Chapter 5 Heavy brocade and lighter

"Don't be happy too early!" The old general eagle frowned and said indifferently, "Son, your majesty is also weighing between me and General Yan. Whose son can you marry Princess Ningzheng to get a greater reward! General Yu Dianyan ruled all the soldiers and horses of the empire in those years, but he was dismissed from the imperial capital during the turmoil of the empire 20 years ago and had no real power. But the prestige of General Yu Dianyan is there. As long as he is given time to contact the old department that followed him in those years, the empire will invest a lot of money, ghosts, proud feathers, and the cavalry under construction will all be under the command of General Yu Dianyan. Fanyang's military strength will definitely reach the height of competing with the barbarians!"

"Dad, is this General Yan... very powerful? No matter how bullish he is, he is not as powerful as your father! What's more, he is an old man who has been unloaded and returned to the field for 20 years, and he can still ride a horse to fight..." Li Qingqi raised his legs and asked with disdain.

The old general turned his head and stared at his son and said angrily, "You must not be rude to General Yan... In those years, his father was the first pawn to fight with General Yan. Fortunately, he did not survive on the battlefield and accumulated some military achievements to have his current position. If General Yan hadn't taken his father out of the poor mountain and vicious village and saw such a bloody battlefield and the ugly face of the emperor's official, how could there be the current Cang navy? How can you have your boy's glory and wealth now?

The frivolity on Li Qingqi's face was slightly restrained. He knew that his father had always been arrogant, and there were not many people in the world who could make his father so respected. Is this General Yan really powerful? Awesome?

The old general looked at his son and sighed helplessly.

General Fanyang Yudianyan and Mengyang Zhentian General are all military wizards in this century. General Mengyang Zhentian is proficient in various strange battle arrays, and cooperates with each other with his troops, which is amazingly powerful. Fragmented news came from Mengyang. A few years ago, the barbarians in the far north invaded Mengyang, and the battle array of General Zhentian fought against the barbarian fierce iron horses and did not fall behind. However, General Fanyang Yudianyan developed the armed army with machine technology to the extreme. All kinds of exquisite weapons, ranging from crossbows to heavy machines to attack the city and defense, were assembled into the army to achieve an effect beyond the reach of manpower.

At the time of the former emperor, the Japanese countries in the East China Sea rushed to land on the beach. If there was no General Yan's strength to turn the tide at that time, he ignored the imperial edict sent by the three fast horses and whips, and rushed thousands of miles to attack, and killed a transparent enemy when the enemy troops stopped to maintain stability. More than a thousand shark-toothed fighting ships crossed the East China Sea to kill the mainland of Japan. Now Fan Yang Bao is not sure that Japanese pirates are everywhere? Fanyang, who is used to living a comfortable life in a rich and healthy life, is really lucky to have such a bloody and brave general.

But this is also the reason why after the death of the late emperor, His Majesty Mingchan destroyed the Fanyang military system in one fell swoop without waiting for the dragon chair to sit hot. The royal family doesn't think so. With countless elite soldiers and strong generals, but do not pay attention to the imperial edict, in the eyes of the royal family, it is a betrayal!

General Yan, the imperial palace, is too arrogant and his eyes are too clean, but it's a pity...

The old general withdrew his thoughts and said in a low voice, "It depends on how your majesty chooses. General Yan has prestige and strength. As long as he gives enough time to pay full military expenses, it is not impossible for Fanyang's military strength to reach a new peak, but it can't see the results immediately. It will take several years. It can be regarded as a dose of warm medicine. It takes a long time, but the effect is good. If we encircle our navy, there will immediately have 150,000 elite soldiers who can be defended. It is a strong medicine. In a short time, the medicine is powerful, but it can't be taken to get rid of the disease. Moreover, the future war is destined to be grand. I'm afraid that these 150,000 people will die and we can't shake the overall situation!"

Li Qingyu was stunned. Although he didn't understand what his father was talking about, he felt so powerful and looked stupid.

The old general still didn't give up. He leaned over and asked in a low voice, "Son, tell your father well. If there are several proud students who support you, there are several fierce generals under your father who carry the flag, counselors, and more than 20 guest scholars raised by us, and ask for money to produce nearly five million gold a year in our three counties in southwest. You As long as you put on armor and ride on the horse to make a look, and hide behind us during the war, and guarantee that you will not die, do you dare to take over the position of Dad's Cang navy?

Li Qingyu understood the last sentence and immediately shook his head like a rattle and said vaguely, "No, no, no, forget it! Dad, you know that your son is good at eating, drinking, playing and visiting brothel. He can't do such a laborious thing as leading troops to war! I feel dizzy when I see blood, or forget it..."

The old general's hope gradually failed, and his whole spirit seemed to have been emptied!

He has been operating painstakingly in the three counties in the southwest for 20 years, and thickly occupying the richest land of the empire. He just wants to leave a solid foundation for his son. His son inherits his father's business. Li Jiacang's navy has successors, and the old general's life is not in vain. But how can his son deliver this family business at ease? It will be ruined in a few years! The old man can't bear it!

