My lord, she is beautiful and good at fighting

"You still have breath," Rong Xian said in a vague tone, taking out the handkerchief from Wei Wan's hand and wiping off the blood on the sharp blade of the folding fan, "Defense outside the camp, does A Wan have any ideas?"

Wei Wan raised her eyes to look at Rong Xian, her expression was solemn, and there was a chill in her eyes. She had a very high talent for military defense since she was a child, and she became even more knowledgeable after leading troops in battles, but Rong Xian didn't know. Asking this can only mean:

"This is my father's usual marching layout."

"You grew up in Kyoto and have never seen King Huaiwu against his enemies." Rong Xian folded the square handkerchief, exposed the clean side, and wiped away the remaining blood marks. "Your older brothers and younger brothers are so blessed. inheritance."

Wei Wan thought for a long time. At the end of the three-year tug-of-war with Beirong and Beishu, when she pursued the victory and penetrated into northern Xinjiang, she did find some clues and traces, but there was no possibility of treason in the Wei family. Otherwise, with her father's talent and talent, Ji can lead the 300,000 Wei family troops southward and directly enter the capital city: "The northern land is vast. Although it is still a wilderness outside Yanmen Pass, Beirong and Yanyun sixteen states are connected to the east and west sides. The water and grass in Beirong are fertile. If we can dig the lake water to the southeast, we won’t have to worry about this desolate and thorny land becoming a foodless place.”

"Times have changed. If my father had planned to expand overseas more than 20 years ago, the only one who could inherit my father's talent would be his eldest brother. Diao Zun might not trust a young man who was just starting out, not to mention Wei, Zheng, Song and Jin. "My father has been stationed in Yanmen for only eighteen years."

"King Huaiwu garrisoned Yanmen not in the first year of Ze'an, but..." Rong Xian raised his eyes and looked directly at Wei Wan, locking her eyes with a meaningful darkness, "During the Jin and Zhao years."

"Now when people in the world talk about King Huaiwu, they only talk about the princes who were ennobled by the king of Zhou because of his merits. However, the move of the three families to divide the Jin into Jin is too shocking. The first is the first, and the big fanfare is to force the Zhou to compromise and admit the second. This behavior is tantamount to rebellion, and the other families are actually suspicious. , especially Zheng and Song, knew very well that King Huaiwu was used by King Zhou to check and balance King Wei's enfeoffment, and King Wei was always wary of your father, and that was definitely not the case." Rong Xian folded his fan and twirled it politely. The code is neatly written, "In the early years of Jin Gong's conferment, there were many mountain warriors and frequent turmoil. The Rong family and the Hu family traced their origins from the Zhou Dynasty family. The ancestors of the Wei family came from the grassland and followed the mountain bandits of Jinping County to drive away foreign enemies. , building city walls, it is not an exaggeration to say that half of the empire of the early Jin Dynasty belongs to the Wei family."

"The legitimate son and grandson of the Wei family, his fearless young spirit made him favored and cherished by the Marquis of Jin. During the reign of the Marquis of Jin, the family colluded with foreign enemies. The head of the Wei family wore armor in the northern frontier, but he was unable to defeat him because of his old age. Unfortunately, he died, and turmoil resumed. , it was at this time that Uncle Wei invited himself to go to the border to practice. From an unknown cavalry soldier, to the late Jin and Zhao years, he had been promoted to a border general, which shows his outstanding talent. When Zheng and Song Dynasty besieged Jinyang City, Uncle Wei led a small group of cavalry Running for thousands of miles, I was blocked by the collapse of the mountain road halfway."

The bottom of Rong Xian's eyes was dark, and the long eyelashes at the end of his eyes blocked the halo reflected in the pupils of the surrounding candlelight, and another beacon surged in his trance.

Jinyang City was filled with smoke, and the darkness was mixed with thick blood mist. The city walls were smashed by catapults, the city gates were damaged by logs, and the suspension bridge on the outer river was burned to ashes. The ladder was placed crookedly on the broken tiles and ruins, and the arrows were stuck in the cracks of the bricks and on people.

After all, the wolf smoke on the beacon tower did not wait for the reinforcements coming from northern Xinjiang, only the mountain comrades who raised flags, burned, killed and looted.

Rong Xian stood on the city wall, holding a tall long bow in his hand, his wrists trembling slightly, his back was pressed against by a Qingjun man, his warm and generous palms circled his hand and held it, while the other hand adjusted it He set the string and drew the bow at an angle, and the man led him to open the bow. He pinched the end of the arrow shaft with his index finger and thumb, and pulled the bow for a full moon. His voice was noble, self-possessed, elegant and firm: "Lanting, did you see that? Flag, lower it.”

After finishing speaking, the arrow shot through the air, and the flagpole a hundred miles away suddenly fell down. The wind-hunting flag was stained with blood and mud, and was trampled into the soil.

