"Mrs. Gongsun, Captain Zhao has sent a military report."
When Xia Houlan stepped into the courtyard, Gongsun Yan was sitting alone behind the screen, watching the sleeping Gongsun Cheng in her small notebook, planning pension matters.
Xia Houlan stood respectfully in the corridor, holding a bamboo tube in both hands.
It was Zhao Yun who borrowed Wang Yan's messenger and sent the battle report at the same time.
Alan, the maid standing in the hall, was about to step out and take it.
Then he saw Gongsun Yan walking out from behind the screen.
"Zixiu, come in."
A trace of surprise appeared on Alan's pretty face, but she didn't say much. She stood at the door and saluted Xia Houlan who came in, and then took A Qing, who was still standing there, to prepare the tea soup for the guests.
The maid Alan's wit made Gongsun Yan raise his eyebrows. There was no one else in the room, and Xia Houlan knew her temperament, so he straightened his legs and sat on the four-legged stool.
As soon as Xia Houlan entered the house, the warm fragrance filled the room, and he saw Gongsun Yan walking out slowly and quietly without wearing a black military coat. For a moment, he felt a little unfamiliar and reserved.
Yesterday, when he entered the captain's mansion, he took over the defense arrangements arranged by Zhao Yun, and never saw Gongsun Yan leave the courtyard again.
At this time, in front of him was a young girl in plain clothes, neatly combed in a single bun.
Although she only wore a simple sapphire hairpin, she looked like a noble lady, which was very different from her previous image when she wore the same coat as them and sat at the same long table to discuss matters.
It wasn't until the two maids stepped back and they saw her again acting as lazy as if she was alone and relaxed, that Xia Houlan felt that she had regained some sense of familiarity.
"Sit down." Gongsun Yan saw Xia Houlan standing by the door and greeted him, "You're welcome."
She could be more polite. After regaining the sense of familiarity, Xia Houlan felt that this young lady looked more pleasing to the eye as she did just now.
While thinking about it, he handed over the bamboo tube in his hand and sat down casually.
Gongsun Yan took the bamboo tube he handed over with one hand, dug off the wax seal on it and threw it into the brazier. He said to Xia Houlan: "Listen for me. If anyone comes, please remember to call me." After all, it's someone else's house, no matter what.
So embarrassing.
A roll of cloth was unfolded, and Zhao Yun's simple and strong handwriting came into view.
The simple narrative method seems a bit laborious given her level of ancient prose.
Moreover, Gongsun Yan already knew the situation of the war, and there was no need to do a post-war inventory. The system had already sent the battle report as soon as the war ended.
So she just glanced at it casually and handed the silk book to Xia Houlan.
Xia Houlan, who could no longer contain his curiosity, took it and looked at it carefully several times.
Seeing this, I was so excited that I walked around the room, leaving a row of dusty footprints on the straw lichen in the room.
"Zilong fought well!" Xiahou Lan blushed. He didn't expect that Zhao Yun left him in Xiangguan to protect Lady Gongsun, while he turned around and went to do something important.
After deducing the battle situation at that time in his mind, Xia Houlan just wished he was there.
"Aze did a great job!" Xiahoulan cheered as dozens of cavalrymen attacked the camp at night.
After being excited for a while, he suddenly realized that there was not much joy on Gongsun's face.
Could it be that he was blaming Zilong in his heart for secretly going out to rescue Yang Qiuli?
No, that's not right. Xia Houlan recalled Gongsun Yan's usual words and deeds.
If his friend Zhao Yun had great ambitions and took it as his mission to end the troubled times, then this Lady Gongsun was less frustrated and beaten by the troubled times than Qi Zilong, and was more innocent and kind.
If Zilong receives the news and comes back to support, Lady Gongsun will not object, but will be very supportive.
But there was no joy on her face at the moment, and Xia Houlan thought of Zhao Yun's apology in the silk book, saying that he failed to save Yangqiuli and allowed the people of Yangqiuli to be slaughtered by wild dogs.
Xia Houlan has been in the army for many years. Unlike Zhao Yun, he is still kind despite being killed. He has long been numb to death after being beaten in the north for many years.
The deaths of the people in Yangqiu Li only made Xiahoulan angry for a few moments, and then he turned his attention to the benefits of this victory.
This great victory could greatly change Gongsun Yan's situation in Lingzhi, but she didn't seem to be happy about this victory, and her attention was still focused on the people who died in Yangqiu Li.
Xia Houlan looked at Gongsun Yan's indescribably beautiful face, and for some reason, she suddenly remembered Zhao Yun's heroic words when he and he walked out of Changshan many years ago - to end this troubled world.
For a moment, he didn't know how to evaluate these two people.
Even though Zilong is capable, if he continues to pursue the ambition of benevolent government, he is destined to have difficulty finding a wise master.
He had met Mr. Liu Xuande and noticed that Zilong had plans to defect to Mr. Xuande, but Xia Houlan was not optimistic about it.
The world is about to be in chaos. In these troubled times, if we don't kill people, how can we have the land, population and food to support our soldiers? If we don't support our soldiers and soldiers, a big wave will overthrow our forces.
The world is only so big, and there are only so many cultivated people.
Since ancient times, wars have been fought over money, food, and heritage.
No matter how benevolent the lord is, he will inevitably plunder the population, exploit the people, and get his hands dirty.
Zilong's ambition remains unchanged and he is bound to get hit hard in this troubled world.
Xia Houlan originally thought that Zhao Yun would stumble and slowly learn to compromise in troubled times, but he didn't expect that Gongsun Yan would appear in the middle.
Compared with Xuande Gong, the ambitious tycoon of troubled times, Gongsun Yan's innocence is even higher.
Is it not good to be born as a woman, accept the Guangsha Manor left by her father, find a husband, raise a younger brother, be quiet, rich and beautiful like a flower?
I don’t know whether Zhao Yungong and Sun Yan, two people like this, were born in troubled times, whether it was a blessing or a curse to be together.
This is also the reason why he dare not officially join!
Lets see.
Xia Houlan thought in his mind.
"Zixiu?"
Gongsun Yan didn't know that Xia Houlan stopped suddenly and had so many things in his mind. Seeing that he suddenly stopped the joyful smile on his face, he felt a little confused.
"Someone's coming!" Xia Houlan reminded her in a low voice without intending to analyze her thoughts.
He heard the voices of two maids coming from outside the corridor.
Gongsun Yan's expression immediately changed, he changed his sitting position, smoothed the wrinkles on his skirt, and looked like he was sitting upright, delicate and self-possessed.
Xia Houlan's eyelids twitched and he sighed inwardly. He was not like a human master. He looked unreliable at all!
One day later, at noon.
Gongsunda and Zuo Pingding, wearing helmets and armor, and their personal entourage, stood in front of the gate of Xiangguan City to welcome the team returning from victory.
In the distance, a black line appeared on the horizon, and then the rumble of horse hooves came from far to near.
The knights walking in front each had a strong white horse on their crotch, and were dressed in uniform black robes.
Although they are dusty, they look like strong men with swords and bows in hand.
The tall general at the head looked resolute, with a silver gun hanging on the victory hook on the side of the saddle. He was leading the team on horseback and walking slowly, giving people a full sense of oppression.
When he reached the foot of the city wall, he suddenly noticed something. He raised his head and looked at the turret on the right, with a little surprise on his face. Then his expression softened, and when he looked back, the cold determination on his face disappeared.
