zhang's brows and eyes were quite happy.

  But seeing her lift up her skirt, she sat beside Feng Da Sima, and said happily:

   "It seems that the letter written by A Lang is still effective. Even Lu Xun dare not take it lightly."

   To arrange such a deadlock against Lu Xun, not only must a deep understanding of people's hearts, especially Sun Quan's psychology.

   Moreover, the game of Wu Guochaotang, and even the military forces of all parties in Jingzhou and Shangyong must be taken into consideration.

   Plus a little forward-looking—historical forward-looking.

  Of course, the most important thing is Ji Han's confidence.

  Strong confidence is fundamental.

  Secretary Zhang was inexplicably excited to be able to participate in such a major event of seeking the country and the temple.

   After all, from the very beginning, she followed the man in front of her with all her heart. Didn't she want to be free and comfortable, and to prove that women don't give in to men?

   "In the battle of Yiling, the late emperor was defeated by Lu Xun, which put the country in extreme danger, and there was almost a fear of overthrow."

   "But the prime minister is still determined to re-alliance with Wu, and even later admits that the Eastern and Western emperors respect each other, why?"

  Feng Da Sima seemed to have expected this situation early on, but his face was calm, "At that time, the Han was weak, and he wanted something from Wu Ye."

   "However, today is not the same as in the past. Han and Wu are strong and weak. Whether it is Sun Quan or Lu Xun, no matter how unwilling you are, you should know the difficulty of going against the general trend."

   "What's more," Feng Da Sima said in a leisurely tone, relaxed and freehand with the confidence to grasp the opportunity, "Sun Quan is old!"

  At this moment, except for someone like Feng, probably no one has realized that the death of Sun Deng, the Crown Prince of Wu State, is an extremely important historical turning point for Wu State.

  Sun Quan's ignorance in his later years is a major criticism often raised by later generations.

  In particular, he deliberately provoked the dispute between the two palaces of Nanlu and Lu, causing almost all the important officials of Wu Guochaotang to fall into the vortex of party struggle.

  In the eyes of many people in later generations, this is simply a mysterious operation of intelligent extinction.

  However, when Feng Da Sima experienced this era, he vaguely guessed the possible reason.

  Sun Quan's operation is possible, but it is not a mystery at all.

the reason is simple:

  Sun Quan is old!

  He feels that he has no time and energy, and God may not give him another chance to train a successor like Sun Deng.

  In order to pick a qualified heir from many sons, he had no choice but to adopt the most intense and cruel method, which is also the most effective and fastest method—raising Gu.

   At the same time, he just took this opportunity to remove all obstacles from the ruling and opposition parties for the newcomers of the Sun family.

  Lu Xun, who has made great achievements and has guarded the half of the country west of Yuzhang in the state of Wu for more than ten years, has unmatched prestige in the government and the public, must be Sun Quan's goal.

   Not to mention that Lu Xun is still a representative of the Jiangdong clan.

  Not to mention the stability of the Sun family's future emperor's status, but the grievances between the Sun family and the Jiangdong clan, Lu Xun was basically doomed to a tragic fate.

   As long as Sun Quan has a bit of a political mind, it is impossible to leave Lu Xun to the next emperor.

  In other words, leave Lu Xun, who holds real power, to the next emperor.

   And Feng Da Sima just took advantage of the situation and pushed behind Wu Guojun and his ministers.

   "If Lu Xun never returned to Jingzhou after he went to Jianye, then we can be sure that Sun Quan must have had a grudge against him."

  Feng Da Sima restrained his smile, and even sighed vaguely:

   "My letter is just an excuse for Sun Quan."

  Why is there such a saying as “tune the tiger away from the mountain”?

  Because the only way to find a way to move the tiger away from its familiar territory is to find a chance to start.

  If Sun Quan transferred Lu Xun away from Jingzhou, it would be the same reason.

  Secretary Zhang looked at Da Sima Feng with a strange expression on his face:

   "It sounds like you are quite sorry?"

   "Yes," Da Sima Feng was not afraid to deny this in front of Secretary Zhang, "Lu Xun is a great talent, loyal and sincere, and has made many great contributions to Wu."