The four-year-old Rong Xian was wearing a short colored robe, holding a bow that was half his body taller than him. His fair and serious face was covered with sweat, but there was no sign of retreat or fear. He said word by word: "Father, catch the thief." Capture the king first.”

"I can't wait any longer." The man looked towards the desolation in the north, and could vaguely see the mountains blocking the border, "Lanting."

Rong Xian stood on the city wall, bent down stubbornly, stretched out his hand to the man's waist and slung the quiver: "Father."

"It's important to capture the thief first," the man said, rubbing the top of Rong Xian's hair, pulling out an arrow, repeating the same action, teaching patiently and tirelessly, "but what's more important is the faith in his heart."

The arrow feathers penetrated the clouds and smoke, and the leader sitting at the rear fell off his horse and fell to the ground without leaving a breath. The surrounding targets in the distance were instantly confused.

"As long as the early Jin Dynasty is destroyed, banners with different surnames cannot be raised."

Rong Xian turned around, looked at the man's calm face, and couldn't help but recited: "The first Jin will not perish,"

Hearing this, the man lowered his eyes, with a slight smile in his eyes: "Well, if the Jin Dynasty survives first, we will win."

"Axian, remember that the way to be a minister is to be loyal to the emperor and patriotic."

"High mountains, lush forests and tall bamboos," the man turned around and pushed Rong Xian off the wall in front of the horse, and at the same time he fell backwards. "The weather is sunny and the wind is gentle." [1]

Rong Xian was caught off guard and fell on the city wall walkway. His palms were scratched by fine stones, and the hem of his robe was stained with the blood of the soldiers on the walkway. He didn't care and rushed forward to grab a piece of the man's clothes.

At that time, Rong Xian was not as high as the city wall and couldn't see the scene below the city tower. His scratched hands were scratching the opening on the city wall, as if he couldn't feel the pain. He opened his mouth, but couldn't whimper. He looked around blankly, gritted his teeth, and struggled to pull his feet over his body. The moment he raised his head, he saw a heavy arrow flying towards him.

＇锵——＇

The bronze arrow shot through the air in the other direction, and was nailed to the arrowhead without any bias. The heavy arrow deflected and got stuck on the city wall.

A black-maned horse galloped from the north. It was dressed in mysterious black armor. It held a bow on its back and tightened the reins. The black-maned horse crossed the city moat, swung its tail, raised its hooves, stood up restlessly, and then blocked the city gate. In front of him, he also stood in front of his father's body.

"Attack the city?" Wei Jingji narrowed his eyes and smiled, but his eyes were cold, and the bloody and violent energy around him turned into reality, "It happened to me."

"You dare to be arrogant in front of your uncles alone," Zheng Yan said with a look of disdain on his face. If it were his father, Wei Hu, he would still be afraid, but the person who came was Wei Jingji.

"Uncle? You have a gold scale in your arms and can stick it on your face anytime and anywhere. You are just a bunch of rebellious officials and thieves." Wei Jingji couldn't help but smile with sarcasm, "Who are you shouting about to kill in front of you, you beast?" You're just a bastard, and you're not even worthy of carrying the young man's shoes."

"You! Shuzi, how dare you insult me!"

Wei Jingji held the gun behind his back and shook it outward. The barrel of the gun made a cut in his palm: "If you want to fight, then fight."

Wanton and arrogant.

Wei Jingji didn't take anyone seriously at all. He raised his head and looked at the little head on the city. He opened his hand that was not holding the gun and said, "Come down, Uncle Wei will pick you up."

Rong Xian pursed her lips, her childish fox eyes were slightly rounded, and she glanced at the dark, glaring enemy troops. Gritting her teeth, she stepped onto the wall stacks as if calmly, and jumped down with open arms.

The shrill and bleak wind blew past his ears, and the next moment, he was pulled into his arms by his collar. The armor was not cold, but a little hot, and the thick calloused palms passed heavily over his head. A few times: "Good boy!"

Wei Jingji saw Zheng Xi's old face turned stiff, but he still stood still. He raised his lips with a mocking look, turned over and dismounted.

Zheng Xi tightened the reins and took half a step back on his horse.

There were horseshoes in the distance, and the gravel on the ground vibrated finely as the surrounding horses moved their hooves restlessly. Wei Jingji pulled Rong Xian over, took off his black cloak, and gathered Rong Yu's body on the ground.

The cavalry pressed past in the distance, and they were forced back in a arrogant manner. The two sides were in a stalemate, but within a short while, the sound of fighting came from the city, with women screaming and children crying. Wei Jingji's hand holding up the body hesitated, but he still packed it away steadily and orderly. The feeling of saving lives in a desperate situation and the kindness of dignity in a dangerous place were all the reasons why he had to leave Jinyang.

……

Wei Wan suddenly raised his eyes, his phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and a thread pulled the needle flashed in his heart, so fast that people couldn't catch it, "The army is in a hurry, and there must be soldiers who explore the way first, but the army just walked away from the collapsed On the mountain road, it would be too good to miss it."

