Royal Prosperity

Chapter 1
Qingzhou Prefecture, Yunxie Terrace, is the night of heavy rain.

The night in early spring is still a bit chilly, and the gilded Boshan stove in the house is quietly burning sandalwood agarwood, and the smoke curls up silently.

Sitting behind more than a dozen desks were soldiers of all colors, drinking wine from big bowls, squinting their eyes to see the graceful figures of dancers flying past them like swallows.The sandalwood fragrance, which was originally extremely calm and indifferent, was completely washed away by the wine, meat, singing and dancing. During the banquet, the men were even more excited, and the noisy sounds even interrupted the dance steps of the Ji people from time to time.

Someone lifted the curtain, and the tall figure was filled with damp and cold air.As soon as he stepped in, there were shouts one after another during the banquet, "General Meng", "Brother Meng", "I am fined for being late"...

The armor on the man's body has not been removed, let alone cleaned by the guards. There are still blood stains and a few suspicious dirt on it, but he doesn't care at all. The dancer said with a smile: "If you are fined for drinking, you will be fined for drinking." He put one arm around the girl's bare white waist, grabbed the wine jug with the other hand, poured half of it down, and said with a smile, "Is that enough?" ?”

"Come again!" The colleagues were still booing.

Meng Liang drank in a hurry, the poured wine was all over his chin and neck, but he didn't wipe it off, and cursed with a smile: "A bunch of bastards, I'm going to clean up the mess for you, it's good for you."

The dancer girl leaned softly in his arms, raised her head slightly, suddenly grabbed the general's shoulder, kissed him tenderly, and licked off the wine stains.Meng Liang half-closed his eyes, beat out rhythmic rhythm with one hand on the desk, and said: "It's not a skill for you to pour me down, the general is here, if I can pour him down, I, Meng Liang, will be convinced. "

As soon as the title of "General" came out, everyone was speechless, the sound of singing and dancing overwhelmed the sound of rain for a while, and the soft red was so charming and charming.The generals were silent for a while, and one of them said: "General, forget it."

The sound of the zither suddenly became urgent, like emerald beads falling on a jade plate, and the ding dong was delightful.

A faint human voice came from behind the curtain: "Why do I forget it when I arrive?"

Before the person arrives, the sound arrives first.

Just now, the unscrupulous soldiers stood up suddenly, and even Meng Liang, who was the most unrestrained, pushed away the woman in his arms and stood in awe.Although no one supervised them, they knelt down on one knee in an extremely uniform manner, bowed their heads and said, "General."

The dancers, luthiers, and maids hurriedly knelt down on their knees without making a sound.

A slender figure slowly walked up to the main seat, with one hand supporting him, he said softly: "There is no need to be polite, get up."

According to the custom of Qingzhou, the right corner of Yunxie Terrace is the place where the qin master plays music, which is separated by a curtain, and the sound of the music leaks out like flowing water, filling the entire room.At this time, the player who played the piano was a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old. He twirled his fingertips slowly. He turned around and looked at the girl sitting beside him: "Are your fingers okay?"

The girl lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "It's okay—for some reason, a string was broken just now."

"Fortunately, the general came in, and no one noticed." The luthier comforted her, and then turned his eyes to the outside of the curtain, with a rather complicated expression on his delicate face.

The girl didn't answer, she just lowered her head like a sculpture.

The laughter outside the curtain was louder, almost drowning out the sound of the piano, when someone hurried over and opened the curtain.

There were dozens of candles in the hall as thick as a child's arm, and the lights were brightly lit. The girl squinted her eyes slightly, just in time to see a black-armored general embracing a woman in the distance.

"The general said, I want to listen to the previous song." The maid hurriedly ordered, "Quickly change to another song."

The luthier was startled, and said: "Here." After the maid walked away, he asked the girl, "What did you play just now?"

""Ge Tan"."

The luthier stopped playing "The Crying of the Deer" and turned to start the tune, but he was a little puzzled. The aristocrats like to listen to the elegant and the elegant, and the world is like this.This general...although he is quite special, he is also from the imperial family after all, so why would he like to listen to some country tunes.

Before the end of the song, the belated general outside was a little drunk and shouted loudly: "General, everyone is happy after winning the battle. The brothers said that we are always drunk, which is meaningless. "

After a while, I heard the general say indifferently: "Then how can it be considered interesting?"

"Meng Liang presents the general with a glass of congratulations on the victory in Yacheng."

"That's it." The low voice paused, "I'll drink it."

"Wow—" There was a commotion for a while.

All of a sudden, the sound of toasting came and went, and the general would not refuse anyone who came, drinking one cup at a time.

"Wrong." The girl suddenly opened her mouth to remind the luthier that he played a wrong note.

The luthier smiled shyly, he was just too surprised.He has been playing the piano for the general for several months, and he is there almost every time the Chu army hosts a banquet after winning a battle, but he has never heard the general and his colleagues drinking.

Presumably the general was very happy because of the great victory in Yacheng.He restrained his slightly distracted thoughts, and played the first note again.

"Who played it just now?" Another waiter rushed over, looked up and down the girl with her head down, and urged in a low voice, "The general said that he wants to listen to that player."

The luthier looked at the girl beside him, hesitated and said, "Her finger was hurt..."

Just before the general came in, Qu Xi, she stopped to drink, but the teacup burst in her hand.That's when the pianist was changed.The girl timidly raised her hand to the waiter, her slender and white fingers were indeed covered with cut wounds.The waiter frowned in embarrassment and sighed, "What should I do? The general—"

Before the words were finished, a person rushed towards him and shouted anxiously: "Why are you so slow? The general wants to see the luthier."

"Brother—" The girl suddenly raised her head and looked at the boy beside her, her face full of panic.

The young luthier smiled at her, and comforted her in a low voice: "It's okay, the general is a generous person, he won't do anything to us."

The waiter led the two of them to the center of the hall, and saw the two of them standing dumbly, with their heads lowered because they had never seen the big world, probably quite frightened, and hurriedly reminded in a low voice, "Kneel down."

The two knelt down, and only said in their mouths: "I have seen the general."

The hall was as quiet as water, and the generals who had been making noise just now all stopped, looking at the two kneeling with interest.

On the main seat, the general sat alone.Wearing a thick black brocade robe, his black hair was tied up with a jade crown, his brows were straight, and Mingxiu's eyes were very bright because of the slight hint of wine. He just stared at the kneeling girl lightly, and said softly: " Hold your head up."

The girl's body trembled slightly, and after a long time, she slowly raised her head, but because of the smudged candlelight on both sides, she only felt the face of the person on the main seat was blurred.According to the rules, her face was covered with a thick layer of white facial balm. In fact, she couldn't tell what she looked like, but her eyes were extremely black and bright, and they were full of water.

"You were playing Ge Tan just now?" The general asked softly, playing with his wine glass.

In fact, this water pavilion is huge, the distance between the halls is more than ten feet, his voice is not loud, but every word and every word is very clearly transmitted to everyone's ears.

The girl nodded and said, "Yes."

"Play again." The smile on the corner of the young general's lips deepened a little.

"General, her hand...is injured." The young man on the side said anxiously. He heard that the general has always treated people with kindness and kindness, and never made things difficult for his subordinates, so he mustered up the courage to speak.

The general narrowed his eyes slightly, but just waved his hands lazily.

Knowing what he meant, the guard took the young luthier with him, and still brought the girl back to the piano room.

Sitting behind the piano alone, the girl's eyes were no longer the fear and timidity before, and she gradually calmed down.The waiter at the side said coldly: "Quick play. The general is waiting to hear."

The wound on her fingertips was clearly visible, and the blood hadn't solidified yet. She took a deep breath and uttered the first sound.The strings scraped into the wound, and a thud could almost be heard, and the silver wires were embedded in the flesh and blood.

The thick blood dripped down drop by drop, bringing out the sound of a zither.

It's really a drop of piano.

The sound crossed the lake outside the waterside pavilion, as if it came from a small boat, opposite to this place, the sound of the piano was stained with a little bit of water mist, soaking everyone's heart.However, it was the second drop, the third drop... until the drizzle fell from the sky, like a cow's hair, but also like a breeze, dense, soft, and wet the skirt of the clothes.The drizzle gradually became torrential, and the torrential downpour made people breathless and breathless, like a golden and iron horse, murderous and fierce.

After a long time, the sound of the rain stopped suddenly, and the sound of the piano faded away.

"Good!" Someone in the hall suddenly shouted, "Good piano!"

The general was still fiddling with the glass of wine, his fingertips were faintly white, he raised his head and drank it, then smiled and said, "Meng Liang, when did you know the rhythm?"

"General, you can give me this luthier." Meng Liang let go of the dancer in his arms, and said carelessly, "You always said that I don't study, but now I listen to the music more. It's always a good thing, right?"

