Amidst the aroma of mutton soup, Dongfang Jing showed an elegant smile. Just like the scholar he knew himself to be, he was restrained and not arrogant.
"My lord, the generals have decided on this strategy, but the war is constantly changing, and we cannot stick to the rules. In other words, if the plan does not work, we can only kill to stop the war, and then make plans after the victory, so that the Lord can be just.
name."
This time, Xu Mu was very satisfied.
Just like Jia Zhou, he can always consider multiple issues. After all, even if he kills more than 200,000 tiger barbarians, it is impossible to miss all of them. In this way, his reputation of killing young and old will be spread.
go out.
But Dongfang Jing knows how to clean up the aftermath, which shows his far-sightedness.
"Come on, everyone, I'll toast the military advisor again!"
In the room, many people raised their glasses and drank them all in one gulp.
"Si Hu, let's eat." Xu Mu put down the wine glass and said with a smile.
Hearing this, Si Hu shouted with joy, and immediately stretched out his chopsticks to fish it out of the pot. Suddenly, he thought of something, and he really picked up a piece and put it generously into Dongfang Jing's bowl.
"Military advisor, don't eat Brother Tiger's saliva, or you will become stupid." Yu Wen laughed, picked up another piece, and put it into the Dongfang Jing bowl.
"Military advisor, I, Meng Huo, am not stupid. Eat my saliva and you will gain strength."
"This is a good piece of meat from Ma Yi, a filial military advisor."
…
Dongfang Jing's bowl was already filled with meat.
The lame military advisor, who had always looked normal, finally moved his face and laughed loudly. He didn't use chopsticks, just grabbed it with both hands, and started eating.
"Dongfang Jing, thank you all, thank you lord!"
…
A mutton soup dish, after adding several rounds of meat, finally made more than ten people burp. Si Hu ate the most. Xu Mu saw with his own eyes that this guy even drank the soup in the pot directly.
Drink half the pot.
"Little Meng Huo, give me a hand."
"Brother Tiger looks like a fool, I won't dump you. Mom, why are you holding him up? If you fall, I will crush you to death."
Xu Mu was too lazy to look back. He and Dongfang Jing were sitting outside the governor's house, looking at the cold scenery of the country outside.
"Bolie, you have ideals in this life."
"Lord, yes." Dongfang Jing smiled comfortably. He had not been so relaxed for a long time.
"Before I became the number one scholar, I had a scholarly spirit. I wanted to revitalize the Dongfang family, enter the court, and try to change the troubled times. But later I found that these things were all useless."
"That day I fainted in the carriage. I vaguely saw the young Marquis next to me, looking at me silently and sighing for a long time. I knew that he must be thinking that my enthusiasm as a scholar had finally been ruined.
Axe."
"After I returned to Shuzhou, I still had no hope for the Dou family. In the past two or three years, my biggest thought was to copy more books and help my brother and sister-in-law repay more debts."
"Until today, I met my lord."
Dongfang Jing stopped speaking, raised his slightly trembling hand, and pointed at the cold mountains and rivers in the distance.
"I am willing to use my broken body to help my lord capture this beautiful country!"
Listening, Xu Mu's heart was agitated for a moment. In his mind, from time to time, the inner city of the Border Pass, Yanzhou and Dingzhou appeared, the outlines of the cities he had seen, the stretches of the mountains, and the giant Jijiang and Xiangjiang rivers.
The snake meanders thousands of miles.
He suddenly wanted to hold this picture of the country in his hands, hold it tightly in his hands.
…
Unlike Shuzhou, the snow in the inner city has already been piled up in several layers. In Chang Shiro's words, if a flower girl lay down on a flat surface, she would have thought she was buried alive.
"Chen Jiaqiao is dead." Chang Silang sighed, looking a little unhappy.
"My old friend is probably going to cry."
The old counselor next to him handed over the hot wine. Tsuneshiro took it with one hand and drank it down in one gulp.
"My lord, Chen Jiaqiao is indeed a talented person. It's a pity that he shouldn't have...sent him to his little boss's house in the first place."
Chang Shiro shook his head, "Zhongde was wrong. When the young master went to the border, he recommended himself. I knew then that when he left, the owner would change."
The old counselor sighed.
"They are all rebels. They are all in the same pot. He just likes to jump to another pot... Of course, I can't blame him. I feel that the things he pursues in his heart are probably a little different from mine."
"Pity."
Tsuneshiro took the second glass of wine, fell silent for a moment, and poured the warm wine on the ground.
"Give me a ride."
The old counselor looked at it, but he hesitated to speak.
"My lord, I have something to say. I don't know whether I should say it or not."
"Let me tell you, among the generals and advisors of I, Tsuneshiro, Zhongde is the number one."
"My little boss is like a tiger in the woods or a dragon lying in a pond. My lord, it is better to take precautions early."
Listening, Changshiro was silent for a moment. After a long time, he finally uttered a sentence.
"Zhongde, let's take a look."
The old counselor nodded bitterly.
"Don't talk about this. We need to think of some solutions to the war in the four northern states after next spring. Damn it, the King of Yanzhou won't come."
"Lord, Yanzhou is still far away..."
"Ah, yes, Zhongde, you reminded me again."
The old counselor was speechless.
"After taking Huzhou, the other three states must take advantage of this winter to prepare countermeasures."
"If you don't accept it, just beat it first. It's nothing more than three wild dogs. They made me anxious and stewed them all in a big pot."
The old counselor rarely smiled.
"If nothing unexpected happens in the four northern states, we should be able to eat them all within next year."
"No one can fight." Tsuneshiro uttered, suddenly thinking of something.
"By the way, Zhongde, what has my old friend been doing lately?"
"My lord, there is news that the tigers and barbarians in Shu are being conquered."
"Now?"
"Right now, in winter, the little master has raised an army of 40,000 to march into the southern forest to conquer the tiger barbarians."
"It's becoming more and more difficult to see through... But no matter how you put it, for a small boss with no background and no background to reach today, I have to say that it is already a miracle."
"Zhongde, after all, I lost to Xiao Taotao once."
In a daze, Changshiro seemed to see again the young master who had just entered the inner city to beg for food. He was carrying a knife and kept killing and killing, and then finally found a way out.
"In addition, the lunatic in Liangzhou has also begun to gain momentum." The old counselor was worried, "No one could have imagined that a little prince who had been a coward since childhood would become a tycoon. I suspect that his father and brother,
Or die by his hands."
"For the throne?"
"For the throne."
"When he has conquered the two prefectures, and then continues forward, he will reach Dingzhou."
"Dingzhou is a border gate that blocks foreign horse bandits. I only hope that Dong Wen, a lunatic, can restrain himself in the face of the righteousness of his family."
With weapons rising in Dingzhou, the horse bandits, seeing an opportunity, are very likely to swarm into the Central Plains.
Changshiro frowned, stood up silently, and looked outside.
He had never liked snowing. Whenever it snowed, he remembered how lonely his old friend had been. His white clothes were fluttering, and he walked alone into the winter snow.
Fortunately, the things left by that old friend finally brought a little bit of brightness to the entire dirty and chaotic world.