   "It's a pity that Sun Quan seems to be open-minded and magnanimous, but he is actually mean and ungrateful. If he has an opinion on Lu Xun, Lu Xun may not die well. It's a pity..."

  Zhang Xiaosi's expression became even weirder:

   "You have calculated others like this, and you are here to feel sorry for him. This can be called showing off jade and Jia Shiye? It really is a clever talk!"

  Feng Da Sima gave a "tsk" and said dissatisfiedly:

   "I cherish Lu Xun because of his personality and talent; I attack him because he is my opponent, and the two do not conflict."

  Glanced at Zhang Xiaosi, "If we change places, maybe Lu Xun will do the same."

   "Replacement?" Secretary Zhang's eyes flashed, "What do you mean?"

  She looked outside subconsciously, then turned her head again, and lowered her voice:

   "There hasn't been any movement in the palace lately, right? You are..."

   "What are you thinking?" Feng Da Sima "tsk" again, feeling that he couldn't explain clearly to this suspicious woman, "What about Sun Quan and Lu Xun, why are you talking about the palace again?"

   "Oh, I thought... huh."

   Zhang Xiaosi was sure that he was thinking too much, and he was a little embarrassed:

   "Speaking of which, Alang managed to transfer Lu Xun away from Jingzhou, and let Ma Di assist your two disciples to attack Shangyong. He loves them."

   "I only hope that they can understand your hard work as a gentleman, and don't let people down."

   "It doesn't matter if you lose. How can someone be born to fight? Isn't it all done step by step?"

  Feng Da Sima didn't care, "Anyway, Shangyong is there, and he can't escape. After losing the first time, let's sum up the experience and lessons and fight again."

  Lu Xun left Jingzhou, and the generals of the Wu army in Xiangyang were no longer afraid.

   And it was not so easy for Wei Jun in Nanyang to rescue Shangyong.

   Isn't Shangyong a good place for beginners to gain experience?

  Luo Xian and Fu Qian are both talented, and with the addition of Ma Di, they are more than mediocre.

   Ma Su has been held down to do practical work to gain experience all these years.

   The problem of high-sightedness and low-handedness should be corrected after so many years.

   After all, even if you are a pig, after experiencing so many things, you know that you have been eaten.

   "As for the matter in the south, we can just go to the theater and don't worry too much."

   "Don't worry about the things in the south, how about the things in the north?"

   "What's going on up north?"

   "Shangdang prefect Shi Zhongrong moved very quickly. As soon as the weather turned warmer, he sent the first batch of people who were going to be exiled to Jiuyuan."

"oh?"

  When Feng Da Sima heard this, his spirits lifted, and he sat up straight: "How many people?"

   "There are more than 400 people and nearly 500 people, all of them are local wealthy families. The crimes are either thieves or capital thieves. The masterminds are punished, the land is deprived, and the three clans are exiled in Henan and Hejian (that is, Hetao)."

  Secretary Zhang took a deep breath and felt a cool, swishing air between his teeth.

  Feng Da Sima glanced at Zhang Xiaosi.

  Si Niang is still much softer than her elder sister.

  If it was Zhang Xingcai, he might not even blink his eyes.

   "Is the evidence solid?"

   "Most of them were reported by others, and no fabrications have been found for the time being."

   "Then follow the procedure. No matter how many people are sent, as long as they are not wronged, they will all follow the established rules."

  As for why so many people were implicated at once, do you still have to ask?

  Because some people want to quickly grow cotton in Kanto, and some people want to use Tongyi to accumulate capital and then make a comeback.

   One's own people play against one's own people, that's called cruelty.

   Coupled with the government's push to fuel the flames.

  The tide is surging, there is always someone who will become the fuel and price of this era, right?

Who is the one?

  The first batch of fuel and price must be those who lost the bet.

  Who told you to stand on the wrong team?

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   Starting from Chang'an, Qin Zhidao was like a major artery from the first day it was built, closely connecting Guanzhong and Henan.

  Controlling the Henan land not only means that there can be a steady stream of war horses, but also means that there is the thickest barrier in the north of Guanzhong.

   It can even "widen China" and use it as the "basic of destroying the Hu".