In the Battle of Yacheng, Meng Lianghan, the commander of tiger and leopard cavalry, was not afraid of death, rushed to the city wall and made great contributions.Relying on past experience, those who have made great achievements ask for a reward, and the general never refuses.

The general was leaning against the desk, a strand of black hair fell down on his forehead, covering his lowered gaze, but he just smiled, noncommittal.

But Meng Liang thought he agreed, and laughed, "That little girl is so pitiful, she has to continue playing the piano with her finger broken. General, why don't you find someone else?"

The general put down the wine cup, but didn't mention the matter, he just said: "Our army won the battle of Yacheng beautifully. You have worked hard."

The generals stood up one after another, saying that they dare not.

The waiters presented the rewards. The general was always generous, and the abundance of rewards made his subordinates smile.

"Everyone enjoy themselves." The general stood up with a flick of his sleeves, and was about to leave.

"General, where is my luthier?" Meng Liang asked.

The young man turned his body half sideways, half of his expression hidden in the half-bright light, his figure paused, and he calmly replied to his proud subordinate: "She can't."

"Huh?" Meng Liang sat down slumped, looked at the master's back, and sighed, "You're so stingy."

The colleague came over and laughed loudly: "Don't push yourself too far. I think the general treats that woman unusually."

"Why is it so unusual?" Meng Liang said in a muffled voice, "He only has a Bo Ji in his eyes, who is the champion, and even takes it with him when he fights. What's wrong with me asking for a luthier?" While muttering, he didn't notice , the sound of the piano from that corner gradually stopped.

It was late at night when the banquet was over.

The servants began to clean up the messy cups and plates in the water pavilion.Someone glanced at the figure in the corner and said with a smile, "Why don't you leave?"

But it turned out to be the young luthier, approached slowly, and said with an apologetic smile: "My junior sister hasn't come out yet, I don't know where she went?"

"Ah! That girl who plays the piano?" The servant smiled strangely, "He was taken to the general's mansion—you better not wait."

The luthier was stunned for a moment, but when he came to his senses, he had already gone to the pavilion, leaving only the sound of frogs in the pond, murmured and silenced.

When the girl was taken away from the water pavilion, her right hand was already bloody.

She followed the maid until she entered the house, then asked in a low voice, "Sister, what is this?"

"The general ordered you to wash off the fat on your face." The maid pointed to the basin of clear water on the table.

The girl paused, as if she had heard an extremely difficult request. After a long time, she slowly rolled up her long sleeves and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Putting her right hand into the water, the basin of clear water immediately turned pale pink. The girl took a deep breath, but restrained herself from making a sound, she just bent down and washed her face with her hands with difficulty.

The makeup was slowly washed away, she raised her neck slightly, a drop of water on the tip of her nose, with a plop, fell into the turbid water, creating small ripples.Following the ripples of water, a black figure suddenly came into view.

She got up in panic, and there was a bang behind her, and the copper basin fell to the ground, splashing half of her body with water.But his vision was blurred by the water, and he could only vaguely see the man in black walking towards him step by step.

She quickly knelt down, put her bloody hands straight in front of her, and kowtowed: "General."

The man was standing just a step away from her, and she could see a corner of the thick black brocade robe, the cloud pattern was dignified and luxurious.Heartbeat thump, thump, sound like a sound.

She fell on the ground, the cold water soaked her sleeves, and her fingers hurt bitterly.

After a long time, her body began to tremble uncontrollably, almost fainting, and finally heard the sound of his clothes being flapped.

She thought he was going to leave, but suddenly someone grabbed his hair and pulled him hard.

The scalp was in pain, the girl was about to cry out, but she suddenly met those dark eyes, the vortex inside was getting deeper and deeper, and the young man's voice was deep and deep, making it hard to tell whether he was happy or angry——

"Han Weisang, how dare you appear in front of me again?"

She looked at him without moving, perhaps because of the pain, there were tears in her eyes, but they never fell. Instead, she smiled and called softly: "Your Highness."

The vortex surged, and finally turned into a blazing anger. The young man took a step forward and asked in a low voice, "What did you call me?"

Han Weisang knew that he might be dying, so he laughed softly, and said while laughing, "Your Highness..."

Oh, Your Highness.

It seemed like no one had called him that in years.

The general let go of her, his gaze shifted from her messy long skirt to her fleshy fingers.

"I thought you were dead." After a long time, he said quietly.

The girl smiled instead, raised her eyebrows and looked at him: "Yes, I...Damn it."

"It's better for you to die than to reappear in front of me."

It was night, the rain had stopped, revealing a crescent moon in the distance.

When he walked out of the house, the night wind blew, the young general's long hair was swept away, and his neck was slightly cool.

The guard's figure was as swift as lightning, and he rushed to his side, and said in a low voice: "General."

"How?" The general asked lightly.

"I have already checked. The woman was living here more than a year ago. Because she was lonely and helpless, she was taken in by the old luthier. The father and son of the luthier always come to the banquet. This time the old luthier fell ill, so there is no way. and brought her here..."

He narrowed his eyes, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his lips.

"General." The maid quietly stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Madam Bo is still unwilling to sleep, she has been waiting for you..."

There was a moment of tenderness between the corners of his lips and eyebrows, and he nodded: "Understood, let's get over it."

Han Weisang was the only one left in the room. Holding her breath a little, she sat down by the candlelight and carefully examined her hands.

The nails of the little finger and index finger of the right hand have been completely turned up, and several scars have been exposed to the bone, dripping blood, dripping on the ground to form tiny blood flowers.He left here, the murderous aura left, and only now did he feel the pain.

However, compared to what I did to him, even if all ten fingers were chopped off by him alive, it would not be an exaggeration, right?Han Weisang gritted his teeth, gently wiped away the blood with a clean cloth from the corner of his clothes, and smiled wryly. Before he came in, he intentionally hurt his hand, but he was recognized carelessly.

But...how could he not be recognized?

Her piano skills were taught by him alone.

It's just that at that time, he was not a general, but His Royal Highness King Ning of the Daluo Dynasty. He led the army at the age of 16 and made great military exploits.Now that the world is falling apart, he stands alone in the land of Wu and Chu, but he is regarded by the world as the greatest rebellion.

Jiang Zaichu, but he is no longer the same.

Han Weisang stood up slowly, straightened his temples facing the turbid basin of water, and then leaned back on the chair.She collected her thoughts, since he didn't kill herself at this moment, he must torture him more, thinking about it, she calmed down, closed her eyes, and fell asleep until she was extremely tired.

When it was Chou, Jiang Zaichu got up from the couch, and the beauty beside him was already asleep, a strand of blue silk was draped over the red brocade quilt, the skin on his shoulders was as smooth as snow, leaving only some ambiguous traces like red butterflies.He turned sideways, stared lightly for a moment, then tucked the brocade quilt up to her neck, and then walked out the door.

The attendant hurriedly put on the wind cloak for him, and said in a low voice, "The urgent report from Taodi has arrived."

The sky was brighter and the moonlight was brighter. It was only because of the early morning that Jiang Zaichu looked a little lazy and walked towards the study without rushing.

"What about her?"

The attendant reacted for a moment before realizing that he was referring to the young luthier who was brought back in the middle of the night.

"Still there, asleep."

"She can still sleep." Jiang Zaichu smiled faintly, "Bring her here."

There are several sticks of thick wax burning in the study, which is as bright as the sky.

Jing Yun came here in a hurry, and when he saw Jiang Zaichu, he knelt down on one knee and saluted: "General."

He has been Jiang Zaichu's companion since he was a child, and they have a deep friendship with each other, just like brothers.Jiang Zaichu led the army to pacify the frontier, and Jing Yun was the deputy general.Later, when Jiang Zaicu used troops to revolt, he followed him even more loyally.Jiang Zaichu couldn't see him at all, he stretched out his hand to help him up, and asked, "How is it?"

"Yang Lin has now controlled the government. Taohou is a puppet in his hands. Whether to abolish or establish him depends on his words. It is said that in the past few days, he will do something... and then report to the northern court, asking to be registered as Taohou .”

Jiang Zaichu lightly tapped his fingers on the table, and in the middle of the night, the clacking sound was clear and clear.

Looking at his calm face, Jing Yun couldn't help asking: "Brother, do you think the imperial court will agree to the canonization?"

Jiang Zaichu didn't answer, but after a while, he asked instead: "What do you think?"

Jing Yun was stunned, "Are you asking me?"

Behind the barrier, there was an extremely slight sound, as if something had been knocked down.Jiang Zaichu slightly raised his eyes, looked straight in that direction, pursed his lips and said nothing, his eyes darkened.

