I promise

Chapter 945

"Junhe!" Mu Dianke happily called out.

Fang Jun and Ying Ying picked up a piece of tile with water vortex patterns, and tapped lightly or heavily on the roof tile beside him, with rhythmic rhythms.

A song is not a song.

Mu Dian could play it impromptu, and Fang Junhe composed it impromptuly. He co-wrote a short piece of the previous tune, and the tile in his hand sometimes moved and sometimes slowed down.The front and back tunes echo each other, and the scenes blend together. It is impossible to hear that the two passages are written by different people.

At the end of the song, the crescent moon quietly climbed up the branches.

Frost began to fall in the sky, like light smoke and a thin curtain, making those clear eyebrows and eyes look like old paintings, a peerless demeanor that can't be taken away even after many years.

"You still call me like that, aren't you afraid that your husband will be displeased?" Fang Jun sat leaning against the slope of the roof with his elbows supporting tiles, lazily, as if lying down, and sitting and lying down became a painting.asked with a smile.

It really hit the spot.

How could Mu Dian admit it, "My husband is magnanimous, don't use your villainous heart to save his gentleman's belly."

Fang Jun and his smile were also silent, with disgust on his face, "It's true that girls are extroverted. Your husband may be generous, but he looks like he has never seen a beautiful girl before. I just listen to what you say."

Mu Dianke pouted.

A book flipped over and flew over in the moonlight.

Mu Dian can reach out to catch it, close it up and look, it's a qin score, called "No Name Score".

That is to say, there is no name worthy of this book.Crazy but true.Buying a hundred gold is like a gift, but it is hard to buy Fang Xianqu with a thousand gold.Don't talk about a whole volume, just torn out a page at random, it is a treasure that everyone dreams of in many temperaments.

Mu Dian said heartily: This ceremony is very precious.I don't know how much it is worth?

I heard Fang Jun and Youyou say, "Aren't you planning to sell the book for money? How can you be so vulgar. I heard your song, but you are a good-looking husband and son. Money is not as good as it used to be. Fight and kill."

Mu Dian knew that he could tell people's minds by listening to the sound of the zither. He was stung in his mind, a little ashamed, and blushed and said, "You don't stir up dust, don't you use yellow and white things for basic necessities? Don't you know how vulgar and elegant are? It is the most noble of firewood, rice, oil and salt."

"Tsk." Fang Junyu sighed, "Without Xu Younan, your mouth is invincible."

Another book was thrown over.

This time it has a name, called "Xian Gong".

Mu Dianke frowned slightly. The name reminded her of the song "The Final Wind" that Tian Jusheng played the piano to help her break through the wind cage on Sajin Street in Jiankang in the past, so she asked, "Is it taught by Sanskrit?" Tiansheng Jue' the same way?"

"That's it." Fang Jun said, "Your wedding gift and your child's full moon gift are complete."

Then he stood up.

Dressed in white clothes, there is no wind, and the moonlight is shining on it.

"The gifts are all given away, why don't you drink a glass of wine?" Mu Dianke asked.

"What's the fun in drinking with you?" Fang Jun smiled, "It's the most delicious thing to treat Fengyue, embrace beauty, and consider before flowers. Holding an altar like you, it's not drinking wine, it's cows drinking water."

"Wine is a powerful thing. It rewards a strong man and rewards a confidant. You are so cowardly, drink tea instead." Mu Dian refused.

She and Fang Jun did not know each other.

Whether she was the piano boy for Fang Junhe at first, or became his boss later, in fact, there was never a real distinction between master and servant, and she always hated it like this.

Fang Junhe thinks she is ugly, but she thinks he is affectionate.

In fact, it is an awkward way of getting along with two people who are overly guarded and resist to talk to each other, but they are close to each other in getting along.Somewhat childish.

"Little Lizi." Fang Jun and Hu Hu called out.

It is a name that has been seldom invoked since Mu Dianke became the Holy Maiden of the Ming Palace.

Mu Dianke was slightly taken aback, and raised his eyes to look at him solemnly.

Fang Junyu was also serious, "If one day..." Halfway through the sentence, he turned back to ponder, and finally smiled, "Stop talking, so you don't think I'm long-winded."

"I don't mind." Mu Dianke leaned on the window frame and said seriously, "The mountains and rivers are far away, and there are not many chances to listen to your ramblings."

It can be seen how many confidante begged him for a long-winded sentence but couldn't get it.

Fang Junyu didn't say anything.

He didn't look like a sentimental flier, he left as soon as he said it, very simply, leaving only one sentence, "In the future, you need to be less arrogant to show off."

Mu Dianke was slightly taken aback, seeing the corners of his robes flowing in the moonlight.Like a white-clothed celestial being who comes to the mortal world by chance, after appearing startled, he returns to the nine heavens against the wind.

Mu Dianke leaned against the window feeling a little lost.

She had no way of knowing what Fang Junyu wanted to say in the end, and she always felt that it was not a good thing.And he wants to stop being angry with Fang Xian, has he met Fang Xian?
Is the sudden visit related to Rong Yi's recent series of actions?
***
Changli, the capital of Northern Yan.

The billowing black armor is like the river tide in August in Qiantang, pushing forward unstoppably.

