The night is deep, and a porcelain oil lamp is burned in the upper left corner of the study, which imitates the style of the old Western Shu stacked porcelain lamp. The lamp hides the lips and can be filled with water, which is the most suitable for fuel saving.

The young man sat alone behind the table and browsed a secret letter that he had already been familiar with.

He has been to the rich Jiangnan Road, where the wealthy houses are rich and noble, and every household is tall and shining with pearls and jade, quietly showing the peaceful atmosphere of prosperity. He has also been to Tai'an City, the best in the world. During festivals, lotus lanterns are placed in every ridge in the capital. The lights are continuous and the candlelight are bright, as if the army is walking at night, the most spectacular. He has also seen the stars and lights in the town after nightfall. After passing through villages of all sizes, it is an unexpected joy.

He put down the letter, got up and walked around the desk, came to the window, and gently pushed open the window. The letter was not an important military military text, but Li Yanchao submitted a private secret letter to Jubeicheng, but did not handle the military room of Jubeicheng, but sent it directly to the desk of his young vassal king's study.

The first deputy commander of the Right Cavalry Army used a very heavy pen, and the ink stains penetrated the back of the paper.

Li Yanchao did not put his words into writing, but only said two simple words, "Lu Dayuan should not die! No one in Beiliang should have wiped out the entire Left Cavalry Army, and regarded it as a shame to the border army!"

In fact, Li Yanchao didn't have to write this letter at all. How did Lu Dayuan use troops and how good he is? Xu Fengnian is more familiar with him than Li Yanchao. How could a general who could make Xu Xiao mention many times in the Qingliang Mountain Convention Hall after he was old? Xu Xiao went from 800 soldiers to 40 years of military career to the end of holding 300,000 Northern Liang Iron Cavalry. There were so many military generals under his command, and many people died on the battlefield one after another, and many people survived in the end. Lu Dayuan, a cavalry general with a strong roots in the Manjia Camp, was almost all known to the older generation of Xu family. From Yan Wenluan, Chen Yunchui to Zhou Kang and Yuannanting to Liu Jinu and Li Mofan, they all felt quite regretful to Lu Dayuan who suddenly left the Northern Liang border army. That regret was no less than the departure of the two meritorious generals of Wu Qi and Xu Pu.

Before Lu Dayuan left his vassal residence to go to the battlefield, Lu Dayuan privately visited the study and found Xu Fengnian, and had a heart-wrenching conversation. After all, Lu Dayuan was not as relaxed and casual as the commander of the first army again. On the contrary, Lu Dayuan, who grew up with the Xu family's iron cavalry, was more familiar with hard battles than Li Yanchao Ning Emei, who rose outside Liangzhou Pass, and Lu Dayuan was more familiar with hard battles than the younger generation of generals who were accustomed to the saying "The Northern Liang Iron Cavalry is the best in the world". It can even be said that the pain and torture of that year was engraved in his bones. Therefore, Lu Dayuan must make everything clear in front of the young vassal kings, and Lu Dayuan must reassure Xu Fengnian and make himself feel at ease.

In that face-to-face long talk, Lu Dayuan believed that the two cavalry more than 60,000 cavalry would never be able to wander safely in the increasingly cramped gap outside the pass. Unless the left cavalry retreated to the north of Qingyuan Army Town, the right cavalry went straight to the east of Chongzhong Army Town, and completely stretched out the battle line in the northeast and southwest, and had real room for breathing.

But in this case, although the 60,000 cavalry survived, what should we do if we resist Beicheng? Although the left and right cavalry can still restrain a certain number of Beimang cavalry, to put it bluntly, the Beimang barbarians do not need to send out the main force, and just throw them to us two Wuliu cavalry with enough people. At that time, we have to lie on the back of the horse to watch the fun? Lu Dayuan is a rude man. How to lead troops to fight? Back then, I learned from the general little by little, but I also asked Xu Pu, Wu Qi, or Yuan Zuozong, Chen Zhibao, and others, but I always felt that in the end, they were not like donkeys or horses, and they were not like horses.