"During the reign of Duke Jin, there were many changes, emphasizing military force but not despising literature." Rong Xian narrowed his eyes and spoke softly, "Among the six ministers, except for the headed Hu and Rong families, who are from the Zhou family, the rest are all new The Wu family was established, but when the Jin Dynasty was first established, it already annexed Shanrong, and the methods were too harsh, which made people's hearts uneasy."

"It is true that Zheng and Song Dynasty were the main culprits in the attack on Jin, and the Wei captives were accomplices. But when you look at their merits, they are not as good as another martial artist." Rong Xian arched his eyebrows, and his lips that often smiled were now lightly pursed, "Jinyang was It is not an exaggeration to say that people are dying of hunger everywhere. It was not Zheng and Song who turned Jinyang into purgatory, but rebellion from within."

"The city gate has not been breached," Wei Huan said after a pause. Although the aristocratic families of the six ministers of the Jin Dynasty only occupied the first two places, there were actually many noble and noble families in Jinyang. However, many of them died in those days. Otherwise, if There are two left, plus Hu Shi and Father, the position of King Wei is not in the position of Wei Qiu in any case, "...it is the city guard army."

"Yang family."

"Yang Chong bites inward and takes the opportunity to cause chaos." Rong Xian raised his fox eyes and looked at Wei Wan intently, "The cavalry brought by Uncle Wei can only turn to attack the city."

"Yang Chong was cautious and did not like fighting. He did not get what he wanted in the Golden Palace, so he escaped from the rebellious city guard through a secret passage and lived in the Taihang Mountains."

It didn't take a moment for Wei Wan to figure out the details. Yang Chong led the city guard to occupy the Taihang Mountains as bandits, and then picked up his old business again, robbing homes and houses, hiding his strength and biding his time. He was just aware of the turmoil and disputes at the beginning of the split between the three families and had no time to take care of him.

When others thought about it, he had already recharged his energy, enough to make a comeback and lead the city guards to plunder the land and seize the city.

In the fifteenth year of Ze'an, the Zijingguan garrison and the rebel army raised by Rong Xian worked together to wipe out the 60,000 city guard troops that Yang Chong had taken away. Rong Xian's 60,000 private soldiers naturally replaced the 60,000 Taihang Mountain city guard troops. Naturally, The terrain is an excellent place for shelter.

Yang Chong probably didn't expect that he would end up defeated by a young man who was about to reach the top of his game after planning carefully all his life.

Wei Wan frowned slightly and untied a few strands of the thread tangled in his heart: "What does Yang Chong want, the jade seal."

"There is also a tiger talisman." Rong Xian looked at the blood stains on the ink jade fan, which was particularly annoying, so he unfolded the folding fan, pulled out the fan, and rubbed the fan bone, "Yang Chong is cunning and knows that forcibly seizing the title is unfair. The saliva of all the students in the world was going to drown him, so he put Jin Guan in the Jinque dungeon, but did not kill him personally, and took him out of Jinque when he escaped."

"I also learned that the Jiao family in Yiyang had been denounced by the Ji family of the Zhou royal family, and they had long been grievances, so they transferred the person to Jiao Mi."

"With 300,000 border troops on the side, they have no choice but to watch Uncle Wei seize the land and become the king in the northern border. A sword with a sharp edge, but it keeps extending inward and gradually becomes a thorn in the hearts of the three families."

Rong Xian's words are not superficial. You don't need to think too hard to understand the deep meaning. Great-grandfather and grandfather followed Duke Jin to conquer the world. My father is the companion of Duke Xi and is favored by the Duke of Jin. However, the Siku history books have always been the winners. write. [2]

Wei Dao was originally a concubine, stabbed his father and brother in the back, and participated in the rebellion. He knew it well because of his unjust reputation. Wei Wan grew up in Jinyang since he was a child, although Rong Xian was there to take care of him. , but for the Wei family in the early Jin Dynasty, they had a preconceived impression that they would not be treasonous, but they may not be loyal to the emperor. But my father's loyalty to the early Jin Dynasty will inevitably become a thorn in the eyes of the three families. Even if the Wei family is the strongest shield and blade for foreign enemies to invade the Central Plains, it is difficult to resist the desire to drive out all the direct descendants of the Wei family.

What's more, the temptation of 300,000 border troops is too great, and the eight counties are battlegrounds for military strategists. The Wei captives would not give up. Zheng and Song wolves were watching, and the foreign enemies were watching with eagles and owls.

"If during the Jin and Zhao years, my father went deep into the enemy camp to set up this trap..."

"Therefore, it is inevitable that the whole Wei family will die in the battle." Wei Wan raised the corners of his lips with a mocking smile, "Foreign enemies have the intention of competing in the Central Plains. The Wei family has been guarding the border for many years, and they are standing up to block it. They naturally hated the standing mountains with the blood of countless barbarians on their hands. The rear thought that the high banks and deep valleys prevented him from carrying out his grand ambitions, so he formed a gang and used hammers to carve out the mountains."

