Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

"Here!" Xiao Shunzi responded, and hurriedly approached Qin Wei, "Your Highness, it's time for us to go back."

"Hmm!" Qin Wei seemed to say unconsciously.

Xiao Shunzi had no choice but to ask Yu Wencheng to help Qin Wei up.

And everyone in the hall also bid farewell.

The lively lobby became empty for a while, leaving only a table with leftovers.

Lan Yuehou lifted the wine jar and shook it, poured a glass of wine on his own, and continued to drink.

"My lord, this Prince of Xin'an seems to be very difficult." The old man approached and said softly.

"Hehe, of course it's not easy!"

Lan Yuehou sipped the wine, "Our Emperor seems to have misread it, hahaha~~"

The old man stroked his long beard, looking at the empty courtyard in a daze.

"Old people can't see through."

"If you can't see through, you can't see through, and it has nothing to do with us!"...

Lan Yuehou poured another glass of wine, "I am drunk and want to sleep, and I will go, the Ming Dynasty intends to bring the piano. Good poems, good wine, what a king of the county!"

……

huh~~

Walking out of the Qingsi Garden, Qin Wei let out a long breath, and his drunken eyes became much clearer.

"Your Highness, you are not drunk!" Xiao Shunzi said in surprise seeing him like this.

Qin Wei stood up straight, "Fortunately, get down without drinking!"

The 300-year-old Qinghan Brewing is not bad, but the alcohol content is a bit touching, probably only a dozen degrees.

Although his drinking capacity has not been practiced, his innate physique is enough for him to hangover quickly.

So he drank several catties of wine, but he was only slightly tipsy.

"So His Highness is pretending to be drunk!" Xiao Shunzi suddenly said.

Qin Wei walked towards Zhenwusi and said: "This king doesn't really like drinking, but just wants to know about Lan Yuehou, how can he get drunk?

"

"Then how much does Your Highness know about Lan Yuehou?" Xiao Shunzi asked curiously.

"What do you think?" Qin Wei looked at him with a smile.

Xiao Shunzi thought for a while, and said, "This Lan Yuehou looks dissolute and disrespectful, but he is actually very measured, and he has no intention of disrespecting His Highness."

"And his four maids are all very beautiful, Your Highness, do you think this Lan Yuehou is still lustful?"

Qin Wei couldn't help laughing, "Have you noticed the cultivation of his four maids?"

"Uh, no." Xiao Shunzi scratched his head and said.

Qin Wei looked at Yuwen Chengdu again.

"It should be a ninth-rank warrior!" Yu Wencheng said.

"Where are the four guards?" Qin Wei asked again.

"It's also a ninth-rank warrior."

"What about the old man?"

Yu Wencheng frowned slightly, and said, "I can't see the depth."

"If you can't see the depth, it means that his cultivation is far superior to yours." Qin Wei said.

Don't talk about Lan Yuehou's cultivation base, just talk about the old servants, maids and guards around Lan Yuehou.

One innate warrior, eight ninth-rank warriors.

"This Lan Yuehou must have a deep secret!" Qin Wei said softly.

There are quite a few masters in the court, but they would never be placed beside a Hou Ye, not to mention Hou Ye, even King An and King Ping would not have so many masters around him.

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Yunzhou border.

There is a big difference between the northern and southern borders of Dali. The northern border is mainly for defense, so many piers and fortresses have been built, while the southern border is mountainous and forested, so there are only a few strong cities as military garrisons.

Nanyang City is the largest garrison of the Yunzhou frontier army. The city wall is ten feet high and it is located on the bank of the Nanyuan River. There are [-] troops in the city, deterring the three barbarian kingdoms in the southwest of Dali.

The night sky is quiet and the moon hangs high.

The Nanyuan River is constantly rushing.

In the cool breeze, Changping Hou Maojiang stood on the majestic city wall in a cold iron armor, gazing at the rushing river.

The moonlight is cold, the river is surging, and the waves are jumping.

Mao Jiang rubbed the center of his eyebrows and let out a breath of hot air.

Beside him was a middle-aged man in a blue-gray gown. The man was wearing a jade crown, his face was rosy, and he exuded a steady and solid temperament. Looking from a distance, he gave people a strong sense of oppression.

"Brother Yunshan, we have been exposed!"...

"I thought we could hide for a while, but I didn't expect it to be exposed now!"

Mao Jiang said with a headache.

Gong Yunshan stood with his hands behind his back, the long gown fluttering on his body, and said: "The one who exposed is only you."

"So?" Mao Jiang said with some dissatisfaction.

Gong Yunshan smiled lightly, and said casually: "As long as you can delay Lan Yuehou, we still have a lot of time."

"Lan Yuehou!"

Mao Jiang was filled with dullness and anxiety.

Eight thousand bright moons enter the clouds, and one hundred thousand soldiers cannot pass.

