"Ms. Zhu, do you want to go back to sleep now?"

Zhu Gan's long and thin fingers tapped the stretcher under him gently with a slow and unhurried rhythm. If you listen carefully, you can find that this is the rhythm of the general's order. In the end, it became more and more solemn, and he suddenly stopped and said:

"Let's go! This scene still lacks heat, but as long as I lick some firewood in it, it will burn brightly."

No matter how noisy and noisy, there are also quiet moments. After watching the lively people, they went back to wash themselves and go to sleep. Yang Ling was sitting in the tent, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what, so he simply got up and went to inspect the camp.

After walking around in a big circle, I unknowingly arrived outside Zhu Gan's tent. I saw a person standing quietly under the moonlight, like a willow swaying in the wind by the river. His body moved slowly, and everything looked weird.

After watching it for a while, I found that this set of movements, although slow, contains the principle of harmonious hardness and softness, which is very suitable for Zhu Qian's current conditioning.

Slowly ending the exercise, he took a long breath and said, "It's been a long night and I have no intention of sleeping. It turns out that you didn't sleep either, Miss Yang."

After saying that, Zhu Gan turned his back to Yang Ling and assumed a funny posture like Master Xing in Journey to the West. He slowly lifted up the hem of his gown, revealing a pair of fair and slender thighs.

If this move had been directed at a young lady who had not left the door or stepped outside the door, she would have been frightened and screamed, or even fainted in severe cases, but Yang Ling showed off a smile, and in an instant, she was so young.

Touching.

Zhu Gan turned around and happened to see this smile. He couldn't help but sigh, the more beautiful something is, the more poisonous it is. I wonder how poisonous she is.

"Is there anything bothering you, Miss Yang? Are you feeling a little happier?"

Yang Ling lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low tone: "Mr. Zhu En is out of town, why don't you call me Ling'er. As for the troubles, there are too many. I'm afraid not many people can help me."

Zhu Qian cupped his hands and said proudly with a smile: "Miss Ling'er, do you believe that I can count on my fingers? I know astronomy and geography at the top and snakes, insects, rats and ants at the bottom. Five hundred years before and five hundred years after that are better than that."

Zhuge Liang of the Three Kingdoms, Liu Bowen is still more effective..."

Yang Ling smiled and rolled his eyes. This guy has become more and more talkative recently. He has no scruples and said angrily: "If Mr. Zhu En can really help me solve my troubles, then Ling'er will be very grateful."

Gratitude is of no use, it is not as practical as committing yourself to it. Zhu Qian just thought about it in his heart. He touched his chin and pretended to be reserved and said: "It is possible to win such a great person like Miss Ling'er."

The beauty is grateful. I don't know if it is Zhu's blessing that he has cultivated in several lifetimes. As long as Ling'er says a word, Zhu may not have light skills, but his swords and fires will shine."

Yang Ling glanced at Zhu Gan and said: "Mr. Zhu Eng, I have nothing to ask for. I just hope that my benefactor can tell the truth. This Zhu En is not the other Zhu..."

After speaking, Yang Ling pointed in the direction of the capital and looked at him without turning his eyes, hoping to see even a trace of panic in his eyes.

But what disappointed Yang Ling was that Zhu Qian stood blankly, looking at her without any reaction, and sighed: "Does Ling'er think that my surname is very valuable? But there is someone more valuable than my surname.

Such wisdom!" Shui Yang Ling took a step forward briskly, almost allowing Zhu Qian to smell the faint fragrance, and said worriedly: "The court is unruly, the Gonggun princes are ignorant, and there are even evildoers, Gao Yingxiang, Li

King Chuang, Zhang Xianzhong, you will sing and I will come on stage. It is the people who are suffering! I, the White Lotus Sect, respect the people, and those who believe in the birthless mother are my parents and brothers. I, Yang Ling, am just a little girl, and I would like to be my parents and brothers.

May there be peace."

At this moment, Yang Ling was full of self-confidence. She was as beautiful as a shining pearl, dazzling and alluring. Looking at the pretty face close at hand, Zhu Gan breathed heavily and said: "If Miss Ling'er really has this ambition, Zhu Gan

There is nothing to do but a broken body to run around at will."

