Chapter 78: The storm rises again (1)

When Hou Dayong opened his eyes, the sunlight had already illuminated the window frame, and the birds in the yard were chirping, "What a wonderful morning."

Fu Ying leaned sideways, her head against Hou Dayong's shoulders, and the black long wind covered her face in a mess. She was like a greedy child, and her right hand was still holding Hou Dayong's arm in her sleep. Hou Dayong turned over and supported her body, sorted Fu Ying's long hair, then leaned down and gently kissed Fu Ying's face. Fu Ying's faint body fragrance and faint fragrance made Hou Dayong deeply intoxicated. Hou Dayong slowly pulled out his arm. The madness last night must have made Xiaoying very tired. Hou Dayong was very surprised by his physical ability. Is the Tiandeng Gong really so magical?

Fu Ying opened her eyes slightly and watched Hou Dayong get out of bed. She stretched out her hand and grabbed Hou Dayong's arm.

"Xiaoying, are you awake?" Hou Dayong had to practice morning exercises every morning, regardless of the wind and rain. Although he had a lot of exercise last night, his morning homework could not be pulled down. He patted Fu Ying's face and said, "Sleep for a while, I'm going to exercise."

"Lying with me for a while, I'll do it?" Fu Ying was fooling and grabbed Lang Jun's arm tighter. When Hou Dayong turned over, she actually woke up, but she was reluctant to destroy such a beautiful scenery.

Hearing Fu Ying begging softly, Hou Dayong lay down again and hugged Fu Ying in his arms.

In late July, the temperature was already very high. After the struggles last night, both of them wore very little. A trace of sunlight shone through the window frame and shone on Fu Ying's shoulders. Fu Ying's smooth and delicate skin was like the famous silk in Chengdu in the sun.

"After giving birth to Zonglin, am I very fat?" Fu Ying cared about her body shape very much. Although the Tang Dynasty regarded fat as beauty, Daliang now prefers a thin body. After Fu Ying gave birth to a child, her body also changed slightly, which was plump and more delicate and stylish than the Girls' Generation. But she always felt that she was too fat.

Hou Dayong kissed Fu Ying's earlobe and said perfunctorily: "I'm not fat, Xiaoying is not fat at all." His hands kept wandering on Fu Ying's body, and finally stopped in front of Fu Ying's chest. Fu Ying's eyes were watery under Hou Dayong's precise and old-fashioned technique. She leaned into Hou Dayong's ear and threatened: "Dayong, if this happens, don't think about practicing martial arts this morning." Hou Dayong smiled and said, "Practicing martial arts is exercise, and this is also exercise, and the effect should be similar." After that, he pulled Fu Ying over and sucked the beautiful buds on his chest.

When the two walked out of the yard, it was already the sunrise. The maid beside Fu Ying had been waiting for a long time. Soon, they brought two bowls of fragrant millet porridge, a basket of exquisite buns, a plate of braised golden beef and two cups of horse breasts from the kitchen. Fu Ying watched Hou Dayong swept away the rich breakfast like a wind and clouds. Her husband was such a brave man. Seeing him eating was also a great enjoyment in life.

Hou Dayong eliminated the last piece of beef, and the girl quickly stepped forward to clean the table, "Eat well in the morning. Eat enough at noon and eat less at night. This is the best eating habit. Look at how good I am in shape, one is to exercise every day, and the other is to eat reasonably." When Hou Dayong talked about exercising every day, he blinked meaningfully. Fu Ying quickly understood Hou Dayong's implicit meaning. His pretty face turned slightly red, and he looked at the man in a good mood happily.

"Okay, I'm going to go to Situ Xu, the Minister of Personnel. He invited me to lunch before he had breakfast. How could he eat it at noon?" Hou Dayong stood up and did a few chest expansion exercises.

Situ Xu, the Minister of Personnel, was once a subordinate of Fu Ying's father and served as the secretary of the prefect of the Jiedushi. He was a typical literati. He was good at writing and always smiled. Fu Ying thought of Situ Xu's fat appearance and said with a smile: "Why are you familiar with Situ Xu? I think you have a very different personality."

"We met at Wang Pu's house that day, and he also helped me a lot." Hou Dayong told Fu Ying about Situ Xu's help to transfer Liang Shouheng and Huo Zhixing to Fengzhou.