"Not really," Rong Xian raised his eyes, focusing on her eyebrows, "The Wei army has been at odds with Beirong for many years, and they have had frequent disputes with Beishu. No matter which one they were, they were never really torn from your father's hands. More than flesh and blood. And I remember that there is one in the Wei family's military orders, which is to fight to the death. After Beirong and Luoting Qiejiang jointly attacked Yanmen, if they really captured your father and brother or killed them, they should not have calmed down like this, not to mention It’s time to celebrate by cooking meat around the fire.”

"Uncle Wei has been leading the army for many years. He has been planning this for a long time. As long as we can see the plan that is sure to hit with one strike today, he may have had long-term plans." Rong Xian's words were intriguing, and Wei Wan couldn't help but think for a moment after hearing this.

"If I remember correctly, Uncle Rong was also Gongzi Xi's companion at that time."

"Rong Xian," Wei Wan stepped forward, the two faced each other, raising his chin slightly, looking at the beautiful face that had returned to its original state, "when you left Jinyang and started an army to conspire, did it have my father's handiwork?"

Rong Xian's eyes were drooped, and her long eyelashes were just enough to cover her expression, as if a dense mist was cast over her dark eyes, vaguely reflecting Wei's sullen little face.

"Hey," a cynical voice sounded, and the cold wind penetrated, "You two are so happy. There is a war outside, but inside... the scenery is beautiful."

Wei Wanfeng's eyes suddenly turned sharp, and when he turned around, Rong Xian hugged his waist, and a clear voice came from above his ear: "Didn't I tell you to look at people?"

"It's almost stable outside," Lu Qui put a big cloak on his arm, and his gaze fell on Wei Wan's face inquiringly. He strode forward, held the moon in his arms and bowed, smiling playfully, "Xiao Yuzhu?"

Wei Wan raised his eyebrows and glanced at Rong Xian. Then he held the belt behind him, took the cloak and put it on his body. His slender fingers hooked the laces, his eyes were filled with coolness, and he faintly uttered two words: "Eye."

Lu Qui's neck suddenly felt cold, he shrank back, curled his fingertips slightly, put it to his lips and coughed twice, when he looked away, he turned away, and happened to see the miserable state of Diao Zun lying on the ground, his expression was stunned for a moment, and he hurriedly He felt his heart pulse before speaking, and said with a slight twitch, "You two...why don't you be beaten to death?"

"I just thought about it." Rong Xian's movements were slow and slow, and his expression was lazy and unconcerned. When he saw what he was about to say, he looked calm, "It's not like he's not dead yet."

"He's not dead yet," Lu Qui said with a bad face. He immediately stared at the broken arm not far away. The incision was surprisingly smooth. His eyelids couldn't stop turning up. "But he's almost there. There's blood right now." If the bleeding continues, the person may not be able to be saved. Is he teasing you? Let you do this..."

Rong Xian's long eyelashes were raised, revealing a foxy look in his eyes. Lu Qui was speechless for a moment: "If I really didn't care, he would have lost his breath a long time ago."

"Do you want to call a military doctor..." Lu Qui pursed his lips. Diao Zun was an important figure. The pre-Jin aristocratic families who colluded with him twenty years ago were not only the Zheng and Song Dynasties, but also the forces in the capital of Northern Shu. It is closely related. It would be a pity if people died so easily and there were no clues.

"I'm not." Rong Xian threw a porcelain bottle over. Half of his eyes were covered by his long eyelashes, which made him feel inexplicably dangerous. "When the bleeding stops, just keep your breath. You will be punished just like the interrogation."

Rong Xian lowered his head and looked at Wei Wan. As soon as he looked over, he met those phoenix eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling: "Lugu, the grandson of Hu Shi, the first minister of the Jin Dynasty."

Wei Wan was a little surprised, and then he nodded lightly to Lu Qui, his red lips parted lightly: "Wei Wan."

"I know," Lu Qun waved his hand, pulled open the piston of the porcelain bottle, and sprinkled medicinal powder on the bleeding area of ​​Diao Zun's broken arm as if for free. He kept teasing him, "From the time he left Jinyang, he will have to wait for three to five months." Let’s go back and take a look. During those days, the mailbox eagles were flying more and more every day. We calculated that the eagles would soar over the Taihang Mountains every hour.”

Wei Wan heard this, but did not answer the question: "How much grain is there in the granary?" "How do you know? I know," Lu Qui was surprised, but he calculated it carefully and replied, "It's less than 400,000 dendrobium. There are about 200,000 sheep. It is approaching the cold winter and it is difficult in the north. I heard that these 200,000 cattle and sheep were brought together by the working people to fight against the Wei Kingdom. The 400,000 grains were snatched from the city of Loulan. of."

