Fairy, Please Let Me Explain Chapter 625

Chapter 625: The Tachao Incident

After losing the oil lamp as the only light source, only the ray of white moonlight shining through the window lattice remained in the slightly small guest room.

The woven mat of Zhigencao reflected the moonlight, and the girl from the Western Region spoke with a touch of uncertainty:

"As far as I know, that person should have died in the holy war."

“Jihad.”

Hearing this term, Xu Yuan reacted for a moment, then laughed dumbly and said: "Are you talking about the Tatar-Chao Revolution? This is indeed the case in historical records, but a person's life and death can be faked."

Jia Yi's rippling blue eyes are quiet:

"Life and death can be faked, but he died in front of the army. There are so many strong men and so many soldiers, how can they fake it in front of everyone?"

Xu Yuan subconsciously looked at Li Junwu.

As for the Tachao Incident, he only read the general outline in the Brief History of the Prime Minister's Office.

The throne changed, and the political situation was turbulent—Tachao took the opportunity to invade—the Zhenxi Army pretended to be defeated and retreated—the sect was forced to defend the country's gate—the border troops entered the scene to eliminate—the ancestor of Tarchao died in battle.

Nalanting's death marked the end of the Tartar-Chao Rebellion.

But Xu Yuan did not know the details of how he died. After all, nearly fifty years had passed.

However, just because he doesn't understand, it doesn't mean that this good-breasted brother doesn't understand.

Zhenxifu has been guarding the pass for hundreds of years, and he was an out-and-out witness to the Tatar-Chao Revolution.

Seeing Xu Yuan's gaze, Li Junwu stood up silently with his coat on, walked to the bed with his long white legs, took the rice paper from Jia Yi's hand, glanced at it, and whispered:

“I thought who you were talking about, but it turned out to be Nalanting.”

Xu Yuan thought for a moment and said in a low voice:

“Historical records state that the Marquis of Zhenxi beheaded Nalan Ting, the former king of Tartar and Chao, with his own hands, but in fact he was still alive.”

Li Junwu threw the rice paper back on the bed, crossed his hands across his chest, and said disdainfully:

“I don't know whether he is alive or not, but the person who killed him was not my father.”

“Huh? How do you say it?” Xu Yuan asked.

The light is dim, and the woman wearing a brocade robe has a tall and graceful figure, and her slender eyes are slightly narrowed:

"Nalan Ting died in Qianji Pass, which is now Zhenxi Fucheng, and my old man was at Jingxing Pass to eliminate the remaining members of the sect. However, both the merits and the blame need to be shouldered by a worthy person. That's all.”

“The scapegoat?” Xu Yuan was a little surprised.

“It seems like you really don't know the inside story of that year.”

Li Junwu flipped his long black hair in front of him and asked in a clear voice: "How much do you know about the Tachao Rebellion?"

Xu Yuan kept his story short and said:

　　"The emperor withdrew the border troops, and the sect was forced to guard the country's gate. Later, the imperial court picked peaches."

Li Junwu tilted his head and thought for a while, then explained in a faint tone:

“That's generally true. On the bright side, we, Dayan, did win that war.

"The invading Tachao people not only suffered heavy losses, but also lost their own king in our Dayan territory. In this battle alone, no one will dare to invade our Dayan border for the next thirty years, but in fact the real winner is It's the Tarchao royal court whose vitality is severely damaged.”

When she said this, she paused slightly, with a smile of unknown meaning on her lips:

"But if I have to say it, my family is the only winner besides Tachao. After all, after that war, my family became the only one in Xizezhou. Both the imperial court and the sect were abolished with one sword."

Xu Yuan frowned and squinted his eyes:

“The imperial court was also abolished?”

Li Junwu smiled and nodded, raised three slender fingers towards Xu Yuan, and said:

“During the Tarchao Rebellion, Dayan's army in Xizezhou was divided into three groups: our Zhenxi Army, the Zongmen Alliance Army, and the Imperial Border Army.”

Hearing this, Xu Yuan's eyes flashed with surprise:

“There are also imperial border troops?”

"yes."

With a rustling voice, Li Junwu sat down next to Xu Yuan, lowered his head, and caressed his clothes: "However, the imperial border troops were directly demobilized during the war."

Xu Yuan responded quickly:

“Is this the black pot you mentioned earlier?”

"uh-huh."

Li Junwu shrugged, looked sideways and smiled: "After defeating the Tarchao Royal Court in the frontal battlefield, our Yan Army began to conquer the lost territory, and the division of labor was also very clear. My old man was responsible for liquidating the remnants of the sect in Xizezhou, while the royal family was Responsible for chasing the retreating Tachao people.

“Until then, everything was still going according to Di'an's strategy.

“But problems soon arose.

“The person in charge of the royal family was caught off guard when Nalan Ting offered his life to block the Tatar and Chao people's retreat.”

Speaking of this, Li Junwu sighed softly and said in a faint tone:

“However, this is actually not to blame for the person in charge of the royal family being greedy for credit. After all, who would have thought that Nalanting would choose to trade his life with him when there was a way out?

