Nagato has such a slim waist

It was late at night and the wind was heavy, and the layers of snowflakes were like rolling white waves, whistling and tearing, covering Xinzhou City crazily.

The lights of Chunyuan Courtyard reflected on the woman's fair cheeks, and the night was dim.

Feng Yun sat in front of the wooden desk. The small stove next to the stove was lit with red charcoal. He was warming a pot of hot wine. Wen Xingsu sat in front of her. There were piles of account books in the middle. The ink was still wet on the yellow paper, which was messy. It was filled with numbers, and there were copper coins, gold, silver and jewelry scattered everywhere.

Wen Xingsu laughed a little and sighed softly.

"It's late at night, are you preparing for the New Year? You may not be too impatient."

"Be prepared." Feng Yun pulled the abacus and looked up at him, "There are still years and months to come. There will be so many people eating and drinking. I have a plan in my heart early, so I won't panic when something happens."

Wen Xingsu's face became serious, "What is Pei Ran going to do? What are you going to do?"

Feng Yun didn't hide anything from him and responded with a smile.

"What can be done? He grazes for the emperor, so I will graze for him."

Pei Madang left half an hour ago. He changed into the clothes of a guard, took only Zuo Zhong with him, and left secretly through the corner gate without disturbing anyone.

After the Pei family arrives today, the court will soon make the next move.

In their predictions, whether the imperial court compromised and added Jiuxi's orders, or used stronger methods to directly send generals to take over the Northern Yong Army and deprive Pei Mad of his military power, a storm would come.

They must be fully prepared to cope with changes, major changes, and any changes.

Feng Yun sent Pei Ran out with a smile, calm and calm.

He walked a few steps, then came back and handed a slender Miao knife to Feng Yun.

That knife suited Feng Yun's physique. Sharp, but slender, and lighter than the Huanshou knife.

Pei Madang said that the knife is three feet and eight inches long and will penetrate the meat more smoothly.

In the past, he didn't like Feng Yun to touch swords and guns. Feng Yun often felt that he was a big man in some aspects, and he liked a soft and weak little lady who was easy for him to manipulate and satisfy his hobbies.

Feng Yun likes this Miao sword, which is much more powerful than Jian Shui. Wearing it, she feels a bit like a military girl.

Very saucy.

She named this Miao knife Gongmei.

The eyebrows are also thin, long and beautiful.

She said that she was looking forward to the day when her eyebrows would see blood.

Pei Man's eyebrows darkened, he took the knife from her hand and put it deep into the sheath.

"It's better to live without seeing blood."

His voice was cold, his eyes met hers for a moment, then turned and left, his heroic figure getting further and further away.

Feng Yun couldn't discern his emotions at that moment, but the nostalgia in his eyes was like the Miao knife, sharp and flexible, piercing straight into his heart.

As soon as Pei Madang left, Feng Yun closed the door and took stock.

In these years, Pei Madang was completely unaware of his own finances. He spent all the money he had to subsidize his officers and soldiers, and he had no intention of accumulating wealth. It can be said that this general did a very good job and did not have the financial resources that a first-class officer should have. …

However, none of this matters.

What matters is the territory.

Land is king. Land is king. Only when you occupy land can you be king and seek development. The five cities of Andu and Xinzhou are both fertile lands. The continuous wars in recent years have ruined people's livelihood, but they are enough for the Northern Yong Army to eat where they are.

Pulling tiger skins, raising banners, and cultivating fields. For two or three years, just the word "Pei Madang" was enough to compete with the north and the south.

Even though the Jin Dynasty said every day that it had "strong soldiers and strong horses", its strength lies in the Northern Yong Army.

In this era when tens of thousands of soldiers and horses can be pulled out to fight a national war, many of the numbers of soldiers and horses claimed by the outside world are all bluffs. The hundreds of thousands of forbidden troops claimed by Li Sanruo are all water. The two armies of Huben and Long Ji combined were equal to the number of Beiyong troops, but their combat effectiveness was very different.

"Brother." Feng Yun asked: "How much surplus food is there in Xinzhou's treasury, and where are the population registers and account books?"

Wen Xingsu was the guard general of Xinzhou at the time, and he knew the affairs of Xinzhou best.

He said: "The books and account books were handed over to the general on that day and should be in the hands of the current defense officer."

Feng Yun asked: "Is there no problem in collecting 100,000 shi of military rations?"

Wen Xingsu was startled, "What are you going to do?"

Feng Yun smiled and said, "We have to prepare for the worst. What if Tiger and Dragon move unexpectedly and trap us to death in Xinzhou?"

Wen Xing traced back: "The Queen Mother and the envoys are also in Xinzhou."

Feng Yun said: "They don't dare to act rashly now, but once they return to the court..."

The two of them looked at each other, and Wen Xingsu said in a warm voice: "The general must have already made up his mind, so you don't have to worry too much about what to do."

"I understand." Feng Yun was very close to Wen Xingsu, and he never avoided taboos in his actions, let alone his words.

The two of them looked at each other and she said: "I forced him to come this far. Now he has no choice but to succeed..."