"This food is going to be sent to the front camps of Beirong and Beishu respectively. Beirong has no contribution?" Wei Wan narrowed his eyes and tapped the side of his leg with his fingertips. "It is impossible for Luoting Qiejiang to be stupid enough to share the supply of the two countries. Grain."

"There are indeed no traces of Beirong's mixing in the grain here with Diao Zun." Seeing that Diao Zun's bleeding had stopped, Lu Qui sealed the piston, dusted off the dust on his knees and trouser legs, stood up and looked at Wei Wan, "From When Luoting Qiejiang arrived at Yanmen and began to attack the city, no more food was sent to the front line."

"Beirong has no food," Rong Xian adjusted the folding fan, raised his fox eyes and glanced sideways at the quilt, then locked his gaze on Wei Wan, "Beirong has joined the three counties in the lower border city."

As soon as he finished speaking, Wei Wan's eyes suddenly turned cold.

Beishu guarded the granary at the rear for Beirong, but they did not have to hand over cattle and sheep, so they took the lead and went down to the three counties of the border city. When they arrived outside Yanmen, there was no need for Diao Zun to transport them long distances. Grain was obviously closer and more convenient. The Beirong paid the difference with grain from the border counties, so they naturally enjoyed the grain reserves of Beishu in the rear in a reasonable and equal manner.

After capturing Yanmen, Beirong, Luantang and Jiang did not launch the next step of siege, so they naturally needed Diao Zun's grain reserves for support.

"Logically speaking, when the Beirong, Luantan and Jiang were inactive for the past few days, Diao Zun should deliver food to the front line as agreed." Wei Wan squinted his eyes and calculated, pursed his lips slightly, and thought for a moment, "But The grain has not been distributed even today, which can only mean that Diao Zun is not satisfied with this."

"It's normal for Diao Zun to have concerns. There was civil strife in the Central Plains. Diao Zun colluded with the Xiongnu to rob the Sixteenth Prefecture of Yanyun. He worked hard for more than a month, but in the end not a single city fell into his hands." Rong Xian felt a little more relaxed and asked Wei Wan The bloody handkerchief wiped the entire fan bone, "Beirong did this at the right time and in the right place. Not only did they get Beishu's grain reserves, but they didn't incur any heavy blood, they won the city, and they also made a name for themselves. "

"Three days ago, Beishu was informed that Prince Wei was captured alive." Lu Qui paused as he looked at Rong Xian's nitpicking, "Otherwise, Diao Zun will probably continue to suppress the grain."

Rong Xian squinted his eyes, carefully twisting a piece of fan bone with his index finger and thumb. After a moment, he raised his eyes to look at Lu Qui, "How are the casualties?"

"Tsk, this is really a coincidence." Lu Gu glanced at Wei Wan, and when he looked back at Rong Xian, the corners of his lips seemed to be smiling, "The Wei army came just in time. Except for Prince Wei, none of the 100,000 city guard troops were harmed. But Beirong no longer has the prestige it had when it raided the three counties north of the border city. I heard that it suffered a big loss in Dingxiang and was almost beaten into pieces by the Shen brothers and sisters."

"Beirong attacked Dingxiang?" Wei Wan frowned slightly, "Don't you have any intention of joining forces to attack Bingzhou?"

"I came to report from the ears and eyes. We were planning to work together to attack Bingzhou. The camps were all set up. But when we were discussing the strategy, there were differences." Lu Qui took out a letterbox as big as his little finger and handed it to Rong Xian. "Beirong Company has three counties in the lower border city." , the spring breeze felt a little more proud for a while. After Dalu Ting and Jiang returned to Beishu, he had figured out how to integrate the body and mind. This time, many of the people who followed him on the expedition were juniors from large clans, and they were even more young and vigorous. I felt that since To cooperate in siege, at least the cities must be equal, but Beishu only holds the empty Yanmen, while Beirong controls three counties and holds Beishu's rations, so it is inevitable that there will be a dispute of words. The people in Beishu are also holding their breath, and Prince Wei really hit the jackpot."

"This is not right." Rong Xian finally wiped the gaps of the ink jade fan clean, raised his head and said calmly, "The juniors of the Beishu clan are quick to talk. At first glance, there is nothing wrong with it. He is not an impulsive person, but since he is good at winning people's hearts, he will also have thousands of ways to coax his subordinates."

"You mean, Luo Ting and Jiang ordered this to happen?" Lu Kuan supported his chin with one hand and scratched the bridge of his nose with his index finger. "Or is it intentional induction. Just to kill Beirong's spirit?"

"Think bigger," Wei Wan raised his hand and pinched his earlobe. Luoting Qiejiang was by no means a generous person. It could even be said that he must retaliate for his anger. Otherwise, he would not have resented him because he was older than Nanchu in his previous life. In the end, he killed his father to seek power, "Maybe he wanted the three counties in the border city."

