Yu Jun

Wang Zhizhou was so impatient that he couldn't wait for a moment, he didn't even have time to talk to others, he hurriedly took off the crane cloak from the screen, put it on as he walked, and at the same time ordered the horses to be prepared, the panic and helplessness in his heart Help is quietly leaking from him.

If he had known this, he would not have tolerated Mo Lingfeng from the very beginning.

Ever since Mo Qianlan plotted against him with the fact that the soldiers were empty-handed and paid, he had already fallen into the net woven by the Mo family. One wrong step, one wrong step, to this irreparable and irreversible point, even the Tai Shan and Wu Jin were also involved, and he was forced to stay on the same boat as Mo Lingfeng.

It's a pity that things in the world have never been known.

When he reached the door, he turned to look at Wu Jin.

Wu Jin came here in a hurry all the way, disheveled in clothes, but he sat there full of strength.

It turns out that this kind of person who usually moisturizes things like spring rain has the power of thunder and lightning.

After a glance, he hurried away again, brought ten confidantes from Zhizhou Yamen, and galloped to the fort.

Wang Zhizhou carried the official seal of the state and arrived at Baozhai at the end of You hour.

The cold wind slapped the city wall high up to the sky, the autumn clouds rolled to the edge of the autumn moon, and the moonlight crossed the sky, illuminating the flags on the female wall clearly and brightly.

One is the Zhenrong army flag, and the other is the "Mo" flag, with Mo on one side and Dingyuan on the other.

Calling to open the suspension bridge, Wang Zhizhou looked at these flying flags, his eyes were already dark, and when the floating water passed by and entered the fort, the heavy suspension bridge closed again, and the only road leading to Kuanzhou disappeared. His heart became more and more ominous feeling.

In Gaoping Village, someone led a group of soldiers to welcome them out on horseback.

The old birds on both sides flew in fright, the dead branches trembled, the wind swayed the shirt, and the soft armor corseted the body. Under the pockets, there was a bright red face. It was Mo Lingfeng who led a group of women's soldiers to meet him.

Mo Lingfeng reined in his horse in front of Wang Zhizhou, folded the whip in his hand, and said with a smile: "Wang Zhizhou came here at night, I wonder if it's because he has a clever business or is well-informed?"

Wang Zhizhou didn't answer, but looked left and right, and then looked up at the village. Seeing that the lights were brightly lit, and there was a faint sound of asking for wine, he asked, "Why are you still drinking and having fun at this time? Jinlu is present, and you are still letting loose, don't you know?" convergence!"

"The imperial envoy from the imperial court came suddenly, and the things in the village were incomplete, so General Zhong could only personally entertain the imperial envoy with a few glasses of thin wine to wash away the dust. Since Wang Zhizhou is here, let's go together."

Wang Zhizhou put on a show and said in shock: "The emissary? When did you arrive? Who is it?"

Mo Lingfeng turned the horse's head and led the way ahead, Yin Nan stayed on her left and right, and a troop of female soldiers followed on both sides.

She answered clearly: "He Zhizhou arrived before and after. I am not an official of the court, so I don't know who it is. He claims to be Qin Fang. He is an official in the Privy Council, and he is also Fengzhou Jiedu envoy."

Wang Zhizhou's face immediately collapsed: "Qin Fang is the confidant of His Majesty who has accepted the order and led the affairs of the court."

"If you come, you will be safe," Mo Lingfeng smiled lightly, "You don't have to be so uneasy in Zhizhou, there is nothing difficult in the world."

Wang Zhizhou sneered, "Naive."

Having never entered the court, he thought that Qin Fang could also be fooled by her.

He was preoccupied and secretly looked at the situation in the fortress. In the past, there were many military households in Gaoping village, just like a small county. However, since Sanchuan, Huaiyuan, and Dingchuan three villages fell, all the family members in Gaoping village have moved to Kuanzhou city. At that time, there were only soldiers left in Gaoping village, and they were divided into five groups.

