After the divorce, the salted fish beauty took the script of the villain

After Fang Chuning was fully dressed, he walked around the screen and came out. Xie Jue was sitting by the warm couch, the windows were opened, the morning light fell on the bookshelf of the warm couch, and a halo fell on his face. His indifferent facial features became pale in the morning light. Lively and warm.There was a small stove next to the couch, and a pot of water was burning, and a tea set was placed in the middle of the couch, which was very similar to the decoration of their tent in Ningzhou.

He and Xie Jue lived in the same tent in the Ningzhou military camp. The tent was larger than that of ordinary soldiers. Because Xie Jue liked to be clean, the tent was covered with a layer of animal skin carpet.In addition to the bed, there is also a warm couch for reading and resting on weekdays, which is placed next to the bookshelf. There is a set of tea sets on the warm couch, and the two of them make tea and play chess in the tent when they have nothing to do.

Fang Chuning himself didn't like to be arty, and the tea set in Zhongzhou was almost useless. Xie Jue had soaked it in hot water before he came out, and the teacups were all dusty.

As if his most secret thoughts had been exposed by someone, Fang Chuning's ears were red, and he forced himself to come over with embarrassment, and asked in his usual tone, "Tingfeng, why did you come to Zhongzhou?"

Although Xie Jue's clothes are casual, they are the colors and styles he likes. Fang Chuning is handsome and charming, and everyone loves beauty, whether it's female or male.

When he entered the mansion, Fang Chuning's lieutenant said that he did not return home drunk with some generals last night, and a few words could reveal Fang Chuning's situation in Zhongzhou.When he was standing in front of the bed, he wanted to wake him up, but he didn't expect Fang Chuning, who was so drunk, to sleep in such an awkward position. In such a cold day, he was not afraid of catching cold even if he only wore shorts. The scars on his chest were very clear, and there were several wounds. It was all handled by him himself, and he just stood by the bed and watched this scene alive and well, for a long time.

They slept together on the same bed, and they all wore long-sleeved nightgowns in a regular manner. He occasionally went on tour, sleeping later and waking up earlier than him. He rarely saw Fang Chuning so... embarrassing.

"I came to Zhongzhou to raise food, and I will come to see you." Xie Jue flicked off the tea foam and poured out a cup of clear tea. Fang Chuning sat across from him. After the sense of shame faded away, he looked at Jinshanyin like a greedy rich man. Shan, his salivating eyes fell on Xie Jue's face. After the great changes in the capital, they separated before they had time to say a word.

Although he is in Zhongzhou, he is not allowed to leave without an edict, and it is as difficult as going to heaven to meet him.

Listen to the wind and lose weight!

Fang Chuning's face looked even thinner. Fang Chuning frowned slightly, feeling pain in his heart. He wanted to ask him how he was doing, but he also felt that he knew what to ask. For the doubts in his heart, he was willing to risk his life to go to Ningzhou to transfer troops, risking being called by the emperor. Punishment, the infamy of being criticized by the Hou Mansion for supporting the soldiers and self-respect, but also the dispatch of soldiers to listen to the wind, and paying more attention to family members than anyone else.

Losing the whole family overnight, leaving only Xie Xun, how could it be possible to live well?Xie Xun is not the kind of caring brother, probably because he doesn't know how to comfort him. Tingfeng can only bear the pain of losing his family all by himself during this time, and there is no one to comfort him.He looked in the direction of Ningzhou on the city wall, and whenever he thought of this, his heart ached.

He wanted to hug Tingfeng, since the accident, he had no time to give Tingfeng a hug.

But time has changed, and mentioning it again will only poke the heart of Tingfeng.

"Is Ningzhou short of food?" Fang Chuning asked, his heart stopped. Zhongzhou cut off the river transportation for the twelve states, and the grain storage of Ningzhou cavalry should be able to last for another three months.Coupled with this year's autumn harvest, the weather is good this year, and there are no natural disasters, and the military settlements in Ningzhou have a bumper harvest.Can last another three months.There is no problem for the Ningzhou iron cavalry to rely on the autumn harvest and the original grain storage for the winter.

