Suizhou, Hanyang.

The city was hung with white curtains inside and outside, and the people going in and out of the city wore mourning clothes.

There were a lot of ashes on the road and there were signs of burning everywhere.

This was the case all the way to the entrance of the government office. The state of mourning was also in and out of the government office. The officials were also wearing mourning clothes, looking sad and not talking to each other.

In the innermost part of the official office, a mourning hall was set up.

I saw a person kneeling in front of the mourning hall, crying loudly.

Yang Jian, the governor of Suizhou, stood aside, his face filled with indescribable grief and anger, his eyes flashing with murderous intent, his chest rising and falling, holding back his anger.

"My lord!! It's all my fault!!"

The man who was kneeling on the ground and crying raised his head and screamed.

And this person is none other than Zheng Daoqian, who has disappeared for a long time.

Zheng Daoqian was wearing mourning clothes, with tears constantly falling from his eyes. He just cried and knelt down to the memorial tablet in front of him again and again, unwilling to get up.

Yang Jian slowly walked forward and helped him up.

"Mr. Zheng."

Zheng Daoqian cried and looked at Yang Jian. He immediately knelt down and said, "The city was lost, but I failed to die with the Duke. I am cowardly, and I deserve death."

Yang Jian hurriedly helped him up again and said seriously: "Zheng Gong is a civil servant. The city fell and the warriors were running away. How can we blame Zheng Gong for failing to fight the enemy?"

"Besides, this place is so far away from Lingzhou. The fact that Duke Zheng came all the way here is enough to prove his loyalty."

"I think if father knew, he would definitely not accuse you again."

Zheng Daoqian stopped his tears, took a few steps back, looked at Yang Jian again, and saluted, "I was originally a surrendered minister of the Qi Dynasty. The Duke did not think I was despicable, but valued me very much and allowed me to follow him."

"Now the Duke is no longer here."

"Although the world is big, there is no place for me to stand."

"When I come back this time, I want to say goodbye to you."

"I hope you can take better care of yourself."

As Zheng Daoqian said, Yang Jian pursed his lips and suddenly asked: "If you want to find a place, I can arrange it for you and send someone to take care of you in your old age."

"However, now that my father has passed away, I am panicked and at a loss. Does your father have anything to teach me?"

Upon hearing the inquiry, Zheng Daoqian immediately said: "Please forgive me, the reason why we were defeated was not because the enemy was too strong, nor because the soldiers were unwilling to fight hard, but entirely because there were villains in the country."

"Now this little man still holds great power."

"He got rid of many people who were unfavorable to him, and his position became more and more stable."

"You are still very young now. Even if you can inherit the title, you will not be able to take revenge for the time being."

"The best way at the moment is to observe filial piety. You can write to the temple and request to observe filial piety for three years."

"That villain in the court has always been hypocritical and vicious. If he knows that you want to keep your filial piety, he will think that you are afraid of him. At that time, he will deal with the rest of the people and will no longer keep an eye on you."

Yang Jian's eyes flashed with light and he asked again: "But what should we do in the future?"

"Do we have to always observe filial piety?"

Zheng Daoqian raised his head, "Why are you so anxious?"

"You are only over 20 years old, and that villain doesn't have many years left. His sons are as stupid as pigs and dogs, and they have no ability to suppress the situation in the country."

"As long as he doesn't keep an eye on you, you can be free to contact many talented people in the country, improve your status, and increase your reputation. When the time is right, you may be able to do big things."

Yang Jian immediately took a few steps back and saluted Zheng Daoqian.

"Mr. Zheng, now that my father has passed away and I am young, I really don't have anyone around me to rely on. Please stay by my side and give me advice."

"I will treat you like my father, and I will never treat you badly."

"Ah, get up, get up."

Zheng Daoqian hurriedly helped Yang Jian up in front of him, struggled for a moment, and then said: "I am just a surrendered minister."

"Please Mr. Zheng, please stay."

"I'm sorry."

"Greetings to my lord."

Yang Jian's serious face finally showed some gentleness. He looked into the distance and said, "My father died because of the war. There is no reason to take revenge. If you want to take revenge, you should take revenge from Liu Taozi."

"I want to go to the temple to honor my father."

"In addition, I have to go to the temple to pray that I will not be allowed to inherit the title of Duke for the time being. I will not inherit the title until I kill Liu Taozi and avenge my father."

Zheng Daoqian shuddered and looked at this young man.

This solemn-looking young man has an indescribable temperament.

When he spoke, his speaking speed was neither too fast nor too slow. He always maintained a rhythm and had the ability to convince people.

