Dragon Soul in the late Ming Dynasty

Chapter 5

"Mr. Zhu, do you want to go back to sleep now?"

Zhu Qian's slender fingers tapped the stretcher under him lightly with an unhurried rhythm. If you listen carefully, you can find that this is the rhythm of the general's order. In the end, it became more and more chilling, and suddenly stopped and said: "Let's go! This scene is still not ready for fire, but as long as I lick some firewood in it, it will burn very well."

No matter how lively the hustle and bustle is, there are also quiet times. After watching the lively people, they all went back to wash and sleep. Yang Ling sat in the tent, but couldn't fall asleep no matter what, so he simply got up and went to inspect the camp.

After turning around in a big circle, I came to Zhu Gan's tent without knowing it, and saw a person standing quietly under the moonlight, like a willow swaying in the wind by the river, his body was moving slowly, showing weirdness everywhere.

After watching for a while, I found that this set of movements, although slow, contains the principle of harmony of hardness and softness, which is very suitable for Zhu Gan's current situation of conditioning.

Slowly recuperating, he took a long breath and said, "It's been a long night, I don't want to sleep, so Miss Yang, you didn't sleep either."

After finishing speaking, Zhu Gan turned his back to Yang Ling, posing in a funny pose like the star master in Journey to the West, and slowly lifted the hem of his long gown, revealing a pair of white and slender thighs.

If this action is to face a door, a lady who does not step out of the second door, I am afraid that she will have been frightened and yelled indecently, and even fainted in severe cases, but Yang Ling smiled, and the moment of youth, it is so Exciting.

Zhu Qian turned around and saw this smile just in time, and couldn't help sighing, the more beautiful things are, the more poisonous they are, I don't know how poisonous she is.

"Miss Yang, what's bothering you? Are you happier?"

Yang Ling's eyes drooped slightly, and he said in a low tone: "Mr. Zhu En is out of touch, why don't you call me Ling'er. As for the troubles, there are too many. I'm afraid few people can help me."

Zhu Gan arched his hands, and said proudly with a smile: "Miss Ling'er, do you believe that I know astronomy and geography at the top, and snakes, insects, rats and ants at the bottom? 500 years ago and 500 years later, he is better than Zhuge Zhuge of the Three Kingdoms." , I’m going to Liu Bowen and I’m still going to be effective..."

Yang Ling smiled and rolled his eyes. This guy has become more and more sloppy recently, without any scruples, he said reproachfully: "If Zhu Engong can really help me solve my troubles, then Linger will be very grateful."

Being grateful is useless, it is better to make a promise with your body, Zhu Gan just thought about it in his heart, touched his chin, and said pretending to be reserved: "It's better to have such a big girl as Ling'er." The beauty is grateful, it must be Zhu's blessings from several generations of cultivation, as long as Ling'er says a word, although Zhu does not have light kung fu, he can still flow through mountains of swords and seas of fire."

Yang Ling glanced at Zhu Gan faintly and said: "Zhu Engong, little girl has nothing to ask for, but I hope that Engong can tell the truth, this Zhu is not that Zhu..."

After speaking, Yang Ling pointed in the direction of the capital, and looked at him without turning his eyes, hoping to see even a trace of panic in his eyes.

But to Yang Ling's disappointment, Zhu Qian stood there dumbly, looked at her without any reaction, and sighed: "Could it be that Ling'er thinks that my surname is very valuable? But there is someone more valuable than my surname." This wisdom!" <Shui, Yang Ling took a brisk step forward, almost making Zhu Gan smell the faint fragrance, and said worriedly: "The imperial court has no way, the princes are foolish, and there are even more evil spirits. Gao Yingxiang, Li Chuangwang, Zhang Xianzhong, I will appear on the stage after you sing, the people are the ones who suffer! My Bailian sect respects the people, and those who believe in birthless mothers are my parents and brothers. I, Yang Ling, am just a little girl, and I am willing to be my parents. Brothers open a side of peace."

At this moment, Yang Ling is full of self-confidence, as beautiful as a shining pearl, dazzling and alluring.Looking at the pretty face close at hand, Zhu Gan breathed heavily and said: "If Miss Linger really has this ambition, Zhu Gan has nothing but a broken body, let you drive."

