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Chapter 114 Try Brushing the Iron Clothes as Snowy (5)
Zhu Nengxi said: "Then I can rest assured!"

His joy was undisguised, which caused those generals who were not familiar with me to look at him suspiciously, and on the other side, Zhu Gaoxu snorted coldly.

Father stood up: "Okay, Gao Chi, you have to remember that the southern army is only interested in making quick decisions, not procrastinating for a long time. On the contrary, we want to consume their strength and lead them to Beiping Jiancheng In addition, after a long period of unstoppable attack, and it is the season of cold weather and freezing land, he is dragged so hard that he is exhausted, exhausted, and he will surely collapse without a fight."

After speaking, he ordered the generals under his command to prepare to leave Yongping as soon as possible, and ordered them to disperse.

I didn’t wait for my father to look for me after turning the curtain. I left first, thinking while walking. Grandpa Fei Ge sent a letter saying that Mu Xin’s residual poison had gone and had left the villa. Before he left, he said he would go back to Peiping, but why hasn’t he arrived yet? ?

As I walked and thought, I naturally couldn't notice the side of me, and suddenly I felt a figure appearing in front of me, and I immediately drifted past subconsciously to the side of my body.

Looking up, it was Yuan Gong. His eyes were burning, as bright as two raging fires. Seen by these eyes, everything around him seemed to have disappeared. Between the sky and the earth, only his bright and dark eyes remained.

"Buddha of Infinite Life," he yelled at me, "Princess Huaisu?"

I thought of this old guy's unpredictable physiognomy, and suddenly shivered. I don't want to be seen through my whole life before I have lived for a few years.

There was a slight smile on his face: "The Taoist chief admitted the wrong person. I am a cook in the inner city. I came to the outer city to buy. I am not a princess."

Glancing at her plain attire, the cook... barely resembles her.

The old Taoist smiled very slyly: "Oh, this lady cook, the old Taoist sees your extraordinary appearance, so he is willing to make a picture of you and give you some good words. Would you like to hear it?"

I pretended to be ignorant, and laughed: "Okay, okay... Oh, Taoist priest, it's time for the slaves to prepare meals for the empress. I can't delay the meal for the empress. I will go back to my business first, and I will come to listen to the Taoist priest's teachings later." it is good?"

Yuan Gong smiled but didn't answer, he just looked me up and down, I was so scared by him, I bowed hurriedly, "Master Daoist, I'll take a step first."

After walking a few steps, Yuan Gong's voice could be heard from behind him.

"Princess, even if you don't want to see the secret first, but you don't want to know the fate of the people around you?"

I turned around and raised my eyebrows to look at him. The old Taoist had a smug look on his face. I glanced at him lightly and said, "Master Daoist, I don't think that a person's whereabouts can be identified by face-to-face."

"I can't," he smiled slyly, "but Pindao has already proved that Pindao's physiognomy is not just for bragging rights."

I laughed, "Yes, you can figure out my worries and worries, and you are worthy of the name. I have admired you for a long time, and it is a pleasure to meet you."

Turn around and leave.

Leaving him standing there dumbfounded.

I laughed at myself all the way, but I really cared about it, and the whereabouts of Mu Xin was a matter that had been on my mind for a long time. This Taoist's understatement almost made me fall into the trap.

However, I don't want to know my own fate, otherwise, my grandfather, who has the ability to peep into the sky, wanted to give me orders at the beginning, so why should I refuse?
When I was 12 years old, I accidentally entered my grandfather's study by mistake. The Ziyun blue and white inkstone was dripping with ink, and Ban Guan Langhao's handwriting was wildly cursive. It took me a long time to recognize a few words.

"The prestige of the world will eventually fade into the grass, and the fame will eventually be unheard of by future generations. The talents will be admired, and eventually they will be lonely for a lifetime."

There are only a few sentences, but the words are chill and desolate when I read them. At a young age, I stood in a daze for a long time.

At that time, I thought, who did the order given by my grandfather belong to?Presumably the person who was criticized would not want to hear about such a fate.

So I swear, in my life, I don't want to know my own fate first, I don't want the infinite variables to be confined in the digital pattern, I don't want the kind of insanity that can't help but walk on the road delineated by God because of foresight, I don't want I have been burdened with a "know" and neglected to find "don't know" for myself, my fate must be up to me.

In October of the first year of Jianwen, my father sent his troops to Yongping to clear the siege of Yongping and see King Ning's soldiers.

According to the plan, the father will enter Ning Palace with light clothes, have a drink with his brother, pretend to be cornered, and ask Ning for help to get forgiveness from the court. Take your leave and leave, and when King Ning sees you off in person, threaten him to order the generals.

And Duoyan Sanwei, the heavy soldiers under King Ning, those chiefs who love money like life, had already met with the gold and silver privately sent by King Yan when his father pretended to be decadent and stayed in King Ning Palace.

However, it is not a one-day achievement for the shrewd King Ning to completely let go of his guard. My father, Dao Yan and I have carefully thought about it. Even if everything goes well, it will be several months before we return to the teacher.

My father solemnly entrusted me to help my son and keep Beiping.

I agreed and told him that even if there was a discord, it would definitely not make him lose his way out.

When the army marched northward, Beiping really entered the wartime security.

In order to prevent Zhu Gaoxu from causing trouble to Zhu Gaochi if he stayed, his father ordered him to follow him, Daoyan Zhu Neng and others followed him, and Yuan Gong stayed.

At the subsequent meeting, Zhu Gaochi and I discussed whether to set up troops at Marco Polo Bridge.

I held my horsewhip in my hand, and was about to go to the city later to inspect the hearts of the people and the surrounding buildings. At this moment, the whip flicked and pointed to the location of Lugou Bridge on the sheepskin map.

"No need, Lugou Bridge, there will be no soldiers."

Zhu Gaochi frowned, "Sister, the Marco Polo Bridge is the throat of Beiping, a battleground for military strategists. If you give up completely, Beiping will be completely exposed to the eyes of 50 troops."

I sneered, "Your Majesty, what do you think? Put all eight thousand soldiers at that throat? What do you think is the odds of winning between eight thousand and fifty thousand?"

Zhu Gaochi was speechless.

I looked at the remaining general Liang Ming and others, and said calmly: "Lugou Bridge is the throat, while Beiping is the heart. If you strangle the throat, there is still room for struggle, but if the heart breaks, there is only one dead end. Our troops are too small. It is unwise, even if it is defended at the Marco Polo Bridge, it will have no effect, so all the limited forces must be used to defend Beiping! Marco Polo Bridge, abandon it!"

(End of this chapter)