After listening to what Zhang Xingyi said, Guan Ji put down the charcoal in her hand, walked over and looked at the sand table, with a thoughtful look on her face.

She thought for a long time, then picked up the whip and tapped it on the sand table:

"Since the Han Dynasty, Anding County has been a half-wall barrier preventing the barbarians from the northern desert from going south. It would be a good thing if we could find out the details of the Qiang Hu in the northern desert in advance."

Zhang Xingyi looked along Guan Ji's whip, but saw that her whip was not pointed at Anding County, but at an unmarked blank space.

She pointed to the place where the whip hit and asked, "Where is this place?"

"Beidi County, the other half of the barrier to the north of Chang'an."

Guan Ji replied.

Anding County and Beidi County, one to the west and one to the east, guard the north of Chang'an.

During the Pre-Han Dynasty, the Huns often entered through Xiaoguan in Anding County and threatened Chang'an.

During the reign of Emperor Xiaowu, the country's strength increased. Emperor Xiaowu went out to Xiaoguan twice to inspect the northwest border and put troops on the fortress to intimidate the Huns.

After the Xiongnu were repeatedly defeated by the Han Dynasty and were no longer able to invade the south, Anding County was able to truly stabilize.

As for Beidi County, it was occupied by Wei Xiao in the early Later Han Dynasty. Qiang and Hu people were entrenched here, forcing Han officials to move inward.

In the late Han Dynasty, there was also the Liangzhou Rebellion, and the Qiang and Hu from the northern counties responded one after another, forcing Han officials to continue to move south.

Today's Beidi County boundary is less than 30% of the original, and the northern boundary has become a land for Qiang and Hu horses to herd.

Zhang Xingyi's eyes fell on the blank space next to Anding County and murmured: "In other words, the barbarians in the desert can enter Beidi County directly from the north?"

Guan Ji nodded, "That's right."

Her whip drew a circle around the north, representing Northland County:

"This place used to be the territory of the Han Dynasty, but during the reign of Emperor Huanling, Xianbei Hu repeatedly invaded the south."

"In addition, Emperor Ling sent a large army to the fortress for more than 2,000 miles, but was defeated by the Xianbei Hu, and almost all the army was wiped out. Since then, the northern part of Beidi County has been given to the Hu people."

Zhang Xingyi's mind was spinning very fast. When he heard Guan Ji's words, he immediately understood:

"Sister, are you trying to take advantage of the barbarians in the north of Beidi County?"

Because Xiaoguan blocked the way for the barbarians from the north to go south, the boundaries of Anding County have not changed much, but Beidi County does not have such a dangerous pass.

Guan Ji shook her head, "How can it be that easy? The barbarians are not of my race, and their minds must be different. How can we take advantage of them before we are sure that we can control them?"

"If we let them go south, I'm afraid they will suffer backlash. The Liangzhou rebellion is a lesson learned from the past, so it's too early to take advantage of them now."

Why did the Han Dynasty delay in entering Liangzhou despite having the ability to do so?

As the close friend of the Colonel Protecting Qiang, Guan Ji was deeply influenced by Feng Junhou, so she naturally had a far-sighted vision than Zhang Xingyi.

The strength of Liangzhou is one aspect, and the integration of the Hu people is also another aspect.

Liangzhou is difficult to govern because the local powerful people are entangled with the barbarians. Only by separating the two can we start to govern.

Now it seems that Alang was indeed prescient.

Otherwise, if something happens in Guanzhong, the Protector Qiang Colonel's Mansion and the Longyou Governor's Mansion may not be able to go east.

Thinking of this, Guan Ji asked again:

"Where is the prince now? When will he return?"

Zhang Xingyi was startled when he heard this and glanced at Guan Ji involuntarily:

"You should have returned to Longyou. As for where exactly you are, my little sister doesn't know."

Guan Ji nodded: "If you have returned to Longyou, then Alang should go to Jicheng first."

Coming out of Qishan, if you want to go north to Pingxiang, you will definitely pass through Jicheng.

Therefore, when Guan Ji said "a trip to Jicheng", she did not mean passing by Jicheng, but that she went to discuss matters with General Zhao.

Hearing these words, Zhang Xingyi curled his lips secretly:

Ha! So what if you know his schedule? As for showing off to me? Where he goes is none of my business?

After thinking about it, Secretary Zhang kicked the table leg angrily and cursed in his heart: "You are so heartless!"

Jicheng.

Main Street in front of the Governor's Mansion in Longyou.

The news from Guanzhong has spread more or less throughout Jicheng.