Jing Yun suddenly understood, could it be...a certain favorite concubine of the general is still in this study?He looked at Jiang Zaichu in some confusion, although the general did spoil Bo Ji very much, but he never confuses official business with love, how could he ask a woman about important military matters today?
"Look, will the imperial court agree to confer the title of Marquis of Xintao?" Jiang Zaichu asked in that direction again in a deep voice.

Behind the screen, the graceful figure came out step by step, a few steps away from Jiang Zaichu, and plopped down on his knees.

Sure enough, she was a woman, but her clothes were plain, she didn't look like the general's concubine.

The girl was already thin, but when her knees hit the ground, she made a thumping sound, which made Jing Yun's heart ache.He looked carefully, but the woman's forehead was on the ground, and she never raised her head. She could only see her bloody right hand, but she didn't know where it came from.

Seeing that she didn't answer at first, Jiang Zai smiled at Jing Yun and said, "Thank you for your hard work, go and rest."

Although Jing Yun was curious, he could only turn around and say, "Jing Yun bids farewell."

He walked to the door and was about to step out when he heard the kneeling woman speak, her voice trembling slightly: "Please, General... Please," she said in a difficult way, "Please, save him."

The voice shook Jing Yun's whole body, he stopped, turned around to look at the girl, and said in disbelief, "You are...you are the princess?"

Weisang didn't raise his head, still resting his forehead on the ground, his body was thin, but like a stone statue, motionless.

"General! She—" Jing Yun was eager to know, and raised his head to ask, "It's really her?"

Jiang Zaichu put his right hand on the desk, and his long black hair was knotted only with an ebony hairpin. He said leisurely, "Jing Yun, do you want to know?"

Jing Yun gritted his teeth, put one hand on the scabbard, nodded and said, "Yes."

"Raise your head and meet your old friend." He ordered quietly.

Weissang raised his head very slowly.She has a plain face with a pointed chin, and her black eyes are as clear as water, but her face is extremely gloomy - the living water back then is now dead and silent.

Qiang—Jing Yun's long sword was out of its sheath, and he slashed straight at Han Weisang.The sword's edge was as cold as water, and before it touched Weisang's side, the sword energy had already cut off a strand of long hair.Han Weisang did not evade, his eyelashes did not move, he looked straight at Jiang Zaichu, and stayed out of the way of the sword.

The sword had already cut her neck, and bright red droplets ooze from the slender bloodstain, Jiang Zaichu idly shouted: "Stop."

Jing Yun's long sword came to a standstill, but it was still on her neck, and he said in a hateful voice: "General! If it wasn't for her—"

"It's too boring for you to kill her now." Jiang Zaichu smiled and waved his hands, and then laughed more and more strangely, "Princess Jiahui, what do you think?"

"Yes." Wei Sang knelt motionless, with a layer of blood in his black eyes, "General Jing, there is a national hatred and family feud between you and me, if you kill me with a sword, wouldn't it be easier for me?"

Jing Yun Qiang withdrew his sword: "You witch almost killed the general back then, and you still expect the general to help you today?"

Jiang Zaichu flicked his fingers slightly, signaled Jing Yun to go out, and said with a smile, "Let me discuss this matter with the Princess."

Jing Yun closed the door.

Wei Sang bent down very slowly, kowtowed, and said word by word: "A subjugated woman dare not call herself princess."

Jiang Zaichu squinted his eyes, watching her kowtow heavily one after another, her snow-white forehead was already bruised and purple, and her skin was torn apart.

"Jing Yun made a mistake in saying something just now, but now I can indeed help you. I just want to see why I want to help." Jiang Zaichu said slowly amidst the sound of kowtow, "Weisang, I will give you a cup of tea time. You If you can convince me, I will help you save Taohou's life."

Weisang was still kneeling, but straightened his body, and said in a hoarse voice: "If the general agrees, Han Weisang's life or death, humiliation or humiliation will all be decided by the general."

Jiang Zaichu smiled contemptuously: "Han Weisang, you seem to take yourself too seriously - kill or humiliate, now that you are in my hands, is there room for discussion?"

There was a thin itchy feeling on the neck, the viscous liquid soaked the skirt of the clothes, and the white clothes on his body were scarlet and ferocious.But she stood up straight, looked straight at Jiang Zaichu, and smiled slightly: "General, you are indeed not your Highness back then."

Jiang Zaichu still did not speak, although his expression was indifferent, his knuckles were slightly raised.

"The general rescued Marquis Tao, Han Weisang volunteered to be a slave to help the general seize the world." The girl's eyes were clear and she said word by word, "How is it?"

Jiang Zaichu smiled silently: "Depending on you?"

"I know the general doesn't believe it right now." Han Weisang stepped forward, "Within three months, I will dedicate Changfeng City to the general as a token of my sincerity."

Jiang Zaichu rebelled against the Luo Dynasty and spent three years separatist in the south.And Changfeng City is stuck between the north and the south, surrounded by mountains on three sides, it is a well-known fortress, and it is also the first pass from south to north.Jiang Zaichu has now established a foundation in the south, and after Nantu, he must conquer Changfeng City.

"Do you know what you're talking about?" Jiang Zaichu walked up to Wei Sang, grabbed her jaw with one hand, and said in a deep voice, "Changfeng City?"

"That's right, Changfeng City." Weisang looked straight at him without fear.

"Okay. I will protect Taohou for three months. Han Weisang, if you can't do it, even if Yang Lin doesn't kill Taohou, I will raise troops to destroy Taodi!" He has cornered her, "As for you , some are means of humiliating you."

Hearing his words, Weissang's breath was suddenly relieved. She had to lean on the wall a little bit to support her precarious body: "Thank you, General."

Jiang Zai gave her a sidelong glance, his eyes were cold: "Get out."

Every step she took, she was careful, for fear that she would faint if she was not careful.After struggling to get outside the door, she suddenly felt strange, people are always like this, under the strong pressure, the pain of the body will be hidden.But once you let go of your worries, those feelings will magnify in an instant, rushing in like waves until they overwhelm you.She wiped her neck casually, the blood on one hand could not tell whether it was from her hand or from Jing Yun's sword.

Great, not dead yet.

She chuckled, no one told her where to go now, and the attendants lowered their heads as if she didn't exist.She paused in the hallway in a daze, then walked in the previous direction based on her memory.

It would be nice to go to a place... where there is only myself.

With that in mind, she walked slowly and staggeringly.

Jing Yun stared at her for a long time, his eyes turned from resentment to confusion, took a deep breath, then turned around and knocked on the door.

The general held his hands behind his back and looked up at the map of the mountains and rivers. For some reason, his back was a little gloomy.

"Brother, kill her." Jing Yun said every word, "If you can't do it, I will do it."

Jiang Zaichu still stood still, and only said shallowly: "Jing Yun, she is still useful."

"Whether she's useful or not, I'm afraid of you..." He paused, but he didn't dare to say the next sentence, "Besides, the long sword in her hand is the only way to beat the world, she—"

"Afraid that I'm soft-hearted?" Jiang Zaichu interrupted his incoherent words, turned around and said, Junyi's eyebrows and eyes were extremely cold, "Jing Yun, have you ever thought about why she appears here?"

"I've already asked. It's the old luthier who took her in. She's kind to her. She's here on behalf of the old luthier."

"She knows I'm here, but she still comes. Do you believe she's just repaying her kindness?"

Jing Yun frowned. He was a gentle and quiet young man, and his thoughts became more stable. He pondered: "Yes, if she doesn't want to come, she can find various excuses. But she... still came."

"Not only did he come, but he also intentionally hurt his hand the moment before I entered the banquet, as if trying to avoid me."

Thinking of her bloody right hand, Jing Yun's eyes lit up: "She... also did it on purpose. She showed weakness as soon as they met, and wanted to soften my brother's heart."

But why?

Knowing that he would die and be tortured if he sent it to his door, he still came.

"Yang Lin wants to abolish Taohou, she must have known it already." Jiang Zaichu gently rubbed the center of his brows with his slender fingers, word by word, slowly, as if clarifying his thoughts for himself, "Taodi can't continue to mediate, She can't keep Taohou anymore, so she can only come to beg me."

"Are you going to help her?" Jing Yun was shocked, "General, no!"

Jiang Zaichu looked at Jing Yun quietly, and wanted to smile for some reason.In Jing Yun's eyes, he may still be the King Ning three years ago, young and impulsive, high-spirited, he doesn't need the old country, he just needs to smile.But now, he has 20 soldiers under his command, following him and fighting hard, every inch of armor and every inch of soil can fight for the land of Wu Chu today.

The self back then was too strange and too soft.

He coughed softly: "If she dares to beg me alone, she must come up with a corresponding bargaining chip. Jing Yun, she said, can take Changfeng City."

Jing Yun suddenly got up, his sword eyebrows and star eyes were extremely shocked: "Changfeng City?"

