After being divorced, my identity as a poet was exposed

After all, life is never peaceful.

Ning Xulin never asked about political affairs. In her heart, those things were men's business.

As a woman, all she longs for is peace in the world, and her husband can come back every day with a relaxed and happy smile, and that is enough.

How big the country is has nothing to do with her.

The place he lives in is just a courtyard in the harem.

She sewed the baby's clothes with her own hands in the harem.

Yu Wenfeng just watched Ning Sulin sewing clothes stitch by stitch.

This is peace and warmth.

But such peace and warmth are short-lived after all.

Ning Sulin's needle and thread cannot sew the wings of Yu Wenfeng, the eagle of the grassland!

He wanted to ensure that these five hundred people had nowhere to escape.

The commander of the Sky Eagle Army, Yu Wenhua, is relatively educated.

Her gentleness could not keep away Yu Wenfeng's ambition as an emperor.

He has to wait until next spring when the flowers bloom.

on the chariot,
Wearing a bright armor, Yu Wenhua looked at the military advisor opposite and smiled slightly:
"Say that the Xuanjia Battalion doesn't know how to fight... but it crippled the third eagle."

When he learned that Xuanjia Camp was defending the city, he decided to adopt the tactic of surrounding but not attacking——

The strength of the cavalry is to fight on horseback, not to climb walls.

Even if they attack, our losses will not be small.

The life of each of his own soldiers is very valuable, but it cannot be compared with that of the rats in the 500 Xuanjia Battalion.

Consumption!
There must be enough food and grass in Deadwood Castle, and the five hundred people of Xuanjia Camp cannot be consumed in a short period of time.

For two hundred miles, marching in the ice and snow, the team did not move very fast.

He knew Drystone Castle very well.

At that time, the ice and snow melted, and the siege equipment was fully prepared. It was time for these rats to die.

So the 5,000 cavalrymen were accompanied by 20,000 retinues.

The strategy adopted by Yuwen Culture is just one word——

There were 20,000 people riding bullock carts, which were filled with tent provisions, arrow feathers, etc.

After some encouragement from him, five thousand soldiers marched from the Dahuang City station towards Kushi Castle with murderous intent.

He has worry-free logistics.

He left the Xilin Palace and went to the Sky Eagle Army camp.

This is in the land of the desert country.

The heavy stone gate cannot be opened. In such a climate, it is impossible to attack the city.

"They say they know how to fight... They could have run away, but they stayed in Dry Stone Castle!"

"Dry Stone Castle is a solid city, but it is also a solid tomb!"

"If a mere five hundred people want to defend a city... I, the general, will make it impossible for them to climb out of that grave!"

"In war, you have to use your brain!"

"You Central Plains people who talk about war are deceitful!"

"This great general deeply agrees."

"Even if we count the 20,000 followers of such a large dry stone castle, it is not enough to completely surround it."

"If Xuanjia camp jumps over the wall and finds the weak point of our army... it is very possible to break out of the encirclement."

"So, after arriving at Kushi Castle, you order to go down and set up tents for me, one after another, outside Kushi Castle!" "Let every tent have smoke during the day and lights at night."

"We should make Xuanjia Camp think that there are soldiers everywhere. If we don't know the true arrangement of our troops, we won't dare to abandon the city and flee easily."

"Let the soldiers go to the scolding formation when they have nothing to do. Don't worry, they won't dare to come out."

"This winter will be the last good time in their lives."

"As for the Chinese New Year...it's New Year's Eve today. I heard that this is a major festival for you Central Plains people. We barren people don't call it Chinese New Year."

"You have nothing to do, come on, come on, tell me, General, how you people in the Central Plains celebrate the New Year?"

……

… There are red lanterns hanging everywhere in Changle City.

Even in the hot spring courtyard at the foot of Qishan Mountain, it is the same.

"You have to celebrate the New Year like a Chinese New Year!"

Zhongli Ruoshui directed his servants to clean the newly built courtyard inside and outside. The bright red lanterns he bought were hung on the wind and rain corridor, on the trees in the courtyard, and in the pavilion. .

"I remember when I was a child in Kyoto, my grandma attached great importance to the Chinese New Year."

Standing on the snow in the yard, looking at the red lanterns decorating the white world, Zhongli Ruoshui said again:
"Grandma said New Year's Eve is a day for the family to reunite and watch the New Year's Eve."

"It's not important to stay up late on New Year's Eve. What's important is the feeling of a family sitting together and enjoying themselves."

"She said...looking at our children and grandchildren is like looking at the fruits of a peach tree."

"The children and grandchildren were overjoyed and felt that the fruit was sweet..."

Xiao Baozi pursed his lips and touched his belly.

His lower abdomen was still the same, except for the Wuwei soft sword wrapped around his waist.

"I also want to have children and grandchildren!"

"But this belly is not up to par."

"I counted on my fingers last night. From the time I met him to now... there were as many as eight times!"

"Why is it so difficult to sow this kind of seed?"

Xia Hua immediately glanced at Xiao Baozi and muttered: "You have done it at least eight times, I only did it three times!"

Wu Qin lowered his head in shame and rubbed his feet back and forth on the snow. After a while, a puddle of water came out:
"Celebrating the New Year is just a happy New Year. Let's not talk about this incident, okay?"

Xiao Baozi laughed.

Walked over.

He held Wu Qin's hand and comforted:
"Don't worry, I once planted a lot of melons in Wanxi Zhai, and they produced a lot of melons in summer."

"But the real big thing is after autumn!"

"There are five of us, maybe you will get pregnant first!"

Ning Chuchu laughed, "Sister Xiao, don't be anxious!"

“If you plant flowers intentionally, they will not bloom, but if you plant willows unintentionally, they will create shade. If you care too much, you will worry about gains and losses.”

When Xiao Baozi heard this, she suddenly thought of a person——

Wen Xiaowan!
Wen Xiaowan helped Li Chenan break through the situation overnight and then left. Could she have done it unintentionally?

It can't be that coincidental, right?
At this moment, Li Chenan walked in with a few people talking and laughing.

Walking side by side with Li Chenan was none other than Wen Boiyu!
"With Xiaowan by my side, the Chinese New Year doesn't feel like a New Year, so we traveled together and came here from Kyoto."

"I planned to come to you yesterday, but I met Su Yian and his father Su Mingtang."

"I went to have a cup of tea. It was getting late when I came out. I thought it would be inconvenient to come see you again."

Hearing the name Xiaowan, Li Chen's heart trembled and he asked without leaving any trace:
"Where did the little bowl go?"

Wen Boyu didn't know that his daughter had been ruined by this guy!
He stroked his short beard and sighed:
"He's back."

Li Chenan trembled with fright.

"Come to Kyoto?"

"No, she is at Zhuyu Cottage."

"correct,"

Wen Boiyu stopped, and Li Chenan felt nervous again, thinking that Wen Xiaowan had told Wen Boiyu about it.

Then you have to call him father-in-law!

"She wrote that Guangling City also had a heavy snowfall this year."

"She said that she went to Li Mansion several times and that your parents are in good health...your father drinks three taels of wine every day, your mother's cooking is delicious, and your sister gets along very well with her. She lives in Guangling The city is not lonely.”

"This year...your mother invited her to spend time at your house."

Xiao Baozi suddenly took a breath of cold air!
She looked at Zhongli Ruoshui and asked in a low voice:
"What's this called?"

Zhongli Ruoshui shook his head and smiled:
"This is called putting the fire under the cauldron... for us, it's a fire in the backyard!"

"What a smart woman!" (End of chapter)