Fu Ying did not object to the Langjun going to see Situ Xu. She said, "Situ Xu has outstanding literary talent and strict thinking. He was highly valued when he was in front of his father's account. His ability to enter the Ministry of Personnel has a lot to do with his father's strong recommendation. Therefore, he respected his father very much. These things were just under his jurisdiction. He would not refuse small things. The Langjun did not have much contact with the court officials from Zhengzhou to Fengzhou. During this period, he could just walk around and communicate information, which might be helpful to Fengzhou."

Hou Dayong knew that Situ Xu invited him to dinner for another reason. He recently took a concubine. Meng Shu gave him a big red envelope in the name of Hou Dayong. I think Situ Xu was treating him to dinner for this matter.

There was a lively and more than 30 people attended the banquet. The Minister of War Zhang Zhao, Deputy Commander of the Palace Front Department Han Tong and Hou Dayong were the highest-ranking people. Each of them had a separate tea table and sat at the top of the hall. The rest were two or three people using a tea table. Except for Wang Pu, the rest of the people in Wang Pu's mansion were all present. Jing Hao and Xue Juzheng sat in the first row on the left. Jing Hao swept away the arrogance that day and went forward to greet Hou Dayong intimately.

As expected by Hou Dayong, Situ Xu talked a lot for a long time before the banquet began. Finally, when the speech was about to end, he vaguely pointed out the theme of today's banquet, and then the banquet officially began.

The banquet at Situ Xu's house is much more interesting than Wang Pu's banquet. Except for Hou Dayong, Wang Pu's banquet was all literati. At Situ Xu's banquet, one-third were military officers, mostly intermediate military officers of the Palace Front Office and the Guard Office. After a few glasses of wine, the military officers naturally gathered together. Since the Battle of Gaoping, Hou Dayong was also considered a famous figure in the army of the Great Zhou Dynasty. These officers were in the Battle of Gaoping.

At that time, most of them were still low-level officers and had no chance to deal with Hou Dayong. They met unexpectedly today, so they refused to miss this opportunity to toast. Especially at the instruction of Zhang Zhao and Han Tong, the enthusiasm of these officers toast was even higher, which made Hou Dayong feel the atmosphere of returning to the military camp. He was willing to accept these officers and generously clinked with them. Fortunately, the old wine was very low, and after touching more than a dozen glasses of wine, he was not drunk.

"Ba, bha" Situ Xu stood up and patted his palms twice. After everyone calmed down a little, he said mysteriously: "Today, there are two treasures to show you."

Seeing that Situ Xu had arrangements and programs, the officers returned to their positions. Hou Dayong then surrounded the officers and escaped.

The two maids walked to the middle of the hall and carefully unfolded a scroll.

Situ Xu said: "This is Mr. Haoran's latest masterpiece - "Kuang Lutu""

Jing Hao is a master of painting in the world. His paintings are sought after by aristocratic families and are hard to find. I heard that it is Jing Hao's latest painting, and everyone focused their attention on Jing Hao. Jing Hao did not look at everyone, but just looked at the unfolded scroll, an expression that was intoxicated by it.

Most of the literati here have some identities in Daliang City and have a high vision. After carefully reading "Kuang Lutu", everyone couldn't help but exclaim "tsk, tsk" in praise. When the military officers saw that the literati were praised so much, they must have praised this painting, so they also praised it with "tsk, tsk".

Xue Juzheng witnessed the birth of this "Kuang Lutu". He was also conquered by this painting from the bottom of his heart. While everyone was still savoring it, he admired and said: "Wu Daozi painted landscapes with brush but no ink; Xiang Rong had ink but no ink, but only Mr. Haoran picked up the strengths of his two sons. To form a family body is actually the best in the painting."

When Jing Hao heard Xue Juzheng's comments on him so high, he felt proud, but said, "Wu Daozi and Xiang Rong are senior masters. How can Haoran compete with them?"

Zhang Zhao was originally a civil servant, and the Minister of War was a minister, which was an exception. He thought that he was good at everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. After reading "Kuang Lutu", he sighed with emotion: "The peak is straight, and it is about to move. The peaks are gathered together, like lotus blooming, a line of waterfalls, falling. Pavilions, bridges, forests, and windings are hidden, profound, mysterious, and vague. When Mr. Haoran painted this painting, all the paintings in Daliang City lost their color."