The Battle of Yacheng a few days ago finally wiped out all kinds of princes, big and small, in the land of Wuyue, and now it's time to plan to go north.The general is a military prodigy, and every time he deploys troops unexpectedly, but he doesn't mention when the Northern Expedition will happen, one of his worries is the first checkpoint, Changfeng City.

Changfeng City is not an iron city that cannot be defeated in a hundred attacks, but if you want to win it, you must pay the price of a strong attack.

The high city is broken, and the ages are dry. Jiang Zaichu has been looking for a way to break the city that can save the lives of most of the soldiers.

"Come and see." The general beckoned, motioning Jing Yun to stand beside him, staring at a corner of the map with sharp eyes, "Changfeng City is surrounded by mountains on three sides, which is its natural barrier. The only southern city wall is as high as Baichi, the Luo Dynasty spent decades strengthening it, and I have been stationed in the city before, and I know better than anyone that its military strength is far from comparable to the cities we have conquered over the years."

"Let's attack by force! Brothers are not afraid of death!" Jing Yun raised his head, and the young general's brows were filled with the light that can only be seen after he has been victorious.

Jiang Zaichu was noncommittal, under his handsome eyebrows, his eyes were quiet, he was still watching the rough city marks drawn by the ink brush, but his thoughts gradually flew away, as if he had touched the hard city, the cold armor, and the sticky passionate.

When I woke up the next day, the sunlight outside the window was already dazzling.Weisang felt his head was muddled, he staggered up and poured himself a cup of cold tea, then took out a pill from his bosom, and swallowed it.Stretching out his hand to touch his lips, the upper lip skin was already dry and cracked, and his body and face were scalded badly, presumably the burn was a little high.She went down slowly again, and touched her neck. The scar from the sword had scabbed over, and several wounds on her right hand had stopped bleeding, but they had not been bandaged, and they were red and swollen, probably about to pus.

She reckoned the time, and it was about noon. She hadn't eaten rice all day and night, so she didn't feel hungry, but she was afraid that she would lose energy for a while.

Just as he was thinking, the door was pushed open, and two maids came in with a large bucket of water. The leading maid put a set of clothes on the table, bowed and said, "Girl, after you take a bath, please go to see me. General."

It was spring weather, not too cold, but never warm.

Weisang walked to the bucket and touched it with his hand, but it was bone-cold well water.She was neither surprised nor surprised, Wei Wei returned the courtesy: "I see."

The two maids looked at each other and slowly backed out.

Weisang undressed, stood by the barrel for a while, finally made up his mind, and half-stepped into the barrel.

As soon as the toes touched the cold water, goose bumps immediately appeared all over the body, and every inch of nerve seemed to be cut by a sharp knife, shivering with cold.But she stepped in heavily, wiped her body with a soaked coarse cloth until her skin was red, and then stepped out of the bucket again, resisting the trembling of her body, and put on her clothes.

Even though the silk clothes are soft, they are like rough linen, which makes every inch of skin ache.With red and swollen fingers, he picked up the comb, tidied his hair little by little, and finally managed to tie his hair into a bun. Weisang looked at himself in the mirror, his complexion was ashen and faded, only his cheeks had extremely abnormal red tides, and the scar on his neck The purple scars are conspicuous.She walked to the table and poured down the whole pot of herbal tea in one go. Then she calmly walked to the door and said to the maid: "Please lead the way, sister."

The West Garden of the General's Mansion.

Sitting in front of the bronze mirror, Bo Ji slowly drew her eyebrows and asked the maid softly, "How is it?"

"The servant watched her take the cold water bath, and now she has gone to the general's study."

Bo Ji raised her beautiful eyes slightly, looked towards the back room, compared her slender and white fingers to her lips, and said with a smile, "Hush, the general is still on his lunch break."

Just as he was talking, a lazy male voice sounded from the back room, slightly sleepy: "What time is it?"

"At three o'clock in the afternoon." Bo Ji got up quickly, brought a cup of hot tea to the young general, and said softly, "General, sleep a little longer. You didn't rest all night last night."

Jiang Zaichu took a sip of her hand, smelled the light aroma in his nose, raised his starry eyes slightly, and suddenly smiled and said, "What naughty thing did you do again?"

Bo Ji pursed her lips, her beautiful face was like a national beauty peony, but she was faintly displeased, and said coquettishly: "You brought a strange woman back last night, do you think I don't know?"

Jiang Zaichu smiled slightly, leaned down and approached her, ignored her struggle, and kissed her lips deeply half-forced, for a long time, until the beauty in his arms was breathless, he let her go, and said in a low voice, "You treat her so well." What did you do?"

Bo Ji's eyes were about to drip water, she fell into his arms, and said intermittently: "I... didn't do anything."

He didn't say a word, just let go of her and walked aside, the attendant quickly stepped forward to dress him.

"It's just that my concubine was so angry that someone changed her bathing water to cold water..." Bo Ji took the jade crown he usually wears from the attendant, and gently and meticulously combed his long hair, saying with a smile , "The general wears this jade crown, it looks so good."

Jiang Zaichu lowered his starry eyes halfway, and heard that she deliberately understated the taste, and finally smiled indulgently, stood up, and said lightly: "Aman, it seems that I really dote on you."

Bo Ji pouted and stood aside without saying a word, but her eyes were like children's, clear and fearless, probably knowing that he would never be really angry.

Jiang Zaichu looked at her confident expression, was stunned for a moment, and then said calmly, "Don't wait for me tonight."

As soon as the door was pushed open, Jiang Zaichu saw a girl half leaning on the chair, wearing an ordinary light green silk dress and skirt, her long hair was simply pulled up in a bun, her eyes were closed, and she seemed to be in a deep sleep.He didn't wake her up either, he just leaned against the door, watching lightly, from her chapped lips, the sword marks on her neck, to her swollen fingers.

Weisang vaguely felt a gust of cool wind blowing in. She had not slept soundly, but woke up immediately. Seeing the young general in the jade crown and black robe, she immediately struggled to kneel down, and said in a hoarse voice, "General."

Jiang Zaichu didn't let her get up, but said, "Let's talk about how to take Changfeng City."

Weisang knelt, but raised his head stubbornly, "What about the general's promise?"

Jiang Zaichu idly held a written letter between his fingertips, "Taohou's life is on this piece of paper. I will send someone thousands of miles to rush to Taodi immediately. Yang Lin received it I know that there is Jiang Zaichu behind Taohou. Even if he wants to become a Marquis on his own, he has to weigh my weight."

Wei Sang kowtowed three times, and said in a low voice, "Thank you, General."

Jiang Zaichu just looked at the map, pursed his lips and said nothing.

Han Weisang stood up slowly, walked to the side of the map, and said softly: "Changfeng City is surrounded by mountains on three sides, which is a natural moat. Since ancient times, if traditional military strategists want to take this city, they must attack the south gate by force. Fortified city, 60 troops worked day and night, and it took three months to conquer it. I think the general will never use this method at this moment.”

Jiang Zaichu looked at her side face and saw her long eyelashes trembling slightly, but her voice was gentle and indifferent, as if she had a plan in her chest, and said: "Go on."

"Has the general thought about attacking Changfeng City from here?" Weisang suddenly pointed to the side of Changfeng City and asked.

"Changfeng City is surrounded by mountains on three sides. The east side you are referring to is just like what you said, full of mountains and ravines. Among the army, cavalry cannot go up and infantry cannot climb. How do you attack?" Jiang Zaichu sneered. , "Here is the method you said?"

Wei Sang only said one sentence: "General, what if this mountain is leveled?"

Jiang Zaichu closed his eyes slightly, and he seemed to see the undulating mountains outside Changfeng City, and the waves of pines.But with such heavenly power, how can it be razed with only human power?

Wei Sang took a step closer to him, and was about to explain in detail, when suddenly he was dazzled, and his body collapsed involuntarily.In a panic, she reached out and grabbed the long sleeves of the person next to her.

Jiang Zaichu turned sideways, a trace of coolness flashed across his eyes, he pulled his hand away, and watched her fall heavily backwards.

The room suddenly became quiet.There was only the sound of her heavy breathing, chirping like a small fan.Jiang Zaichu leaned down and looked at her flushed face, the thin eyelashes cast a dense shadow under the eyelids.

Or the Han Weisang he knew?

It seems to be, but not anymore.

He stood up with a flick of his sleeves, and called his attendants: "Take her out and ask a doctor to take a look."

It was only when the attendant lifted her up that she struggled a bit, slurring her speech: "Ah Zhuang, don't be afraid..."

"Wait." Jiang Zaichu suddenly stopped the attendant, walked to her side, saw her turn over uneasy, and murmured, "Ah Zhuang... just wait..."

As the light spring sun came in, he saw a dense layer of cold sweat on her forehead, her fine velvet hair sticking to her temples, that look of struggling and expecting was close in front of her eyes.He stretched out his hand, took Weisang's curled body, and walked towards the Nuan Pavilion in the back garden.