Lu Qui's eyes widened and he was surprised for a moment. Then he thought about it and realized that he was really not sure: "I thought that Beirong took advantage of this conspiracy. Who would have thought that Luo Ting and Jiang were playing with the mantis catching cicadas? Huang It's a bird-in-the-back trick. The ambition is quite big, but if he wants to eat the entire border town by himself, it would be overestimating his capabilities."

Wei Wan shook his head and pursed his lips tightly: "We all want to miss someone."

Lu Qui was confused and asked, "Who?"

"Yuan Fuyan." Rong Xian raised his eyes and replied to Lu Qui's question, "He and Luoting Qiejiang have too many things in common. Wu Shizhi was appointed as the governor of Chaoge County, and Luoting Qiejiang could cross the border and go to the court. Song, and now, Luoting Qiejiang can also be used as a winding path for Yuan Fuyan to return to Tuoba. The eight counties of the border city cannot eat Luoting Qiejiang alone, but Yuan Fuyan was captured by the guards at this time and made the city the king. , granting the land Chaoge."

"How are you doing there?"

Wei Wan raised his eyes when he heard the sound, and met Rong Xian's gaze. He was a little strange but couldn't detect anything wrong. He immediately shook his head: "I only mentioned one Murong Gu."

"Murong Gu?!" Lu Gu was shocked and confused, "This man is really a character. He was defeated in a battle with Yuan Fuyan. Knowing that he was outmatched, he incited Dai Di and seduced King Wei to eliminate dissidents for him. Now. Now It’s not related to the export business.”

"Moreover, Wu Yue is a brave person. If you can hear Murong Gu's name from her mouth, then she is either an ally or an enemy." Wei rolled up his wide sleeves and looked down, fixed on the carpet. At a certain point, he gradually became unfocused, "Moreover, Wu Yue seemed to have been disciplined by some means and could not ask any questions."

"This method is not common and is commonly used in the military. Wu Yue is not a martial artist. It is rare to see someone with such perseverance."

"General," Qin Wu's voice came from outside the tent. All the way from Yinshan to the Beishu camp, the Wei army couldn't help but change the word "four girls" to "general". After getting permission, they opened the tent curtain. He bowed his hands and saluted, "The granary in the north of the camp contains 300,000 hu of dendrobium and 190,000 cattle and sheep. The grain loaded into the truck is 80,000 hu of dendrobium and the cattle and sheep are 20,000. The barbarians guarding the granary and stationed outside have all taken control, and there are 31,800 cattle and sheep." Hundreds of people, including two musicians from the west camp and one musician from the east camp, were all arrested."

Rong Xian narrowed his eyes and looked at Lu Qui, who was looking left and right. Wei Wan also raised his eyebrows, looked back and raised his head: "Someone is missing."

"Guan Feng." Rong Xian raised his eyes, and when he looked back at Wei Wan, his expression gradually became lazy, without any hint of coolness, and then he turned to Qin Wudao calmly, "Let's assemble the army first and go south tomorrow."

After finishing speaking, Rong Xian took the guard's arm and disappeared in the same place in an instant. The wilderness quickly moved back, and the surrounding area seemed foggy in the dim night. The air was filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke: "The Guan family has lost its eldest prince, and it has long been gone." Despite the past glory, the eldest prince Yi Zong and Luo Ting Qie Jiang were in the same boat, Guan Feng escaped, but there was no place for him to stay, so where would people go."

"The moon is dark and the wind is high, and a man and a woman are alone. Is this what A-Wan wants?" Wei Wan put his jade fingers loosely on Rong Xian's arms and shoulders, not hugging her, so he had no choice but to hold her tightly. A little later, they were galloping swiftly, and their large cloaks covered the two of them tightly.

"Brother, I want to..." Wei Wan calmly placed his chin on Rong Xian's shoulder, with a smile on his lips, "Let me think about something."

"The situation in Beishu is unclear. After all, I haven't seen the eldest prince himself. Although the Guan family is no longer the same as before, it is still a skinny camel bigger than a horse." In order to make her lean more comfortably, Rong Xian held her waist and held her Wei Wan weighed it up and said, "But if Guan Feng goes south, there is no way out."

"When the time comes, we must give up the Guan family and join the Ming Lord. Guan Feng is a pure minister trained by the Guan family for the new king of Northern Shu. He is undoubtedly excellent in terms of ability, talent, and military observation and judgment. There is no lord who doesn't like talents, and it won't surprise Luo Ting and Jiang Jiang." The veins on the back of Rong Xian's hands were varicose, forming a different kind of tension with Wei Wan's thin back, "And if nothing happens to Guan Feng, it should be The next patriarch of the Guan family, if Guan Feng chooses to serve Luotang Qiejiang this time, it also means that this is the choice of the Guan family. From now on, he and Luotang Qiejiang will be like a grasshopper on a rope."

