?The Yi soldiers began to fear. They were entrenched in the long river road behind them. The elite soldiers continued to invest more and stopped at the edge of Qingping and refused to move forward. Shi Yu and Zhong You stopped here and failed to move for two consecutive days.

The ambush in the long river valley was waiting for battle. Zhong Xie sent a letter to Yu Yu, and some urged him. Time was not waiting for people. In the past few days, the ice in the upper reaches of the long river valley has already tended to rise. If it drags on, the ambush in the valley will inevitably encounter floods first.

Zhong You sent a letter back, concisely saying that he had nothing to do, and then asked Zhong Xie to submit it to King Pingding. He had a plan. First, ask the two armies to pile up mud and sand in sacks, block the river water upstream, keep the ice on the river in the valley, and then retreat three miles to wait for his next letter. He specifically stated that this matter could only be submitted to King Pingding, and must not be pushed to the second person. Zhong Xie did not dare to delay and immediately submitted to King Pingding.

When Zhong Xie left the military tent, he saw Zhou Pu walking with a letter. He asked, "Where is the hurry to go?"

Zhou Pu laughed: "Night-time military strategy. Why, what's the matter with Your Highness calling you?"

Zhong Xie put his hands on his back and exhaled in the cold night, saying, "It's nothing more than a war. We will retreat tomorrow, and the troops will be three points, and you and I will go all the way."

Zhou Pu was slightly stunned, "It has been a long time since the layout was laid out. Wouldn't it be useless to retreat before the previous effort? Half of the long river was sent to the barbarians, how could he take such a risk?"

"Your Highness has his own plans." Zhong Xie was so cold that he hurriedly respected him and went to his own tent.

Zhou Pu brought the book back to the tent, and the bell rang behind him. He paused his hand with the curtain and looked back.

A red and white-hoofed horse was hanging a copper bell, marching in the camp, looking lively. Zhou Pu looked for a while and asked the guard beside the tent: "Whose horse belongs to this horse?"

The guard replied, "Your Highness, who was pacified by the King of Ding, had a mount called 'Chieye'. This horse looked like a spirit. The Supreme Emperor sent someone to find it in Jingjian and only entered the camp yesterday."

"It's Your Highness." Zhou Pu's eyes paused on the bell and said, "It's very divine..."

The guard followed his eyes, but felt that Censor Zhou was not looking at the horse, but was looking at the bell. The jingling sound ran over and he entered.

It was just said that the war was urgent here, and Zuo Kaizhi had already taken over many cigarette transportation merchants. Qingping prison was crowded for a while and needed to be detained outside. The thunder of the smoking ban order was here, and Zhao Zhian, who was closest to Zuo Kaizhi, was panicked. He was guilty and now he did not have Xia Qinjian's guidance. He said every word carefully, for fear that Zuo Kaizhi would see something. Zuo Kaizhi only thought he was majestic, which made the boy afraid of this.

It happened that Zuo Kaizhi had to work in Qingping Prefecture because of the abbot's smoking ban order, and Zhao Zhian followed him. Su Zhou and Shaozhen were still in Changhe Town, but Rongyang was the only one. Because his father cherished his life, he felt that Changhe Town was too close to Changhe, so he was afraid that his house would be confiscated by the Yi soldiers, so he fled to Qingping Prefecture with his wife and children. Zhao Zhian is most afraid of meeting Rongyang, but he did not know that on that day he went out to buy paper for Zuo Kaizhi, and he was hitting Rongyang, who also came to buy paper.

Zhao Zhian's legs were weak and he turned around and was about to leave. Unexpectedly, he could never see the roe that was so beautiful that he remembered the smell of spices and smoke on his body, and greeted him happily: "Jackie Zhao."

Zhao Zhian laughed dryly and said helplessly, "Rong...Rongyang."

Rong Yang held the paper and came to him, smiling, "I don't want to see it here, I'm destined to be there. Has Xiatian Academy been here?"

"No." Zhao Zhian pretended to look at the paper, lowered his head and flipped around the stall, without looking at Rong Yang's eyes, and replied: "The mountain chief was imprisoned for his wrongfulness and the academy was temporarily closed before the spring. I have to wait for the court to invite a respected mountain chief. You... are you Canglang here?"

"Injustice and imprisonment?" Rong Yang was surprised: "The master in charge is Zuo Kaizhi Zuo. If you have any unjust cases, just go to the door of the mansion to say something wronged. I will never be wronged. The academy is about to be over, so I am the only one who comes with my father."

"So...so, you, have you...a new policy proposal recently?"