This embrace is really familiar, those people and things she was thinking about, just melted away like the first snow.As long as this embrace is still there, this person is still there... And those nightmares are really just nightmares.

Weisang only felt the tip of his tongue was cool and bitter, and slowly woke up from the hot and restless.

Only then did I realize that I was sleeping in the brocade, and the maid was feeding me medicine, my limbs were limp, and I didn't have any strength at all, even finding it difficult to move my fingers.Swallowing the concoction with difficulty, his eyes gradually became clear.

"Are you awake?" The man sitting upright in the room said coldly, stretched out his hand to drink away the maid, and sarcastically said, "This illness is really timely."

Wei Sang looked at the solemn Jing Yun, and tried to sit up, "General."

"The whole army, we can wait for Princess Jiahui to come up with an idea on how to take Changfeng City." Jing Yun said coldly with his sword on his knee.

"Yes, I'm going to see the general right now." Weisang lifted the quilt, gathered himself up and got up.

Jing Yun was playing with the long sword in his hand, and put his thumb against the scabbard, and said, "Princess, this time, you'd better behave yourself. If there is a slight change, no matter what happens to the general, I will definitely One sword kills you."

"Did the general ask General Jing to warn me?" Wei Sang paused, expressionless.

Jing Yun snorted coldly.

"Whether the general believes it or not, I am no longer the Princess Jiahui of the past. Today's Han Weisang hopes more than anyone else that the general will bring peace to the world." Weisang slowly raised his eyes. Not telling the truth, "General Jing may doubt this, but the general knows it better than anyone else."

Jing Yun was silent for a while, then got up to leave, but the hem of his clothes disappeared at the door, he stopped and did not look back: "Back then, the dynasty fell apart with a sword. Han Weisang, do you feel satisfied now?"

Han Weisang coughed in a low voice, but did not answer.

Jing Yun didn't wait any longer, slammed the door and left.

"Wait—" Wei Sang suddenly stopped him, "Take me to see the general."

Jing Yun turned around, with a weird smile on his face, and slightly dragged out his voice: "Are you going to see him now?"

"I dare not miss the three-month period."

"follow me."

Jing Yun's footsteps were extremely fast. After Wei Sang was seriously ill, he was a little weak and couldn't keep up.

After about a stick of incense, they arrived at the West Garden of the Wangfu.Jing Yun didn't look at the girl beside him, but simply said: "Now the general loves Bo Ji, and lives in Xiyuan."

Wei Sang let out a "huh" and frowned, only looking at the deep courtyard in front of him, with carved beams and painted buildings, wondering what he was thinking.

The maid who announced came hurriedly, "The general invites the two of you in."

When they reached the door, they heard a woman's voice in the room, and asked softly: "General, do you use Baizhi or Gansong?"

But the man's voice was deep, and he said with a smile: "Let them prepare, as long as you like it..."

Angelica dahurica and sweet pine are spices used in bathing, presumably the room is full of charm, Weisang can't help but hesitate, wondering if he should go in.But he heard Jiang Zaichu separated the door and said calmly: "Since you're here, why don't you come in?"

The two pushed the door open and went in, only to hear "Ouch", a young woman wearing a goose-yellow skirt and bustier, combing her temples, stood up and said coquettishly, "General, why did you let someone come in so casually in Houyuan?"

"Aman, don't be rude." Jiang Zaichu put down the scroll in his hand, straightened his slightly wrinkled robe indifferently, with a doting smile on his lips, "Jing Yun, you know me. This girl Han is my accountant." Under the strategist."

Wei Sang raised his eyes and looked at this young girl. She was used to seeing beauties since she was a child, but she only felt that this one in front of her was truly stunning. Song An said that a real beauty "is a bit more long, and a bit less is shorter." Well, it's really such a woman, it's no wonder he dotes on her so much.

"Ma'am." She bowed gracefully.

Bo Ji smiled and said, "Get up." The girl in front of her was so thin, almost haggard, with so many scars on her body and hands, she felt that it was really overwhelmed to play such tricks a few days ago.

"General, my concubine is avoiding it first." Bo Ji's beautiful eyes flicked on the general, and she turned to leave.

"I didn't finish talking that day, let's continue now." Jiang Zaichu unfolded the map on the case table, motioning for the two to approach.

After walking for a long time, Wei Sang broke out in a weak sweat. He couldn't help but licked his chapped lips, and was about to speak when Jiang Zaichu handed over the black glazed teacup in his hand, "Drink first, and speak slowly."

Wei Sang took it, but hesitated for a moment, because it was the teacup he drank, he just thanked him and put it down again.

Jiang Zaichu's black eyes swirled deeply, and he was as calm as before.

"General, the mountain on the east side, this one is called Solitary Beauty Peak. It is facing the central axis street of Changfeng City. This is the one we want to flatten."

"Aren't you whimsical?" Jing Yun interrupted impatiently, "Imitate Yugong Yishan? Do you want to dig for ten or twenty years?"

Wei Sang ignored him, just stared at Jiang Zaichu, and said indifferently: "General, do you still remember Dujiangyan in Jinzhou?"

Jiang Zaichu said expressionlessly, "I remember."

"Then do you remember that when we went to visit the weir and embankment, an old man told us in detail how the Dujiangyan was built?"

Jing Yun's face changed, and he stood up suddenly: "Han Weisang! Now that you bring up the events of the past, do you mean it?"

Jiang Zaichu was extremely calm, and only said indifferently: "Jing Yun don't interrupt, let her continue."

"Back then, Master Li Bing built the Dujiangyan, and in order to change the course of the Minjiang River, he split a mountain blocking the way." Wei Sang smiled, "His method is very effective."

Jiang Zaichu stood up, because he was in the inner garden, he was dressed very casually, wearing a long robe, but his complexion gradually became dignified.Obviously, with just this one sentence, he fully understood Weissang's intention.

"During this period of time, Changfeng City has been dry without rain, and there are many dead trees on Duxiu Peak, which are flammable." He mused, "But what about the water?"

"A few years ago, in order to relieve the drought, the local villagers asked someone to build a diversion canal on the side of the mountain, which can irrigate thousands of acres of fertile land. The water volume is sufficient."

"How to divert the canal?" Jiang Zaichu walked to the window, saw that Han Weisang really offered a plan, and immediately thought of several omissions.

Weisang smiled: "Weisang brought someone here. The year before last, he was the one who helped the villagers design the canal."

Jiang Zaichu narrowed his eyes slightly, and she really thought about it very carefully.

"At the moment, he lives in Daliu Street, Qingzhou Prefecture. The general can send someone to pick him up." Wei Sang didn't check the difference, and continued, "These days, the general will send soldiers one after another, disguised as hungry refugees to go to Changsha. On the edge of Fengcheng, on Duxiu Peak, pretending to dig wild vegetables to relieve hunger, but actually planting fires..."

Jiang Zaichu turned around, stepped forward abruptly, and stared at Weisang: "Han Weisang, how long have you prepared for this day?"

Forced by his sharp gaze, Wei Sang took half a step back, his tone a little awkward: "...what?"

"I said, how long have you been preparing for this day of 'offering advice'?" He grabbed her jaw suddenly, forcing her to look directly at him, "It's really a trick to approach my luthier and be discovered by me by 'accidentally'. A bitter trick."

Weisang was a little flustered at the beginning, only feeling that her jaw was about to be crushed, but now, she is not afraid anymore, just being grabbed by him like this, she smiled a little embarrassingly: "Yeah... I have been preparing for a long time."

Jiang Zaichu's black eyes seemed to burst into flames, and he unconsciously increased his strength with his hands, saying word by word: "Han Weisang, every time, you will only approach me when you can use me, right?"

Weisang was so strangled by him that he could only close his eyes, and suddenly felt that it would be good to die like this. He didn't need to care about anything, he didn't need to be burdened, and he didn't need to calculate...

"General, she is dying." Jing Yun took a step forward. He has followed Jiang Zaichu for so many years, and he has rarely seen him lose his composure and become furious except...except for that one time.

Jiang Zaichu came to his senses and let go.

Weisang clutched his neck, eyes full of gold stars, took a few steps back, and squatted on the ground panting violently.

"This plan is very good. Tomorrow you will call everyone into the account, and there are still some details that need to be discussed." But he seemed to be a different person, the violence and cruelty just now disappeared, as if a clear and peaceful sky was revealed after the storm.

"You go out first, and I'll talk to Miss Han later." He waved his hand.

Jing Yun glanced at Wei Sang, with a half-smile: "General, it's still useful to keep her, but don't strangle her to death on impulse."

After a long time, Wei Sang finally caught his breath, stood up with the help of the table, and tried to smile: "General, is there anything else?"

"Where have you been these three years?" He asked calmly as he met each other.

