After the tasks were assigned, everyone stood up to say goodbye and prepared separately. Wei Yan was the first to walk out of the tent, got on his horse, and drove away with Wei Feng.
He was in a very bad mood. Not only did Zhuge Liang not agree to his Ziwu Valley plan, but he also asked Wu Yi to guard Hanzhong and follow the army. Although he also led ten thousand people, he was subordinate to the prime minister's middle army and led the front army alone.
Ma Su, the forward general with tens of thousands of people, cannot be compared at all.
This made him a little dissatisfied with Ma Su, whose original impression was not bad. In his opinion, this was Ma Su taking away the task that was originally supposed to be given to him.
"The Prime Minister is really partial." Wei Yan suddenly muttered as he ran out of the Prime Minister's military camp.
Wei Feng has been following Wei Yan closely, and he is used to Wei Yan's habits in this state. Although Wei Yan's words were very vague, he understood it all at once. So what if he just understood it? Can he answer what his father said?
None of it was good, he could only remain silent.
Wei Yan glanced sideways at Wei Feng and sighed. Wei Feng was a kind person, not the kind of person who was very good at talking, and couldn't even comfort people. If Wei Ba were here, he might be able to give him a few words, but Wei Feng didn't.
There will only be silence.
"By the way, has there been any news about Aba recently?" Wei Yan couldn't bear to embarrass Wei Feng, so he reined in his horse, slowed down and asked casually.
"No, it's still a letter sent back ten days ago, telling some gossip about anything in Anyang."
Wei Yan raised his eyebrows and suddenly became happy: "Ah Feng, Ah Ba is much calmer now. It would have been beneficial for him to become a disciple of General Zhao. Did he say whether his martial arts has improved recently?"
Wei Feng scratched his head: "I didn't say that, but in my opinion, he and Zhao Guang are together every day. There is no reason not to break up every day. There will definitely be progress, right?"
"What's the use of just taking apart your hands? You have to kill people. Only on the battlefield can you practice true martial arts." Wei Yan curled his lips with disdain, and then explained to Wei Ba: "Of course, he used to be weak.
, he has no chance to go to the battlefield, so we can’t ask too much of him now. Lay a good foundation first, and only then will he have more chances to survive when he goes to the battlefield.”
Wei Feng glanced at Wei Yan and suddenly laughed: "Dad, do you miss him?"
"What do I want him to do?" Wei Yan's face turned red and he cursed angrily: "This brat really thinks he is joining the army. He has been in Anyang for so long and has not written a letter to me. He only has eyes for you.
Brother. Before I die, do you, the eldest brother, want to be the master?"
Wei Feng was very embarrassed and said in a low voice: "Dad, if you say this, how will your son handle himself? Besides, every time Aba writes a letter, he always says hello to you. He doesn't write to you because he is worried that he will be
People gossip and have no other meaning."
Wei Yan was speechless and could only snort unreasonably. He was both proud and a little dissatisfied with Wei Ba. He was proud because he wrote an urgent military report to Zhuge Liang and mentioned a tactical deduction game.
Even the prime minister found it useful, and often gave it to the generals to teach them to think things in an orderly manner, not to talk in vain, but to have evidence. It is said that Ma Di personally went to Anyang, just to talk to Wei Ba.
Discuss the method of this tactical deduction.
This made Wei Yan very proud. Even a game invented by his son could be praised by the prime minister. Who in the entire Shu Han had ever had such an honor? This made him happier than when he was praised by the late emperor and affirmed by the Marquis of Guan. But Wei Ba
This incident was not reported to him from beginning to end, which made him feel proud but also a little disappointed.
"This kid no longer cares about me as an old man. When he comes back from the Northern Expedition, I'll see if I don't take care of him properly."
Wei Feng smiled. He followed his father every day. How could he not know how important his younger brother Wei Ba was in his father's heart? Despite what his father said now, he would definitely not be able to do anything when his brother came back.
The father and son were chatting nonsense while urging their horses into the camp. As soon as they arrived at the entrance of the tent, they saw an oil-walled cart. There was also a black word "WEI" on the wall of the cart, which was the emblem of the Wei family.
Wei Yan exchanged a confused look with Wei Feng, jumped off his horse, threw the reins to his guards, and walked quickly towards the tent.
As soon as they arrived at the tent door, the tent door opened, and a pretty maid looked at them with a smile. She was Huan'er next to Mrs. Zhang.
"General, young general." Huan'er glanced at Wei Feng's face with a shy look, then bowed and saluted.
Wei Yan was overjoyed and laughed and said, "Madam is here?"
Huan'er pursed her lips and smiled: "Report to the general, my wife is waiting in the tent."
Wei Yan didn't wait for Huan'er to finish speaking, and stepped into the tent. When he saw Mrs. Zhang sitting behind the case, flipping through documents, he was stunned for a moment, and then the joy on his face turned into concern: "Madam, what are you doing...
Already?"