With dark eyes and a mouth as thick as a musk deer, Yang Ling said softly and resentfully: "Ling'er has already reached this point. Could it be that my benefactor still doesn't understand Ling'er's thoughts?"

Zhu Qian looked at her. Regarding this beauty trick, whether in his previous life or now, it was very lethal to him. He almost blurted out: "There are three strategies to destroy the city, which are divided into upper, middle and lower. The lower strategy is to send people with high martial arts skills into the city."

, for the assassination of important figures, when the time comes to attack the city, you can use the post-gold cavalry to deter them, respond internally and externally, and fight without bloodshed. The middle strategy is to send warriors into the city, and encourage the people to attack the city, and respond internally and externally. This is a positive plan and will result in casualties or casualties.

It's so serious that nothing can go wrong. The best strategy is only for a certain person to enter the city. If you make noise outside the city, don't start any trouble. The city will take action immediately."

After saying that, Zhu Gan looked at her calmly, waiting for her answer.

There are some things that are tacitly understood. Zhu Qian didn't point it out, so Yang Ling naturally wouldn't mention it. After hearing his top and bottom strategies, his heart was extremely complicated. These words may show the magnanimity in Zhu Qian's heart, but they contain

The ultimate move is not only for him, but also for yourself. It all depends on your own tolerance.

Yang Ling couldn't make up his mind for a moment, and said a little distractedly: "The best policy is indeed the best policy, but Brother Zhu saved my life and was seriously injured. How can I let you take the risk? I'd better think about it!"

"

Looking at Yang Ling's leaving figure, Zhu Gan took a deep breath, and revealed a wry smile at the corner of his mouth. He didn't know whether it was self-deprecation or sarcasm: "I was calculating in my previous life, and I am still calculating in this life. Maybe you think I am testing you, but really

The purpose is that I want to make some achievements, this son of a bitch, the country, the country, and the damn people's livelihood..."

Regarding the three strategies proposed by Zhu Qian, Yang Ling completely lost sleep as he wavered between believing and disbelieving.

Yang Ling was not the only one who had insomnia tonight. Qian Ming, the magistrate of Zhuozhou, also suffered from insomnia because he had received an urgent letter from Suzhou some time ago. However, such a secret did not come from the closer capital, but from Suzhou.

It made him feel cold all over. This letter came from his mentor, the leader of the Donglin Party, Qian Qianyi, who was idle at home.

He was also worried about the increasing number of refugees gathering outside the city, but the number of available troops and officers in the city was seriously insufficient, so he could only pray that nothing would happen.

I don’t know how many times I tossed and turned, but I woke up the concubine who was sleeping soundly next to me. This woman had a plump body. When she bent down and stood up, she suddenly revealed a large area of ​​snow-white skin. Qian Ming saw it hotly and reached out to touch it. It was smooth and smooth.

He slid in along the slit of his clothes and immediately caught the pigeon that made his heart beat wildly.

This plump woman twisted her waist shyly and said in a tired voice: "Master! You want it! I am here to serve you..."

Qian Ming exerted force on his hands and said with a smile: "Little demon, I just carried you from Yanxiang Tower to the door, and you are about to kill me. You have to sit down while you are still strong and let me calm down."

"

After some sex, the woman was dripping with sweat, but she could only look at Qian Ming, who was lying on the bed like a dead snake, with eyes full of resentment.

Qian Ming regained his composure, stroked the woman's satin-like skin, and said with a smile: "I feel so comfortable, little enchantress, I must give the Qian family a son! Go to sleep, I have something else to do."

After saying that, he ignored the woman's resentment, put on his clothes and got out of bed, called his servants to put on lanterns, and walked quickly towards the study.

I took out my personal key and opened the lock in the secret compartment. I took out a thin letter and read it carefully again. There were only seven big words: "The sky is about to change dramatically. Be careful."

"What's the big change? Why is there no news at all so close to the capital?" The predicament outside the city was not worth mentioning in his eyes, but this thin piece of paper made him feel like it weighed more than a thousand pounds in his hands.

, so heavy that he couldn't breathe.

He opened the lampshade and wanted to burn the paper several times, but finally put it away carefully. He took a long breath and shouted outside the study: "Where are the people! Where are they all dead? Why don't you go and invite your colleagues?"

Sir, please take my name card and call me Yu Tai."
Chapter completed!