"I was rescued by my tribe and wandered around until...until..." Wei Sang smiled wryly, "the general is right, until I heard that Yang Lin had a strange heart and wanted to kill Taohou to stand on his own. I had no choice but to So I can only throw myself into the trap and come to ask the general."

The smile on Jiang Zaichu's lips was somewhat unpredictable.

"General, Wei Sang didn't dare to ask for your forgiveness for what he did in the past. But now that I have asked you, this life, no matter whether I am a slave or a handmaid, belongs to the general." She knelt down again, kowtowed heavily, "Please, General, trust me."

"Slave and servant girl, it's all mine?" He bent down, raised her chin very gently, and repeated it slowly.

"Yes."

"Then you'll be in bed tonight." Jiang Zaichu suppressed his smile and said coldly.

A look of panic appeared in Weisang's eyes, and he immediately bowed his head and remained silent.

Jiang Zaichu let her go, laughed, and casually threw the bronze mirror on the desk in front of her, "It's just a joke. The princess Jiahui is much more haggard than before."

Weisang felt relieved, she still lowered her head, but she could also see her pale face in the mirror, with a tired expression, and said in a low voice, "Yes, now the general is used to being beautiful, and Han Weisang is even more useless in appearance. I only hope that in terms of resourcefulness, it can be helpful to the general."

"Let's go out." Jiang Zaichu seemed to lose interest before she finished speaking, "Let's go in a few days, and go to Changfeng City first."

"Yes."

Jiang Zaichu watched her back gradually drifting away, the smile on his lips gradually faded away, leaving only a trace of cruelty.

The doctor threw the bloody cotton cloth all over the place, put down the silver needle in his hand, and sighed, "Girl, why did you find the doctor so late?"

The wound was filled with pus, and it needed to be squeezed hard after it was pierced. Weisang's face was pale, although he tried his best to hold himself up, but he couldn't hide the slight trembling of his body. He took a long time to breathe steadily, and then said: "It's delayed."

"I have to pick pus like this every day..." The old doctor pressed hard, and the blood oozing with thick yellow liquid gushed out again. Wei Sang bit his lip hard, and heard the doctor say again, "If you want to recover, you must It takes a lot of time."

"Doctor, I have to go out in two days. I can't ride a horse with this hand..." Wei Sang was a little worried.

"There is also a way, but it will start to suffer even more." The old doctor pondered for a moment, "Your nails have already been reversed, and if they poke into the flesh like this, it will never get better. If you want to recover quickly, it is best... Better yet, pull out these two nails."

Wei Sang was startled, looked at his bloody hand, and immediately smiled: "Then pull it out."

"If it is pulled out, the index finger and little finger of the right hand may never grow nails again... I may not be able to play the piano either."

"It's okay, old man, let's do it."

Seeing her anxious look, the old doctor smiled: "Miss, don't worry. As the saying goes, ten fingers are connected to a heart, and it will be painful to pull out the nails. I'll go find some sputum, and the girl will feel better."

The old doctor washed his hands and tried to comfort the girl a few more words, and said warmly: "Mafeisan is not easy to find, but luckily it is in the General's residence. The General must be prepared for many battles."

After waiting for half an hour, Wei Sang stared at the old man's trembling approaching figure, and also saw his expression of embarrassment.

"Old sir, what's the matter?"

"The pharmacy in the palace said that the Mafei powder was sent to the front line a few days ago. If you want to wait for it to be delivered, you have to wait until tomorrow. Girl, it's better tomorrow..."

"Then don't need it." Wei Sang stretched out his hand, "Old man, can you pull it out for me?"

"The girl can bear it?"

"Enough." Wei Sang still had no expression on his face, he just paused and looked at the old doctor, "Old man, is there any cork?"

Bo Ji walked slowly with the maid, but saw the familiar slender figure standing quietly by the corridor with his hands behind his back, but did not go in.

"General?" Bo Ji was a little confused, and called softly, "Did I come at the wrong time? Do you have something to discuss with Miss Han?"

Jiang Zaichu just waved his hands, and said in a low voice, "I also came at an untimely time, and I'm healing inside."

Bo Ji stood on tiptoe and glanced inside, only to see that the old doctor was holding a red-hot silver stick, steadily pointing it at Han Weisang's fingertips.Han Weisang bit the cork in his mouth and sat motionless, but he saw sweat droplets the size of soybeans rolling down his forehead.

"This..." Bo Ji's face was pale, and she was about to exclaim, but Jiang Zaichu covered her lips, and the familiar cool musky scent surrounded her. Although she was composed, her heart was still pounding. jumping.

"Don't make a sound." He looked at it calmly, and he didn't know what was clutched in the other hand, and he only put it on his side.

Bo Ji turned her eyes, but saw what the general was holding in her hand, she was curious and lightly took it.

It was a piece of light yellow coarse cloth, which smelled faintly of medicine. She was about to put it under her nose to sniff it, but Jiang Zaichu stretched out her hand to hold it down.

Bo Ji only felt a slight dizziness in her head, and she came to her senses: "Mafeisan?"

Jiang Zaichu smiled and didn't answer.

"Why... not for Miss Han?"

"She can bear it, why use it?" Jiang Zaichu's eyes were calm, but he sneered silently, Han Weisang, so you can be so cruel to yourself.

At this moment, the old doctor in the room had already pulled out a small half-moon nail, threw it on the ground, and kept picking at the second nail.In this split second, he looked at the girl in front of him. She was biting the cork in her mouth hard, her temple hair was already half wet with sweat, but she didn't make the slightest sound, as if this body was not his own.

"Girl bear with it." Before the words finished, the old doctor exerted force, and the second nail was picked out, and the blood gushed down the arm and fell on the desk like a stream.

Weisang had already bitten her mouth full of sawdust, but this time the pain was so severe that she felt her eyes go dark, her breathing stopped, and her heart throbbed in pain.No wonder, this is one of the tortures in the world.

As the breathing became more and more gentle, the pain became more sober and profound, overwhelming, and there was nowhere to hide.

"Mister, do I, do I have a fever?" Weissang asked with a sigh of relief.

"When the nail is pulled out, it's like pulling out the focus of the disease. Presumably, there will be no more fever." The old man said with a smile, "However, if the girl suffers from this crime, it is better to have a fever and be in a daze without knowing it." .”

"No, no, it hurts." Weisang spat out sawdust, his shoulders were still trembling, but he tried to smile, "It's enough to get better soon."

"I put this medicine on the girl, and after applying it for two days, new flesh began to grow. It's just that today's pain is a bit unbearable."

The old doctor walked along the corridor in another direction.

"What are you doing here?" Jiang Zaichu's eyes fell on Chong Ji.

"My concubine heard that Miss Han will go out with the general in two days, and there are few women in the palace, so I decided to sew a few sets of clothes for the girl and bring them with me."

Jiang Zaichu looked at her smiling like a flower, and suddenly he couldn't help but laugh, maybe this is a woman, who doesn't know gold and iron horses, swords and frost, and her eyes are single-minded, only the eyebrows and neon clothes and feathers.

"She has wounds on her body and hands, so you can ask the maid to send it in. You can go and have a look at the little things that were sent by the house yesterday."

Bo Ji Jianshui glanced at Han Weisang through the window lattice, bowed softly, turned and left.

Jiang Zaichu bypassed the blood-stained cotton cloth, walked slowly to Wei Sang and sat down: "How is your hand?"

"General." Wei Sang struggled to stand up, but Jiang Zaichu held his shoulders and motioned her not to move.

"New flesh will grow in two days. It should be able to catch up with the army and set off."

Jiang Zaichu leaned over, held her right hand, and looked at it for a moment: "I won't be able to play the piano in the future."

"Yes." Weissang lowered his eyebrows and looked down.

"Actually, you don't care if you can play the piano." Jiang Zaichu smiled, let go of her hand, and sat down by the desk, "Han Weisang, your heart is getting harder every day."

Wei Sang raised her head, her fingers were so hot that they seemed to be pierced by thousands of needles. She couldn't tell what she was trying to hide as usual, she just smiled and said, "What the general said is true. The art of piano is only for pleasure. Wei Sang is born to enjoy It’s nothing if I can’t play those Qingfu.” She glanced at the clothes presented by the maid, and there was a trace of doubt in her eyes.

"Aman gave it to you. She was very sorry for letting you take a cold bath that day."

"Ma'am just misunderstood, Weisang didn't dare to be her."

"In the account of the family, it is said that I am too arrogant and indulgent towards Ah Man." Jiang Zaichu casually said with a smile.

Wei Sang didn't speak for a while, but only looked at the elm desk deeply, and said softly: "I think, if there is someone in this world who can pamper him wholeheartedly, he won't feel too lonely."