  For hundreds of years, the Qin, the former Han, and the later Han never officially gave up trying to control the Henan land. The biggest reason is also based on this.

  In the early years, Feng Da Sima traveled thousands of miles, led the army from Liangzhou to the east, entered Henan, and slaughtered tens of thousands of cavalry troops.

   Later, it was suggested that the imperial court set up the Jiuyuan Governor's Mansion to actually control the Guanzhong barrier again.

  When Emperor Jihan moved his capital to Chang'an, for the sake of stability in Guanzhong and war horses in the army, it is impossible to give up the national policy that has lasted for hundreds of years.

  Over the years, although Ji Han suffered from the fact that the thieves were still alive and the treasury was tight, he never thought of giving up Henan.

   On the contrary, under the impetus of Feng Da Sima, the imperial court continued to adopt various policies and tried their best to make it a real Han land again.

   And if you want to become a Han land there, you need Han people.

  At this time, a team of Han people was walking on the Qin Zhi Road that meanders around Qiaoshan.

  Their direction is Jiuyuan in the north.

  Qin Zhidao on Qiaoshan Mountain is all built on the ridge, walking on it, you can directly overlook the mountain.

  At this time, Qiaoshan is covered with lush forests, looking from Qin Zhidao, the eyes are full of wildness.

  Looking back, the mountains are stacked and endless, and Chang'an is no longer visible.

   It makes people suddenly feel sad.

   "Don't stop, don't look back, don't dawdle, it's not time to rest yet."

   There was a scolding sound in my ear.

  Feng Chuan quickly withdrew his gaze and walked with his head down again.

  Beside him, there were men and women, and many of them had sad expressions on their faces, but they didn't dare to cry.

   After turning over the main peak of Qiaoshan Mountain, continue to the north, and the mountain becomes lower and lower until it enters the flat land.

  The Qiaoshan mountain range, like a giant beast, lies behind them, preventing them from turning back and returning to their hometown and the Central Plains again.

  More and more people have turned from sadness to despair, and finally only numbness is left.

  I only know to follow the team forward, to the north.

  The sea of ​​forests that covered the sky and the sun gradually turned into sparse bushes.

   From the bushes to the waist-high barren grassland.

  At night, you can even hear the howling of hungry wolves not far away.

   Fortunately, Feng Chuan's team has been walking on Qin Zhidao.

  After these years of repairs, although Qin Zhidao is not as it was in its heyday, there are post stations, military cities, and even palaces on both sides of the road.

   But every other distance, the Jihan court would build a post post.

  Beside many post offices, there are even temporary warehouses and guest houses belonging to the Xinghan Club.

   With the post post as the center, some rest places for business travelers gradually formed.

  These places can provide people like Feng Chuan with hot water, food, and places to rest.

  On the road, you can even occasionally see horse teams coming and going.

  Although it is only occasionally, it shows that the connection between the north and Guanzhong is getting closer and closer.

  The further north you go, the more the trees planted on both sides of Qinzhi Road are damaged.

  Feng Chuan also noticed that there were some trees that had not yet grown up on both sides of the damaged road section.

   Obviously, it is very likely that the imperial court specially sent someone to replant it.

  Thanks to the convenience of Qin Zhidao, the actual treatment of people like Feng Chuan seems to be much better than the imaginary exile in the frontier.

  In addition to supplementing food at the post station, there are even team medical workers in the team.

  Although except for two medical workers who seemed to have some experience, the rest of them were all young, and the fluff on their lips hadn't even faded.

   But in this case, even a little hope can be comforting.

   It is precisely because of what they have seen and heard along the way, Feng Chuan and others, after experiencing from sadness to despair, and then numbness, they can't help raising a glimmer of hope:

  Maybe, Jiuyuan is not as bad as I imagined?

  This kind of mentality, rather than having a one-ten-thousandth hope, it is better to say that you will not die until the big river, and comfort yourself.

   Gradually, after passing through the desolate and uninhabited grassland, the scenery ahead seemed to begin to change again.

   Not only does the mouth and nose feel moist, but the breeze blowing over also has a faint smell of mutton, as well as the smell of cow and sheep feces.

  When they saw an incomparably huge silver belt surrounding the herds of cattle and sheep, Wuyuan arrived.