Roucheng, the capital of Anling County, is a very prosperous city.

The northernmost end of the city is connected to the city wall is the prefect palace of Anling County.

The Prefect's Palace does not occupy much land, and the palaces and pavilions are not luxurious. The gray walls and green tiles look like the feeling that the Prefect's Yan family always gives people, rigorous and low-key.

But the world inside the walls of the prefect's palace is quite different. Just like in the palace garden at this moment, in a hall decorated with huge brocade, dozens of young, pretty and light and gorgeous beauties are having fun with a thin middle-aged man with blindfolded eyes.

Outside the hall, the guards stood in the cold wind, and inside the hall, the spring breeze was filled with snow-white and soft.

After a long time of fun, the middle-aged man seemed to be tired. He smiled and hugged a beauty who deliberately walked to him and rubbed her in his arms. He sat on a thick fur blanket. He was about to kiss her, but was swept away by a deliberately lowered voice behind him.

"Report to the prefect... the Western General Liu Feixuliu sent the visiting captain to the lieutenant who had been waiting outside for a long time. Look..." A very elderly palace waiter stood carefully at the entrance of the hall, his voice as low as a mosquito humming.

The middle-aged man had heard it, and he waved his hand impatiently, "I know, I know, I have to let the prefect make room to see him," he gently patted the waist of the beauty beside him, and then stretched his waist and said warmly to the beauties, "You go back to the palace first, I will only go to see him and come back later."

The beauties were either docile or coquettish, but in the end, none of them dared to disobey the middle-aged man's intentions. They all left the back door of the hall with thick blankets.

When the middle-aged man stood up from the blanket until there was no one in the hall, he casually found a chair and sat down to the old waiter and said, "Let him come in."

The old waiter took the order and left. After a while, a man in the army stood up with a cold face and stood with eyebrows strode. As soon as he entered the hall, he saw the scarves and handkerchiefs thrown around the ground and roughly understood what had happened before, but he didn't say anything. As the old waiter came to the middle-aged man, he said with a military salute, "I'll pay homage to the prefect."

The middle-aged man nodded weakly and responded, then asked while clasping his fingernails, "What's the urgent matter for you to rush back to Roucheng from the western battlefield?"

The man in the army said with great emphasis, "Report to the prefect, General Liu has important matters to report to the prefect," he took out a letter from his arms and handed it to the elderly waiter, who then transferred the envelope to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man took out a letter and looked at it and returned it to the elderly waiter. "Didn't the things mentioned in the letter have been reported before? Nancheng is lost and Nancheng is lost. I have already sent a letter to Han Feng, the leader of the Southern Theater Command, to scold me. What else do you want to call me? Now the siege of Sichuan City has just been lifted, and the army has not yet completed the rest. You can't let me send the last army that originally guarded the center of Rou City to Nancheng in one breath, right? Besides, if the number of reinforcements is not enough, it is impossible to retake Nancheng."

He mumbled and complained, but his voice happened to be heard by the man in the army. "I finally took a breath... Besides, Ganshui Pass was not lost, what's the use of a single army to seize Nancheng? When we free up our hands, Nancheng will be our Nancheng sooner or later."

The man in the army almost vomited blood when he heard this, but he still said coldly, "Mr. Prefect, General Liu means that Nancheng has been occupied for a short time now, and Liren has not yet mastered the southern cities. If the Grandpa agreed to send troops to fight the thieves, General Liu is willing to squeeze out 10,000 elite troops from the western battlefield to help the Grandpa retake Nancheng, and give the people a peaceful and peaceful life, so that the people can know the Grandpa's civil and military achievements, and be grateful and awe!"

"Okay, OK, I understand General Liu's meaning. You should go back first. Didn't it mean that the situation on the border of Xiyi's detention is also very tense?" The middle-aged man waved his hand impatiently.

"Master Prefect!" The man in the army was a little anxious and stepped forward, "Master Prefect, Nancheng is the core city in the southern part of Anling County, and there is no need to be misunderstood, General Liu said..."

"Okay!" The middle-aged man looked at the man in the army for the first time. When he shouted angrily, he said with some special majesty. He said with anger, "You are not in a hurry to lose Nancheng? I am the prefect of Anling County!" He stood up with his back to the man in the army, "You go back and tell your General Liu to guard his western defense line. When our army in Roucheng goes south, he will notify him to assist from the side!"

The man in the army wanted to say something else, but the old waiter quietly pulled his sleeves, so he saluted and turned around and strode away.

When there was no one in the hall, a thin and short old man walked out from the curtain in a corner of the hall. If Luo Chuan was here, he would have recognized this person as the mysterious person who appeared several times when he returned home. He came to the middle-aged man and said, "According to the return of the personnel we installed in Liu Feixu's army, Liu Feixu was really anxious this time. Whether out of public or selfish, he really wanted to retake Nancheng."

The middle-aged man who had been very emotional before had already recovered his calmness. He heard this and said coldly, "Even if we use our last army to cooperate with him as he said, we can regain Nancheng, but this Nancheng will probably still have a surname of Liu in the future. For me, what is the difference between the surname Han or Liu in Nancheng?"

He sat back on the chair and plotted silently for a moment, and said, "We helped the pro-de-de-de-governor return home because we bet that if he could ascend to the prefect, he could form an alliance with my Anling County. After we pushed Yongchang County to send troops to attack, he could force him to retreat. Now he really became the prefect, but his ambition was so great that he used troops more ruthlessly than Luo Tianen. How could a pro-de-de-de-that would be like this? How could it be like this...?!"

The thin old man sighed repeatedly and asked, "Now the plan, although the development of the situation in the south has far exceeded our expectations, we can still act according to the plan on the western battlefield alone. If we wait for the death warrior to sacrifice our lives to kill Liu Feixu, the prefect may be able to take over the military power of the western battlefield?"

The middle-aged man pondered and sighed for a while, "The risk is very high. The original plan was to kill Han Feng first, and to erase the influence of the Han clan in the southern part of Anling County. Although it would take a lot of time and cost, as long as the north and south of Anling County are both mine, what can Liu Feixu, a western battlefield trapped in the western battlefield, which needs to be supported by our logistics? Kill him, or even not kill him, but now... Liu Feixu is different from Han Feng. If he attacks him directly, if the generals under his command rebel, Roucheng and even the entire Anling County will be in a huge crisis. This move is very dangerous, and I really can't make up my mind..."

"But Nancheng... we can't help it..." the thin old man sighed.

"It's impossible not to save it, but now..." the middle-aged man raised his hand to hold his forehead tiredly and said, "I can only hope that Han Feng will not be too useless. As long as he can hold on to Ganshui Pass for another month, I can reintegrate the military forces of Chuancheng and Roucheng, and go south. In addition, Liu Feixu and Han Feng's people will block the isolated army of Lijun. The initiative is in our hands. After that, when the spring comes, the Nanyi attacks Lijun and even if they can't take care of it, they can't take care of it. At that time, Han Feng dies again... Nancheng is really Nancheng of my Yan family...!"
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