"Really?" Jiang Zaichu pursed his lips and smiled, his long hair fell on his cheeks, and his smile was flawless, "Then if someone pampers you wholeheartedly, how will Miss Han deal with herself?"

Wei Sang was startled, the smile on the corners of his lips froze in one place, for a long time, he paused every word, never returning: "Wei Sang is blessed, of course, he can't bear it."

The corner of Jiang Zaichu's lips twitched, as if he didn't care, "You will go to Changfeng City with you in three days."

Three days later, a caravan outside Qingzhou Mansion went to Changfeng City.

The sun is shining brightly.

The young trader who led the team turned around and took a look. A rather thin steward knew what he meant, rode up to catch up, and called out in a low voice, "Young master."

"The injury has healed?" The young man held his head up, and the horse under his crotch was walking in a leisurely manner.

The steward was wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat half-hidden his face, revealing a sharp jaw and a faint fresh scar on his neck.

"Thank you, my lord." There was no trace of resentment in the voice.

"Is this your nature?" The young man suddenly smiled, "Your Highness and I were both deceived back then."

"Intrinsic nature?" The thin manager chuckled, stretched out his hand to support the bamboo hat, revealing extremely clear eyes, "Even I can't see through myself, but my lord can see through?"

At this moment, General Zuo Jingyun, who was pretending to be a merchant, slowly moved his gaze over, stared up and down for a moment, and only said four words: "Born to be cool."

Born cool?

Weisang chewed these four words, the more he thought about them, the colder his lips and teeth became.

From Qingzhou Mansion to Changfeng City, it would take about six or seven days on foot, but he pretended to be a caravan and secretly watched the soldiers dressed as refugees, Jing Yun didn't travel very fast.

Because the world is divided, there are many princes, and the smoke of war continues, it is common for refugees to scatter on the road, and the guards in the cities are also used to it.They drew their swords, shouted and threatened these refugees, forbidding them to enter the city, and driving them to the surrounding barren mountains and mountains, leaving them to fend for themselves.

Settling in the tent tens of miles away from Changfeng City, Wei Sang unwrapped the cotton cloth wrapped around his right hand, and took a rough look at the new flesh that had grown. Sure enough, no nails had grown.

The pain was still shocking yesterday, but today it has been cured.

Everything in this world, no matter how much pain it has experienced, will gradually recover as time goes by.

Weisang bent down and got out of the tent, looking at the surrounding mountains, they stayed here for more than a month.

Seeing Jing Yun coming down the mountain with several people covered in dust, Wei Sang hurriedly ran and asked, "How?"

Jing Yun still ignored her, and an honest-looking man behind him wiped off his sweat and said with a smile, "Girl, the head of the canal has been found and is changing the way."

"The date agreed with the general is about half a month away." Wei Sang thought for a moment, then looked at the extremely clear sky, hiding his anxiety, "Uncle Xu, is it too late?"

Uncle Xu pondered for a while, but did not dare to agree, Wei Sang's heart sank, but he heard Jing Yun say: "According to the agreement, the general will lead the army out tomorrow, so it will start tonight?"

The weather in spring is extremely dry.

Guarding Changfeng City is veteran Wang Chengxin.The old general didn't have any hobbies in his life, but he was fond of wine, and he would have a few drinks at the mansion after nightfall.There is not much rain these days, and the air is filled with the smell of dust. The old general poured a glass of wine down, and suddenly heard the report from the sergeant at the door: "General, the scouts in front have reported that the rebels have sacrificed to heaven and earth, and they will set off tomorrow."

The old general paused slightly with his hand holding the wine glass: "Who is the leader?"

"Jiang Zaichu."

"Prince Ning." The old general sighed lowly, his gray beard slightly turned up, and his expression remained unchanged, "There will be a day, come as you come."

Before the words were finished, the dry smell of sparks diffused in the air, amidst the dim night.A bright light appeared, but it was reflected in the mountains and trees in the distance, and the stars in the sky were also dimmed.

The old general walked to the window, squinted his eyes and looked around: "Could it be that there is water on this mountain?"

"The sky is dry, and the mountains around Changfeng City are full of refugees digging wild vegetables to satisfy their hunger. I'm afraid it's the middle of the night to warm up the fire. I don't know if this mountain is lit." The deputy general worried, "General, do you need to send someone to put it out?"

"The enemy is in front of us, don't divide our troops." The old general suddenly turned around, "Order the whole army to prepare for battle at the general's platform tomorrow morning!"

"Mr. Han, the fire has now spread halfway up the mountain. I'm afraid... the city guards will order the fire to be put out."

The scorching breath swirls toward his face. Standing on the mountain, Weisang looks at the raging fire, and feels that the long hair on his sideburns is slightly curled.

"No." Wei Sang said firmly, "At this moment, the general is leading the troops, and the guard, Old General Wang, is a prudent person, and he will never divide his troops to put out the fire. Besides..."

"Furthermore, the fire will make the night as bright as day. Changfeng City's terrain is quite high, and the people inside can clearly see the movements of the enemy troops outside the city, which is beneficial to them. They absolutely don't want the fire to be extinguished."

Jing Yun took Weisang's conversation, looked at the fire scene with his hands behind his back, and said leisurely, "The general has already left the camp."

"Thank you, General Jing, for letting me know."

"At the moment of the war, with such a gamble, do you feel a little uneasy in your heart?" Jing Yun's gaze was like a knife's edge, as if he wanted to see if there was a trace of weakness in the woman in front of him.

"Uneasy? Uneasy may help the general win the battle? If it can, I will be a little uneasy." Wei Sang smiled at the young and brave general, with half of his face reflected in the firelight, "If not, what's the use?"

The spring of the third year of Yuanxi.

General Jiang Zaichu led an army of 20 troops from south to north to the foot of Changfeng City.

On the same day, Wang Chengcheng, a veteran defender of the city, received the imperial military order and mobilized more than [-] defenders in the surrounding cities to kill the rebels under the city.

Many years later, when the old people around Changfeng City recalled that battle, they were still terrified.

Since ancient times, countless wars have taken place here.However, only this battle is known as the "War of the Long Wind".

The night when the besieging army arrived at Changfeng City, it was already starry night, but the fires all over the mountains and plains illuminated most of the sky as bright as day, overwhelming all the stars.The smell of coke and turpentine permeated the air uncomfortably. The sergeants wiped their faces and scratched black marks one after another. The fire licked the night sky with the wind.

In Changfeng City, everyone can clearly see the enemy troops stationed and settled down.The phalanx stood up one after another, and the human heads were like ants, silent and swift.One of the phalanxes suddenly moved, and a gap was opened from it.While the flags were tumbling, a group of people marched rapidly, straight into the main account.

Everyone in the city held their breath.

"General, that's..."

"His Royal Highness King Ning." The old general held the spear in his hand and smiled, "Very well, the army is complete and well-trained, and I have not been disappointed."

The old general waved his hand, and the moment he turned around, he stopped suddenly and asked the lieutenant beside him, "How long have I been stationed here?"

"It has been 20 years since the first emperor's reign."

"Heh, when he was a child back then, the late emperor sent him to me to learn military affairs. His food and clothing costs are no different from that of ordinary soldiers." The old general stroked his white beard, "Your Highness is stubborn, I just beat him. Hit him until he can't get off the ground... Unexpectedly, unexpectedly, there will be a day when we face each other and become enemies."

The lieutenant knew about the past, so he lowered his head and dared not speak.

"Now that we meet in the military field, let's just look at this kid. He has improved a lot these years." The old man smiled generously and turned to go down the city.

Jiang Zaichu sat down in the main tent, before putting down his saber, he listened to the guard's report: "General Jing is here."

"How?" Jiang Zaichu got up and helped each other.

"The fire has been burning for more than a month, and Duxiu Peak has almost turned into solid scorched earth. It is so hot that people cannot step on it." Jing Yun stood up and replied, "General, this mountain is already hot enough."

Jiang Zaichu nodded, "Where's the channel?"

"Mr. Xu supervised thousands of soldiers, and they are still digging diversions deep in the mountains."

"Where are the Han Weisang people?" Jiang Zaichu asked after a moment of silence.

"I went into the mountain with Mr. Xu, and I haven't come out for more than ten days."

"Understood, go and call Meng Liang, and attack the city tomorrow, he will be the vanguard."

"General, the one who guards the city is Old General Wang." Jing Yun hesitated again and again, and said softly, "You and him..."

"On the battlefield, there is no friendship between master and apprentice, nor the kindness of the past." Jiang Zaichu lightly wiped his sword under the lamp, a gleam of cold light filled his eyes, and his tone was flat, "The old general is the same as me. bright."

"But—" Jing Yun lowered his head and said word by word, "The trick she used, Jing Yun felt, was against the law."

