The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

"Huh, this kid, it's so hard to spit out ivory from a dog's mouth!"

After Jin Jiande left, Jin Jianren still looked angry. He pulled up a chair and sat down, cursing coldly.

Prince Qing's face was calm. He sipped the tea and said nothing.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Jin Jianren frowned and said, "Dad, you won't listen to Jiande's words, right?"

Prince Qing put down his teacup, touched his beard, and after a long while he said:

"Jiande came here to complain again and again. It seems that the impact of the rebels on him was indeed great enough."

"Didn't Xiong Qian send us military information a few days ago? Now they are about to start a war in Bailiyuan. I think there will be new military information sent in the next few days."

Speaking of this, he raised his brows and said in a low voice: "If... there are any adverse signs, then arrangements must be made."

As soon as he said this, Jin Jianren shook his head: "Impossible!"

"With such a heavy army in hand, even if you send a mediocre general to fight, you won't be defeated. Xiong Qian is not an incompetent person. He will never make a mistake!"

King Qing did not refute. He stood up and said with his hands behind his back:

"Um.."

"Let's see how the military situation is first."

After that, he left directly.

Seeing his father leaving, Jin Jianren felt a little angry for no reason.

Where did the anger come from? Perhaps it was that Jin Jiande had been playing devil's advocate and talked too much, which made him irritable after hearing too much.

"Damn it!" With a cold snort, Jin Jianren slapped his hand on the table.

-

Above Zhongnan Pass, in the beacon tower.

A fuel mixture of reeds, tamarisk, some wet firewood and grease was burning.

The flames were not strong, because what was needed was not fire, but the thick black smoke.

The black smoke produced by the fuel prepared from this material is thick and straight. It is not as light and thin as the green smoke produced by ordinary people's stove fires in their homes.

The thick smoke rose from the beacon tower and went straight towards the sky, like a black pillar.

Such a conspicuous mark can greatly expand the visual range and can be easily seen by people with normal vision in the surrounding area.

But on this day, the rising smoke really shocked everyone.

The reason is simple. Zhongnan Pass is not far from Jinling and is the most important line of defense outside the capital. There are a large number of troops stationed on the Baili Plain outside Zhongnan Pass.

Even when there were internal and external troubles and wars with foreign tribes, there was no such fierce smoke in Zhongnan Pass.

This is the most urgent military situation.

After this black pillar shot straight into the sky, beacon towers everywhere in Zhongnan Pass also started burning.

One after another, several drums of smoke quickly conveyed the urgent military information, which was much faster than the expedited detection of the military information.

So, starting from this day, from Zhongnan Pass to the capital, beacon towers were burning one after another, and the smoke floated into the sky.

The urgent military situation started from Zhongnanguan and gradually spread to the capital.

A strong sense of crisis began to spread, as evidenced by the smoke.

Soon, within a day and night, at noon the next day, the warning message had been delivered to Jinling before Tan Ma.

From the ministers in the court to the soldiers in the military camp and the common people at dawn, they all saw the smoke reaching into the sky.

-

Jinling, Chengbei District.

Er Mao, who relies on dozens of peanuts to establish prestige among children, has successfully changed people from calling him "Er Mao" and "Slippery" to "Boss" and "Brother Mao".

On this day, as always, he took the peanuts he took from his father last night and mingled among the children.

But today is different from the past. There are far fewer half-grown children, only a few, and half of them are locked up at home by their parents.

Ermao didn't care too much. There were fewer people, so he had more peanuts left.

In addition, Wen'er is here too. Hey, that's enough. I just have good news to tell her today.

As usual, after scattering the peanuts, giving shuttlecocks, and dispersing the minions, Er Mao took Wen'er's hand and sat down in front of the steps of a house.

"Your hands are much better, Wen'er." Er Mao let go of his hand and took out the peanuts from his trouser pocket.

Wen'er wrapped herself tightly in her loose clothes and sat on the steps with her feet clasped together. She rested her elbows on her knees and rested her chin on her hands.

With a pair of big bright eyes under extremely long eyelashes, she looked at Er Mao who was sniffing his nose and concentrating on picking out peanuts and said with a smile:

"Hmm, there was a kind person who gave me porridge a few days ago. When I went to get the porridge, he saw that my hands were frozen and he gave me a piece of ointment. I don't know what to say, but after applying it, my hands were no longer itchy. .”

As she spoke, she took out a small square wrapped tightly in a handkerchief from her loose sleeves, handed it to Er Mao and said:

"Brother Ermao, your hands are not frozen. If your parents have frozen hands, you can still use them."

Er Mao glanced casually and saw a red plum embroidered on the handkerchief. He knew it was a valuable item at a glance. He shook his head:

"No, just keep it, my parents won't need it."

"I don't need it now, but I might use it later. Let me share half of it." Wen'er said as she was about to take off the handkerchief, and Ermao held her hand down and handed over the peeled peanuts.

"Hey! I don't need this thing! You can keep it!" He said proudly.

"Oh, okay." Wen'er was a little disappointed and disappointed, but she had no choice but to put it into her sleeves.

Er Mao didn't notice her expression. He sniffed and said with a smile:

"Did you smell it?"

The little girl was picking up a peanut. After hearing this, she nodded: "I smell it, the peanuts are very fragrant."

Er Mao dusted off the peanut shells on his body, stood up, put one hand on his hips, and pointed to the distance with the other hand, where the sun is:

"No, it doesn't smell like peanuts."

"It's the smell of smoke, the smell of wolf smoke!"

"This morning, I heard my father say that the beacon tower outside Jinling City was lit with smoke."

Having said this, he leaned down, his small face surprisingly solemn:

"Wen'er, do you know what this means?"

Wen'er was sniffing the smell of smoke. In fact, she didn't smell it, but when she saw Er Mao's suddenly serious face, she was startled and then said:

"There's going to be a war, and only in war can there be chaos, right?"

Er Mao straightened up again, crossed his arms across his chest, facing the sunlight pouring on him, and said in an extremely mature manner:

"The smoke of war has arrived, and the city of Jinling will be destroyed, only in the day and night."

"But when the clouds open and the moon shines, listen..." Halfway through, he suddenly got stuck and kept scratching his head, but he couldn't think of the second half of the sentence.

In fact, this action and these words were what he saw his father doing and saying at home this morning.

Er Mao felt that when his father said this, his eyes, movements, and tone were very similar to Uncle Zhao Zhennan, and he was actually inexplicably handsome.

So, he stood aside and remembered silently.

I even practiced several times at home before going out, just waiting to show off this handsome look in front of Wen'er later.

It’s only now that the display is halfway through, and the process has not yet been completed.

I couldn't remember the second half of the sentence, which made Ermao scratch his head and cheeks anxiously, his waist bent down, and his nose also started to flow out.