Rong Yang said ashamedly, "I did a lot, but most of them were artificial words and were not practical."

Zuo Kaizhi also gave Zhao Zhian a question recently. He was worried that he was not doing beautifully, and he was not as good as the article "Taiming Mountain Xia Theory". Zuo Kaizhi saw the signs. He heard Rong Yang's words and immediately became thoughtful. He tentatively said, "Since you and I met here and wasted waste, why not find a place and discuss a new question?"

Rong Yang nodded happily and found a teahouse with Zhao Zhian. The two of them sat down, and Zhao Zhian picked up a pen and wrote the question given by Zuo Kaizhi, which was exactly "No smoking". Rong Yang looked at it and corrected his expression. He said, "I have done this question, but I did not meet the barbarians at that time, so it is useless to discuss it. Now, it is better to do it again."

Zhao Zhian hurriedly handed over the pen and asked. Rong Yang took the pen but did not start writing immediately. He focused on the word "no smoking" and pondered for a while. People came and went outside, and the snow fell and the wind blew, and they could no longer hear it. Zhao Zhian's tea was hot and hot, until the sky was getting dark, Rong Yang rolled up her sleeves and started writing quickly.

It was done in one go, and the ink traces were slightly wet.

Zhao Zhian sat down and watched, gradually stood up as he waved his pen and ink. Rong Yangshang was immersed in the story. Unexpectedly, Zhao Zhian was ecstatic and wiped the sweat from his palm seven or eight times. When the article came out, Zhao Zhian suddenly raised his voice and said happily, "Okay... It's Rong Yang! This theory...will I take it back tonight and take a closer look?"

Rong Yang put his pen on, then closed his sharpness and said shyly, "It's not good... I have a shallow experience in observing the world, and I have all kinds of things, but I have never read them, and I am trapped in books. It's probably rare to get to the point."

"It's okay, okay... it's good." Zhao Zhian raised the page of the paper, watched the ink traces gradually dry, caressed it on it, and murmured: "It's rare for you..." and suddenly became sour again, saying, "God is just a matter of nowhere, I promise you a beautiful beauty."

"No." Rong Yang scratched her nose, "I am stupid, I can only study hard. I am more tired from the book. How can I be gifted by God? I never noticed it... It's just that the teacher taught me well and often told me some things and principles."

Zhao Zhian looked back, "I'll lend me a look tonight, and we'll see you here tomorrow?"

"It's easy to say." Rong Yang did not doubt that he was, so he naturally responded.

As soon as Zhao Zhian returned to his residence, he copied the article "Theory of Smoking No. 1". He also had a lot of thought about this idea and had his own background. He added a little and immediately submitted it to Zuo Kaizhi after dinner.

After reading it, Zuo Kaizhi did not show any joy. Zhao Zhian stood up and down, watching Zuo Kaizhi pick up his pen and change it a few places.

"After all, I am too young, and I have many angry opinions and biased opinions. Zhian, articles are good, but they are very good, and I still need to think about it. This time, my teacher brought you out for the sake of the word "melting". If you are bound by books, it may be difficult to go further. You can go back and think about it."

Zhao Zhian bowed to answer the article, but saw a few strokes above. Most of the strokes he added were his own strokes. Zhao Zhian tightened his fingertips, closed his eyes and said, "Thank you, Teacher."

When he was about to withdraw from the room, Zuo Kaizhi called him again: "Zhi'an, since there is Lanzhi fragrance, there is no need to worry about not being treated by the jade steps. After hard work, the career will begin, so don't be discouraged."

Zhao Zhian responded blankly and retreated back to the room. At night, he wrote countless pictures next to the desk, but each one seemed to be beyond Rong Yang's article. Rong Yang's pleasing face pressed against his chest and became more and more ferocious. In just two hours, he forced himself into a dead corner, causing a devil's madness.

He stayed by the desk and suddenly became scared. If one day Zuo Kaizhi saw Rong Yang, wouldn’t today’s “official career starts on its own” be a wedding dress for others? Where should he go? How could he leave safely? Because Zuo Kaizhi accepted him, he had a banquet for Wuhan. As the prefect of Wuhan, his father, if he knew that he had just stole other people’s articles, could he still tolerate him?

Zhao Zhian was sour and astringent, and felt very uncomfortable. He was only seventeen years old, so how could he be willing to defeat himself like this? But he was so arrogant and almost lost in front of Rongyang's article tonight. He responded to the sound of Xia Qinjian and lost. But he was unwilling to accept it and could only hold on.