If I was originally doing it easily, in the end I only decided that once the cavalry entered the battlefield, they would have to destroy the enemy's most elite field main force in one breath. They would never lose the big one because of the small ones and retain their strength for the so-called overall situation. Otherwise, in a difficult battle with huge differences in force, the more the battle was delayed, the more difficult the battle would be, the more they would find that it would be harder to fight, and they would lose inexplicably, and they would be even more unwilling to accept it. Someone would have to fight a difficult battle, otherwise everyone would retreat again and again, and they would have to wait to die. What's the difference between the old fox and wolf cub in the Liyang War Department's Office in his early years?

Xu Fengnian stood at the window, and the autumn atmosphere was filled with cold lights. After opening the window, the coolness became even heavier.

Xu Fengnian turned around. The man was sitting on the chair in front of the desk, with an ordinary appearance. If he had not appeared in this study, but stood on Tianyin in Guan, he would have been regarded as a farmer facing the loess and facing the sky.

"Prince, when I and the Right Cavalry Army send troops at the same time, I will take the lead in accelerating the Northern Turks after the two armies are staggered apart, attracting Murong Baoding's troops to gather the main force. If nothing unexpected happens, Murong Baoding will definitely act upon hearing the news and ask for reinforcements from Baoping Prefecture with the order of the season, and it is very likely that the Rouran Iron Cavalry will be temporarily drawn to support the Donglei private cavalry. Please rest assured that even if my left cavalry is surrounded, it will still kill at least 45,000 elite cavalry!"

"Prince, please have something to do. Go back and say sorry to Old Shuai He. Tens of thousands of Bian Junerlang entrusted me with my hands, but I could only take them to die. My conscience is uneasy, but I have to do this. Lu Dayuan is waiting for Old Shuai and his elders underground, and he will beat and scold him at that time! However, it is best to let me wait for another ten or eight years. Haha, Old Shuai will probably have no strength to beat someone by then. If you have a few more ideas, I will be able to reincarnate."

The man stood up and looked at the young vassal king who also stood up at that time, and said in a deep voice: "If the facts prove that I, Lu Dayuan, have done something wrong in the future, no one will have to bring wine to the grave in the future. I think I can't drink that bad wine... Of course, the premise is that if I still have a grave."

The two walked towards the door of the study together, and Lu Dayuan suddenly asked, "Prince, do you think anyone will remember us in a few decades? Remember the war that happened here?"

Xu Fengnian shook his head and said, "Not necessarily."

"What a fucking... Haha, please forgive me, Prince, I am just a rough man, and I can't spit out ivory from my mouth."

"It's okay, so is Xu Xiao. I've been used to it for a long time."

Everything is vivid in my mind, and those words seem to still echo in my ears and last for a long time.

Xu Fengnian pressed his hands on the window, leaning forward, and rushing to the battlefield with the will of death, Lu Dayuan did not explain his last words. If he said there was, he would be too familiar with it. His prince, who was young, could often hear it, but he had changed his name.

Xu Fengnian slowly turned her head and looked at the door of the study.

The man named Lu Dayuan finally clasped his fists and said, "The last general Lu Dayuan! The former cavalry general of the Man-Armored Camp, and is currently the deputy commander of the left cavalry! Ask the general for the battle!"

Xu Fengnian's lips moved slightly at that time, and those two words came to his mouth, but he could never say them.

Quasi-fight!

Xu Fengnian suddenly pressed down heavily with his hands, and the bricks and stones on the window ridge below his ten fingers shattered.

Xu Fengnian took a deep breath, waved his hand to the dim outside the window, and signaled the death soldiers in the Fushui Room there to ignore it.

He walked back to the desk and pulled out a piece of paper from a yellowed military book.

The content written on the paper was a man who was far away from the pass to participate in the construction of Jubei City. He had some silences about his wife and children who had left their hometown in Lingzhou. This letter said that after autumn came here, it was not cold, and the sewn thousand-layer cloth shoes were enough, and they were not worn out. At that time, the clothes that brought Jubei City were warm enough. They also met two fellow villagers from Longqing County, Lingzhou. If they had time, they would go to the town outside the city to drink a few sips of wine, which was cheaper than in the pass. I heard that we won a battle in Liuzhou. The walls of Jubei City were very high. The Beimang Manzi would definitely not be able to fight for a year or a half, so she and her two sons were relieved. As long as they received the wages sent every month, it would mean that the outside of the pass was very peaceful and there was no war. In the end, the man told his wife not to worry about money, and don’t feel sorry for the children. The most important thing is for children to study.