Although it hasn't caused panic yet, there aren't many people wandering around on the streets.

There were sergeants on the street beating gongs to clean the streets, and shouting at the few pedestrians on the street to get out of the way.

Soon, a group of knights came from a short distance like wind and clouds, their iron hooves stepping on the ground, making a dull sound of thunder.

"Hush!"

The leading knight reined in his horse in front of the Governor's Mansion. As the tall war horse's front hooves fell from the air, the knight on the horse turned over and landed on the ground, throwing away the reins at the same time.

The guards who had been guarding the gate of the Governor's Mansion hurried forward, catching the reins with one hand and holding the bridle with the other.

"I have met the king!"

Zhao Yun's personal guard commander saluted.

Feng Yong slightly nodded, without stopping at all, and hurriedly walked towards the door: "Where is the old general?"

"I am waiting for you at my house. Please come with me."

The captain of the guard trotted ahead to lead the way.

Just like Zhao Yun could enter and leave the Qiang Protector's mansion at will, Feng Junhou could also directly visit General Zhao at his door without sending a greeting card in advance.

Compared with the slightly tense atmosphere in Jicheng, the Dudu Mansion, which guards Longyou's safety, is much more relaxed.

Because the Governor of Longyou was still in the mood to practice shooting.

Feng Yong stood next to the martial arts training ground, watching the spear in Zhao Yun's hand dancing like a pear blossom, and his somewhat impatient mood relaxed.

Seeing the wonderful things, Feng Yong clapped his hands and praised: "The old general is really getting stronger with age, and his majesty has not diminished before!"

After practicing a round of spear skills, Zhao Yun handed the gun to the guard waiting next to him, then took the towel and wiped his sweat:

"I know my own body, and if I can live one day now, I will earn one more day. How dare I compare myself to General Fubo (Ma Yuan, Lao Dang Yizhuang, as he calls himself)?"

When Feng Yong saw that Zhao Yun had finished wiping his sweat, he was about to reach out and take the towel, but Zhao Yun glared at him and threw the towel to the guard beside him.

Feng Yong was startled and did not react for a moment:

The old man looks like this, does he have a problem with me? I didn't offend you, did I? I didn't call the Cao thief in Guanzhong. What do you mean?

After all, I am also a prince, can't you give me some face?

Zhao Yun waved his hand and told everyone to get down, and then he started walking in front of himself, and then he lectured:

"I know that you and Erlang are as close as brothers, and privately regard me as an elder. That is natural. But you are here today for official business."

"I asked you to come in through the front door. Don't you still understand your identity? After all, you are a prince of the Han Dynasty. You can't act like a prince in front of your servants?"

"Bend yourself to serve me. Is that what you, a high-ranking captain who protects the Qiang, should do?"

Feng Yongzheng followed behind full of slander. Only when he heard these words did he understand.

At that moment, he said nonchalantly: "Old general, it doesn't matter in private. Besides, the guards in this house are not outsiders..."

The personal guard is a general's last guarantee and the most trustworthy person.

They and the general have a life-or-death, good-and-bad relationship.

Zhao Yun walked in front and did not answer Feng Yong's words. He led him directly to a deserted small hall. After sitting down, he pointed around:

"Now it's called private."

Feng Yong understood, picked up the teapot on the table, poured a bowl of tea for Zhao Yun, and then found a place to sit down.

Zhao Yun was probably really thirsty and drank most of the bowl of tea before continuing:

"How old are you? You still don't understand what I just meant? I'm telling you that you are a personal guard? I'm reminding you that you should pay attention to your identity in the future."

As he said that, he spit out a leaf stem and said, "I will earn one more day for each day I live, but you are different. Each day you live, you will suffer one more day."

"Because among your generation, you are probably the most outstanding one. This important task of destroying thieves and reviving the Han Dynasty must be completed by you to assist your majesty. I guess I can't wait..."

Feng Yong said quickly: "I just watched the old general dance with his gun. I'm afraid I can't survive three moves with the old general's gun. The old general is so healthy, how can he say such ominous words?"

Zhao Yun waved his hand, "Who else knows my own body better than me? I trained Erlang in the past two years and beat him until he lay on the ground unable to get up."

"Now beating him hard will only make him limp a few steps. He will become old when he is old. He will have insufficient energy and blood, and he will not be able to keep up with his strength."

Feng Yong: "Maybe Erlang's skin is thicker..."

"Stop talking nonsense! Let me tell you business."

Zhao Yun scolded.

Feng Yong did not dare to talk back, so he could only lower his head.

Zhao Yun continued to teach:
To be continued...