“Alang is really amazing at predicting things!”
Holding the urgent and secret message from Wu that had just been translated, Mrs. Right smiled so much that her eyes narrowed to the point of blindness.
He turned his head and looked at Feng Da Sima with admiration.
The passion was unbearable for a moment, so I just threw myself at my lover and gave him a big kiss.
Then he turned around, took Feng Da Sima’s hand, and put it around his waist. He wished he could shrink into Feng Da Sima’s arms. Finally he closed his eyes and let out a long sigh of comfort:
“How lucky am I to be married to such a gentleman? He is as talented as anyone in the world. He is as good as Huo Piao and Yao in the battlefield, and he is better than Jia Wenhe in strategizing…”
“Hey, hey, hey!” Feng, who didn’t understand the charm, pushed the right lady and tried to push her away:
"Speak politely when you speak. If you want to praise me, praise me well. Can you not mention anything about being polite or not? Isn't it interesting?"
"Hahaha!"
The right lady still had her eyes closed and twisted her body twice, but she refused to leave Feng Da Sima's arms and just laughed wildly without caring about her manners.
“I thought you couldn’t hear it…”
How many years have people called him the cruel and ruthless Xiao Wenhe?
Wouldn’t I be able to hear it?
Isn’t this intentional?
Feng Da Sima was so angry that he slapped the right lady's back on the raised area, and made a crisp sound:
“Get started! It’s sticky on a hot day.”
The right lady grunted twice and twisted her body again in protest, but she was unwilling to move away.
Instead, they moved closer together.
Look for the country!
This is not called seeking the country. What is seeking the country?
After such an incident, the strength of Wu State will be emptied at least half.
Not to mention that his own Alang has not finished playing chess yet.
Coupled with the layout in Jingzhou...
In Alang’s words, it’s like “oh oh”, there’s a good show to watch.
Thinking of this, Mrs. Right couldn't help laughing again.
"That night, Alang, you came to my bed and told me about the article "Sleepwalking in Heaven's Farewell". How many years has it been since then?"
Mrs. Right's tone became a little emotional, "It took more than ten years to lay out a plan. Even Jia Wen and Fu Sheng will feel inferior!"
Speaking, he tilted his head back and kissed Feng Da Sima's face affectionately twice.
How fortunate the Han Dynasty was to have Feng Sanjue after the Prime Minister.
I am so lucky to be able to join hands with my Alang to prosper the great Han Dynasty.
“Feng Sanjue?” Feng Dasima was a little allergic to names and frowned subconsciously, “What kind of nickname is this?”
“Excellent in literature, military, and strategic planning, they can be called the three extraordinary talents.” Mrs. Right smiled proudly again, “How about this, is this title worthy of Alang?”
This is good, this name is good!
It is still my wife who knows that she feels sorry for her A Lang.
What ghost king Xiao Wenhe, what clever words, **** and ruthlessness are all slander, Hong Guoguo's slander!
Feng's three unique skills, aren't they much better than the slanders slandered by outsiders?
Summer is too hot. Even though there are ice cubes and iced fruits in the house, it can’t suppress the anger in this hot weather. When the anger is high, it is easy to go overboard...
“Crack!”
While the two of them were groaning, the closed door was suddenly opened.
Feng Da Sima was so shocked that he almost shrank on the spot.
In the Grand Sima's Mansion, when the head of the house and the right lady were discussing matters behind closed doors, the only one who dared to push the door in directly was the left lady.
"Xi...Xijun, what are you doing? Why are you here?"
Feng Da Sima looked at General Guan who strode into the house and stammered a question.
Mrs. Right, who had been unable to push away before, also stood up from Mr. Feng’s arms as if she was electrocuted.
Mrs. Zuo's phoenix eyes glanced at the two of them, seemingly turning a blind eye to their somewhat messy clothes. Instead, she looked left and right several times, as if looking for something.
“Where are the things?”
"What?"
Feng Dashima was nervous and confused.
“What is sister looking for?”
The right lady was sorting out her clothes in a hurry.
General Guan raised his eyebrows and said, "Didn't you say that there is urgent news about Wu State?"
“Oh, oh, yes!”
Hearing this, Feng Da Sima quickly answered and wanted to stand up to look for secret documents about the state of Wu.
I was looking at it just now, just for a while, where did it go?
The right lady, with sharp eyes, bent down to pick up the secret document that had fallen at her feet at some point.
Taking the secret letter from the right lady, General Guan glanced at the other party again, and then reminded:
“My hair is messed up.”
Mrs. Right's face, which was already a little flushed, suddenly became a little redder. She quickly lowered her head to straighten her hair.
The person who sent back the news from Wu State must not only be Mi Shiyilang, but also people who do not want to be named.
So the secret document in the hands of Mrs. Zuo is a combination of information from various channels, mutual corroboration, and summary. It is extremely reliable.
General Guan naturally knew this.
But when he saw what was written above, even General Guan, who had seen countless big scenes, couldn't help but exclaimed in low voice:
“Lu Xun is dead?”
