Chapter 297 Invasion
He Tingfang's imprisonment was shocking, and the Pei family's rehabilitation was shocking.
But this was not as shocking as the news of the Tiele Khanate's invasion.
Even the people in Heishan Prefecture were stunned when they heard the news.
This was beyond some people's expectations.
Dayu was adjacent to the Tiele Khanate to the north and the Hunye Kingdom to the northwest.
The country that has been invading Tingzhou for many years is the Hunxie Kingdom.
As for the Tiele Khanate, it has always been on good terms with Dayu and would send envoys to the country every three to five years to show its friendship.
The neighboring country, with which Dayu had coexisted peacefully for nearly a hundred years, invaded from the south, catching Dayu off guard.
Murong Yu, lying on the hospital bed, heard the urgent news and felt more angry than surprised.
Perhaps it was because the Imperial Astronomical Observatory had already reported the sign of "Mars in the heart", and he expected that this year would not be peaceful.
"Pass on my order to mobilize the troops from Henan, Hedong, and Shandong to march north to Guannei Road. We must drive the enemy out of Yinshan!"
Murong Yu issued an edict in the court with two dark circles under his eyes.
He was assassinated a few days ago and had not planned to attend court today.
However, this urgent military intelligence report forced him to get up despite his illness and sit on the dragon throne in a sweat.
If He Tingfang were in the court, he would definitely praise Murong Yu highly and flatter him.
However, He Tingfang has disappeared from the court, and no one mentions him now.
Some young officials said excitedly: "We should let the Tiele Khanate know the consequences of offending Dayu."
"Yes! Beat them until they return to their lair and beg for mercy!"
"I, Dayu, have elite soldiers and generals. How could I be afraid of rats like them?"
Didn't they remember that Mipo had invaded a few years ago? In the end, they were beaten back in disgrace, and even their new king, Anala, died.
They, Dayu, have the confidence to make anyone who dares to attack them flee in panic.
Someone asked, "Should we transfer some of the Xue family's troops from the northwest to the Guannei Road for emergency response?"
Murong Yu frowned and rejected it immediately.
Firstly, he didn't want to see Xue's army approaching Chang'an.
Secondly, he had a vague worry that the Hunxie Kingdom on the northwest border was not honest either.
Other officials on the field also expressed the same concerns:
"Mobilizing the northwest army from Tingzhou to defend Yinshan is like robbing Peter to pay Paul. What if the Hu people from the northwest also invade?"
When someone said this, everyone's heart sank.
The minister who had been so passionate just now lowered his voice, and suddenly realized that this battle was different from the last battle with Mi Po.
A few years ago, the Mi Po people invaded Lingnan, which was too far from Chang'an. Furthermore, it was said that the Mi Po people were small in stature, weak in combat, and had few soldiers, so they posed no threat to Chang'an at all.
But this time, the Tiele Khanate broke into Guannei Road, which is adjacent to the northern part of Gyeonggi Road.
If the soldiers of Guannei Road failed to stop them, the cavalry of the Tiele Khanate would drive directly south, break through Jingji Road, and attack the capital.
Although troops can be mobilized from the south and east to reinforce Guannei Road, what if a war also breaks out in Tingzhou?
If both sides are invaded at the same time, will Chang'an be in danger?
There was a moment of absolute silence in the court.
Qin Yuan stepped forward and said, "Your Majesty, since you are moving troops north, food and fodder should go first. I am willing to escort the food and fodder and military supplies."
No matter what the situation, they have to do what they can first.
Murong Yu nodded and assigned several people including Qin Yuan to be responsible for military supplies.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Murong Yu coughed a few times and used tea to suppress the bloody taste in his throat.
"In addition to the troops just mentioned being transferred north, generals from other regions must also be prepared to march north to fight at any time."
Murong Yu's calmness was pretended.
Whenever he closed his eyes, he would imagine the scene of the demise of the previous dynasty.
He had just imprisoned He Tingfang and placed Murong Xun under house arrest when news of war arrived from the northern border.
Murong Yu was more afraid of the invasion of the northwestern barbarians than anyone else in the court.
However, the more people fear something, the more likely it is to happen.
After Murong Yu arranged the deployment of troops, he felt dizzy and could not hold on any longer, so he waved his hand and left the court.
Just as he was about to stand up, a loud announcement came from outside the hall:
"Your Majesty, urgent military information has arrived from the northwest! The Hu people have launched an invasion of Tingzhou!"
Bang!
Murong Yu's forehead veins bulged, he slammed the imperial desk angrily and coughed up blood.
…
Beijing suburbs, Ciguang Mountain, Ciguang Temple.
In the summer when the grass and trees grow wildly, the sweet and juicy peaches in the yard ripen one after another.
Wuzhen brought a ladder and leaned it against the tree, then reached out carefully to pick the peaches.
Pick the ones that are round and red.
He lifted the front of his monk's robe and made it into a pocket, and placed the picked peaches in it.
Wuzhen is two years younger than Su Zhizhi and is eleven years old this year.
I still eat honey and nuts every day, and now in the summer I can eat fresh peaches.