He thought to himself: I am not afraid, I will definitely do it tomorrow. The teacher must not allow him to see Rongyang and Rongyang... If there is no Rongyang, wouldn't this policy be his?

The next day, Rong Yang was waiting in the teahouse, and Zhao Zhian arrived half an hour late. The two met. Rong Yang asked a question and talked to Zhao Zhian. It was not until dark that Zhao Zhian stopped Rong Yang's return and said, "I haven't had enough fun tonight. I ordered a seat in the restaurant without authorization, and I will eat before returning."

Rong Yang was unable to refuse his affection, and he had no grudges against him, so he just responded. After the meals started, Zhao Zhian asked for wine.

Rong Yang immediately said, "Jackie Zhao, Qingping is in a war right now, so I can't drink."

"It is the time when the war is coming that we should drink more. Express our enthusiasm and strengthen our passion." Zhao Zhian poured wine to him, and kept persuading Rong Yang's temper just right.

Rong Yang was so dizzy that he was soaked. Zhao Zhian helped him out of the restaurant. He was already staggering. He still remembered not to cause trouble. He forced himself to persuade him, "Study, my classmates, don't want to do it in the future, just like me..." He held the wall and said uncomfortable, "Greedy cups will ruin people."

"There is no future." Zhao Zhian took him along the alley and said, "Rongyang, I admire you very much."

Rong Yang shook his head quickly and said drunk, "No, no...it's not...you're good..."

"Rongyang." Zhao Zhian stopped and let go of his hand. "You..." He seemed to feel unbearable, but he still said, "I'm sorry to you."

The roe was unsolvable, but his tongue was tied and he fell over hazy. He listened to the sound of footsteps and smelled the smell of smoke and millet that made him sick.

Cold water splashed on the face.

Rong Yang suddenly woke up with a split headache. He hid in the water and wanted to avoid him. After moving his hand, he realized that he had been roasted with heavy chains.

"Are you awake?" The jailer outside the prison railing squatting made a sound with a bucket knocking on the railing, and he whispered: "Look at the honest boy, he touched the smoke and sours no matter how hard he was! He was checking tightly at this moment. You were so generous and you were rushing to be reincarnated, aren't you?"

Rong Yang was still confused and was caught by the jailer's hand that reached in. The jailer urged him: "Get up quickly! Your death is decided by your death or life!"

"...Brother." Rong Yang got up, but he was still confused, "Why am I in prison?"

"Yo." The jailer pointed at him, "Then you are drinking so high that you still don't remember. You were drinking and smoking millet last night and were rushing to patrol. Do you know the ban on smoking now?"

Rong Yang was stunned: "I don't know...I definitely can't smoke millet..." He leaned over and said anxiously, "I can't! I can't stand the smell, how could I smoke... Zhao, Jacky Zhao! Big brother, my schoolmate..."

"Anyone who supplies smoke and millet will be judged according to the quantity. Anyone who smokes smoke in disregard of the rules has been issued. Immediately pack up, lit up the people, and took them to Jingjian to build a wall!"

The jailer stood up in response, not caring about Rong Yang's shouts, and hurried to get the list. Zuo Kaizhi's determination was to work hard. In less than an hour, the list was counted and the prisoners were separated, so he was about to take it to Jingquan in the past two days.

Rong's father couldn't find his son, so he was anxious. He reported to the government office, but heard that Rong Yang was caught. When the father and son were in a panic, there was not much time left. Rong Yang stayed in prison all night and saw his father, and said in a panic, "Dad! How dare I smoke grains of cigarettes? This must be the wrong person. Please look for it. There is a schoolmate named Zhao Zhian, who knows... Lord Zuo is fair and honest, and he will not be unfair!"

"Dad, go and search!" Rong Dad looked at him next to the railing. Just such a child was born in his heart. Seeing Rong Yang's eyes flushed, he looked haggard. "I'm not afraid, don't be afraid, Dad, go and search, you wait."

Rong Daddy went to search, but where was he looking? When he learned that Zhao Zhian was in Qingping Mansion, Rong Yang was already escorting northward. The street was crowded with people. Rong Daddy was raising the crowd to search for him. Seeing that he was locked by iron chains, he was pushing and looking for him. He shouted: "A Yang! My son! Dad is here!"

Rong Yang looked at each other, and his eyes were filled with sorrow. Rong Dad shook and squeezed to Rong Yang's side, and shed tears and said, "Dad is looking for him! You guys wait, wait a little longer..."

Rong Yang's eyes were swollen and she cried, "Dad..." He raised his hand to try to get to his father, and the prison guard behind him scolded and dragged people. A carriage was slowly moving in the road, and the wind and snow blew open the curtains. Rong Yang's hazy eyes seemed to see a familiar figure.

