From beginning to end, the Spring Festival is undoubtedly a crucial festival for the Chinese. As the saying goes, if you have money or not, go home for the New Year, but this is difficult to achieve in this era. Putting aside the difficult itinerary for more than ten days and decades of hard work, many people have only given up on this precious Chinese New Year due to their livelihood, and staged a tragic song of the setting sun and heartbroken people at the end of the world.

During the holidays, most people miss their relatives more, and most of them endure such a torment. This is especially true for Liaoning County, which is mostly foreign. It is better to be accompanied by family members. Those who are lonely and alone, leaving their hometown, traveling through thousands of mountains and rivers can only be a pot of turbid wine, accompanying the bright moon to look at the end of the world.

In order to reduce this loneliness, Yuwen Chengdu waved his hand and took out 50,000 taels of silver from the treasury to hold an unprecedented lantern festival in all parts of the county.

He also made great compensation to the soldiers who could not return home. Not only did he give them five days off, but he also sent people to kill cattle and sheep, and bought countless good wine and vegetables for them to eat, drink and play.

Do your best to create a lively atmosphere, make them obsessed with having fun, and thus reduce their longing for their relatives in their hometown.

"Big brother, do you want to buy rouge?"

On the way back, Yuwen Chengduxin held two strings of rosy and crystal candied haws in his hand, and bit the next one happily, squinted his eyes and savored it carefully. It was so sour and sweet and delicious.

At this time, a naughty child wearing a big red cotton-padded jacket ran over with his thick legs. He smiled at him, revealing his two white tiger teeth, which was so cute.

"Uh...rouge?"

Yuwen Cheng glared at the child in surprise, smacked his lips and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say, and he was speechless for a moment.

"What are naughty kids doing? It's really unreliable. Look at me, who is big and thick, with all kinds of tendons, abdominal muscles, mermaid lines, etc., and at first glance, he looks like a real man who is a tough guy. Does that thing look like he uses that thing?"

The naughty child tilted his head, his round little face was red from the cold weather. He took out a pink box the size of a palm from his pocket. The box also emitted an extremely strong gouache fragrance.

"Brother, since you don't buy it, Xiaobao will give it to you. You must check its usefulness carefully. You can't throw it away at will, as there are very important things in it."

The rich and pungent aroma of inferior gouache made him frown, but the little boy seemed to have some unknown meaning in his words. He watched him move and retreat and disappear at the corner of the alley.

"Somewhat interesting?"

He shook his head and smiled, and opened the box of rouge. He wanted to see what was the mystery, and he was like a spy contact, and sent a harmless little fat man.

It was almost the same as he thought, and there was a yellow silk that was the size of a palm. There were a few tiny words written on the thin silk, and the brushwork was like a winding dragon. He could recognize that this was Yang Guang's handwriting at a glance.

That guy wrote good handwriting. Apart from him, no one in the Sui Dynasty could write such a majestic font.

"My father is critically ill. When it is overwhelming, Chengdu quickly leads his troops to come. I will ascend the throne and become an important official."

There are only a few dozen words to talk about on the silk, but the amount of information is extremely large. Just these few dozens of words mean a royal turmoil.

He did not dare to underestimate him, so he immediately ran back to the county magistrate's office and summoned a group of civil and military confidants to discuss matters.

"Everyone tells me what to do?"

The first person in the high seat was Xu Maogong, Chen Qingzhi, and Guo Jia sat in sequence, while on the right were Zhao Yun and Yue Fei. After circulating the yellow silk, the few people were thinking about this matter in their minds without any hesitation.

This matter is related to the change of imperial power and has a very important impact. If you are not careful, you will lose everything and even lose your family. No matter who faces such a thing, you will not dare to neglect it.

"Chengdu, in my opinion, I will definitely go there. The prince can come to tell you at this time, which shows his trust and reliance on you. If this matter is done, everything will be fine. But when to go and how many people you bring, it takes a long-term plan. If you go early, you will have many dreams. If you go late, you will be afraid of missing a big deal. If you bring less troops, you will not be able to accomplish anything. If you bring too much, you will not be able to bring enough reasons. If you bring too much, you will inevitably be charged with a crime of ill-thinking."

Mr. Xu Mao pulled out a rub of his hair from the iron rooster this morning and felt comfortable. He naturally had to spend money, so he ran out to buy a pretty good feather fan. At this moment, he stroked the feather fan with a serious look on his face, and said slowly after careful consideration.

"Well! That's right, what do you guys do? What do you think is good?"

After hearing this, Yuwen Chengdu looked at Xu Maogong with praise, and then looked at the sad and silent junior brothers.

"In the early years, His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, had long offended the Guanlong nobles because he mentioned the move to Luoyang, and also prevented the emperor from building a granary in Luoyang. The Guandong nobles must be hated to the core. At this time, the former emperor was about to die and the prince ascends the throne, and the two major aristocratic groups would inevitably be at work. The competition is that who moves faster and who has more support. It is better not to be too late. We must lead more troops as much as possible and go to Daxing City as soon as possible."

Guo Jia is always so wise and his views are incisive. He said it very correctly. Any change of imperial power can be compared with who has faster action and who has more troops.

"It is reasonable to say filial piety. Daxing City has 100,000 troops garrisons, 10,000 Xiaoguowei, and 20,000 Suwei. Xiaoguowei is only loyal to the emperor, and the crown prince cannot control this powerful iron army if he does not ascend the throne for a day. The commander of the Suwei army is my younger brother Yuwen Chenglong, and he must be a loyal person to the crown prince. The remaining 100,000 troops are mostly children of Guanlong's disciples, and their hearts must be different!"

Yuwen Cheng sighed, feeling a little tricky. No wonder Yang Guang tried his best to suppress those aristocratic groups even though he had fought his life. Their strength was too strong to unite. It is no exaggeration to say that most of the 100,000 Daxingcheng garrisons were Hakkas raised by the seal of those big families.

"With the Spring Festival approaching, Junior Brother Yun's wedding day is getting closer and closer. The time to send troops to Daxing City is set after Junior Brother Yun's wedding. As for the troops he brought, there must not be too many. Just 15,000. I will lead the army to Daxing City on the grounds of proposing to marry the prince and the young daughter. Now it seems that there are only less than ten days left, so everyone can prepare quickly."

He is very sure about when the old boy Yang Jian died. If he remembers correctly, it was the middle of June. But he was reborn in the Sui Dynasty and made so many major events that had never existed before, which inevitably triggered some butterfly effect and unexpected changes. So it is better not to be too late!
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