"In that encounter, although Nalanting was killed on the spot, he caused heavy losses to the royal family's frontier army before his death, creating a time lag of about half a month for the remaining Tachao army. Withdraw from Xizezhou."

After listening carefully, Xu Yuan showed a strange expression and whispered:

"This shouldn't be a big failure, right? Why would the Holy Spirit go to such trouble to find someone to take the blame?"

Li Junwu snorted lightly and glanced at the desert goddess beside her:

"Jia Yi, let you tell me about this matter. You should know better than this girl."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan cast a questioning look at the girl from the Western Regions on the bed.

Jia Yi lowered his eyes, hesitated for a while, and then said:

“It should be because of the personnel and materials.”

Xu Yuan's fingertips lightly touched the mat under him, feeling the coolness on it:

“People and supplies?”

A touch of complexity flashed through Jia Yi's green eyes, and a crisp sound like a silver bell sounded in the dark and silent guest room:

“The late king is a very far-sighted person. He knew from the beginning that even if we Tatar and Chao people invaded the pass in the early stage, as soon as you start to raise your stakes, this war will be doomed to fail.”

If you want the ants to devour the elephants, then you have to have the right time, place, and people gathered together.

Fifty years ago, although Dayan's internal affairs were as rotten as they were at the end of his previous life, he still had plenty of martial virtue.

The fertile soil of the Central Plains made Dayan almost have a generational difference in combat power against the surrounding foreign races.

Even if the situation changes, the local forces in the Central Plains will fight the civil war first, and it will not be the turn of the surrounding foreign races to intervene.

This former king of Tartar and Chao, Nalan Ting, was actually sober.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan also roughly guessed Nalan Tingguo's choice, and the next words of the girl from the Western Region on the bed just confirmed this point:

"So from the moment we entered the pass, he has been sending people to collect various craftsmen, various production equipment, various minerals and other materials in Dayan. By the end of the war, the late king had already occupied most of the entire Western Ze All supplies in the continent have been hoarded in this town, Xifu City.”

It is indeed preparing for the next war.

With a murmur in his heart, Xu Yuan asked in a low voice:

“But why are they hoarded in this town, Xifu City, and not sent directly back to the Western Desert?”

Jia Yi glanced at Xu Yuan faintly:

“.It can't be transported, there are too many supplies.”

.”Xu Yuan.

No wonder he used the word "everything is in waste" to describe post-war Nishizawa when he first read the brief history.

Jia Yi pursed her lips slightly and continued:

"Before the soldiers and horses arrive, food and grass go first. Transporting food, grass and baggage for the army takes up a lot of monsters and carriages. Even though the late king prepared for a long time in advance, he can't transport this massive amount of materials at all. We can only wait until the time of the squadron to let the soldiers and The grain and baggage were transported together with carriages and horses.”

After listening carefully, Li Junwu chuckled and said:

“It's basically what Jia Yi said. The Holy Emperor first came to power and his foundation was unstable. He couldn't withstand such a failure, so he made a deal with my father.”

“Let your father take the responsibility?”

"right."

“But the failure of this kind of battle should be commanded by a named general. Even if it fails, it will be difficult to trace the blame to the emperor.”

"What if the person in charge of the royal family is the current prince? And he is the prince sent by the Holy Spirit against all opinions."

.”Xu Yuan.

At this moment, he suddenly understood why Li Yucheng, the prince, was in such an awkward position, and why Li Yaoxuan was now ready to support Li Zhaoyuan.

Thinking from Li Yaoxuan's point of view, the next emperor must be able to be both civil and military. And Prince Li Yucheng made such a big move as soon as his father came to power. No matter how hard he thought, he would not be able to hand over the throne to him. superior.

Li Junwu didn't know what Xu Yuan was thinking, so he continued to say softly:

"After a little work after the war, we crossed out the name of the person in charge of the royal family, and then incorporated the remaining soldiers into my father's command, and the deal was completed."

After finishing speaking, Xu Yuan gathered his thoughts and sighed:

“So, Nalanting took away most of Xizezhou's vitality at the cost of his life.”

Halfway through speaking, Xu Yuan subconsciously looked back at Jia Yi, with a strange look in his eyes.

A large state must have a mountain of supplies, but there are actually many ways to transport them away.

It is not impossible in this world to force tens of millions of people to do corvee work.

Although many, many people will die, as long as this is done, these materials can be sent back to the desert even by manpower alone.

Thinking in his mind, Xu Yuan frowned and asked:

“That's not right. When the Tatar and Chao people entered the customs, they did not conscript the people of Xizezhou into corvee service?”

Li Junwu pondered for a while and sighed:

“After Nalanting broke through the barrier, it did not cause much harm to the people of Xizezhou. I don't know the specific reason.”

After saying that, she glanced at the girl from the Western Region, but Jia Yi just shook her head.

Xu Yuan was a little confused by the details he noticed.

He did not understand the motives of the former King of Tartar and Chao who had such strict military discipline.