The letter from home was sent to a certain place in the Central Plains, which was the ancestral home of the man.

This piece of paper was just copied, so the real letters from home have naturally been sent out.

When the man arrived outside the pass, he could not write a letter from home. He found an unknown poor scholar in the market to help write it.

Xu Fengnian looked down at the thin piece of paper spread on the desk under the dim light.

When the last letter was sent, it happened to be after Lu Dayuan left Jubei City.

On the first day after Lu Dayuan re-entered the border army, Beiliang Fushuifang had already investigated the situation of this man in the town of Longqing County, Lingzhou, and sent it to the residence of Jubeicheng, one after another, and then summarized it on the desk of this study. Later, Lu Dayuan's every move in Jubeicheng or the Left Cavalry Army, and the spies in Fushuifang were recorded and archived in detail. Xu Fengnian did not stop this. It was precisely because of these seemingly inhumane rules that Beiliang had fewer people died on the battlefield. However, when Lu Dayuan asked someone to write a letter to his family, Xu Fengnian made a special trip to the torture room, asking Fushuifang's leader to be in charge of related matters not to interfere.

Only Xu Fengnian repented this letter and asked the spy in Fushuifang to intercept the letter from home. Unfortunately, the elderly scholar who was in the business of writing the letter from the family has also followed the team to leave the border. If you really want to find it, you can find it with the power of Fushuifang outside the pass, but Xu Fengnian thought about it and gave up, feeling that since he had handwriting on his hand, it would not be difficult to forge a letter every month with his calligraphy accomplishments and skills.

But Xu Fengnian regretted it again at this moment.

Because he found that he seemed to be unable to lift the pen at all, even if he picked up the pen again and again, he would fall behind, and he didn't know how to write the content of his home letters a month later.

Xu Fengnian stood up, walked out of the study room, and came to the yard.

Still unable to calm down completely, Xu Fengnian rose from the ground and rushed to the footpath on the south wall of Jubei City. He jumped gently and sat cross-legged on the wall.

A sound of iron armor shaking came from the distance of the trail. When the armored soldiers discovered that it was the young vassal king who came to the city, they quickly retreated silently. Although there was no whispering, they all noticed the heat in each other's eyes.

Xu Fengnian clenched his fists, supported himself on his legs, sat north and south, and looked into the distance at night.

Sitting withered all night.

Before dawn, he quietly returned to his residence. Not long after he sat down in the study, a spy in the punishment room came to report that Mao Shulang, Cheng Baishuang and Ji Lu'an, three masters from southern Xinjiang, were about to join forces to arrive at the market in the south of the city, which was suddenly sparsely populated town in the south of the city.

Xu Fengnian asked him to prepare a horse, and after spending most of the hour dealing with the military and political affairs that gradually piled up on the desk last night, he left the city alone.

It wasn't just a special trip to welcome the three Central Plains masters. Xu Fengnian mainly wanted to take a look at the market, and there was no reason.

Xu Fengnian rode a horse to the town, rolled over and got off the horse, and walked slowly forward. The wine shops and teahouses and inns, and the various shops that were scattered without feet were of course not to be able to leave. However, the business was extremely quiet, and some shops simply closed down. This is reasonable. Three or four thousand people were evacuated in just half a day. Moreover, a large number of civilians who participated in the construction of the city also began to return to their hometown in Guannei in batches under the escort of the local garrison.

Feng Nian walked along the way, and there were shopkeepers who were sleepy and yawning under the eaves. The business plummeted and they were so happy that they took a break from their busy schedule. There were merchants who shouted loudly to move goods and move south, looking worried. When they had nothing to do, they lay on the railing and looked up at the big red lanterns. It was rare to get up so early. There were strong deceased customers who were escorting the rare objects in Lingzhou here, just because they were safe and did not pay attention to the grief of the shopkeeper.

Xu Fengnian suddenly saw an elderly Taoist priest pushing a cart south at the end of the street. He was as thin as a knives and weak in arms. There was a linen trick to attract business on the tricycle. From top to bottom, there were two lines of regular characters, "Purple-Wei Doushu, Bagua and Liu Yao," "Preface-to-hand, Qimen Dunjia, is OK." Xu Fengnian smiled knowingly. This fortune teller was really honest. He led his horse and walked forward quickly, bent down to help push the car.

