Seeing the person coming, Feng Xiaoran put down her legs and patted the chair next to her:
"Junior brother, come and sit here. I've been waiting for you for a long time, and the warm wine has gone cold."
An Zhixian walked around the chair next to Feng Xiaoran and sat opposite him.
Fan Tonggui placed the letter in his hand on the table, picked up the wine bottle and said with a smile:
"I'm going to rewarm the wine."
An Zhixian nodded, watched Fan Tonggui leave the room, and then turned his attention to Feng Xiaoran again:
"What news have you seen? You're looking sad."
Feng Xiaoran handed the letter in her hand to An Zhixian:
"The third prince and his uncle, the general of the Zhenxi Army, have reached out to the door of Tianjimen's house and repeatedly sent troops towards Pingzhou."
An Zhixian took it, glanced at it and put the letter aside:
"The second prince is also sending manpower to Zhangzhou. He will go to court after the Shangyuan Festival, and the imperial edict of the king will be issued. By then, they cannot send more manpower than the regulations. Naturally, they must rush to the court before the imperial edict is issued, and take advantage of the early Spring Festival. Take action.”
Feng Xiaoran: "They are anxious, what are you going to do?"
An Zhixian: "The people Chu Chengyao sent to Zhangzhou are all being watched by my people. Let's see what he wants first."
Feng Xiaoran nodded, put all the letters in her hand aside, and picked up the chopsticks:
"My father is the same way. He also said that when the soldiers come, the water will be blocked and the earth will cover it up. You all can hold on, why am I in a hurry? Eat vegetables. Lao Fan, where did you go to warm the wine?"
After Feng Xiaoran finished speaking, Fan Tonggui pushed the door open with wine in hand, put down the wine and served two hot dishes, then quickly exited and closed the door.
"Hall Master Fan, what's going on?"
Feng Xiaoran poured wine for the two of them and coldly snorted:
"I saw that the third prince was too idle, so I wanted to find something for him to do. I told him that I wanted to visit the third prince's mansion. He coaxed me and refused to let me go, and he told my father on the other side! "
An Zhixian laughed and said, "Looking at your face, Uncle Feng must have scolded you very unpleasantly."
Feng Xiaoran: "Don't gloat! Why don't my father scold me for what I do? He just likes to scold others, so it's none of my business."
An Zhixian: "For what you did, when did you not deserve to be scolded?"
The two of them bickered for a while. After the meal, Fan Tonggui served the hot tea with a flattering smile, neatly asked someone to clear the table, and left respectfully again.
An Zhixian: "What did you do to Hall Master Fan?"
Feng Xiaoran slumped down in the chair and said angrily:
"It's just that I didn't let him sleep for two or three days. I couldn't sleep well after being scolded, and he couldn't sleep either."
An Zhixian: "...Are you noble? No wonder I just saw that Hall Master Fan's eyes were green and black. Hall Master Fan did not do anything wrong. It depends on your temper, and you may cause many troubles. Don't bother anymore. he."
Feng Xiaoran: "I'm your senior brother! Are you helping him? I originally had news for you, but I won't tell you anymore if you act like this."
Seeing Feng Xiaoran pointing the back of her head towards him, An Zhixian shook his head helplessly:
"Isn't it Song Yi who will come to Kyoto in the next two days?"
Feng Xiaoran turned around: "Why do you get news as fast as Tianjimen?"
An Zhixian: "In other places, news is no faster than Tianjimen. I have hidden many people in Jizhou. I knew about Song Yi as soon as he arrived in Jizhou, so I naturally know his whereabouts."
Feng Xiaoran muttered: "Why are you here even if I know?"
An Zhixian took out a few pieces of paper from his arms:
"I'm here to discuss something with you. Just take a look. If you think it's feasible, I'll pass it on to Uncle Feng."
(End of chapter)