Zheng Daoqian narrowed his eyes.

This person may become the lord's great enemy in the future.

After Yang Jian arranged for the people attending the funeral for his father, he immediately returned to his study and began to write many memorials.

The knights took these documents and rushed towards Chang'an.

Chang'an.

Qi Gongfu.

Yu Wenxian sat in the upper position and next to him were three young people.

And these three people are Gao Jiong, Han Qinhu, and He Ruobi.

After returning from the front line, Yu Wenxian listened to Gao Jiong's advice and recruited many talented people to help him.

Among the people he recruited, Han Qinhu and He Ruobi were the most outstanding.

There was a huge map in front of Yu Wenxian. At this moment, he was talking with these three young people, "Liu Taozi sent Gao Changgong to Lingzhou, and set up a military mansion, and asked Hu Luxian to be the head of the mansion.

General."

"Gao Changgong and Hu Lvxian are both brave and good at fighting. They are not easy to deal with."

"However, now that General Wei is in charge of Xiazhou, neither Gao Changgong nor Hu Luxian dare to go south easily."

"As soon as General Wei arrived in Xiazhou, he began to gather men to counterattack. Previously in Yanzhou, he successfully captured the enemy's grain and fodder convoy."

"This is a warning to Gao Changgong, letting Gao Changgong know that once his army easily leaves the city and goes elsewhere, General Wei will definitely attack his rear and even the cities."

The others nodded, and Yu Wenxian said: "Therefore, as long as Xiazhou is not lost, Gao Changgong will not dare to send troops easily."

"This is a good opportunity for us."

"Many people in the court feel that we should send troops to drive Liu Taozi back, but I think we should send troops from Luoshui. Now Liu Taozi has taken the north of the river. If we can cut off the Qi people's food and grass channels, even

If we can capture all the Qi soil south of the river, then Liu Taozi will face a multi-faceted attack, and we will not fall into the current tired situation again, and our national strength will be greatly improved."

"The only person I want to win now is Dugu Yongye."

"Dugu Yongye's reputation is not as great as that of other generals, but this man is really good at defense. He is stationed in Jinyong City. Unless we surround it with a large army and besiege it for a year or two, we will not be able to capture it."

Yu Wenxian looked at the other people, "What do you think?"

Gao Yan said slowly: "If we can't take down Dugu Yongye, we can let the puppet Qi Chaotang take him down for us."

"For example, we can find a way to transfer him away. It doesn't matter where he goes. As long as he leaves Jinyong City, it will be a good opportunity for us."

He Ruobi immediately replied: "It's impossible."

He Ruobi looked arrogant. Even though he had just lost his father, he was not too sad. He was still the domineering look he had in the past.

"Dugu Yongye has been staying in Jinyong City for a long time. It has been many years. To put it harshly, everyone from top to bottom is already his, just like Liu Taozi is at the frontier. He is the leader of Heluo, and his temple

The order cannot reach Jinyong City at all."

"I heard that when I followed the Duke to attack Jinyang, they transferred Dugu Yongye out and put him in charge of defense. As a result, many rebellions and civil commotions occurred in Heluo."

"In the end, I had no choice but to transfer him again."

"How can Dugu Yongye be willing to leave when he is the local emperor in Heluo? It is simply impossible. Unless we capture Jinyang, Yecheng, and Pingcheng, Dugu Yongye will stay in Jinyong City."

"And I think even if those three cities were captured, Dugu Yongye will not be captured."

"The city is tall, the reserves are rich, the soldiers are elite, and the top and bottom are united, the Duke of Qi should stop thinking about taking Heluo and think of something else."

He Ruobi devalued Yu Wenxian as worthless as soon as he opened his mouth and severely criticized his strategic concept.

Gao Jiong's expression immediately changed, and just as he was about to scold him, Yu Wenxian laughed.

"What you said makes sense."

Just as Qi State produced Gao Changgong, Zhou State also produced Yu Wenxian.

Yu Wenxian is very young but very brave. He makes rapid progress in every battle and grows into the top star step by step.

In addition, he is humble, kind to others, knowledgeable and responsible, kind and generous. Of course, he is equally handsome, but maybe a little less handsome than Gao Changgong.

Yu Wenxian looked at He Ruobi and asked, "Then where do you think we should march?"

"We can't march from anywhere now."

"We have to wait for the opportunity to restore our national strength."

He Ruobi has the face of a rough martial artist, but he is not the kind of ax-wielding man who is "comfortable in fighting". He is a general who is strong in both fighting alone and in command. He has read many books, but this is
To be continued...