General Guan raised his head in disbelief and looked at Feng Da Sima, as if he wanted to verify the authenticity of the news with Feng Da Sima, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Feng Da Sima nodded, with a calm and calm expression on his face, and gave General Guan an affirmative answer:
"He is dead. He must be really dead. After a while, public news will come from the southeast."
Lu Xun can be regarded as one of the top celebrities in the Three Kingdoms.
Feng Da Sima naturally remembered the fate of this person - he was scolded to death by Sun Quan all his life.
Lu Xun’s death at this time was no different from that in history.
It was not clear before that why Sun Quan's temperament changed drastically in his later years and he became ungrateful and dim.
Until he was personally in this era, Feng Dasima knew:
Lu Xun had his own way of dying.
"It's really dead..." General Guan's expression was quite complicated, and there was endless sadness in his tone.
Looking at General Guan standing there, Chief Feng immediately stepped forward, gently put his arm around her shoulders, and pushed her to her seat.
General Guan sat down obediently, but was in a daze and said nothing.
Feng Dashima knew her mood at this time.
To be honest, Lu Xun can be regarded as one of the culprits in the death of Guan Laojunhou.
It’s just that Lu Meng had already died of illness, and now Lu Xun was also scolded to death.
The main enemies in the world are almost dead, which makes people feel at a loss.
So Feng Da Sima comforted him considerately:
“Did you think of Huang Shang in “The Condor Shooting”?
You don’t necessarily need to seek revenge on your enemies in the world in person. Sometimes you just need to outlive them, and that’s fine.
General Guan raised his head inexplicably:
“What about Huang Shang in “The Condor Shooting”?”
Um?
Feng Dashima, who originally thought that his words would win General Guan's heart, suddenly felt a little embarrassed:
"I mean, it's very rare for Xijun to look like this. I don't know what he is thinking."
“Now that Sun Quan forces Lu Xun to death, it is tantamount to cutting off an arm. I am thinking, Alang has been setting up the Wu Kingdom for so many years, is it almost time for us to drink from the mighty river?”
Having already drank from the river, General Guan’s next goal is naturally to prepare to drink from the river.
“Oh, that’s it, I thought, hehe!” Feng Da Sima smiled sheepishly.
“What does Alang think?”
"nothing."
"Did Ah Lang think that I would be disappointed if I couldn't avenge myself when Lu Xun died, so he comforted me with the yellow dress from "The Condor Shooting"?"
Feng Dashima pretended to smile again.
General Guan showed a calm smile on his face:
“The hatred of my late father is not only against Lu Meng, Lu Xun and others, nor even only against Sun Quan and others, but against the entire Wu Kingdom.”
“This can be called the hatred of the country and the family,” General Guan’s voice was not loud, but when people heard it, they felt a sense of solemnity:
"It doesn't matter if you can't avenge Lu Meng and Lu Xun. As long as you can destroy the state of Wu, it can be regarded as revenge for this hatred."
Lü Meng and Lu Xun’s sneak attack on Jingzhou were fundamentally for the Wu State behind them.
It doesn't matter if you can't take revenge on Lu Meng and Lu Xun, as long as you can take revenge on Wu.
Such a big country like Wu, it’s hard to think that it would have the legs to run away, right?
Destroying the State of Wu and destroying their lifelong efforts, what does it count as revenge?
After hearing General Guan’s words, even Feng Da Sima, who had been sleeping with him for many years, couldn’t help but take a breath of air.
But I saw Feng Da Sima solemnly bowing his hands to General Guan Da.
“Alang, what does this mean?”
“General Zhendong’s ambition is beyond me!”
General Guan is really a woman who cannot be compared to men... No, with these words, I am afraid that even many men will be ashamed.
There are head debts and owners, and I have to find the biggest debtor of the biggest injustice.
Hearing Feng Da Sima praise Mrs. Zuo so much, Mrs. Right tucked a bunch of hair that had fallen behind her ears and glanced at Mrs. Zuo's chest.
Then he curled his lips secretly, he was indeed very ambitious.
Mrs. Zuo seemed to feel something and turned her eyes.
The right lady quickly calmed down her expression and said seriously:
"Sister, how can it be so fast? If you want to conquer the south of the Yangtze River, you must first conquer the north of the river, then map the Central Plains, and finally go south."
"Of course I know," Madam Zuo gestured to Madam Right as her hair had not yet been fixed, and then turned to Feng Da Sima, "When does Alang plan to deal with Sima Yi in Hebei?"
Facing General Zhendong’s questioning eyes, Feng Dasima’s heart skipped a beat for no apparent reason, and then he paused, pretending to think deeply:
“Well, it depends on how prepared Yizhou is.”
Although the Han Dynasty has taken control of Guanzhong and Bingzhou and Hedong for many years, it has had to use troops from time to time over the years, and the scale of the use of troops is not small.
The money and food in these places have been collected over and over again.
What about the riots by the farmers? Bah, cross this one out, it doesn’t count.
