The cicadas chirped in the red light of the sunset, and the old tree swayed its branches and leaves and threw mottled on the two of them.

Min Changwen knew that his old friend was behind, so he stopped getting involved in this matter. He put down the teacup and sighed.

"When Liangsheng talks about the war in the north, I also feel the same way. I think that when the Southern Chen Dynasty was destroyed, the country was heartbreaking, which was heartbreaking. It was not Chen Jing's fault. Now the Hu people are heading south and are worried that the tragedy of the day will be repeated again. I have been busy in the government office these days. Seeing His Majesty's actions, I feel a little relieved. The Sui Dynasty was united and the emperor ordered his ministers to move. It was really something that I could not see in the Southern Chen Dynasty. Haha."

The old man suddenly chuckled, watched the scholar opposite him pick up the teapot and poured it for him, nodded and continued:

"Your Majesty's troops were divided into eight directions to fight, from Youyan to the northwest, the war was more victorious and the fewer defeats were less, and the Hu people were 400,000. However, Er'er, Liangsheng didn't have to go there, so he just lived in our mansion and waited for the triumph of our Great Sui army!"

Lu Liangsheng doesn't understand military affairs, so he has read some books like Unofficial History and Romance. If he really wants to pass, would he drive magic and kill?

Under the imperial edict of the Sui Kingdom, it can only protect the world's good weather and things. It is indeed not necessary to intervene too much in politics and military affairs. If this is the case, then all the practitioners in the world will get involved, wouldn't it turn into the dance of the gods of the Shang and Zhou dynasties?

After thinking about it, Lu Liangsheng shook his head and threw the idea away and put the teapot aside.

"I'm afraid there's something wrong with living in the mansion. It just so happens that I have a disciple in the city, but I can spend a few days waiting for news from the north."

"You are my nephew. Who dares to gossip in the house?!"

When the old man heard that he was about to leave, his tone was quite excited. His old friend Shuhua Gong passed away for many years, and now there are fewer and fewer people who can speak. The young man in front of him vaguely had the behavior of Shuhua Gong when he was young, so he naturally couldn't bear to leave.

"It's only because the master stays at the home of his disciple. If you want to see him, you can just attract him."

Afterwards, after asking who the man was, he learned from Lu Liangsheng that Yuwen Tuo, the royal family of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, was the old man frowned. After all, no one sent his subordinates to the mansion to spread the news. He met the royal family in the previous dynasty privately, which was a taboo for officials. Min Changwen had been an official for many years, so how could he not know this truth?

However, after all, he persuaded him, and asked the scholar to stay in the mansion for a few days before leaving the courtyard with satisfaction to handle some official duties taken home. After Lu Liangsheng was sent to the Crescent Gate, he returned to the courtyard.

The last red color of the sunset was set. In the open window lattice of the house, the toad Taoist yawned and sat on the window frame and smacked his lips.

"Why haven't you left yet?"

Humph

The old donkey, who had unloaded the bookshelf, chewed the forage leisurely, walked from behind the villa, raised his neck and looked at him, shaking his long ears, signaling the toad to jump up and take it for a walk nearby.

"I'm not in the mood to go there."

He waved his webbing and hit the mouth of the stitch, squatted on the window frame, supported his chin and remembered that he was going to the northwest. The toad was worried. The white-robed man sent a demon to warn him, and the matter must be very serious. If he encounters that Wusezhuang, what is Wusezhuang?

"Master, what are you thinking about sitting here?"

When Lu Liangsheng came back from the Crescent Gate, he saw Taoist Toad sitting there with his chin supported, with his bean-sized eyes showing sentimentality. If he added an autumn leaf to him in the painting, it would be even more appropriate.

When Lu Liang suddenly thought of this, he became interested in painting. He asked Wang Banxia, ​​who was rubbing the bamboo slips in the house to read the books here, to help bring out the easel. He took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, carried a stool outside, and saw Min Yuerou changing into a peach-red dress, standing there with a bowl of soup, looking at him with a smile.

"This is to instruct Mr. Lu, who is in the kitchen, to draw, then I will help you."