"Is against the way of heaven?" Jiang Zaichu suddenly stood up, although the corners of his lips were pursed, but there was no smile in the depths of his eyes, "When I, Jiang Zaichu, obeyed the way of heaven, how did God treat me? And this so-called way of heaven, How have you ever obeyed me!"

Seen by the flames suddenly rising from the commander, Jing Yun took half a step back, bowed his head and knelt down, not daring to speak again.

The next day.

Jiang Zaichu took Meng Liang as the vanguard and launched a siege campaign against the south gate of Changfeng City.

The tiger and leopard cavalry lined up in front were only used as a test, and a huge stone was put down on the catapult, and it fell on the city wall like raindrops.After the bang bang bang, only light white marks were left on the blue-black stone wall, which could not shake the city at all.The soldiers carried the hundred-foot-long ladder and moved to the foot of the city against the hot oil and rolling stones on the top of the city.

Jiang Zaichu stood at the head account, with his right hand resting on the saber, looking at the battle situation ahead without blinking.

The scouts went back and forth between the front line and the main account like running water, bringing back the latest battle reports.

"The vanguard of tiger and leopard cavalry suffered heavy casualties. General Meng has dispatched infantry to replace them..."

"So far no one has boarded the city gate."

In the midst of the wolf smoke, Jiang Zaichu stood quietly, his eyes were cold under his sculpted eyebrows and handsome eyes.

A guard under his command hesitated for a moment and said: "General, the past few hours have passed, and the news is extremely unfavorable to our side. Why don't you ask General Meng to suspend the siege of the city so as not to damage morale in a single battle."

Jiang Zaichu turned around to return the account. Amidst the sound of fighting, his voice clearly reached everyone's ears: "I have known for a long time how strong the defense of Changfeng City is. Several emperors of the Daluo Dynasty melted tens of thousands of catties collected from all over the world. The brass, poured on the city wall, is really an iron wall. I didn't expect Meng Liang to conquer the city in the first battle."

The generals looked at each other.

"After Shen Shi, General Lianxiu led the Guan Ning Army to replace General Meng and continue to attack."

"Lianxiu takes orders!"

Meng Liang, who was in charge of the formation in front of the formation, received the military order, scolded his mother severely, stood in front of the formation with a long knife in his hand, and shouted: "Brothers! The general issued an order, and the tiger and leopard cavalry could not attack for a long time. Guan Ning The army will replace us!"

"We fought desperately for three hours, and we were about to attack the wall, but Lianxiu will take the credit for this! Do you accept it?"

"Dissatisfied!"

"If you don't accept it, follow me! Put up the ladder before Shen Shi! Go back and I will celebrate your achievements!"

Meng Liang was the first to bear the brunt of the attack, grabbed the longbow from the soldiers around him, and drew it fully. The bows and arrows were like shooting stars, and three bows shot at the wall.The commander on the city wall was killed by a sword, and fell straight down, falling into the tiger and leopard rider, with blood spattering from his brain.

The three armies were silent for a moment, Meng Liang wiped the blood and mud on his face, and said with a grim expression, "Kill!"

With the power of these three arrows, morale immediately soared, and the soldiers rushed to the foot of the city again with the commander.

There are many ladders, and the soldiers are like ants, bravely climbing up, and then falling down one after another, their bodies smashed to pieces.It's just that at the moment when the killing was red-eyed, no one cared about life and death, and stepped on the corpse of his companion, still charging forward.

The sun moved a little bit.

The Tiger and Leopard Cavalry were so brave, but they were no match for Changfeng City, the terrifying city of strangulation.The ladder has been erected steadily, and the corner of the south wall has been fought repeatedly, but it has never been won.

"General Meng, Guan Ning's army is here to take over!" Lian Xiu held up the commander's order and urged the horse to Meng Liang's side.

Meng Liang's eyes were already red, and he shouted hoarsely: "Go away! I haven't killed enough!"

"Is the general going to disobey the order!" Lian Xiu forced a step forward, and the soldiers around him only waited for his order to forcibly arrest the vanguard officer.

The guards around Meng Liang unsheathed their long knives and confronted each other. Meng Liang stared at the solid city, and finally heaved a long sigh, and ordered: "Withdraw the troops! Give the position to the Guan Ning Army!"

The tiger and leopard cavalry who had been attacking for three hours slowly retreated from the battlefield. Although they did not defeat the enemy, they always maintained a high fighting spirit.

The defenders on the city took a breath, and General Wang, who had been supervising the battle, nodded and sighed: "If you charge on the plain, no one can stop this army."

Guan Ningjun, who took over, also silently watched his colleagues retreat from the side, until Lianxiu, the commander in chief, raised his sword and said angrily: "Guan Ningjun brothers, how are the tiger and leopard cavalry brothers?"

A thunderous voice echoed on the battlefield: "Okay!"

"We have taken advantage of the second round of charge, can we not be as good as them?"

"no way--!"

"Okay! Then follow me!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

This battle lasted from day to night, and from night to day.

The flames on Changfeng City Mountain lit up half of the night, in the commander's camp, the general was staring at the map, his silhouette dragged by the desk in the candlelight.Jing Yun followed the general beside him, frowning slightly: "The Guan Ning army is the best at endurance fighting among the armies under the general's command, and they were shocked by the tiger and leopard cavalry. One day has passed, and they are still fighting to the death."

Jiang Zaichu clasped the solid wood tabletop, and said softly, "How many casualties are there in the Guanning army?"

"Twenty and a half."

"When it reaches [-]%, they will be withdrawn. The whole army will rest and attack tomorrow."

"Are we going to fight tomorrow?" Jing Yun was taken aback. "General, we all suffered less than [-] casualties in the first battle of Yacheng. Now that we are attacking Changfeng City with such a storm, the wealth we managed to save is going to be here. Has Changfeng City been defeated?"

"Only a strong attack from our side can attract the attention of the defenders in the city. If it is a feint attack, with the experience of the old general on the battlefield, he can tell at a glance that he is playing tricks."

"General, do you really trust that woman? She clearly promised that the digging would be completed the day my army arrived, but there were repeated delays. What if she colluded with the other side and deliberately lured us to die?"

Jiang Zaichu gave a short laugh, and said firmly, "She dare not."

"General!"

Jiang Zaichu only waved his hand, interrupted Jing Yun, and looked indifferently at the rapidly burning fire in the mountains in the east, "You go and check in person to see how the progress of the canal is going."

"Yes."

On the side of Duxiu Peak, you can see Changfeng City, and both armies have withdrawn.

Soldiers and military doctors shuttled on the battlefield, busy treating the wounded and burying the corpses on the spot.The strong smell of gunpowder smoke and blood became more pungent in the hot weather.Han Weisang rolled up his sleeves and dug the soil with ordinary soldiers.

It was supposed to be completed during the attack two days ago, but no one expected the landslide here, and the progress of diverting the water channel was immediately delayed.She understands the current situation on the battlefield better than anyone else. If she can complete the cultivation one day earlier, Jiang Zaichu's pressure will be relieved. I'm afraid that the soldiers will not be able to attack Changfeng City.

His face was buried in the dirt, and the gauze wrapped around his hands had long since fallen off. Fortunately, it was just a scrape, rustling and itchy. Weisang heard the sound of gurgling water, but it was a pity that the water was blocked by the three boulders in front of him. , Now it has reached the ankle, but it still can't flow smoothly.

"Where's Han Weisang?"

There was a sudden commotion in the direction they came from. A young general was surrounded by several soldiers. Amidst the clanging of weapons, Wei Sang raised his head, and the end of his horsewhip wrapped around his wrist, dragging her staggeringly.

"When will the work be finished?" Jing Yun's eyes were red, he usually dragged her to him, and said angrily, "Do you know how many brothers will die if you delay for a moment?"

Weisang struggled a bit, stood upright on the spot, and hissed, "Everyone is digging like hell."

There was a crisp crack of the whip in the air, and everyone stopped their movements, staring blankly at the frosty General Zuo.

He glared at Han Weisang for a long time, then pushed her away fiercely, jumped into the ditch first, and led the guards to push the first boulder.

It was getting brighter and brighter.

General Wang Lao stood on the city wall. Within three days, they had repelled dozens of enemy attacks.But Jiang Zaichu didn't care about his own casualties at all, and dispatched several legions of Tiger and Leopard Cavalry, Guan Ning Army, and Black Armor Army to besiege them all day and night.

This kid has never been a reckless person... The old general caressed the rough city wall, lost in thought for a while, why did he beat him so desperately this time?Just as he was wondering, a white horse leaped out from among the thousands of troops. The man on the horse was wearing black armor and holding a silver spear, looking up at the highest point of the city.

Old General Wang was stunned, even after hundreds of feet, he could still recognize the appearance of this young man.

When I saw him for the first time many years ago, I still had a bit of disdain. I always felt that the child was too handsome, but during the more than a year in Changfeng City, I was still immature at that time.
(End of this chapter)