With dim eyes and mouth like a musk deer, Yang Ling said softly and resentfully: "Ling'er has come to this point, don't benefactor still understand Ling'er's intentions."

Zhu Gan looked at her. For this beauty trick, no matter in the past life or now, it has great lethality to him, and he almost blurted out: "There are three strategies for breaking the city, each divided into upper, middle and lower. The worst strategy is to send martial arts experts into the city. For the assassination of important people, when the time comes to attack the city, you can dress up as a post-golden cavalry, deter them, respond internally and externally, and be a soldier without bloodshed. The best strategy is to send warriors into the city, and encourage the people to attack the city, responding internally and externally. It is serious, but there is nothing wrong with it. The best strategy is for someone to enter the city, and then there will be a clamor outside the city, and no riots will be made, and the city will stop immediately."

After speaking, Zhu Gan looked at her calmly, waiting for her reply.

Some things are just tacit, and Zhu Qian didn't point it out, so Yang Ling naturally wouldn't mention it. Hearing his ups and downs, his heart was extremely complicated. These words may show Zhu Gan's magnanimity in his heart, but it contains The ultimate move is not only for him, but also for yourself, it depends on how you measure yourself.

Yang Ling couldn't make up his mind for a while, and said a little upset: "The best policy is indeed the best policy, but Brother Zhu has saved my life, and he is seriously injured, how can I let you take risks, I'd better think about it! "

Looking at the back of Yang Ling's departure, Zhu Qian took a deep breath, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He didn't know if it was self-deprecating or ironic: "I was scheming in the previous life, and I am still scheming in this life. Maybe you think I am testing you, but the real The purpose is that I want to make some achievements, this dog-mother's Jiangshan Sheji, and this damn common people's livelihood..."

For the three strategies proposed by Zhu Gan, Yang Ling was completely insomnia when he swayed between believing and not believing.

Yang Ling was not the only one who suffered from insomnia tonight, Qian Ming, the magistrate of Zhuozhou, also suffered from insomnia, because he had received a letter from Suzhou a few days ago. However, this secret did not come from the closer capital city, but from Suzhou. It made him feel cold all over. This letter came from his mentor, the leader of the Donglin Party, Qian Qianyi who was at home unemployed.

He also felt apprehensive about the increasing number of refugees gathering outside the city, but the available troops and servants in the city were seriously insufficient, so he could only pray that nothing would happen.

I don't know how many times she tossed and turned, waking up the concubine who was sleeping soundly beside her. The woman's body was plump, and when she bent over and got up, she suddenly revealed a large area of ​​snow-white. He slid in along the fork in Xiaoyi, and immediately caught the pigeon that made his heart flutter.

This plump woman shyly twisted her water snake's waist, and said in a gruff voice: "Master! You want it! I'm serving you..."

Qian Ming exerted force on his hands, and said with a smirk: "Little goblin, you just carried you in from the Yanxiang Building, and you are about to kill the old master, so you have to sit on it while it is still strong and let the old man calm down. "

After some sexual intercourse, the woman was dripping with sweat, but she could only look at Qian Ming who was lying on the bed like a dead snake, her eyes were full of resentment.

Qian Ming regained his composure, stroked the woman's silky skin, and said with a smile, "It's really comfortable, little goblin, I must give the Qian family a son! Go to sleep, the master has something else to do."

After finishing speaking, he ignored the woman's grievances, put on his clothes and got out of bed, called the servant to light up the lantern, and walked quickly towards the study.

He took out his personal key and opened the lock in the hidden compartment. He took out a thin letter and looked at it carefully again. There were only seven large characters.

"What's the big change? Why is it so close to the capital, but there is no news at all." The predicament outside the city is not worth mentioning in his eyes, but this thin paper, holding it in his hand, makes him feel that it weighs more than a thousand catties , he couldn't breathe.

Uncovering the lampshade, I tried to burn the piece of paper several times, but finally put it away carefully, let out a long breath, and shouted to the outside of the study: "Where are you? Master Zhi, by the way, take my name card and call Yu Tai for me."

After sharpening his pen and ink, he wrote a memorial at his desk and sent it to Beijing quickly. Only then did Qian Ming's surging mood calm down, and he waited quietly.