He quickly put down the porcelain bowl, snatched Lu Liangsheng's front, and put Qingmo away from the stone inkstone. Wang Banzai moved out of the easel and supported it. He looked at the scene in front of him, sighed, shook his head and walked back into the room slowly, touching his book.

Know

Know!

Know!

The cicada sounded on the shaking branches and hissed annoyingly. The toad Taoist on the window frame showed his white belly. He lay down on his side to support his head, looking at the couple outside, muttering and squirming in his mouth.

The cool breeze blew into the courtyard. The scholar in a white robe asked about the faint fragrance floating beside him. He picked up the pen and dipped it ink. The tip of the pen fell to the spreading scroll. Occasionally, in the woman's smiling eyes, he reached out to take the soup handed over and took a sip.

In the woman's chuckle, the picture of a toad holding her chin and sitting on the window lattice is gradually taking shape in the red sunset.

The old trees rustled and the birds stayed at the top of the tree, and they passed through the sunset to the eaves of the front yard. A group of four scholars rushed in and came in in a very embarrassed manner. They met Min Changwen, who was handling official business. When talking about what happened early this morning, the old man became angry and sent the four people away.

How could my daughter be like that?

Soon, I returned to the side yard, under the old camphor tree, my daughter sat aside, looked at the scholar's pen and calligraphy, and swallowed the questioning words back, but did not disturb me.

After stroking the beard of a beard, he went back to continue handling official duties with his hands. After all, the war in the north still needs to be planned and planned in the rear.

May my border of the Great Sui Dynasty be Jingning!

In the north, in the boundary of Zhoupan, the sunset turned into the last ray of light and was falling to the mountain.

The burning arrows were nailed to the flesh and blood and black smoke rose. Someone stood up from the corpse, supporting the broken gun body, looking at the vast ground in front of him, the spreading Turkic cavalry raised dust and retreated from their sight.

"Which is the first batch?"

The soldiers were weak and whispered, spitting out a mouthful of blood and phlegm. A comrade came to support him and stumbled back together. The bloodstained under his feet were stretched out from the bodies of countless Sui soldiers and Hu people, and the lonely war horses were wandering beside the dead master and whine. Soon, someone came to take it away.

It was getting dark, and in the temporary simple camp, Qu Yuanfeng helped to carry the body of his comrade's comrade's body. The soil under his feet mixed with blood and turned muddy. He stepped on bloody footprints. Looking at the piles of corpses, many of them had Turkic ears and fingers in their hands, and even bite a piece of flesh and blood until they died.

Such a tragic situation made him feel a sense of depression.

During the wars everywhere, his side was just a weak front. The Turkic Khan came over and all the 100,000 troops from their tribe went south. General Da Xi Changru fought and left with 3,000 people. After two days, some soldiers were killed by the weapons, so they used their fists and teeth to fight to the death. When they found them, the body was tightly hugged each other.

"Captain, can we win?"

The soldier following Qu Yuanfeng looked at the blood slid across his fingertips and asked in a low voice: "Will reinforcements come?"

“There will be.”

Three thousand pairs of 100,000, now only seven or eight hundred people are left, almost everyone is injured. Qu Yuanfeng's eyes are red, and he pursed his lips tightly and repeated: "It's OK."

The wounded people screaming around him screamed and stopped abruptly. Many seriously injured soldiers came back and died. The comrade who had restrained his body stood up with tears in his eyes. Qu Yuanfeng walked through several places and did not dare to listen anymore. He quickly came to the main tent and lifted the curtain and entered.

"General Da Xi, the last general asks for battle tomorrow!"

The bonfire fell in the tent, and the figure who was discussing the deployment of tomorrow with several deputy generals on the other side stopped talking. On the bloody armor, a general named Da Xi Changru slowly turned his face and looked at Qu Yuanfeng who was kneeling on one knee at the tent with fatigue. His expression calmed down, he turned his face away and waved his hand at him.

"no."

Turn around and continue to explain the route of retreat tomorrow and the arrangements for the war.

"General!!"

Qu Yuanfeng raised her face and roared, staring at her with a slightly red look.
Chapter completed!