The old general left the Limu Taishi chair and stood up. His figure was even higher than ordinary people, and his waist and back were not crout at all. Although the root of the disease on his leg is faintly painful, the old general can still not change his face. It is rare that he doesn't have to wear armor. Wearing this exquisite robe made of silk and satin, he feels uncomfortable all over.

Seeing his father get up, Li Qingqiu also stood up - although Li Qiuer's notoriety was famous among the Fanyang nobles, he was in awe of this father who was in charge of 150,000 soldiers and horses.

The father and son stand looking at each other, and the old general is tall, still half a head taller than his son. He stretched out a big hand, held it on his son's shoulder, and said earnestly, "Ah, your mother died early. At the beginning, your father followed the army to fight, leaving your mother's woman at home to support you. When you were born, you died in childbirth. Dad didn't even look at your mother's last sight. I have always felt guilty, so I haven't married a woman again for so many years, and I can do whatever I want to do to you. Even if I break the sky, I have a father to support you. I just want to make up for what I owed to your mother at that time... For so many years, I have never scolded you for a word, and it's up to your nature. But this time, listen to Dad's, okay?"

The old man's face was wrinkled, and his falcon-like sharp eyes looked directly at his son's beautiful eyebrows. Li Qingyu looked against his father's eyes and saw that there was a faint flash in the old eyes. He felt his father's hand on his shoulder trembling uncontrollably, like trembling in the ice and snow. He raised his hand and held his father's palm on his shoulder, which was like rough sand and gravel - in his impression, he seemed to have never touched his father's hand so well. These blood-stained palms that had been holding iron guns and knives all their lives were also warm.

Li Qingyu was a little unbearable and stroked his father's rough palm. There was no dunk on his handsome face. He was extremely quiet and said softly, "Don't worry, my son will listen to you this time and marry Princess Ningzheng back to you!"

The old man squeezed his lips, nodded repeatedly, and his throat knot trembled up and down. It took him a long time to choke out a word 'good'. This old general, who started his life by bloody killing, was as soft as a piece of silk, like a rich man with a rich life. Seeing his children and grandchildren around his knees and seeing his children's heirs make great fortune, he has lived enough in his life. Aren't these old guys who work so hard for the sake of their children and grandchildren?

But the old general suddenly pulled his hand back from his son's hand, straightened his chest, and his face became rock-like and cold again. The momentum of killing and decisiveness returned to him. His whole body was like a long gun and had to be carried forward.

The old general turned around and left without looking at his son again. He strode out of the middle hall, which was completely different from the tenderness revealed at that moment. The rapid change caught Li Qingqi off guard.

When he was about to cross the gate of the middle hall, the old man seemed to remember something and said, "I will come back after playing until the end of the year. Your sister Chongjin will also come back. Our family of three have a good New Year."

Li Qingyu nodded silently and agreed. Li Chongjin is his sister. She has been married for many years and doesn't know how she is now.

Li Chongjin, Li Qingqi, his lips were whispering and silently chanting these two names. Heavy brocade and light clothes are all excellent warm clothes, with light texture, warm and close to the body. When you are old, your body is not as cold-resistant as when you are young, so you have to rely on such clothes to keep warm. However, his father is still alone and still has to work all day long. He cares more about Qiu, and a pair of children are not around. Dad seems to be infinitely beautiful and powerful, and his heart is cold and bitter. Who knows?

Light Qiu warms the bones, and the heavy brocade warms the blood.

If the heart is cold, how can it be warm?

"Dad is old..." Li Qingqi looked at his father's tall figure disappearing in the night little by little and whispered to himself.

He walked to the teacher's chair where his father had sat and sat down, hoping to feel his father's warmth. The fingertips inadvertently touched the smooth pear wood, which was cold to the bone.

He half sat and half lay down, closed his eyes, as if he was asleep, but his mind remembered the little things he had with his father for more than ten years since he remembered. Broken memories spewed out, and my mind was so confused that I sat alone all night.

Leaving his son, the old general wandered in the empty Li family mansion like a lonely ghost, passed through the front room of the middle courtyard and went straight to the gate, looking worried. With the light of two big red lanterns, he took out a silk brocade book from his arms, wrote a dragon and snake, and the bright red li seal in the lower left corner, which was shocking.

This is a handwritten letter from General Yan, who has returned to his original position, asking him to hand over the talisman of the Cang navy, and 150,000 Li Jiacang navy is transferred to General Yan of the imperial palace. The Fang Li seal is the highest tiger charm mark of the imperial military power. When you see the tiger charm, you can't rebel if you see the emperor.

But how can the old general be willing to hand over the army that has been operating painstakingly for 20 years? This letter has been in his hands for months and has not replied for a long time, and the letter stamped with the tiger charm has been sent to the southwest again and again, with a harsher tone. The old general felt great pressure.

seemed to have made a great determination. He kneaded the silk brocade book into a ball, held it tightly, and said to himself in a low voice, "Son, Dad is working hard to support it. You have to fight for it as long as you can..."