How could Wen Xingsu not understand her thoughts?

His words are ruthless and his actions are ruthless, but that's just the appearance.

The softness of a person's heart will never change.

She believed that she had forced Pei Ran to submit, and she was afraid that if he took this step, he would be doomed.

Today, when Pei Chong and Ao Zheng came over, the matter became more involved. Not only Pei Ran, or the two of them, but also the entire Pei family and Ao family...

Wen Xingsu knew that Feng Yun was under great pressure.

Maybe, it's bigger than Pei Mang himself.

Wen Xingsu smiled slightly, his eyes soft.

"If you are ruthless and unjust, maybe you can be more calm?" Feng Yun looked at him silently, looking at each other, and she smiled.

"He is affectionate and righteous, and I am calm."

At the beginning of her rebirth, she regarded Wen Xingsu as her only relative. She didn't care about the life or death of other people. She only used Pei Ran, which was no different from others. But Pei Ran's current behavior and the protection of her have gone beyond The range of her expectations...

She was still tough-talking.

But you can also lie to yourself.

She couldn't completely ignore the contributions of others.

What’s more, husband and wife are one. From the moment she put on her wedding dress and walked towards Pei Madang in Bingzhou, her and Pei Madang's fates were closely linked, and it was difficult to separate them.

"You only have one mouth left." Wen Xingsu said calmly, raised his sleeves and drank the water and wine in the cup in one gulp.

Burning in throat.

In the hearty joy, there is actually an inextricable sadness and boundless emptiness.

Wen Xingsu sat there until early in the morning before leaving.

He knew that Feng Yun was restless and wanted to accompany him. Feng Yun also knew that he was worried and pretended to be sleepy. When he left, he put on his clothes and got up, looking at the heavy snow outside the window in trance.

Xiao Man put on his clothes and approached with a yawn.

"Madam, let me fill you with another soup."

"No need." Feng Yun said.

Xiao Man took a look and said, "I don't know when the snow will stop. Will the general come back tonight?"

Feng Yun was silent.

Pei Madang is the king on the battlefield and understands the principle of pre-emptive strike. Before leaving, he only said that he would go to the camp and had some urgent matters to attend to. He did not elaborate on when he would be back.

But Feng Yun knew that what he had to do was difficult.

In the wind and snow at this night, what he wanted to pry might be the pillar of the Jin Dynasty. It would not come back for a while, so he looked at her with that look and told her to be careful in everything.

"Go to sleep." Feng Yun told Xiao Man, "Just leave the night light on the porch."

With a night light, Pei Man would not be afraid of losing sight of the road when he came back.

Xiao Man responded, but did not go to sleep, but stubbornly yawned to accompany Feng Yun.

The night lights are dim and the snow is blurry.

The two didn't speak for a long time. Feng Yun couldn't help but look at the night sky in the northwest, wondering what he was thinking. Xiaoman also followed her gaze and looked out.

Bai Xue glowed with a faint yellow color under the night light. She didn't know what she was infected with, and her eyes suddenly turned red.

"I wonder how my sister is doing now..."

Feng Yun noticed the downturn in her tone and looked back.

"Do you blame me?"

Xiao Man shook his head, "This is sister's choice. How can I blame Madam..."

She lowered her eyes, her eyes wet.

The two had grown up together, and she understood Daman's temperament best.

"Sister, I want to be strong, tall, and have a big heart. I think I will get what I want this time."

Feng Yun smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to tuck Xiaoman's collar.

"What about you?"

"Me?" Xiao Man was stunned, his ears suddenly turned red, "I don't have anything, as long as I can accompany my wife, that's fine."

Feng Yun asked: "Would it be better to stay with my wife, or stay with my wife so I can see Brother Zuo often?"

Xiao Man was so embarrassed that his face turned red, his eyelids kept blinking, and he was extremely nervous, "No, madam, don't talk nonsense, let Brother Zuo know... I'm so embarrassed."

"It's time for a male to get married and a female to get married. What's there to be ashamed of?"

Feng Yun lowered his head and stared into her eyes seriously.

"Or are you saying that you don't like Brother Zuo but like Brother Ji?"

Xiao Man became even more panicked now. He didn't know where to turn his eyes. He stretched out his hands to cover his ears and said angrily:

"Madam knows that a shameless servant has no intentions, and she never has those thoughts..."

Feng Yun chuckled.

"Zuo Zhong and Ji You are both good sons and daughters. You can choose whichever one you like. I'll help you find out tomorrow whether there is a marriage at home or someone you like in your heart..."

Xiao Man couldn't listen anymore, so he hugged her with both hands and tried to cover her mouth.

"lady……"

The two of them laughed and laughed together. This was the first time since Daman left that the master and servant had such fun.

In this blizzard night, it was as if there were no dark clouds overhead, and there would be no upcoming surprises.

The second update may be late because I haven’t finished writing yet (face covering), and then my family may ask me to practice my national mahjong skills...

I am trying to refuse...

Finally, I love you all. Erjin hereby wishes the sisters good luck and happiness from now on.