You must know that in this era, to these nomadic peoples, people from other countries are like two-legged sheep.

After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan's pupils shrank suddenly when he caught a glimpse of the portrait on the rice paper, he rubbed his eyebrows, with a hint of hesitation on his expression, and murmured:

"It can't be because of that. Is it a coincidence or a conspiracy? If it's a conspiracy, Nalan Ting's vision must be too far-sighted."

Li Junwu raised his eyebrows when he heard this, reached out and patted Xu Yuan on the back, and said angrily:

"What are you muttering about? Have you guessed Nalan Ting's purpose?"

"Um"

Xu Yuan smacked his lips in pain and glared at this good-breasted brother. He glanced at Jia Yi who was standing aside and cast a curious look at him, so he muttered to her:

“I probably guessed it.”

“What is it?”

“Nalanting's purpose in doing this should be to prepare for surrender.”

“Nonsense!”

Hearing this, Jia Yidai's eyebrows instantly stood up, like a Persian cat with fried hair:

“The late king can never be this kind of person!”

In "Cangyuan", the Desert Goddess respects Nalan Ting, and the late King of Tarchao seems to be her respected ancestor.

Therefore, Xu Yuan was not surprised by her reaction, and asked with a chuckle:

“Then can you explain why he would rather die than create national hatred in Dayan?”

"The death of the former king was to use his body as medicine, in order to cure the thousand-year-old evils of Tartar and Chao Dynasty."

Jia Yi narrowed her beautiful eyes and retorted quickly: "If I hadn't done this at that time, all the plans would have been in vain, and the massive supplies and equipment captured would have been left in the Great Yan territory."

Xu Yuan shook his head and raised his index and middle fingers:

"These are the two paths he has left for you. One is to use the important weapons of the Yan Dynasty to conquer the Yan Dynasty and seek the world."

He said,

Xu Yuan turned around, crossed his legs on the bed, and looked directly into the other person's pupils as bright as emeralds:

"It's just a pity that the first road Nalanting took to seek heaven has been cut off by you descendants. In the thirty years when you Tachao people did not invade the Great Yan border, you should have been fighting among yourself, right?"

Jia Yi's green pupils flickered and she looked away.

The massive supplies that the former king had exchanged for his life were transported to the depths of the desert. What followed was not the Zhongxing rule, but one after another internal strife between the clans surrounding the heirs of the former prince.

Even with the stolen weapons and the work of famous craftsmen, although Tarchao had become much stronger in the past fifty years, it was still far from the prosperous age that the previous king wanted to see.

“It seems I was right.”

Xu Yuan looked at the girl's expression, smiled, clasped his middle finger, and gently tapped the ruby pendant on her chest with his index finger:

"The dissatisfaction of Nalan Ting, the descendants of you, has been taken into account, so he has left a second path for you, to survive through compromise and integration. And if you want to take this second path, then he can no longer Blood feuds between ethnic groups were created in Dayan.

“Otherwise, the fate left to you Tachao people will be the same as the barbarians in the north today.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the room fell into a silence as deep as the deep sea.

I don't know how long it took, but on the dark bed, the voice of a girl from the Western Region slowly sounded:

“Are you saying that those people came with the heart of the late king to secretly seize control of the Tarchao Royal Court in the name of Linlang?”

"Yes."

“In other words, the late king reached cooperation with them?”

“Most likely.”

Jia Yi pondered for a while, nodded slightly, and made a quick decision:

"I understand. I will give you a token to connect Linlang to the city."

Li Junwu immediately smiled after hearing this, and when he was about to say something ridiculous, his brows involuntarily raised slightly.

Because, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of Xu Yuan's deep and indifferent expression.

Xu Yuan looked at Jia Yi and smiled:

"Of course you can, but I need to remind you that you should not have any thoughts of cooperating with the sect."

“.” Jia Yi frowned in confusion.

Xu Yuan ignored her look.

As one of the world bosses in "Cangyuan", although Jia Yi is still young, his talent is bound to be top-notch.

It is obviously unrealistic to expect this woman to follow Li Jun in martial arts just because she is in love.

She must be familiar with the current situation in the Western Desert, and she must also know which family is the most powerful in Dayan.

Cooperating with them is cooperation, and cooperating with sects is also cooperation.

Under the girl's gaze, Xu Yuan maintained a smile and said softly:

"As a hero who can see the direction of the next few decades, Nalanting will inevitably leave arrangements after his "death", but your Tachao family eventually became chaotic, and the chaos lasted for thirty years."

Jia Yi frowned and whispered:

“What do you mean?”

Xu Yuan shrugged, bent his eyes and smiled:

“I just want to remind you that your late king is not the only hero in this world, and not everyone will act according to his designs.”

Having said that,

Xu Yuan took off his boots and got into the bed, pulled a pillow and lay down, looking at her green eyes with side eyes, and said casually:

“You can think carefully about what I say. It's still a long time before we open the city at dawn, my little sister~”

(End of this chapter)

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