When Situ Xu saw "Kuang Lutu" appear, he really shocked everyone. He smiled secretly and looked at Hou Dayong first. Then nodded to Jing Hao. Jing Hao nodded with smugness. Situ Xu said proudly: "Kuang Lutu" is just a treasure today, and there is another treasure below. I want to ask everyone to taste it."

Everyone here has already been hung up by Situ Xu, and they are eagerly waiting for the second treasure to appear.

Two maids walked in and put on a Hu chair. Then, a young woman walked in with a strange-looking piano. The woman was tall, with dazzling white skin, slightly yellow hair, and a tall nose. She walked to the middle of the hall and gave a generous gift to everyone.

Hou Dayong recognized at a glance that the woman was holding "Husitar". Guli Luo Yan had played this piano, and this woman looked so beautiful that she was obviously a mixed-race man.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by the beauty. The hall was so quiet that he could hear heavy breathing. An officer burped without knowing the situation, which attracted everyone's attention.

Situ Xu was like a director in a stage play. All plots were unfolded under his arrangement. He looked at the expressions of everyone with satisfaction and said, "This is my newly included concubine. Thanks to everyone's care, let her play a song for everyone to express her gratitude."

Everyone then realized that this was Situ Xu's second treasure. A guest muttered, "Brother Situ is really blessed."

The woman in the hall held a huqin and her expression became quite focused. She spun it casually, and a string of metal-like sounds emerged from the piano, from slow to fast. After a few short sections, the sound of the piano became excited, like a galloping army, with great momentum. After several extremely high syllables, the music slowed down, but became like crying and complaining.

Everyone was stunned by this piece of music, and the hall was silent.

The woman sang in the extremely authentic Jingzhao Mansion accent: The river goes east, the waves wash away, and the heroes of all ages. To the west of the old building, the humanity is the red cliff of Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. The rocks collapse clouds, the waves slam the shore, and thousands of snow are rolled up. The country is like a painting, and there are so many heroes at the moment! I remember Gongjin back then, Xiao Qiao was married, with a heroic figure, a feather fan and a scarpment. While chatting and laughing, the masts and oars were destroyed. The homeland is wandering, and the affectionate one should laugh at me, and she had a bright hair. The world is like a dream, and a bottle will be poured on the moon in the river.

The woman's voice was very good, and she was in harmony with Husitar's voice and color. She suddenly felt like she was standing by the Yangtze River. The wind blew, the river water and rocks were rippling in front of her.

After the song was sung, everyone in the hall did not respond for a long time. Situ Xu, Xue Juzheng, Jing Hao, Zhang Zheng and others had heard Hou Dayong's lyrics at Wang Pu's home, but Zhang Zhao, Han Tong and others were fascinated by him. They didn't come back to their senses for a long time. Hou Dayong did not expect that the woman was singing his own pirated version, and he did not expect that this masterpiece of eternity was sang a bit excited, generous and sad. He slapped the table suddenly and said loudly: "Sing well." Everyone in the hall then reacted and slapped the table one after another. For a moment, the sound of "bang, bang" was endless, and there were plates and bowls falling to the ground.

Han Tong was also an inspiring general. He felt that every word he had penetrated into his heart and scratched the softness of his heart without armor. He murmured: "The world is like a dream, a bottle of water will be poured into the moon in the river! The world is like a dream, a bottle of water will be poured into the moon in the river!"

The woman put down Hu Xibal and said to Situ Xu: "My husband said to the little girl, "The gentleman who wrote the lyrics is here today, I don't know which one is. The little girl wants to pay a visit to this gentleman in person."

Situ Xu walked to Hou Dayong with a smile and said, "In the past, I only knew that the Jiedushi was planning and winning a thousand miles. When I heard "Nian Nujiao. Nostalgia on the Red Cliff", I realized that the Jiedushi's articles were romantic. The Jiangnan group was far from small."

The woman looked at Hou Dayong carefully, but didn't say anything. She put her hands together and put them on her chest, lowered her head and bent her knees, bowed her deep salute to Hou Dayong.

Hou Dayong's mind flashed: "When Guli Luo Yan left, he solemnly performed the same etiquette as this woman did. This woman's appearance showed that she had Western blood and the land she used was Huxital, which was rarely used by Uighurs. The origin of this woman was self-evident. Just like Guli Luo Yan, it must be a gift from Sogdian merchant Luo Ling to Situ Xu, the minister of the Ministry of Personnel."