This battle of destroying Yan lasted less than three months. The city was broken like a bamboo, and the two reinforcements of Goguryeo and Rouran were retreated. By this time, it was the last battle-the battle of breaking the country.

Tuobaqi's car was parked three miles outside the city.

He is now the crown prince, granted the power to oversee the country, his status is precious, and he will not go to the battlefield in person if it is not necessary.And this battle does not require him to take the lead.

The day before the army approached the city, the terrified Northern Yan King Feng Hong packed up the gold and silver, and fled northward in a panic with his princes and daughters and a group of confidant ministers, leaving only the old and weak in the city. Facing the armored and heavily armored northern army, the dead soldiers who refused to retreat had no power to resist at all.

Jin Yanchen reined in his horse and stood not far from Tuobaqi's car, watching the army attacking the city expressionlessly.

In December in Changli, there are three feet of frozen ground and no horseshoes in the snow.The winter in Mobei is not as cold as it is in Chang'an, and it is not as cold as in Chang'an at this time. Since 14 years ago, it has been cold every New Year's Eve.

"Looking at the situation, the city will be destroyed in less than half an hour." Tuoba Qi got out of the chariot at some time, rode on the horse, and stood side by side on the snowy field with Jin Yanchen, looking at the top of the city together, "This battle , is still the credit of Mr.

Now Jin Yanchen has openly involved in politics in the northern country, unlike before, he just traveled around the countries as a member of the rivers and lakes.But he refused to ask for an official.Tuoba Qi asked Tuoba Yan for him the name of a guest minister, enshrined in the prince's mansion, and helped him assist the government and supervise the country.

Grandfather Tuoba Li and father Tuoba Yan admired Han culture, but Tuoba Qi himself didn't take it seriously, thinking that Han people can only conspire and trick, and seizing power in the imperial palace is a sharp weapon, which may not be effective on the battlefield.

However, after these three months, he witnessed with his own eyes Jin Yanchen's use of military tactics to outwit the enemy and win several battles with little chance of winning, and this idea completely changed.

It was Jin Yanchen's proposal to attack the capital city of Northern Yan this time.

The Yan people are brave and brave, and their soldiers are not weaker than the Northern Army. If it is really necessary to pull down one city after another, it will not only take a long time, but also cause a lot of losses in the army.

It is the quickest way to form an army of surprise troops and go straight to Changli, the capital of Yan, by taking advantage of the large and uninhabited forests on the border of Beiyan.Of course, also the most adventurous.

This style of play, in addition to the strict requirements on the soldiers' physical fitness, endurance, food and grass supply, and marching deployment, also faces the biggest problem-it must be resolved quickly.

The city walls of Changli were strong and tall, and there was enough food in the city. If Feng Hong closed the city gate and resisted desperately, no matter how brave the Northern Army was, they might not be able to take this city within three to two months.

The sky is cold and the food and grass are running out.

At that time, if a neighboring country realizes the truth of death, and forms an alliance to help, this lone army that breaks away from the main army and penetrates deep into the enemy's belly will be in danger.

In order to ensure the success of this battle, the 20 troops led by Tuoba Yan rushed eastward regardless of the cost, and the reports of the city's fall were sent to Changli one by one; When the people's surprise attack team approached Changli, the capital, they no longer hid their whereabouts. When they buried pots and cooked food, they dug up several times the number of pits and stoves they needed. The illusion of crushing the city.

Naturally, it is necessary to use large sums of money to buy treacherous villains from the enemy country, and to offer slander at the right time. This method has frequently appeared since the Spring and Autumn Period when the fighting atmosphere was relatively simple.And easy to use.

Feng Hong really messed up.

When the monarch fled, the hearts of the people were scattered, and the resistance in the city was not enough to fear.

On the way Feng Hong must go to escape, there will be Goguryeo Fujun who has reached an agreement with the North Kingdom waiting for him.At that time, the monarch will die, the capital will fall, and the local armies of Northern Yan who have been disbanded and have no master have a little selfishness or different ambitions, and cannot help each other—this is bound to happen—then the army led by Tuoba Yan and the army will be defeated. Another northward march led by General Lonely broke through each of them and quickly ate them up.

"Congratulations, Prince, after this battle, the position of the East Palace is as stable as a mountain." Jin Yanchen turned his head and said, a smile appeared on his cold face, like Pan Chunbing.

Tuoba Qi laughed loudly, "It's as if there is a god to help you if you get the help of your husband. If you win the world in the future, you will rule with your husband."

Jin Yanchen still laughed.

Whether we can rule together will be discussed after the world is in hand, but Tuoba Qi is sincere at this time, so he has to show grace and grace, it is a great honor, and he must not spoil the prince's happiness.

In the past few years, he has gradually become familiar with this method, and he can no longer feel uncomfortable when he is inviting people.

The row of guards behind Tuoba Qi who accompanied him only felt that there was a bright light shaking in front of his eyes.

It has to be said that even in the bloody and cruel battlefield, this Ke Qing, who always wears black clothes and rides a black horse with strong limbs, can always become a dazzling sight, which makes people can't help but take a few more glances.

Not to mention the light-robed galloping horses galloping through the streets of Pingcheng Huafei Liuyi, what a pleasing picture that makes all the noble ladies scream.

"Nanchao, the situation should be settled, right?" Tuoba Qi said suddenly.

(End of this chapter)