All along the way are solemn and secluded, the wind sweeps the flags, the bonfires are raging, the autumn wind is cold, and the soldiers patrol back and forth, just like the law.

This situation was very different from what Wang Zhizhou had seen in the past. He couldn't even see a familiar face. When these soldiers saw Mo Lingfeng, they respectfully moved to the sides and bowed their heads.

The Zhen Rong Army has existed in name only.

He knew that Mo Lingfeng was already unscrupulous in the fortress, but seeing this situation with his own eyes, his heart became more and more disturbed.

If you can pass this pass smoothly, you must cut through the mess quickly to solve this trouble.

A group of people walked all the way to the middle tent, Mo Lingfeng stood outside the tent, turned sideways to make way for Wang Zhizhou to enter.

Wang Zhizhou tidied his clothes, stepped in, put on a smile, and looked at the middle-aged man with a square face in the middle: "Your official, Wang Yunsheng, governor of Kuanzhou, pays homage to Qin Chengzhi."

After that, he gave a deep bow.

Qin Fang smiled and said: "I just sat down, you arrived, Wang Zhizhou's ear report is really well-informed."

Wang Zhizhou straightened up quickly and explained: "The lower officials are terrified and dare not spy on the emissary's whereabouts. They really thought that the Jin prisoner was next to his pillow and couldn't sleep peacefully. He came to the village to check it out before welcoming me into the village. Tell me, the next official will know that Qin Chengzhi has arrived."

While talking, he secretly looked at it, and saw that there was a table in the middle tent like an official residence, Qin Fang was sitting in the middle, accompanied by Zhong Jiaqing and several Du Tongzhi.

Chong Jiaqing has gray hair and a vicissitudes of life, and he is no longer as healthy as before. As for those who are in charge, the only one he is familiar with is Feng Fan.

Qin Fang smiled slightly: "Sit down, I'm new here, and I'm not as familiar with you here."

Wang Zhizhou immediately stepped forward, instead of sitting in a hurry, he held the pot himself, poured wine for Qin Fang, and poured a glass for Chong Jiaqing, saying with emotion: "General Zhong has worked hard."

He did it very naturally, and the stagnant breath on the table also relaxed.

After drinking for three rounds, Wang Zhizhou saw the emperor's decree. On top of the decree, the emperor comforted the soldiers in the fortress, and asked Qin Fang to find out why the fortress was defeated all the way. In the interior, the tax bank was transferred to Kuanju and Jeju for transshipment.

The imperial decree seems to comfort each sentence, but in fact, the heart of dissatisfaction leaps above the imperial decree.

Since Qin Fang entered Kuanzhou, his eyes never stopped. When he arrived in the fortress, he even saw the Mo family's army flag in his eyes.

A team of imperial guards he brought was stationed outside the middle tent, as long as he gave an order, he could take down a scourge first.

But the frequent sound of beating drums outside interrupted his thoughts, making him want to speak but unable.

When he was full of wine and food, the table was removed, and a few cups of tea were brought up, he suddenly asked, "Where is the leader of the female army, Doctor Yiwei?"

Chong Jiaqing and Wang Zhizhou froze at the same time. Wang Zhizhou put down the teacup and said with a smile, "It's late at night, and Qin Chengzhi was tired along the way. Why should he condescend to meet a little female general? Why don't we rest first?"

The night was indeed deep, most of the bonfires in Gaopingzhai had been extinguished, the soldiers who took turns to practice had also stopped, the drums stopped, the sound of hunting flags and the strong smell of alcohol quietly invaded the central tent.

Qin Fang was unmoved, and insisted on seeing Mo Lingfeng, talking and laughing: "Could it be that this female general's reputation is really hard to live up to? It doesn't matter, His Majesty never expected a group of women to do anything big. It’s just Tu Yile.”

Wang Zhizhou didn't dare to be too persistent, so he could only signal Feng Fan to invite Mo Lingfeng to come.