Wei Feng, who rushed in later, was stunned when he saw Mrs. Zhang with a haggard face and sunken eye sockets. He quickly rushed behind Mrs. Zhang and took her arm. Before he could speak, tears fell down. "Ah.
Mother, what’s wrong with you? Could it be that you’re sick? What kind of disease is it? Have you asked a doctor to see you? Have you taken any medicine?”
Mrs. Zhang looked at the father and son in surprise, and asked in confusion: "You guys... what's wrong? I'm not sick, I'm fine."
Wei Feng burst into tears: "Mom, please stop lying to us. How can you not be sick if you look like this?"
Wei Yan was so nervous that his heart beat like a drum. He felt his lips were a little dry and swallowed subconsciously. In a moment, he didn't know how many thoughts were running through his mind. He had been married to Mrs. Zhang for so many years, but he had never seen Mrs. Zhang before.
She was so weak. Besides being sick, what else could make her like this? She rushed to the camp suddenly and refused to say that she was sick. Could it be that she wanted to see their father and son for the last time, but she refused to worry them?
When he thought of this idea, Wei Yan's scalp felt numb, and he couldn't help but trembled: "Madam, what kind of disease do you have? Why are you so thin?"
Mrs. Zhang suddenly realized this. She stretched out her arms and held Wei Feng in her arms, who was crying. Her heart felt warm. She raised her head and smiled at Wei Yan, but tears flowed out involuntarily. She burst into tears.
, Wei Yan was even more panicked. He didn't care about the presence of personal guards. He rushed over, half-knelt down beside Mrs. Zhang, and comforted her softly: "Don't panic. If anything happens, tell me slowly and I will figure out a solution."
"I'm really not sick." Mrs. Zhang shook her head, happiness filled her yellow face, but her eyes were bright. She leaned on Wei Yan's shoulder and said softly: "If you say I'm sick, I'm just a little sick.
That’s all, I’ve been too worried during this period, everything else is fine.”
Wei Yan was relieved and let out a long breath. Wei Feng also raised his head in surprise and wiped the tears on his face with his sleeves. "Mom, what is it that worries you so much?"
"It's not you father and son." Mrs. Zhang looked at Wei Yan and then at Wei Feng. She couldn't hide her joy no matter how hard she tried.
"Us?" Wei Yan and Wei Feng looked at each other, confused: "We are fine, what is there to worry about?"
Mrs. Zhang sat up straight and pushed Wei Feng away reluctantly. She looked at the piece of clothes on her chest that was wet with Wei Feng's tears. She remembered Wei Feng's attachment to her when he was a child, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly. She was lost in thought for a moment.
Then she said to Wei Yan who was sitting next to her: "General, when Aba went to Anyang two months ago, he returned home and told me some things."
"Aba?" Wei Ba frowned and his face darkened: "What else did he do to make you angry?"
"He didn't make me angry, but he told me about a potential danger in the Wei family." Mrs. Zhang said a few words, and her expression returned to its usual solemn state. Seeing her expression, not only Wei Feng did not dare to be presumptuous
, even Wei Yan became a little nervous.
"What danger is our Wei family in?" Wei Yan asked in confusion, murderous intent suddenly arose: "Who dares to do harm to my Wei family?"
"I want to ask you something." Mrs. Zhang suddenly said: "Have you ever proposed a plan to the Prime Minister to send troops to Ziwu Valley, but the Prime Minister later vetoed it?"
Wei Yan's eyes twitched and he nodded: "There is such a thing. However, this is just a suggestion. As the general of Zhenbei, I have the right and responsibility to make suggestions, and the prime minister also has the right to accept or reject it. There is no danger.
Say it.”
"Then let me ask you, after the Prime Minister rejected your proposal, did you make another suggestion?"
Wei Yan nodded awkwardly, and after a moment, he explained: "I think that plan is very good, so I would like to ask the Prime Minister to reconsider it."
Mrs. Zhang snorted and her face became more severe: "How many times have you mentioned it in total?"
Wei Yan turned his head, exchanged a look with Wei Feng, hesitantly stretched out a hand, raised five fingers, and then slowly retracted two.
Seeing his expression, Mrs. Zhang felt angry and funny, and said in a long voice: "I can't stop watching."
Wei Yan chuckled, straightened the two retracted fingers, then quietly stretched out his left hand and raised two fingers.
Mrs. Zhang sighed dejectedly. It had only been half a year since she first made the suggestion, and Wei Yan actually said it seven times, an average of once a month. What is the difference between this and entanglement? No need to ask, Mrs. Zhang already believed Wei Ba
Wei Yan must have something to worry about, so he brought it up and talked about it. Even if he didn't talk about it now, he would talk about it later.
This talkative husband makes people worry. Mrs. Zhang held her forehead with one hand, dumbfounded. She looked at the bewildered Wei Feng through her fingers, with mixed emotions. Fortunately, Wei Ba, who had sensed the danger in advance, reminded him,
She had enough time to consider countermeasures, but it was a pity that it was Wei Ba who had the insight and not her son Wei Feng. If Wei Feng had such insight, it would be perfect.————