He came to Zhongzhou to raise food, it must not be for Ningzhou cavalry.

Xie Jue looked at him deeply, and he could tell what Fang Chuning was thinking with just one glance, and Fang Chuning also knew what was on his mind.

"In the rainy season in the south of the Yangtze River, the autumn harvest is not good, the grain cannot be transferred to the twelve states, and the river transportation in Zhongzhou is cut off. The imperial court intends to cut off the grain in the twelve states, and it must ensure that the people survive the winter." Xie Jue said lightly.

Fang Chuning laughed, and didn't hide his thoughts, "Since when is it your turn to worry about such trivial things?"

He held the tea poured by Xie Jue, the tea was bitter, and his slightly drooping eyes covered his inquiry. Today was different from the past, he could no longer ask Ting Feng why he came to Zhongzhou.

"Zhixu is trapped in Jiaozhou, I don't worry about these things, who will worry about them?" Xie Jue asked back, and he didn't make things difficult for Fang Chuning, "Why didn't you go to Jiangnan and came to Zhongzhou, and you are not familiar with Zhongzhou officialdom."

"There is a commander in the south of the Yangtze River, so I don't have to go." Fang Chuning looked indifferent, "I am a general, and I can't disobey the emperor's order. The emperor ordered me to station in Zhongzhou, so I will come to Zhongzhou."

He didn't tell Xie Jue the truth, so he couldn't say it out loud. His father and Lord Hou used to be as close as brothers, watching each other, but now that his position had changed and his feelings had changed, he couldn't say it.

Xie Jue looked at his eyebrows and felt a little suffocated in his heart. He and Fang Chuning had never had such a difficult conversation. They were connected with each other, knew each other and knew each other. Now that they are close at hand, neither of them can talk about what's on their minds.

The two drank tea in silence, the embarrassment just now disappeared, and turned into another painful embarrassment.

"Listen to the wind, Zhongzhou can't raise food anymore." Fang Chuning knew his identity and position, and he shouldn't have said this to Xie Jue, but he didn't care, "After General Chen Ming cut off the river transport, I was looking for news. The famous general is also for this matter. Several large granaries in Zhongzhou have tightened up and hoarded grain. The merchants have no more surplus grain, and the grain in the entire Zhongzhou is uniformly allocated by the state government. No food."

"The imperial court is determined to cut off the winter grains of the twelve prefectures." Xie Jue frowned. He expected that, as expected, Zhongzhou was the prefecture's unified distribution of grain, so the entire Zhongzhou city should be similar.

The imperial court wanted to force the twelve prefectures to see the reality clearly. If they returned to Ning prefecture, they would run out of food. In winter, corpses would be scattered all over the fields. Ning prefecture cavalry could not protect the twelve prefectures at all. Only the imperial court could protect them.

Food is the lifeblood of the people, and the people's livelihood in the Twelve States has not yet recovered. If Xie Jue and Feng Yu were given three years, the Twelve States would be self-sufficient and would not need to transfer food from the south. They are already actively reclaiming wasteland, but now The livelihood of the people in the Twelve States is very difficult. If the winter cannot be survived, the next three years will be nothing but empty talk.

"Yes!" Fang Chuning also felt that this method was too ruthless, "The imperial court and Ningzhou are determined to win the Twelve States. If they can't send troops, they can only cut off food and commerce, forcing the Twelve States to recognize the reality. The cold winter is coming, this is the last time At a good time, Lin Heli was in Jiaozhou, and he also saw this and wanted to have peace talks with you."

"Do you think I should make peace with my cousin?" Xie Jue asked lightly.

Fang Chuning chuckled, "If you wanted peace talks, you wouldn't come to Zhongzhou. But Tingfeng, Zhongzhou and Jiangnan can't raise food, so what should we do?"