Dress up as a sickly person to capture the villain princess!

The fragrant orange scent spread in his nasal cavity. Xia Zhiyuan took a piece of yellow orange and stuffed it into his mouth.

"The male protagonist actually lost...?"

This was totally unexpected.

After all, Xia Zhiyuan was also very curious at the beginning why the male protagonist made such a brainless move.

However, there was the battle of Yonghe.

His Highness was indeed no match for the commander of Xu's army and suffered a crushing defeat beside the Yong River. During this part, Xia Zhiyuan almost skipped through it with his eyes closed.

The reason is simple: we lost so badly.

Xia Zhiyuan simply couldn't bear to watch the part where Zhao Changlin suffered.

It can be said that they are losing ground step by step.

The commander-in-chief of Xu's army had been fighting against the barbarians in the border areas for many years. He not only had a good understanding of the barbarians' moves, but also knew the marching methods of the Daliang Dynasty soldiers.

Moreover, he was good at siege and defense of cities. King Wen sent Xu's army commander to attack the imperial city. He was the best candidate.

No, but the timeline still doesn't match up. Logically speaking, there should be civil strife in the imperial city at this time, and the bandits in the northern border should also rise up in rebellion.

But why is there no movement now?

"System, get up and work."

Xia Zhiyuan looked at a map of the Daliang Dynasty placed next to the orange in front of him. His fingertips fell on the exquisite imperial city and went up towards the north, finally stopping on the three words "Lincang Prefecture".

There was also pleasant-smelling agarwood burning in the hall, which helped her concentrate and think.

"Ding Dong! Received the host's instruction and is stopping the playback of the image. What does the host need?"

The system cut off the screen, and the last thing that remained in Xia Zhiyuan's mind was Lu Boshan with a gun pointed at his shoulder. There was heavy snow in the Yong River, and the snowflakes fell into the turbulent river. Lu Boshan's fingers were frozen purple, and he was holding a spear in his hand.

His hair was disheveled, and even his helmet was ripped off by a bullet from the opposite side. His inky hair was stained with blood, and his cheeks were also covered with a mixture of blood and snowflakes.

Kneeling on the ground with his legs and supporting himself with his other hand, he opened his eyes wide and white mist continued to flow out of his nostrils.

Almost in disbelief.

"Please tell me what Longya Village is doing right now?"

"Okay, host, the system has received your request and is deducting your points. Connection screen - 50% - 98% -"

"Broadcasting for the host - Longya Village"

With his eyes closed, Xia Zhiyuan saw in his mind a bleak scene amidst the falling snow.

There is a huge village on the bare hillside. The Longya Village is much more dilapidated than one had imagined. There are even many small shabby houses made of thatched grass.

However, the occasional wisp of smoke from the cooking stove adds a touch of worldly flavor, making the place not too lonely.

"Stop showing the scenery and get straight to the point."

Xia Zhiyuan was speechless, the most important thing now is not the terrain of Longya Village, okay.

"Ok, receiving the host's instructions, switching the indoor screen--"

There was laughter and joy in the lobby, and countless people were seen gathered together. There were wine jars, roasted suckling pig, roasted whole lamb, and various dishes on the long table.

Several of the big men were holding lamb legs in one hand and gnawing on them, while in the other hand they were holding the wine jar and pouring wine into their mouths.

Just by looking at the picture, Xia Zhiyuan could feel the aroma of meat filling the room.

He is indeed a gangster. How can he have such a good life?

Sitting on the tiger-skin chair in the lobby was a rugged woman, she crossed her legs and carefully wiped her broadsword with a rough cloth dipped in oil.

In the reflection of the firelight, the blade emitted an oily sheen. Even an outsider could not tell that this was a good knife.

Killing is like hemp.

"Tell me, you have been sneaking around our village for so many days, what is your intention?"

The woman stomped her foot heavily on the ground and shouted at him. The man, whose hands and feet were tied, stiffened his neck, bit his lips and said nothing.

"Oh, you are a lackey of the imperial court who is about to die, but you still have a backbone. How about you say it today, I will give you the chicken leg in my hand as a reward!"

Another drunk man lying on the table was holding up a chicken bone that was only a skeleton left after he had gnawed it. He shook it.

"Oh! Bah!"

"Do you know who I am!"

The man struggled, but his body remained straight. As a real man, even if he fell to his knees, he had to have backbone and not let others bully him.

"I have read the books of sages..."

Before he could finish his words, the woman sitting on the seat impatiently interrupted him with her hand. The woman raised her eyebrows and looked at him teasingly.

"I don't care what kind of books you have read, but do you know what crime you commit if you trespass into Longya Village?"

"If you weren't a lackey of the imperial court, I would have chopped you up long ago and fed you to pigs, dogs, chickens, and ducks!"

She stood up. Although this woman was thin, she was able to lift the big knife with both hands. The tip of the knife rubbed on the ground, and a smell of iron flowers filled the man's nostrils.

"Kill me if you can!"

"The prefect... His Excellency will not let you go!"

He was howling loudly, but his legs kept shaking, and he was obviously very scared.

"Hahahaha! Very interesting..."

"I won't let me go. Do you want to see where you are now before you say this to me?"

"Now, the world is in chaos, and those people in the court can't even protect themselves. The prefect is probably too busy to care about you."

After listening for a long time, Xia Zhiyuan finally figured out the order. She picked up the brush beside her and wrote a few lines on the white rice paper.

It seems that the progress has indeed been delayed, but... now it depends on what choice the prefect of Lincang Prefecture will make. If Lincang Prefecture chooses to send troops, then Longya Village will definitely resist.

So, will the prefect of Lincang Prefecture choose to surrender or use his own soldiers to fight against Longya Village?

No, I must have missed something.

Xia Zhiyuan tightly gripped the pen, carefully recalling the plot in the original novel. It seemed that the prefect of Lincang Prefecture had already reached the negotiation stage with Longya Village from the very beginning.

Longya Village was the first to put forward its own demands. If they were to be recruited by the imperial court, what would they want?

It is not an official title or a marquisate, nor is it gold, silver or treasures.

Thinking of this, Xia Zhiyuan looked at the map again and saw fields of wheat drawn on the brown sheepskin map.

The ears of wheat sway in the wind, and the court painter's brush is delicate, and with just a few strokes he has captured the feeling of autumn harvest.

"food…"

It's food!

Xia Zhiyuan suddenly remembered that in the original work, the request that Longya Village made to the prefect of Lincang Prefecture was food.

For bandits, gold, silver and valuables may be of some use in normal times, but in these chaotic times, the entire court is likely to face huge changes.

Now, the most important thing for them is to store more food at home.

in case the emergency.