Thinking of Lan Yuehou's Mingyue Army, Mao Jiang's heart beat like a drum.

He had personally witnessed the Mingyue Army displaying its might in Yunyan City. It was he who persisted in Yunyan City for more than a month before receiving the support of the Mingyue Army.

At that time, he had not inherited the position of marquis, but he had made considerable military exploits in the northern frontier army, and became the general of Yunyan City.

For him, the battle of Yunyan City was not only a fierce battle that he did not want to recall, but also a battle full of glory and brilliance.

It was precisely because of the battle of Yunyan City that his status in the Dali Army continued to rise. After inheriting the position of Marquis, he was promoted to be the commander of the Yunzhou Frontier Army.

For more than ten years, he has been guarding the border of Yunzhou for Dali.Although he didn't make great achievements during this period, his prestige in Yunzhou is getting higher and higher.

"Maybe I can't delay for too long!" Mao Jiang said.

Gong Yunshan frowned slightly, "

The Mingyue Army only has 20 soldiers, but you have [-] troops under your command. "

"Brother Yunshan, when I was loyal to Dali, I had 20 troops under my command, and all the officials in Yunzhou were willing to submit to me. But after betraying Dali, no one can be sure how many of my 20 troops are left !"

Mao Jiang said helplessly.

The prosperity of dali has long been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. The allegiance of soldiers in the army has never been to the leader of the army, but to the whole dali, the emperor sitting on the dragon chair.

If Mao Jiang was Dali's loyal minister and good general, they would naturally be willing to follow Mao Jiang, but if Mao Jiang was a traitor, would they be willing to follow Mao Jiang and become a rebel?

"As the chief general of an army, but unable to control the soldiers under his command, Mao Jiang, are you a little incompetent?" Gong Yunshan said bluntly.

Mao Jiang glanced at him, then turned his head to look at the rushing river.

He kind of didn't want to talk to this bad-brained guy.

I'm incompetent, you're an idiot.

You think you are the owner of the three islands of Xiaoyao Island, and you can command thousands of troops!

You are also at a high level of cultivation.

Well, this guy must be out of his mind after practicing!

He complained in his heart.

Gong Yunshan's strength is very strong, but he is only strong. In terms of marching troops, he is not as good as a guerrilla general in the army.

"Forget it, I will try my best to hold Lan Yuehou back."

No matter what Shang Yunshan's mind is, now he has to rely on Xiaoyao Island's support.

This road was chosen by himself, and now it is too late to regret it, and there is only one way to go to the dark.

"We still need two to three years." Gong Yunshan said.

"I will try my best!" Mao Jiang said.

Two to three years is not a short period of time, but the terrain of the three southwest states is complex, and Mao Jiang is still very confident in delaying time strategically.

Gong Yunshan nodded, "The Nanli Tribe will help you."

Mao Jiang squinted his eyes, looked back at him suddenly, and said with a gloomy face: "You actually cooperated with the barbarians?"

"Can't you?" Gong Yunshan said indifferently.

"Of course not!" Mao Jiang said angrily.

"In order to achieve great things, some things require patience."

"Do you know that my son was killed by those barbarians." Mao Jiang's face turned red, and he looked at Gong Yunshan with resentment in his eyes.

"It is precisely because I know that I came here in person." Gong Yunshan looked at Mao Jiang calmly.

"you!"

Mao Jiang looked at him coldly.

Some things he can ignore, but some things he absolutely does not allow.

"I will not let those barbarians step into Nanyang City!"

He said in a cold voice, and then walked away.

Gong Yunshan watched his leaving figure quietly, not feeling any surprise, nor feeling annoyed in his heart.

Mao Jiang had such a reaction, he had already expected it.

That's why he came to Yunzhou himself. .

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Chapter 112 Entering Shuzhou, the prince died

early morning.

Qin Wei had just finished his breakfast when Lan Yuehou came to Zhenwusi's yamen unexpectedly.

In the main hall, seeing Qin Wei, Lan Yuehou had a playful smile on his face, "Your Highness, this Marquis is here, do you have any drinks ready?"

Qin Wei was slightly taken aback, and said, "Drinking early in the morning is inappropriate."

"Didn't your Highness say last night that I'm drunk and want to sleep, and I'll go, and Ming Dynasty intends to bring the piano here."

"Look, I brought Qin." Lan Yuehou pointed to the maid beside him and said.

The maid held a lyre in her hand.

Seeing this, Qin Wei smiled wryly.

He was just pretending to be drunk last night, and it was just a casual talk about me being drunk and wanting to sleep.

"Xiao Wang doesn't drink well, so he doesn't dare to drink for days."

"Hahaha~~" Lan Yuehou laughed, "If you don't drink alcohol, you can also drink tea!"

Qin Wei looked at him and smiled calmly, "I love tea more than wine."

"My Lord, please!"

Then he took Lan Yuehou up to the pavilion.