"Really." Meng Shaode glanced at the woman behind him who was busy modifying the sheep's knife, and his voice dropped even lower:

"You can't let your mother know about this."

Otherwise, the woman will be heartbroken and worry that Tuoba Yan will change his mind when the time comes.

That's not what Ajiu was thinking about. Tuoba Yan was so stubborn that he couldn't possibly think of relying on King Nanming to support his troops.

Apparently it was Xue Zhen's idea.

With him around, Ah Jiu felt relieved.

The mutton soup at noon was finally out of the oven, and the smell of mutton almost filled the entire General's Mansion.

Even the few remaining guards came over cunningly.

Naturally, Cai Lihua didn't show up and filled a large bowl by herself.

"Xiang, Madam's craftsmanship is really good."

"No, I haven't eaten meat in years."

Several soldiers were better at praising others than the others, and some praised Cai Lihua for her kindness, kindness and craftsmanship.

If you insist on praising Cai Lihua, you will have to eat a second bowl.

Meng Shaode, who was squatting at the door drinking hot soup, curled his lips when he saw this.

After the people dispersed, Meng Shaode looked at the woman coming out of the woodshed, with a face that didn't even have a nose, and said:

"Just two words and you'll be so proud that you'll feel like you're in the air."

"What? You praise me for your ability. I think you should stop eating." Cai Lihua snatched the bowl from Meng Shaode's hand.

"Hey, hey, I'll eat, I'll eat, my wife is a good cook, kind-hearted, gentle and considerate." Meng Shaode licked his face and carefully took the mutton soup from the woman's hand.

"That's pretty much it." Cai Lihua looked at her daughter in the room and said with a smile, "Daughter, there is more. Mom will serve you another bowl."

"Auntie, I want it too, I want it too." Hua Jun quickly finished his drink and wiped his mouth, holding the empty bowl and following behind to the woodshed.

At this moment, a shirtless man stood in the snow, holding a long knife and looking straight at Ah Jiu.

Ah Jiu stood up suddenly: "Ning Yan, are you hungry?"

Ah Jiu would have people deliver some food every day, but it had never been meaty before.

"Just wait, I'll serve you some food right now. You sit in the room first."

With that said, Ah Jiu headed towards the woodshed.

When he came back, Ah Jiu specially put some more meat in a basin and put it on the table.

Ning Yan's eyes showed little gratitude, she just said "thank you" and started to devour the food.

Meng Shaode saw that his daughter was extremely polite to this stranger, and wanted to know who he was.

He simply sat over and said, "Little brother, I seem to have seen you in Liushanguan. Why are you also in Menghua City?"

"It's a long story, I won't say more." Ning Yan didn't even raise his head.

Meng Shaode was half-closed.

It wasn't until he finished the last sip of soup that he put down his bowl and chopsticks and said, "Thank you, Miss Jiu'er."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

At this time, Meng Shaode raised his head and asked his daughter: "Who is he? Are you so polite to him?"

Ah Jiu couldn't tell the truth, it would scare someone to death: "He is the nephew of Military Commander Xue Zhen. He practices martial arts in the house and will be able to go into battle to kill the enemy in the future."

"Oh, I see, then Military Master Xue must be the young man with white hair."

Ah Jiu nodded.

Meng Shaode sighed while eating: "My hair has turned gray at such a young age. Oh... what a loss of kidneys."

Ah Jiu almost spit out the mutton soup he just ate.

He is over a hundred years old, okay? He just relied on his own energy to cultivate the beauty-preserving technique.

Just when I didn't know how to talk, someone from the Interstellar Corps came outside.

Ah Jiu hurriedly led the person to the study.

The man looked familiar, but Ah Jiu couldn't remember his name.

She knew Tuoba Yan and Zhao Kun among the entire Star Corps.

Moreover, this time to stabilize the development of production and agricultural industry in Menghua City, Tuoba Yan was just afraid that Jiuer would be tired, so he sent 5,000 puppet soldiers to help, and no one from the interstellar corps was stationed there.

"Miss Jiu, the situation is like this. Commander Xue Zhen came up with an idea to ask King Nanming to send troops to support. General Tuoba disagreed from the beginning to the end, so the two made a bet."

"A bet?" Ah Jiu stood up suddenly: "What kind of bet are you making?"

"Commander Xue said that if the 150,000-strong army is not brought under his banner, they will only obey the orders of King Nanming. When the time comes to fight with King Qiming, it will be difficult to guarantee that there are spies among the 150,000-strong army, and the forces in the DPRK and China have different opinions.

, it is very likely that there will be a traitor who will harm the military camp, so let him lead an army of 150,000 to march directly into Huanglong and enter Yong'an City before King Qi Ming knows the news."

It seems that Xue Zhen's idea is that even if there are spies, it is impossible to spread the news to King Qi Ming immediately by marching so quickly, which is a good strategy.

Ah Jiu paced back and forth: "Then what did Tuoba Yan say?"

"The general said... that if there were really spies, he would attack King Nanming as well, because he refused to recruit King Nanming's 150,000 support army. He also said... that Miss Jiu'er, you are already living safely in the largest house, and said

Yes, we are not planning to fight together."

"What?" Ah Jiu suddenly felt as uncomfortable as eating a fly, and snatched the letter from the hand of the person who came to report the military situation.

When you unfold it, you can see that it is Xue Zhen's handwriting.


Chapter completed!