The year is not divided into four seasons, and the nights in Chang'an are quiet and heavy. The tip of Han Huan's pen in front of the candlelight is occasionally whirling on the separate paper, making swaying sounds. After several lines, or after one article, servants keep adding new ink balls.

If this empire wants to be revived, there are indeed too many problems that need to be solved urgently.

Han Huang was thinking about the integration of the northwest defense line. It was not enough to just let Li Sheng be the Marshal of Longyou. At least he needed Marshal Jiannan to maintain the front that coordinated Sanchuan.

Next is the issue of military training. Now, the northwest and southwest towns are working in progress according to the model pioneered by Gao Yue and Lu Zhi. It is safe to hand over this matter to Gao Yue, Wei Gao, Li Sheng and others, but what makes him unable to let go is the Shence Beijing West Camp and the Northern Yamen. The Shenwei Imperial Guards - the generals do not buy each other, and the training level is uneven. As the imperial guards (whether it is a field battle or a stationed in Beijing), the level of the imperial guards is declining, and it is almost inferior to Fang Zhen’s army, and it still has excessively generous rewards for clothing and food. And the biggest resistance to innovating the imperial guards comes from the emperor and the Zhongguan Group.

In addition, Han Huan was also preparing to implement powerful tricks: Gao Yue once told him that after separating the soldiers and the Shooters, the Shooters could support themselves by just the camp and field, and undertake training tasks, so this part of the military funds saved can be used to improve the treatment of soldiers, strengthen military equipment, and implement elite military strategies. Han Huan deeply agreed with this, but if the money continues to be left in various towns, he was not at ease with the ethics of the Jieshang and the fear of being corruption, so he prepared to first strip the money and "Liuzhou" money and collect it into the "Ministry of Revenue Money" of the state treasury, and then the court established a "Military Arms Supervision" to uniformly allocate and distribute it to the Fang Town and supervise it.

Or simply set up a "military artifact courtyard" in areas with rich copper and iron resources to concentrate on forging and making armor, bows and arrows, weapons, etc.?

Han Huan kept writing with one hand and holding the other on his forehead. He didn't feel that it was the third day of the day, and it was time to go to the Political Affairs Hall of the Secretariat of the East Nei.

While several old servants were putting on him fish bags in court, Han Huan turned around and saw a scroll hanging on the wall. Several cows of different colors were vivid, either walking or lying, but they were still missing their tails and not drawing them.

The essence of a cow is in the head and tail. Han Huan was too busy with official business during this period, which made the tails of the cows in the painting never finished.

"When my husband is resting, take some time to finish it!" An old servant named Wang sighed and suggested.

"Okay, okay." Han Huan made a secret wish and waited until the next rest day to complete the painting anyway.

Next, his eyes changed, because in addition to the cows, there was also someone inside. He was an old man wearing a straw raincoat and a straw hat, holding a green bamboo behind his back, and a wine gourd was pinned around his waist. He was looking back at the cows with a smile!

"Sure enough, what I lack in this life is this indifferent and free heart that will make up for it in the painting?" Han Huanyu smiled bitterly in his heart and came up with these words.

In the early morning of late summer, the wind was still a little cold. Han Huan, supported by his servant, put on a hat when he was riding his horse in the flames in front of the door, and then said, "You are here to come to the court!" Several servants raised the torch, hugged Han Huan on the horse's back, and walked towards the east side of Kaihuafang.

Compared with other ministers, Han Huan had to take a step earlier, which was his routine. When he was in Runzhou, he usually took the yamen half an hour earlier than his assistants.

As the flames flashed, two lines of characters and talismans written in charcoal ash appeared on the plain wall of Han Huan's house.

But no one noticed it at all.

At this time, Han Huan heard a faint sound of the drums from the streets in some buildings, "How did this drum sound early? It seems that the curfew drums in the capital have also begun to become chaotic and must be corrected."

On the Heng Street opposite Kaihuafang and Chongyifang, the Han Huan team had just turned over.

There are still many holes dug by Hu Shang and Fang people. The shops that originally built up the sales of goods in these holes are now demolished, but the walls have not had time to revive them. In spring and summer, miscellaneous trees and weeds grow and spread along these holes, looking dilapidated and gloomy, like the bloody mouth of a monster.

"It's a must."

Suddenly, Han Huan, who was resting on the horse's back, heard this sound, became alert and asked the old servant beside him, "Someone said he would be successful?"

The old servant had a little back and just shook his head.

"It's a must."

Han Huan heard the sound coming from somewhere behind him again, so he tightened the reins and hurriedly looked back.

I saw that five feet away, the collapsed Duanfang wall was covered with rain-proof straw mats, which naturally hang down. In addition, the soil and rocks were built up randomly, just like a person's eyes flashing out from the beast's head, staring at me. The sound of "Must-win" just now was shouted here.

"There is a bad guy." Han Huan immediately shouted.

Before he finished speaking, a strange flame suddenly ignited under the shade of a tree in front of him.

This ball of fire was lit by a small oil pot hanging under the crossbow arrow.

"Buzz", the crossbow arm rose and bounced up. The flame turned into a ray of light and shot at the side ribs of Han Huan on the horse.

"Your husband was caught in an arrow." With this shrill cry, Han Huan's servants and followers were in chaos.

The horse bells rang randomly, carrying the pale-faced Han Huan, and was spinning wildly in the spot.

Han Huan's hand held the crossbow arrow that was deeply immersed in his flesh and blood. The fire in the oil pot became more and more prosperous. He burned his hands and ribs, and burned his official uniform. The flapping flames instantly swallowed half of his body!

"Where is the traitor..." The prime minister of the Tang Dynasty still did not lose his majesty when he was dying.

"It must be successful, it must be successful." In all directions, in the corners of Kaihuafang and Chongyifang, with this ball of fire as the target, arrows flew towards Han Huan like raindrops.

Han Huan was shot in the chest, neck, and legs one after another.

To protect the master, two servants were also shot into arrows and fell down on the horse.

The others could only escape in all directions.

On the trees, on the walls, and at the collapsed caves, people kept jumping out like swans, shouting Bijie's slogans, chopping down and cutting down the people beside Han Huan, and finally forming a circle, approaching Han Huan, who had lost consciousness and was lying on the saddle.

The straw mat was dusty and was lifted up. The two thieves held the long scepter hidden in it and walked out, "Hey--!" Two long scepters stabbed Han Huan's lower ribs and one hit the forehead under his cap.

Han Huan suddenly opened his eyes. The tragic pain made him thrust for a few times, making his last long roar.

The thieves were so scared that they retreated one after another.

Then, Han Huan died, and his body slid off the horse's back with a fire and fell to the ground.

At this moment, Gao Yue rode his horse, along with his followers and Ren family, and a group of Guo's children who were preparing to take escorts from the Fenyang Palace, and rushed to the intersection of Chongyifang, where he was preparing to meet Duan Xiushi, who was unemployed in Chongyifang.

As a result, Gao Yue saw this scene:

A minister wearing a court uniform and fireworks were still leaping on the ground.

The group of broad believers waved their swords, cut off the heads on the corpse, and held them high in their hands.

"Duke Jin..." Gao Yue saw the long beard and head, and he could no longer say a word.
Chapter completed!