"The Guan family can't do it without the eldest prince, and the eldest prince can't do it without the Guan family. There are only two contenders. We can also look at it the other way around. Whoever owns the Guan family will be the next new king of Northern Shu. If there is no chance If Jiang Chongming is smart, he should firmly hold on to the Guan family and trap Guan Feng. The Guan family sends Guan Feng to the camp. One is to avoid the limelight, the other is to make achievements, and the third is to prepare for the selection of the new king. Guan Feng's involvement in the court is relatively new. If he can stay away from the court when the two kings are fighting, if there is an accidental mistake in the Guan family, Luo Ting and Jiang will not be implicated in Guan Feng who is fighting abroad."

"Guan Feng is not a simple person," Wei Wan leaned against Rong Xian's shoulder, feeling a little sleepy, "Lu Qui must have drugged someone. I think the effect of the drug was quite strong, but it didn't have much effect on Guan Feng." , it can be seen that this person has a strong body and is a good hand in marching."

Rong Xian responded softly, and when the sound fell, Wei Wan felt that the soles of his feet were on solid ground, and he was leaning on Rong Xian. His eyes were half-opened, and he looked at the dense fog around him: "Even if Guan Feng intends to seek refuge with Luo Ting Qie Jiang, But he escaped by chance, without a horse, and he was drugged, so he probably wouldn’t be able to follow the official path.”

"It won't be faster than our army." Rong Xian took off his cloak, put it on her body, smoothed her fur collar, straightened her shoulders, raised her bony hands, and rubbed the back of Wei Wan's neck a few times , soothing her fatigue.

"Huh?" Wei Wan raised his head and looked sideways, a little surprised at the scene under the mist. He put his jade fingers into the barrel and picked up a handful of warm water.

"I've tasted the soup before and just enjoyed the wine. Now is a good time to appreciate the delicious food." Rong Xian hooked her fingers, leaned close to her ear, and whispered in a long and charming tone, "It's really stunning. Yes, Ah Wan."

After finishing her words, Rong Xian hooked Wei Wan's little finger and faced Wei Wan. The lower back curved gracefully, and the curve became more and more attractive. The side muscles on the waist and abdomen were obvious, extending all the way to the waist of the skirt. He fell into the barrel with a plop, and his fingertips slid down with his little finger hooked around him.

Rong Xian's whole body was submerged into the wooden barrel. In an instant, the ink jade fan opened completely around the body, and water splashed everywhere. His thin hand held the ridge of the fan flat, holding a flower in front of his chest. The tip of the fan split the water droplets, and the red gauze covered his face. The water droplets slid down his face and submerged into the veil. You could faintly see that the water droplets were particularly partial to him. They passed by his slender neck, sharp collarbones, and chest as white as pear petals, and finally submerged in the water.

The fan is closed, and the red gauze is half-lifted, revealing the thin crimson-colored lips that are slowly slightly hooked and the sharpened lower jaw. The fan bones are tilted and moved sideways, covering the fox eyes on one side. At the same time, for a moment, the long eyelashes are pressed upward. , the tail of the eye is raised, straightly hooked towards Wei Wan, a little vermilion under the eyelids, just like growing on the apex of the human heart.

With the fan half-opened, rub it under the chest, swinging the water surface, raising a drop of water, and the sound of the water, matching the bells on Rong Xian's clothes, is like natural ritual music.

The ink jade fan is wrapped around the body, dropped from the top of the head, held behind the back in front of the red gauze, the fan is fully opened downwards, both ends are flat, the red gauze is fixed for a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the ink jade fan is closed, wrapped around the back, and reversed Opening the fan, the red gauze was pulled off and half draped over the shoulders. The half-covered red gauze instantly turned into a jade fan as thick as ink. She bit the fan with thin lips and turned her head sideways for a moment.

The fan was retracted, and the beautiful face gradually became clearer, and the black hair as rich as ink stuck to the skin, like a monster that had just been born, with clean skin. In an instant, Rong Xian stood up suddenly, with clothes sticking to his body, He then raised his hand and raised a cloud of water vapor. His movements were neat and seductive, but not feminine.

Wei Wan didn't say anything, he was stunned in place, not knowing whether he was shocked or frightened.

"Do you like it?" Rong Xian put his warm hand on the back of her neck, pulled her closer, approached her misty face, and gently pressed her cheek, "Awan, do you remember? , I said, we have never been enemies,"

‘I don’t need to use you as a pawn, because you and I should be on the same road. ’

"What is that?" Wei Wan raised his hand and gently wiped the water droplets on his cheeks, with an unchanging smile hanging on his lips: "So, when you left Jinyang, it was really my father's handiwork. You said My father has planned the plan and it should have been done long ago."

"What's the success?" Wei Wan narrowed his eyes and arched his eyebrows, but the smile on his lips gradually became warmer, "Like you, the golden cicada sheds its shell? So, you already knew it in Jinyang."

"Ah Wan, I don't deny that I knew about this when I was in Jinyang." Rong Xian's face was not lazy or impatient at all. He looked serious and carefully sorted out every word he wanted to say, "When I left, Jinyang has the meaning of being an old official of the Jin Dynasty first, and the main reason is that during that period of time, bandits in the Wei Kingdom were raging, so it was a good time to eliminate Yang Chong."

