Jade Without Fragrance

   Chapter 291

   Guan Changliang was taken aback by this sudden question, his eyes flashing slightly: "The major general is joking..."

   Could it be that he just revealed something on his face that this kid saw?

   Guan Changliang couldn't help looking at Qi Shuo.

   What he saw was a profile face with tough lines, and it was difficult to guess the meaning of the words from the expression on the other's face.

   And the young man who was staring at the bonfire still didn't look at him, as if the bonfire was some stunning beauty that firmly attracted people's attention.

   In this lively and indulgent environment, Guan Changliang even felt that he had just had an auditory hallucination.

   At this moment, the dark-faced young man said, "I feel so angry."

   He said, and threw a dead branch he picked up at random in the direction of the bonfire.

   Naturally, this distance can't be cast there. Judging from his sudden face to Guan Changliang, he obviously doesn't care.

   Guan Changliang saw a pair of eyes that were astonishingly bright, brighter than the bonfire, caused by the burning of anger.

   For some reason, Guan Changliang's heart jumped, realizing that the opportunity to approach the young man in front of him seemed to come.

   He needs this opportunity.

   Once he surrenders, there is no way to retreat, so he can only tie himself and Northern Qi firmly together.

  But General Wuye didn't believe him, and he didn't know how long it would take to win the trust of the other party slowly. Once Northern Qi has destroyed Da Zhou, and he has not achieved anything and is weak, how can he stand as a foreigner who has surrendered to the enemy?

   Wuye valued this nephew the most, and having a good relationship with Shuli was beneficial and harmless.

  Under his thoughts, Guan Changliang didn't dare to speak rashly, and was more careful to observe the other party's expression.

   Compared with the usual indifference, this handsome face is much softer under the reflection of the light in the night.

   Guan Changliang pulled the corners of his lips, and his voice was very soft: "Why did the major general say that?"

   he asked, raised the wine jar at hand, and filled Qi Shuo's wine bowl.

Qi Shuo grabbed the wine bowl and drank it and threw the bowl down heavily on the ground. His hoarse voice contained anger: "I was unlucky to be captured. If I knew that my uncle exchanged seven hundred war horses for me, I would rather die by the enemy. Hands, instead of looking at them respecting me on their faces, but mocking them in their eyes!"

   When Guan Changliang heard this, he immediately understood why the major general, who was still not good at him during the day, changed his attitude.

   This is because they feel that they are sympathetic to each other.

   Also, how has such a proud son of heaven ever suffered such setbacks.

Not to mention that among so many Northern Qi soldiers, it is inevitable that some of them are out of control. They show a bit of ridicule at the noble son who exchanged four Zhou generals and 700 war horses. Even if he cares, he will hurt his self-esteem. The particularly sensitive major general interpreted something else.

"Don't worry about this, Major General. When you show off your power on the battlefield, those people will naturally dare not. In my eyes, the value of Major General is comparable to that of a few hundred warhorses. They are too short-sighted." Guan Changliang said again Fill up the empty wine bowl.

   Of course he wouldn't be stupid enough to speak up for those people. What he wanted was not for this kid to untie his knot, but to always feel pity for him. If you want to do this, you need to strengthen the sensitivity of this kid without any traces.

   "I am loyal to our country of Qi, but these days... I really feel a little uncomfortable in my heart..." Before I knew it, it became Guan Changliang talking and Qi Shuo listening.

   Looking at the young man listening quietly, Guan Changliang felt very satisfied.

   Qi Shuo also felt very satisfied when he saw the incessant traitors.

   The two met in the camp a few days later, and they were able to say a few words.

   The relationship between the two has changed subtly, and others are unaware.

   When Wu Ye led his troops to attack again, he no longer refused Qi Shuo's request to go to the battlefield.

   It is true that Wuye loves his nephew, but from the perspective of Qi people, the braver the child, the more prosperous he is, but he can't raise a little sheep. The nephew recovered his vitality, and of course it was time to kill the enemy.

  As the horn of the attack blew, Qi Shuo went straight to a lieutenant of Da Zhou with a knife.

   The lieutenant was also holding a long knife, and the two knives collided, making a loud crashing sound.

   At the moment when the two war horses carrying their respective masters crossed each other, a letter passed from Qi Shuo's hand to Vice Admiral Da Zhou's hand, unknowingly.

   "Capture Li Xiaoer alive and return with seven hundred war horses!" I don't know which Da Zhou soldier shouted, and many people rushed towards Qi Shuo immediately.

   Wuye heard the big change in his face, and shouted: "Li, don't fight, come back!"

  Qi Shuo was so happy that he didn't have to hurt his own people, and quickly rode his horse to avoid Zhou Jun, who regarded him as a golden mountain, with a look of suffocation and anger.

  The fighting was over, and many people fell down forever, and the living people went back with exhaustion and the smell of blood.

   On the Da Zhou side, many soldiers expressed regret.

   "Should have surrounded him from the beginning, but unfortunately let that kid get away."

   "Yes, seven hundred warhorses!"

   King Jing reprimanded with a dark face: "How can you only catch a single person for wool, and you can't do this in the future!"

  Go bald and found out that it was his son, not finished!

   The generals of Da Zhou knew that this prince had a good temper, so someone dared to say: "My lord, those are seven hundred war horses!"

   King Jing glared at him: "Once again, Wuye Laogou is willing to give up seven hundred war horses? It's almost as good as killing his nephew with his own hands!"

   "That's it..." The middle and lower-level generals felt a little regretful after hearing what King Jing said.

   "Naturally, when this king changes his position, it will definitely be like this." King Jing flickered these generals with a loud voice, but he felt regretful in his heart.

  If he is really separated, he will personally take someone to sew the wool, put it away after shaving, and sew it after it is released...

   After the crowd dispersed, the lieutenant who fought against Qi Shuo quietly came to King Jing and presented a letter.

   King Jing opened it, and his face was extremely solemn.

   In the letter is the distribution map of the Qi army camp, the shift time and the frequency of the patrol route, and the plan to get rid of the traitor Guan Changliang.

   King Jing couldn't help tightening his hand holding the letter.

  Why is there another plan?

   His first reaction was disapproval.

  Getting rid of Wuye is to seek danger in danger. If you take a wrong step, you will lose your life. How can you grow extra branches.

   Extra branches - King Jing read the contents of the letter again, unable to control his heartbeat.

   seems very promising!

   To speak of hatred towards Northern Qi, the people of Zhou could speak of it for three days and three nights, but there was something more hateful than the Qi army, the traitor who stabbed his own people.

   For this beast, I really want to eat its flesh raw.

  If Guan Changliang is killed, and Wuye Laogou is killed, maybe a temporary truce can be made...

  King Jing took another look at the letter and let out a long sigh.

   Even if there is no such benefit, he can only cooperate. Even the time has been set in the letter. If he wants to stop it, he can't send the news. If you don't cooperate, it will be more likely to cause trouble.

   This kid really knows how to calculate.

   King Jing complained, but the blood in his body was also boiling.

   Then give it a shot!

   (end of this chapter)