Genius Poisonous Concubine: Fourth Miss Against Heaven

Chapter 590 What is Humanism
On the fifth day of December, the mountains were covered by heavy snow.

The army has been stationed for more than ten days, recuperating and enjoying themselves while relaxing. Basically, during these days, they have come to vacation under the city wall.

The soldiers had a great time.Those Hu soldiers who were admitted later quickly became close to the soldiers in the Central Plains during this period, and established the revolutionary friendship that had not been established in the previous one or two months, which was indestructible and moved to tears.

But playing like this all the time, it really doesn't look like a marching war, even Jian Yunling can't stand it anymore.

"I said, isn't it a bit too much for you to keep trying to make fun of them in different ways? Even if you want to paralyze the enemy, you don't have to paralyze them so thoroughly, right? If it comes to a critical moment, their hearts are scattered, and they can't mention it." What should I do if I work hard?"

Jian Yunling was wrapped in a woolen blanket and curled up on the bed.A small bonfire was lit in the middle of the tent, and a teapot was burning on it, and the fragrance of tea overflowed little by little, making the whole tent warm.

Yu Wenzheng sat by the fire in a black fox fur, poking red charcoal with tongs from time to time.

Outside, cheers were roaring, occasionally mixed with the sound of people being thrown to the ground.

The soldiers are holding a wrestling match. It is said that those who win can be exempted from standing guard for three days.

In the cold weather these days, if you stand outside for an extra minute, people will freeze into popsicles. Who wouldn't want to have such a good opportunity to hide in the tent and stay warm?

Everyone is very positive. Since early in the morning, the sound of shouting and landing has not stopped. It is already in the afternoon. Not only has everyone's enthusiasm not faded, but there is also a bullish trend.

"They are soldiers of my Yu Wenzheng. They should know what they can do and what they can't do. Don't worry, they will be fine with Yang Yong and the others watching."

Jian Yunling curled her lips in disdain, thinking when will this person not be so tight-knit.

Yu Wenzheng didn't notice the change in her expression, and gracefully took off the teapot, filled a set of celadon teacups at his feet, picked out a cup, and handed it to Jian Yunling, and said with a warm smile: "More What's more, it's also a kind of exercise for them, soldiers, to keep fit."

Jian Yunling shrugged, held the teacup in her palm to warm her hands, expressing that she would no longer be entangled in this issue, took a sip of tea, and asked, "Where is the palace?"

Yu Wenzheng dragged the teacup with one hand, and swirled the other hand to gently wipe the rim of the cup. His lowered eyes evoked an elusive smile, "Yu Wenheng didn't move."

Jian Yunling lazily flicked the mist rising from the teacup, and said with a sneer: "He has learned his lesson this time, and did not act rashly. However, with his temper, he is too calm, which makes people worry."

Yu Wenzheng looked down at the light golden tea in the Yunbai porcelain cup, and his eyes were always focused on the two stretched tea leaves: "It doesn't matter, the bird is about to die, and its song is also sad. He is now gathering energy , I want to shout a few more times before the temporary, we can just appreciate it, why bother to stop it."

Jian Yunling drank the hot tea in the cup in one gulp, and suddenly a sense of warmth welled up in his internal organs, he smacked his mouth twice, narrowed his eyes in enjoyment, and said casually: "That's right, in the spirit of humanitarianism, let him toss for two It's pretty good to play, anyway, I think you can handle it, so you don't need me."

After finishing speaking, he fell back and curled up on the wide bed like a pupa.

But Yu Wenzheng sat down, pulled down her quilt, bent down, and kept a posture where her eyes met, and asked seriously: "What is humanitarianism..."

Do not erupt in silence, but perish in silence.

Jian Yunling once felt that Mr. Zhou Shuren who wrote this sentence was really a wise man among wise men, especially at this moment.

In the barracks in the middle of the night, the sound of weapons colliding broke the silence of the night. The night watchmen raised their spears and formed an airtight encirclement circle, with a man in night clothes trapped in the middle.

At this moment, the man's body was covered with paint, and the clothes around the wound were wet with blood, and the color was almost as dark as the night.

"Catch it with all your arms, you can't escape." Jian Yunling stood outside the crowd, and the bleak light of the torch shone her clear pupils sharply and mercilessly.She clasped her hands together, declaring with no emotion.

The man in black held a big knife and staggered, but he still refused to fall down and stared at her bitterly.

Jian Yunling was unaware of the knife-like gaze, covered her mouth and yawned, her voice was lazy, but her eyes were sharper: "I said, don't waste everyone's time, okay? Do you want to die or live?" , One sentence, I can fulfill you. However, let me remind you, even if you are dead, I may not be unable to find out the master behind you and your plan."

The man wanted to be tough at first, but he was shaken after hearing what Jian Yunling said.

Jian Yunling shivered in the cold wind, wrapped her cloak tighter, and sighed: "Oh, that's why I said that people should learn to weigh the pros and cons, so as not to do things that are not worth the gain for the sake of their backbone and dignity. Not too good, what do you think?"

There was silence all around, although there were many people present, they all dared not show their atmosphere, which made Jian Yunling's tone mild yet cold, kind and indifferent.

The man swallowed a mouthful of saliva, looked at Jian Yunling warily, paused every word, and asked, "Can you promise that you won't kill me?"

Jian Yunling laughed as if hearing a funny joke: "I am a person who likes to say the same thing. Since I let you choose life and death, I won't change my mind midway. You don't have to believe me, but you don't have anything else to do now. There is no way out, so we can only gamble on this one, can't we?"

The man's breathing was disordered, and his whole body trembled uncontrollably. After a long time, the hand holding the knife finally dropped down, gritted his teeth, and said, "I believe you."

Jian Yunling smiled calmly, raised her hand slightly, and the soldiers behind her immediately understood and stepped forward to lock the man.

"Go and find the most comfortable tent for our guest. Tomorrow, the prince wants to have a good chat with him."

The soldiers bowed their heads to accept the order, and a large group of people, holding torches, pushed the man away.

When the crowd dispersed, a figure stepped out of a tent in the corner.

It's Xiao Bai.

"My lord's method of reducing the cooking stove is really clever." He stopped beside Jian Yunling, sighing with his hands behind his back.

Jian Yunling tilted her head, her eyes flickered with thirst for knowledge, she looked at him and said, "What is a way to reduce the burden?"

Xiao Bai's foot slipped and he almost fell to the ground. The image of the refined gentleman he had just posed collapsed in an instant. He stared wide-eyed and said in surprise, "You don't know what the plan to reduce the cooking stove means?"

Jian Yunling winked at him innocently, then nodded seriously.

Xiao Bai raised his forehead, quite helplessly: "Didn't you read a lot of ancient books on the art of war? Why don't you even understand how to reduce the stove?"

Jian Yunling pouted, expressing her grievances, her dejected appearance unexpectedly aroused pity.

(End of this chapter)