"The 60,000 private soldiers are gradually taking shape, and I need a piece of land."

"But I never thought of hiding anything from you," Rong Xian lowered his fox eyes, his long eyelashes blocked the undercurrent, and pursed his thin lips slightly, "But, A-Wan, no matter how obvious the letter he left was, you wouldn't I’m willing to investigate.”

"Brother, I'm really afraid that people won't know that you are still alive, and the pair of dragon hairpins with cinnabar are from you." Although Wei Wan's words were meant as a question, his tone was indeed firm, "There are also those who beg for cleverness. That Begonia pendant is a concentric pendant for the birthday of the next year."

After a pause, I didn't know what I was thinking of, and my tone was leisurely, word for word: "Also, that one doesn't look like the other one."

Rong Xian took a deep breath following her words, as if something flashed through his mind, and the curvature of his thin lips gradually became more like a smile than a smile: "Is it that Bingdilian purse?"

"Your hands are so skillful..." Thinking of the overgrown purse with flying threads, Wei Wan squinted her eyes. Even when she was young in the border town, her father would often dress up exquisitely and gorgeously. Such things, this Don't ever think about wearing her hairpin, Tongxin, Begonia pendant, and lotus..."

"Brother, do I know what my father and brother are like about Sima Zhao? To this day, there is no fear of life. It is really gratifying and congratulatory."

Rong Xian held the man in her arms, and the moisture from her body seeped into the cloak. The skirt of the lining of the guard shirt was soaked with moisture. She put her hand on his shoulder and rubbed the water with her hand. Seeing that the man was impatient, she used The tip of his nose touched her earlobe: "If that day comes, will Ah Wan protect me?"

"Huh?" Wei Wan raised the corners of his lips, twirling the thumb on his fingertips, his phoenix eyes shining brightly, focusing on the beautiful color of Rong Xian's face, "Why not."

Well, how could that day come about?

It was not difficult for Rong Xian to see what she was thinking. The little liar didn't want to take responsibility at all. The narrowed fox eyes were a little dangerous. Then, he looked down at the dance clothes on his body and let out a "tsk" in his heart.

It failed, the honey trap doesn’t work anymore. Rong Xian couldn't help but think a little. Could it be that he had been using medicine into his bones for many years, which damaged his appearance and lost his youthful charm?

Actually, that's not the case. Rong Xian is actually more stunning now than when he was a teenager.

She looked at Rong Xian's eyebrows. The seventeen or eighteen-year-old Rong Xian had a childish look, but now Rong Xian's eyebrows are stretched and the ends are upturned, hooking you all the time. Wei Wan put his hand out of his cloak and stirred the water in the bucket: "It's cold."

Rong Xian fumbled with the wet clothes on his body, took Wei Wan's wrist, put it around his waist, stuffed the back tie into her hand, pulled her away, and rested his chin on her shoulder. A little warm and cool: "Tug your ribbon once and let you pull it once, okay?"

Wei Wan narrowed his phoenix eyes, with a meaningful smile on his lips. Following his strength, he pulled open the back tie of his short coat, and the wet drops of water slid down his chest to his waist and abdomen, and disappeared into the waist of the skirt.

Rong Xian's back is straight and thin, her chest has clear texture, graceful and soft lines, and her fair skin can clearly see blue blood vessels extending downward from her waist and abdomen. Wei Wan became a little more interested, and his fingertips The cyan-colored blood vessels fell to the waist of the skirt.

Rong Xian lowered his eyes and looked at Wei Wan's furry head. The broken hair around his ears was slightly wet by him and stuck to his cheek. His eyes were full of doting and indulgence. He couldn't help but lean forward and use his forehead. He rubbed the top of her hair, and then rubbed her forehead twice with the tip of his nose.

The movements were gentle and intimate, the surrounding fog gradually dissipated, and the room was peaceful and charming. However, the person who had lowered his head obediently just now had bad thoughts. He picked up the veins on his waist and abdomen with his nails, raised his head, his phoenix eyes were slightly curved, and his pupils were The color is dark and shiny, which makes people feel happy. However, it has a malicious smile: "Rong Xian, are you using a beauty trick on me?"

[1] From the "Preface to the Lanting Collection", written by Wang Xizhi in the Wei and Jin Dynasties, when I chose the word Rong Xian, I thought of this article. I don't think any kid in junior high school can't memorize it! Everyone go read to me!

[2] Siku: refers to the four parts of Jing, Shi, Zi and Ji.

Gate tower wall stacks (with concave and convex windows): also known as the ‘female wall’. I think the meaning behind this name is too feudal, and I don’t like it, so it’s useless.

Horse face: a three-dimensional wall protruding from the city wall.

Pass on, this chapter shows Rong Xian's talent and dances beautifully!

Happy New Year everyone! Everyone should be safe, healthy and happy in 2024.