The old man's white-cleaned Taoist robe was inconsistent. Anyway, Xu Fengnian had never seen it in Liyang Beimang. It is not surprising that the Taoist robe made in Taoist temples that could obtain certificates from the court officials were quite particular. They were forged and sold without authorization. Once discovered by the county and county governments, the crime was definitely not small. The Taoist robe that Xu Fengnian had rented with people for the first time was also a robe with an incorrect origin and absolutely no root. Even if the government targeted him and asked the truth, it would be difficult to convict him. The person in front of him was obviously a fellow prince who was extremely down-and-out.

The fortune teller who barely called a Taoist priest narrowed his eyes and said, "This young master must be from a wealthy family. If I expected it was good, it would be the seeds who were very powerful outside the pass."

Xu Fengnian said with a word and said with a smile: "Sir, I saw that my mount was able to follow my master after releasing the reins of the horse. It must be the Beiliang war horse. In addition, the war is about to be around, so I dared to take the horse around here, so I infer that I am a seed student?"

The fortune teller suddenly smiled far-fetchedly, and the little fairy style that he had finally squeezed out disappeared and was knocked back to his original form.

Xu Fengnian sighed: "To be honest, I was similar to my husband in my early years. In order to make a living, I pretended to be a fortune teller and set up a stall to be a fortune teller. The husband would be better than me, and at least he still had a tricycle."

Xu Fengnian joked: "But to be honest, the sir is really outstanding in this banner. Can you have a business?"

The old man laughed, "It doesn't matter. We make money here mainly by writing letters to others, or selling some small peace talismans folded with yellow paper, three cents a piece, and the business is still good. When the people from outside the Beiliang are not leaving, they are enough for me to eat meat and drink wine two meals a day. People like me, that is, ordinary people, when we pray to Buddha, gods and Bodhisattvas, we must first seek peace and stability, then seek marriage, time, and finally seek fame and fortune. Young Master, do you think this is a rough rule?"

Xu Fengnian nodded and said softly: "The people are actually just using three cents to make peace. The sir is doing good deeds."

It seemed that I remembered the happy times of drinking and eating meat. The old man smiled, but soon couldn't help but say angrily: "If our prince was more powerful, my business would still be better last month. I didn't expect to beat Beimang's barbarians to Jubeicheng so early. I was useless to sell my money and get this business. I lost a lot. This time I returned to the pass, life would be difficult."

Xu Fengnian smiled and said, "That vassal king should really scold him. What kind of martial arts master is useless."

Perhaps it was because he realized that the young master around him was a seed, and it was related to the rise and fall of the Xu family in Beiliang. It was the most reasonable to have too many words and a deep conversation. So the old man quickly changed his tone and smoothed out himself: "You can't say that. It's not easy for us to support such a big family, and our fortunes are not very good. Soon the Beimang barbarian came over and didn't even give him a chance to fart. The prince and the border army were still... quite difficult."

The old man might be unable to make up any longer, and he became more and more embarrassed, and he seemed to be restrained and his cart was a little weak.

Xu Feng said with a gentleman's weight and smiled, "Sir, this is a bit against his will. Don't worry, although I am a seed of the Beiliang general, I can listen to other people's words and don't care about good or bad words. Of course, I'm happier when I hear good words."

The old man and Xu Fengnian walked south together, and soon crossed the bridge and river. The old man turned around and looked deep in his eyes at the towering city wall, and suddenly stomped his feet and said, "Some words are really uncomfortable. Even if you take me to the north city, you have to vent your guilt!"

Xu Fengnian smiled bitterly and said, "Okay, it's definitely not a good thing. Even if sir, I just pretended that I didn't hear anything."

The old man smiled, straightened his back, turned north, and pointed to the city of Jubei. "Young Master, I have heard a lot of rumors recently. It is said that our prince is too brave and doesn't need to put so many veterans, but he just wants to use those little dolls with no hair. How to fight this battle? Who can win the first Liangmang battle? Is it not General Liu Jinu from Hutou City, Liangzhou? Is it not General Wang Lingbao from Liuzhou Dragon Elephant Army? Is it not the Guluan mouth of Youzhou, and the many school captains in the three cities? It is not the most amazing Daxue Dragon Cavalry in our Beiliang and the two heavy cavalry that have been built for many years? How many young foreigners are there? Only Yu Luandao can barely count as one. I want me to say, don't look at Liuzhou's victory several times before, but it is really at a critical moment. Young people are unreliable!"