During the past three years, Wuzhen went to the vegetable garden every day to water the vegetables and catch insects, and also carried water with his fellow brothers. Every month he went down the mountain to buy groceries, carrying a full basket back up the mountain.
In recent years, thanks to Wuzhen's diligent exercise and hard work, he finally became a flexible little fat boy.
Moreover, he studied and recited the scriptures seriously and could already recite several of them fluently, so he was still a little fat boy who was very good at reciting scriptures.
In short, Wuzhen is taller than before, but still as fat as before.
"Master, I put the picked peaches on the table in the room." Wuzhen placed five or six peaches neatly on the table.
He picked up a smaller peach and put it to his mouth and nibbled it.
We'll be eating soon, so a smaller meal will suffice.
Master Mingdeng had just filled Wuzhen's honey jar in the next room. When he came out and saw Wuzhen eating a peach, he took a peach and ate it too.
After eating the peach, Wuzhen scooped a bucket of water from the water tank in the yard to wash his hands.
The water in the tank is clear, reflecting a round head, like a big peach.
Wuzhen pinched his face:
"Master, I am very round."
Master Mingdeng nodded his rounder head: "That's good, very perfect."
When Wuzhen was a child, he thought he was quite perfect. But after he turned ten, he felt that it was not the case.
My senior brothers said that this worldly life is like a dream and a bubble.
But his bubble seems a bit too big.
Master Mingdeng also came over to wash his hands:
"Wuzhen, you must know that all Furong's white faces are just skeletons with flesh on them."
Wu Zhen touched the bones that were difficult to feel with pain:
"Master, then my skeleton must have been very hard-working, carrying a lot of heavy meat."
Master Mingdeng: "...Why don't you go eat a peach?"
Wuzhen turned his head and looked at the remaining peaches:
"Master, we ate a lot of fresh peaches this summer. If we eat more, we won't have any more to make preserved peaches."
After washing his hands, Master Mingdeng took Wuzhen to the kitchen to get food:
“We’re not doing it this year.”
Wuzhen has already smelled the aroma of vegetarian food:
"Why?"
The master and disciple happened to walk to a place with a wide view, and they could see the majestic Chang'an City from afar from the mountain.
Master Mingdeng looked at the palace in the north without saying a word.
Because maybe it won’t be necessary this year.
The capital city fell into darkness before Mount Ciguang.
The Dali Temple prison was immersed in the damp night.
The candlelight in the cell was dim.
He Tingfang was sitting against the wall, his hair was a little messy with a few strands of grass stuck on it.
There were blood marks on both wrists, and the pants on his legs were torn, with blood staining the holes.
Just a few wounds, no broken bones, no blind eyes, no mute throat.
It's considered a minor injury.
When he was taken out for questioning, the officials of the Dali Temple wanted to torture him severely, but he just said:
"I admit it all."
There was no need for anyone to force him to confess; he signed the contract willingly.
The effect of doing this is that you can suffer less punishment. The people from the Dali Temple will just beat you a few times and then leave with the signed confession.
He Tingfang was very clear about the process of forced confession.
Even if you deny it, it's no use. They will beat you half to death and then make you sign when you are unconscious.
Since he knew the outcome, why should he suffer unnecessarily for the sake of so-called integrity?
"It's time to eat." The jailer who delivered the food pushed the food in through the gap in the cell.
He Tingfang took a look and didn't eat it.
If I don’t eat, I will die in a few days; if I eat, I may die tonight.
He leaned against the wall, closing his eyes to conserve his strength.
He is waiting.
He is still useful and someone will rescue him.
Before he was caught, all the pigeons he released were probably intercepted.
But on the night Murong Yu was assassinated, he sent someone out to deliver a letter.
The content of the letter was not about himself, but about Murong Yu's assassination.
The recipient of the letter was someone from the Tiele Khanate.
Since He Tingfang knew that there was a knife hanging over his head, he would naturally leave himself a way out and prepare for the day when the knife would fall.
Murong Yu's tactic of planting spies worked for others, but it didn't work for He Tingfang. Would he really let Murong Yu know his every move?
He admitted that the charge of colluding with the enemy country was not unjust.
He had long been secretly colluding with the Tiele Khanate and the Hunye Kingdom.
He knew the ambitions of the Tiele Khanate better than anyone else in Dayu.
If Murong Yu lets him live and the two sides live in peace, he will help Dayu plot against the Tiele Khanate.
But if Murong Yu wants him to die, then no one will have an easy life.
He Tingfang is not a helpless fish at the mercy of others, so how could he fall down under such a blow?
Even if he died, he would watch Murong Yu die first.
The only thing he didn't expect was that Hao Ren, his lackey, would act so quickly that he didn't have time to make arrangements for his family.
Wow——
A gust of air suddenly extinguished all the candles in the cell.
Everything before my eyes was dark.
In the darkness, the crowd was restless, with the sounds of footsteps, swords, and unfinished cries for help.
Amid the noise, He Tingfang stood up with the help of the wall, a sharp look flashing in his haggard eyes.
They are coming.
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