Donated once when we welcomed Master Wang, donated again to qualify for the imperial examination and study in the Royal Academy, donated again to draw cotton cakes, donated twice to buy a seat in the Han Dynasty Reserve Bureau, moved to Tongyi to build Tongyi, and enriched the Jiuyuan Donation. once…
There are other things like dividing the land into acres, counting the population, and measuring the fields...
No matter whether you are an aristocratic family or a wealthy family, no matter how thick your roots are or how thick your foundation is, you can't help being scrapped by Feng Papi like this.
Although Liangzhou and Longyou have been operating for so many years, their most important task is to produce horses.
And it is still the most important horse-producing place in the Han Dynasty.
The best war horses of the Han Dynasty came from there.
Coupled with the barbarians who continued to surge southward.
No matter how much grain Liangzhou produces, it must give priority to ensuring war horses and stabilizing local needs.
So Yizhou was the last family property of the Han Dynasty.
General Zhendong said in a faint tone: "So how are Yizhou's preparations going?"
Taking advantage of the civil strife in Wu, if the Han Dynasty doesn't take Hebei quickly, what are they waiting for?
We can’t really wait for Wu to recover and let them cooperate to attack the Wei thieves from the south, right?
In the eyes of General Guan Da, the so-called ally in the south is just a laggard and robbed of food.
Forget it, you still have to be prepared for them to stab you in the back - this is the most abominable thing!
“Well, well, the minister went to Xicheng for inspection a few days ago.”
To transport grain from Shu to Guanzhong, Hanzhong must be used as a transit point.
Of all the roads from Hanzhong to Guanzhong, the Qishan Road is the best, but you have to detour to Longyou and then go over Longshan from Longyou before you can enter Guanzhong, which is really too far.
Then the second best way is Baoxie Road.
From Baoxie Road, there is Wugong Water. To the east of Wugong Water is Yicheng, which is where General Zhao was blocked by Cao Zhen during the Northern Expedition.
And to the west of Wugong Water is Wuzhangyuan...
“I’ll go there and have a look tomorrow.” Feng Da Sima’s voice suddenly became a little gloomy. “By the way, I also want to visit Wuzhangyuan.”
With one sentence, Lord Xiuwu and Lord Shunde were silenced.
After a while, Lord Xiuwu said: "Anyway, there is nothing in the army, so I will go with Alang to take a look."
From Chang'an to Xicheng, just follow the Wei River upstream.
The Weishui River, which used to look like a wide channel in the past, is now busy.
Countless boats, large and small, shuttled back and forth on the water, busy and orderly.
The air is filled with the faint smell of water plants.
Coupled with the shouts of the boatmen, they together constitute the unique rhythm of this busy river.
All this seems to be a moving picture.
Feng Da Sima gently pulled the reins, and the maternal Pegasus from the Western Regions immediately stopped.
Although the sun is scorching, the water vapor by the water dissipates the heat to the greatest extent.
Closing his eyes and taking a deep breath, he seemed to be able to smell the food in the cabin.
Opening his eyes, he smiled softly at General Guan beside him and asked:
“Yizhou, the land of abundance, can be said to be a gathering of students and lessons learned in ten years?”
There was a bit of pride in his tone.
General Guan had a smile at the corners of his eyes, and his eyes were like autumn water. He glanced at Feng Da Sima, and then his eyes fell on the water.
On this river, every boat carries goods, people and hope.
These ships sailing on this river are like a grand ceremony - the ceremony of the Three Rejuvenations of the Han Dynasty.
It has been twenty and three years since Alang came out of the mountain!
Yizhou is the largest rear area of the Three Rebellions of the Han Dynasty. Over the years, some people have said that Yizhou, as the land of Longxing of the Han Dynasty, cannot even compare with Liangzhou.
But whether the Prime Minister or Alang, they actually try their best not to over-recruit there.
(The Yizhou family shed tears silently)
Yizhou, which has been recuperating for so many years, is now the greatest confidence for the Han Dynasty to pacify the world.
Although it is not easy to transport grain from Yizhou, as long as the grain output is high enough, the grain storage is large enough, and time permits, enough military grain can be piled up along the way.
Not to mention that since the time of the late emperor, post roads had been built in Shu.
The prime minister went on a northern expedition and vigorously built pavilion roads.
After the Emperor returned to the old capital, strengthening the connection between Shu and Guanzhong became the top priority of the official engineering team.
In other words, Yizhou has only been building roads for so many years.
There are also wooden oxen and horses, wheelbarrows, dry food, livestock, etc., which also save a lot of time and cost in transporting food.
General Guan, who always showed his coolness to others outside, had the corners of his mouth raised that he couldn't suppress no matter how hard he tried...
ˆPS:
It’s New Year’s Eve, even if I’m working on the manuscript in the middle of the night, I have to write out a chapter, otherwise I’ll really be sorry to the readers.
Let the author make a quibble. He really didn’t mean not to write. This human cub is really capable of tormenting people. He can torment people until three or four o’clock every day.
You have to go to work when you can't open your eyes in the morning, and you still have to be coaxed when you come back in the evening, and you have to squeeze in time to go to the toilet.
Hair is becoming increasingly visible...