The old man turned his head and looked at the young man's side face and asked, "Young Master, what do you think?"

Xu Fengnian looked into the distance, "The old man said something reasonable, but the world is wonderful. Some things that make sense are not necessarily true."

The old man widened his eyes, "Young Master, are you a scholar or a seed? Why can't the old man understand what you said?"

Xu Fengnian sighed, "I can't afford to call a scholar. I'm the genius. It should be right. I just grew up drinking wind and sand, smelling horse manure, listening to drumming."

After expressing his feelings with courage, the old man seemed to be in a much relaxed mood, and he rarely joked: "The young master is not only not very clear about the truth, but he is actually quite easy to talk and very reasonable."

Xu Fengnian said helplessly: "Old sir, is this a compliment or a belittlement?"

The old man laughed and said, "Young Master just choose good words, it's definitely right."

Xu Fengnian also felt a little lighter, and the haze between her eyebrows gradually faded, and she smiled knowingly: "I've been taught."

The old man did not ask Xu Fengnian to help push the car onto the crossing bridge, pushed the cart south alone, lowered his voice and said to himself: "It would be great if the general was still alive. How could the Beimang barbarians dare to join us? Beiliang would not fight at all. So what if he wins a battle now? So many people will die. I heard that there are 300,000 stone tablets behind Qingliang Mountain, all of which are stupid things. If you can live, you will be better than leaving a name after death, right?"

Xu Fengnian stood there, silent.

The old man would definitely not guess the identity of the young man, and would not think that a great master of martial arts would help him push his cart, so he continued to complain: "Look, since the Central Plains court is not a good thing, instead of our Beiliang border army killed outside the pass and not gaining a good reputation, it is better to open the door directly and allow the Beimang barbarians to enter the pass. As long as you agree in advance, don't bump into the inside and outside the Beiliang Pass, you will definitely be fine, so that the group of ungrateful wolves in the Central Plains will suffer. The people of Beiliang live our stable life and save more effort. I just can't see the young vassal king, otherwise I must advise him not to act irritable and listen to the old man's advice and stop making trouble."

Xu Fengnian narrowed his eyes and raised his head, and the autumn wind blew the young man's hair on his temples.

Maybe it was miserable, maybe it was a conscience, or maybe it was both, so from beginning to end, the young vassal kings never spoke.

On the south side of the bridge, the old man pushing the cart was getting farther and farther away.

Xu Fengnian seemed to remember something and shouted at the top of his voice: "Old sir, don't worry about traveling south. Don't forget to reject the three post roads leading to Liangzhou Pass within 2000. All the people can use the road, without taking a long way!"

The old fortune teller seemed to have heard this shout, paused for a moment, probably signaling to the young man that he had known and then continued to go south.

After the completion of the vassal residence, the study room would receive confidential intelligence from inside and outside the pass every day, including the fushui room and the eagle room. The Beiliang spies have always been divided into three levels according to priorities. The only spies that were qualified to be sent to the desk of the study room were the characters A, but the young vassal king had to be more than a second-class character B, but the last-class character C. In fact, the military and political significance was not great, but the new vassal king used it to relieve tension. Although the two rooms must have undergone a certain degree of screening, it was impossible to send them all to the study room of the vassal residence, but the number was still large, mostly involving the situation of academies in the vassal or the public opinion of scholars. The contents were varied, including some extreme remarks from young scholars. The young vassal kings never browse and do not criticize the popularity.

There is a comment that was copied by the young vassal king himself and used as a daily opening and self-reflection.

"The virtue is weak but the position is high, the wisdom is small but the plan is great, and the strength is small but the responsibility is heavy. Such stupid and incompetent vassal kings will undoubtedly be defeated in the border areas!"

The army is approaching, the fathers' last wishes, the hometown is bitter and cold, the court is restrained, the beautiful Central Plains, innocent people, and the way of heaven is under the throne.

All are heavy burdens, layer by layer.

On the north side of the bridge, the young man who had been using the word "Crown" for less than four years slowly squatted down, squatted by the river, dusted a piece of licorice, put it in his mouth and chewed it gently.

Full of sweet mouth.
Chapter completed!