He suddenly shouted, "Zhao Zhian!" The chains trembled, Rong Yang struggled to reach out to the carriage, "Zhao Zhian!" The prison guards pulled people, Rong Yang's depressed neighing: "He knows, he knows... Zhao Zhian!"

The jailer spat: "Do you know who that is? He is the beloved disciple of Lord Zuo, and I will present an article to the capital today!" The jailer's face suddenly magnified in front of him, and his tone was strange: "What he did was to do is the article of 'no smoking'! You guys who smoked millet, I'm gonna have no heads! They are all mercy for the lord!"

"...Student?" Rong Yang was dragged with iron chains, but he staggered and fell to the ground in a daze. He was confused. He looked at the car that was blurred into a phantom and said sadly: "No smoking... Article... Zhao... Zhao Zhian..." Tears burst into tears, Rong Yang crawled in a chorus, and he shouted, "Zhao Zhian! What's the matter with me! Why is this!"

The chains trembled, Rong Yang trembled all over and sobbed: "Student..."

Master Zuo’s student.

Rong Yang respects the great masters of the world. He is familiar with Zuo Kaizhi and Zuo Kaizhi's deeds. He firmly believes in Lord Zuo's justice. But now, the master's majestic figure suddenly falls to the ground, and the splashed pieces make him feel pain.

Zhao Zhian is actually Zuo Kaizhi's student.

Dad Rong squeezed over and wanted to help Rongyang. The prison guard kicked the person away, dragged Rongyang and scolded: "Get up! Lord Zuo's life has already been put down, so don't drag it!"

Rong Yang's shoulders were hunched over, and his palms and knees were rubbed to the ground, making people's eyes cry.

What else is justice?

On the way to Jingquan, the escort had no boat or car, and had to walk thousands of miles with these feet. Rong Daddy followed the escort team and chased after mile after miles. The prison guard was a human being, so the old father would say a few words to Rong Yang while he was resting.

Rong Daddy was carrying a bag, with books, paper and pens in it, and the little jacket was dried. He wiped tears and put on Rong Yang's jacket and said, "Your mother drove out last night. Jing Jian... Jing Jian is cold, so you can't take off the road. You have to keep it." He stroked Rong Yang's head, wiped the tears, and said, "Dad will also find someone, find your Uncle Meng, and find your husband. If it doesn't work, Dad will go to Beijing and sue them... They wrongly accused their good children and will go even if they arrive in the store."

Rong Yang nodded vigorously, and he listened to whatever his father told him. Rong Dad hugged him, but couldn't help but cry in the end, "Blame me, blame me for having to come here! Poor my son, Ah Yang, don't be afraid, Dad will take you home, don't be afraid..." He cried: "Be careful on the road, the road is far... the road is so far... how should my son go..."

Rong Yang responded with tears in her eyes and sobbed, "You, you and my mother, you must be fine... wait for me to go home... send me a message to my senior brother and Shaozhen, and just say I'm going to study... Dad." He wanted to say I couldn't bear it, but he was afraid that he would feel more distressed when he said this. It was not easy to chase after the cold road from one mile to another. So he swallowed this and said, "You go back, okay, wait for me to go home..."

It is difficult to walk on the snowy road, Rong Yang takes a step and turns his head back. But his eyes can't even see clearly in front of him, so how can he look at his father's gradually distant back?

It was cold at night, and the prison guards made fire. Rong Yang held his baggage and saw that the flames were wiped out and then extinguished. He slowly pulled open the baggage and shook out a piece of books and pages. He put the book up and handed over the thick stack of articles.

"It's burned."

Rong Yang let go of her hand, and the ink trace was licked by the flames and gradually rolled up. He gave it to her page by page.

"It's OK to burn it." He wiped his tears, "I won't teach you to see it, and I won't steal it. If I burn it, I won't write it again."

The fire gradually rose, and the banyan laughed, but tears rolled down. He said, "Whatever you do, what kind of career I hope for, I am just like... so ridiculous."

He was only seventeen years old. Before he could reach out his ambition, he was already ashamed and no longer wanted to have a career or a reputation for his career. The things he didn't understand were just one time, which was enough for him to remember, and he could reflect on his innocence and ridicule himself.

But misfortune depends on good fortune and misfortune lies in bad fortune. Today, the two people who are in a rebellion may not be blessed, and the bad may not be blessed. Rong Yang's experience is just like the sentence Zuo Kaizhi commented.
Chapter completed!