When everyone in the hall heard what Situ Xu said, they realized that this word was written by Hou Dayong, the governor of Xiongsheng Army who was famous for his military achievements. They were even more surprised and widened their eyes and could not believe it.

Zhang Zhao's face showed a look of drinking sweet spring, and said, "A picture of "Kuang Lutu" and a poem of "Nian Nujiao. Nostalgia of the Red Cliff" will definitely be passed down for thousands of years. Today is really worth this trip, it is worth this trip!"

Jing Hao smiled and said, "Without "Nian Nujiao. Nostalgia for the Red Cliff", there would be no "Kuang Lutu". Here I heard this masterpiece of human singing. I had the inspiration to paint "Kuang Lutu"."

That day, Hou Dayong returned home from Wang Pu's mansion. Sitting in the carriage, Hou Dayong memorized "Nian Nujiao. Nostalgia for the Ancients of Red Cliffs" again. Suddenly, he found that in a hurry, he recited Su Shi's "a romantic figure for the ages" into a "hero figure for the ages". However, the lyrics he recited were like water splashed out, and could no longer be changed. At this time, Hou Dayong saw the eyes of several young literati in the hall gradually gushing out the enthusiasm that only the star-chasing tribes in the future had, and felt even more ashamed.

The banquet continued from noon until it was slightly dark. As soon as Hou Dayong entered the house, the housekeeper said, "Shopkeeper Meng came in the afternoon and was still waiting for the governor in the hall."

When Hou Dayong saw Meng Shu, who had always been calm, felt a little anxious. He knew that something must have happened. He turned around and walked towards the study, and Meng Shu followed closely behind.

Meng Shu calmed down his mind and said, "A group of Dangxiang tribes followed the Qingshui River to defeat the Guyuan Uighur Army, and then bypassed Weizhou to Jingzhou. Bai Chongzan, the governor of Zhangyi from Heyang to Jingzhou, overlooked the enemy's hiding, and died in Hexiongshan, 30 miles outside Jingzhou City. He was recently transferred from Cangzhou to the Jienan Jiedushi Li Hui, the governor of Xiongsheng Army, and Shi Hu, the deputy governor of Xiongsheng Army, led troops to support Jingzhou from the east and the south. The war was very tight."

"The Dangxiang people wandering around the Qingshui River have defeated the Tubo people of Hunmo, and their strength cannot be underestimated. The famous Heyang general Bai Chongzan has just arrived in Jingzhou and has not yet fought with the tribes in the northwest. He is not familiar with the tactics of the tribes in the northwest, and they are inherently defeated. However, now Shi Hu leads the Black Eagle Army to the south of Jingzhou, and the Dangxiang people cannot take much advantage." Hou Dayong stood by the study map, and he seemed to smell the bloody smell in the air again, and heard the sound of war horses galloping like thunder.

"Weizhou, Jingzhou and Fangzhou all have branches of wealthy shops. After the Uighurs and Dangxiang people fought against each other, the shopkeepers of the branch in Weizhou and Jingzhou saw that the Dangxiang people were in great power and were afraid that after the Dangxiang people defeated the Uighurs, they would take advantage of the situation to attack the Great Zhou territory. They have retreated to the Bianzhou now and there is nothing to do for the time being."

"After Bai Chongzan died in the battle in Heyang, the people from Feiying Hall kept circulating news here, stopping and stopping. Five good horses were exhausted along the way, and they did not waste time at all. The speed should be very fast. I think Your Majesty has not received the news that the war in the west has resumed."

While listening to Meng Shu's report, Hou Dayong stared at the map. After Meng Shu said something important, he stood aside and looked at the map. This map is a masterpiece of the Lion Camp. It goes to Dali in the south, to Xuelingge River in the north, to the sea in the east, to the Black Khanate in the west, not only has a wide area, but also very detailed.

After two incense sticks, Hou Dayong turned around and asked Meng Shu: "Jingyuan, are the Dangxiang people and the Uighurs fighting in Jingyuan?"

Meng Shu said: "Jingyuan is more than 400 miles away. The people in Feiying Hall are mainly active in the territory and do not know about the Jingyuan war."

Hou Dayong looked back at the map for a while and said, "The teleportation of this information in Feiying Hall is very timely. How long do you think His Majesty will get the news?"

Meng Shu thought for a while and said, "Two days later, I think the messenger from the State of Fuzhou and the messenger from Fengzhou will arrive at Daliang."
Chapter completed!