This game of chess has become too big. The two of them should try to protect their generals first.
"I want him to take advantage of this great victory to return to Beijing to report on his duties, and first hand over military power and take a step back."
Qi Jun's expression was sad, and he spoke slowly and thoughtfully.
Retreating bravely from the rapids is the only way for a military commander to survive. Very sad.
Ye Feng didn't speak, he just raised his eyelids and stared at him.
Qi Jun: "...Do you know that you are very annoying?"
Who can withstand it?
Ye Feng still stared at him.
Qi Jun pointed at him: "I only have this idea. If you feel dissatisfied, just tell me."
You don't have such a good mind and you just stare at me and look at me?
Ye Feng gave him a "scornful" look, tilted his face and said, "The news of the great victory reached the capital yesterday evening. I don't believe you just came up with such an idea after sitting all night."
Still a bad idea.
Qi Jun reached out and pushed all the dessert plates aside.
Not for Ye Feng to eat.
Ye Feng smiled.
After pouring himself a cup of tea, he leaned back in his chair and said calmly: "Liang Yongyi can't move. If he moves, the Liaodong defense line will collapse. The Great Wall cannot stop Cao Jin."
Qi Jun nodded in deep agreement.
Just as he was about to ask Ye Feng if he had any plans, there was a knock on the door and a report came.
"Boss, Mr. Xiu, Prince An sent me an invitation."
Qi Jun and Ye Feng looked at each other and asked someone to send them in.
King An, the sixth prince Yang Jia'an. The person with the most powerful influence in both the government and the opposition today. The Anwang faction advocates the abolition of industrial, commercial, and mining taxes and putting all the pressure on the treasury on the common people.
However, King An had always kept a low profile, and he was as aloof from the world as he was when he was banished to an immortal. The person who came forward was always his father-in-law Shang Huahan.
The "serial disappearance of officials" is probably their work.
Qi Jun had no friendship with them, and rarely met with King An. Needless to say, Ye Feng had never even seen what he looked like.
The other party suddenly sent an invitation, and it was Zhang's invitation to go to the hot spring villa to enjoy the scenery.
Qi Jun threw the invitation on the table, intertwined his fingers, and asked Xiang Ye Feng: "What do you think?"
The prince disappeared at the Royal Hot Spring Villa, and Qi Jun and Ye Feng were free to investigate the "serial disappearance of officials" case, and were still discussing how to save Liang Yongyi.
At this time, King An invited them to take a bath in his own hot spring resort. It would be strange if he didn't have any hidden agenda.
But is there anything about them that Wang An can design?
Or do you want to bribe them to give up the pursuit?
Ye Feng shrugged and said nonchalantly: "We can't refuse anyway."
That one was the prince, and he sent an invitation to Mianzi. No matter what they thought, they couldn't refuse.
The invitation was urgent, just an hour later.
It was almost the time for the two of them to pack up and then ride over.
Qi Jun stood up from the table and asked Xia Hui to organize the team.
"Need a hundred people to escort you?"
Ye Feng, who was used to coming and going by himself, was a little confused when he heard that he had to take so many people with him for a bath.
He didn't believe that King An gave the invitation and dared to blatantly embarrass them both.
Qi Jun, who had broad shoulders and long legs, stood with his arms akimbo, looking out the door with deep eyes.
He replied softly: "He who goes to the Hongmen Banquet alone even though he knows it is a Hongmen Banquet is a fool."
The opponent was so stuck at this juncture that Qi Jun would not fail to take precautions. His father's death was due to the lack of manpower and carelessness when investigating the case.
Ye Feng was right when he thought about it.
Wang An arranged the time so tightly just because he didn't want them to find out who was attending the meeting, which showed that he didn't hold it in well.
But is it impossible to find out if time is tight?
What a joke, these two are Jin Yiwei!
The team formed, set off, and before riding out of the south city gate, the news reached Qi Jun.
"As expected, we are all from their faction, we are the only outsiders."
As Qi Jun spoke, he kneaded it, held it and spread it out, and the message paper was blown away in the wind like sand.
Ye Feng was envious when he saw it.
Who hasn’t dreamed of martial arts yet?
Just when I was thinking about whether my nineteen-year-old body could still practice martial arts, I suddenly heard someone shouting on the street: "It's a money grab, a money grab."
Immediately, a woman who looked like a maid ran towards this side from the side street, shouting as she ran. A dozen meters in front of her, a dirty middle-aged man in rough clothes was running wildly.
Behind the maid, a young lady also walked out with the support of another maid.
I saw that young lady: her slenderness was completely cut off, and she was shortened and fit; her shoulders were cut into shape, and her waist was as plain as before; her neck was long and graceful, and her beauty was revealed; her fragrance was unadulterated, and she was so beautiful that she was so beautiful that she would have conquered a country.
But at this time, the surface was burnt, and a voice as sweet as rolled candy came out: "Ming'er, don't chase her."
But the maid Ming'er who was chasing the thief obviously didn't hear him and was still chasing him. The young lady's eyes became more anxious and she looked around, as if she wanted to find someone for help.
The passers-by who were alerted by the maid's shouting and saw the young lady's good looks did not help chase the thief, but stared blankly.
The young lady was immediately shy when she saw it. She turned her neck and saw the red fish guard with only the black and white trim on his hat. She even caught sight of the black and white trim on the leader's hat. In eyes.
The blush on her face became a little brighter, her steps turned, and her delicate lips opened slightly, wanting to call someone.
Qi Jun tilted his head and looked at Ye Feng, his eyes full of interest.
Ye Feng didn't squint his eyes, clamped his legs on the horse's belly, and rushed forward.
He's not interested in the harem stallion god. Everything at home is still on display, but your mouth is sticking out? How free is this?
Qi Jun is still single.
But he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
Then I heard "Killing, killing, killing" coming from behind again, and there was a chaos of screaming and running.
Ye Feng looked at Qi Jun.
Qi Jun raised his eyebrows and nodded his chin forward.
The red fish guards were like a "red cloud" bordered by black and white, drifting out of the city and turning a blind eye to the movement behind them.
Outside the city, there are green mountains and green waters, wild flowers everywhere, birds chirping and butterflies fluttering.
As the horse ran wildly, Ye Feng really had the wanton feeling of "walking on flowers and returning home with the scent of horse hooves". He couldn't help but show off his singing voice: "Running with the wind is the direction, chasing the power of thunder and lightning..."
Xia Hui, who was following behind, looked at Qi Jun and asked, "Boss, what is this that Mr. Xiu is singing?"
Qi Jun shook his head.
Then he straightened his sword eyebrows, showed an open smile, clenched a fist, raised it in the air, and said loudly: "Just gather your strength. Brothers, charge!"
Yes, no matter what he sings, listening to it makes you feel energetic, uplifted, and in a high mood.
Run, boys!
Toward...the corpse.
The "red clouds" bordered by black and white drifted into the mountain forest, turned around the foot of a peak, and found the body of a woman beside a gurgling stream.
The woman, who was about twenty years old, was lying on her back on the gravel beside the stream. She was completely naked, with her long hair loose and floating in the stream. There was no clothing or anything else around.
