Zhe Jinchun

Chapter 933 Change of Destiny

Xue Yunheng looked sideways at the man in black, and nodded in agreement: "Indeed, if the ice surface breaks, Zhao Guo's heavy armored cavalry will be killed or injured immediately. However, whether the ice surface cracks or not depends not on people, but on the sky!" At this point, he turned to look at Huan Zicheng, his eyes were like flames: "Master Governor, can you change the destiny?"

"Maybe it can be changed." Huan Zicheng actually didn't deny it, he unhurriedly raised his hand and pressed the sword at his waist, his face was invisible under the iron helmet, but the certainty in his words really fell into the ears of others middle.

"How do you say that?" Xue Yunheng looked at him out of the corner of his eyes, even though his mouth and nose were covered by a cloth scarf, the suspicion in his eyes could not be concealed, "Once the Surabaya freezes, how can it be three or two days on a sunny day?" Can it be warmed up? Besides, Zhao Jun always wins quickly, and it takes at most one day for the army to cross the river, so how can the governor break the ice overnight?"

Huan Zicheng didn't speak, he just turned to look at the surging waves in front of him.

The north wind was blowing, blowing the red tassels on top of him, the cloak was full of wind, and it spread out like wings, as if wanting to ride the wind and go away.

Seeing him like this, the doubt in Xue Yunheng's heart disappeared for some reason.At that moment, he suddenly felt that with this Qinghuan's ability, maybe he really has a way to break the ice.

"Superintendent Xue thinks this way, I feel relieved." Huan Zicheng's voice sounded, as cold as before in the strong wind: "If you think about it, the enemy army definitely thinks that if you cross the river on iron horses, you can harvest a large number of heads."

There was a special coldness in his voice, as if it had been blown into ice by the strong wind, and there seemed to be an echo in his voice.

Xue Yunheng frowned and looked at him, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed across his phoenix eyes: "It's a matter of military affairs, it's better for the general not to play tricks."

"I will tell you when I choose the right time, but this is not the time." Huan Zicheng replied quickly, and a sneer came from under the iron helmet: "Meng Zong, who are those generals Jiang, Du, and Zhou?"

The latter sentence was addressed to the short and fat Meng Zong.

Xue Yunheng looked to the side, and saw that at the other end of the low slope, there were three generals with black armor and white tassels, and several well-dressed guards, coming in this direction against the wind, everyone's robes were rolled up Among them, they still thought that the three white-tasseled generals were struggling to walk.

He could tell at a glance that these three people were indeed Jiang, Du, and Zhou's gentlemen, or generals. A trace of disgust flashed in his eyes, and doubts arose immediately.

"Where did General Lu go? Why didn't you come?" He raised his eyes and looked around. Lu Shixing's camp was on the east side, but it was quiet at this moment.

"When it's time to come, I will come." Huan Zicheng didn't look at the three people again, but his voice suddenly turned into ice: "Only uninvited guests will come uninvited." After speaking, he smiled softly .

On the other side, Meng Zong didn't even glance over there, he just turned his arms towards Huan Zicheng and said, "My lord, it's the generals Jiang, Du and Zhou." He spit on the ground quickly. After spitting, he cursed "bad luck" in a low voice.

Xue Yunheng couldn't help laughing.

This Meng Zong's temperament really suits his liking, much more interesting than those birds and beasts in their family, but it's a pity that he has already joined the Huan family.

"Do you want to stop them?" He Ying stepped forward and asked.

The smile on Xue Yunheng's face immediately pulled back, his quiet eyes flickered, but he didn't speak, but looked at Huan Zicheng.

"Superintendent Xue, could you please help me stop these three?" Huan Zicheng said, but his eyes turned away from the man in black: "I still have something to say."

Pausing for a moment, he added with a little apology: "Mr. Xue Erlang, forgive me, this matter is extremely important to me, and please do me this favor."

Xue Yunheng has a straightforward nature, and nodded without thinking when he heard the words: "Okay, I'll go now. However, there is one thing, I can't complain." He looked at the man in black, and strong dissatisfaction gushed out of his eyes again: " If this gentleman hides his head and shows his tail again, forgive me for not accompanying me. Respond!"

After speaking, without waiting for Huan Zicheng's answer, he greeted He Ying and walked down the slope with big strides.

Huan Zicheng showed helplessness, turned to the man in black and whispered: "Erlang is still a young man at heart."

"It's okay." The man in black spoke calmly, and seemed to be smiling: "I've often heard people say that he is a good person."

At the end of the speech, he sighed slightly.

Huan Zicheng stopped talking, and walked down the other side of the gentle slope, followed by the man in black, but Meng Zong stayed behind and did not follow.

On this side of the gentle slope, there is a sparse poplar forest. The dead branches have been blown by the wind for years, and it is not dense even in spring and summer, and it is even more bleak at this moment.

Walking to the forest, Huan Zicheng stopped, turned his head to look at the place he came from, his body was motionless, only the black cloak was rolled up by the strong wind, making a "squeaky" sound.

"Why me?" The man in black suddenly opened his mouth, raised his hand and pulled the hood back, revealing a line of straight nasal bones, his lips parted and closed, and his voice was like a rhyme: "Why is Da Chen the first?" The Huan clan of the Guan family will take the initiative to contact me?"

"It's not Huan who contacted you, but me, Huan Zicheng." Huan Zicheng didn't look at him, his faint voice was printed on the wind, and the words clanged, "However, now it seems that I, that is Huan."

The man in black didn't speak, his nose tilted slightly, as if he was looking at him from behind his hood.

Huan Zicheng raised his arm suddenly, stroked the long black tassel on the saber with one hand, sighed without warning, and the breath on his body eased instantly: "Does His Highness Ninth Prince... still have contact with her?"

The face of the man in black, hidden under the hood, turned cold quickly, but he didn't say a word.

"Prince Nine of Tang Dynasty was exiled to Dachen, and he met Princess Jinling in Shangjing and Qingzhou. Am I wrong?" Huan Zicheng continued, his voice still very calm: "Or should I call you?" Name - Li Xuandu."

Li Xuandu stared at him suddenly, looking directly at him, under the straight nasal bone, the corners of his lips were sharp and hard.

The wind blows up suddenly, but it can't bring any wind and sand. Only the empty north wind whimpers lowly, blowing across this chilling and quiet land, it seems to never stop.

On the other side down the gentle slope, Jiang Erlang patted the invisible dust on his body, his face was gloomy, and the two generals Zhou and Du beside him also had extremely ugly faces at this time.

Just now, Xue Yunheng rushed over suddenly, and he spoke indiscriminately, just rebuking, from the clothes of the three of them all the way to the military discipline and appearance of each of the barracks under their command, as if they had taken the wrong medicine. They simply didn't pay attention to their three surnames.

"Xue Er is relying on the responsibility of supervising the army, and he is here to avenge his personal revenge." Du Erlang's cold voice sounded, accompanied by a clear sneer, "A son, brother, wants to come to this troubled water, I think He's out of his mind."

(End of this chapter)