Hard to be a good wife

Because of the arrival of Prince Zhao, the atmosphere in Qinyang City suddenly changed. The people found that the number of soldiers patrolling all day had decreased, the number of guards around the city lord's mansion had increased, and the officials who had been yelling to escape from the city every day had disappeared. All of them are very honest.

All this is because City Lord Yang issued a death order. Anyone who dares to drag Qin Yangcheng back, no matter what his status is, will be executed.

During the war, as the lord of a city, Yang Feng could kill first and play later. In order to prevent these people from affecting His Highness the Crown Prince, he used all means.

Prince Zhao didn't rest for too long. After taking a bath, he changed into a set of clothes and invited Yang Feng and Wang Dingjun to meet him.

Both of these two are his confidants, and he has no reservations about discussing with them about Prince Zhao.

"King Qi is dead, has the news spread to the city?"

"What?" Yang Feng jumped up in shock, and he jumped quite high for his age, "When did this happen? But the soldiers and horses in Prince Qi's Mansion haven't been disbanded yet?"

According to Yang Feng's understanding of Qi Wang's residence, once King Qi died, none of his heirs could take on important responsibilities. How could the army fight without its backbone?

Prince Zhao told them what had happened, including that the leader of the team is Wang Wang's second son, and the leadership is in the hands of the Yue Yi Clan. They may not really fight this battle, but they must make preparations.

"Your Highness, does the King know about this?" Yang Feng has been an official in the court for many years, and he knows more about the twists and turns than Wang Dingjun. If the King of Southern Jin heard the news, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince would be recalled to Yecheng immediately.

"He will know soon, but so what?" Since Prince Zhao had already left Yecheng, it was not up to the King of Southern Jin to decide whether to go back or not.

"Does Your Highness want to take advantage of the situation to send troops?" Wang Dingjun asked from the side.

Prince Zhao opened the map and clicked on three locations, which happened to be southwest, true north, and southeast, which were the three directions where the Southern Jin Dynasty was besieged this time.

"This battle should not be delayed. There are more than these small countries on the edge of the Southern Jin Dynasty. There are also many people who secretly want to overthrow the imperial court. If it is delayed for too long and exhausts manpower and material resources, we will not be able to hold back as long as the enemy lightly blows."

"According to His Highness's original idea, it is to send troops to stop Nansha, send assassins to assassinate King Qi, break the alliance between Southwest and North Vietnam, and then use the main force to deal with North Vietnam. This subordinate thinks it is very good. No news about Nansha yet, but King Qi It is dead, and the forces left behind are nothing more than a mess of scattered sand, which cannot become a climate."

"Nansha has already retreated. General Fu Heng will continue to stay in Songxi and pay close attention to the opponent's movements. Nansha is nothing to worry about." Prince Zhao drew a cross in the southeast position, moved the tip of the pen to the southwest, and landed on Qinyang City A little bit.

"The enemy army is stationed fifty miles away, with a population of about [-]. It only takes one day and night to approach the city. How many troops are there in Qinyang City?"

Yang Feng and Wang Dingjun looked at each other, and they both looked a little depressed, "According to the laws of the imperial court, the main city of the Southern Jin Dynasty can have 3 self-defense troops and [-] private soldiers of the city lord. [-] people, fortunately, His Highness ordered Xiaguan to collect food three years ago, and now Qinyang City has a lot of food, even if it is besieged for a year or so, it will not be a problem."

Speaking of this, Yang Feng was finally able to straighten his chest, and Prince Zhao also nodded in praise: "City Master Yang has done an excellent job, but there is a huge difference in the strength of the enemy and us. If you want to win this battle, what suggestions do you have?"

Yang Feng took out a detailed schedule from his sleeve. This is the form and note-taking method he learned from Wang Dingjun, and it is really easy to use.

"Look, Your Highness, with the weapon reserves in the city, there are only enough for 3 people to defend the city for a month without supplies. It is wishful thinking to resist with these troops. That is to say, if there is no reinforcements after a month, Qinyang City can only hold on to it, and with all available resources, it can probably hold on for five days.

According to the speculation of the officers and the generals, after more than a month, even if Qinyang City is captured, the enemy army will become a remnant army, the number of which will not exceed [-]. With these [-] remnants, I am afraid they will not be able to defend the city. "

It is easy to defend the city and difficult to attack the city. If he wants to capture his Qinyang City, the enemy must pay double the price. Even if he can't defend Qinyang City, he will definitely not let the opponent have the ability to occupy the city.

Prince Zhao looked at the hundreds of materials on the form, as well as the quantity of these materials and where they were used. He nodded secretly. The table statistics method designed by Tang Yue was indeed very convenient and easy to use.

The corner of his mouth curled up, "City Master Yang has done an excellent job, I believe you can do this."

Yang Feng hurriedly said humbly: "Your Highness is absurd, it's all thanks to City Lord Wang and the generals."

Prince Zhao stood up and said calmly, "Since City Lord Yang is ready, I'll just wait and see."

Yang Feng: "..."

Wang Dingjun: "..."

Why does it seem that something is wrong?

Yang Feng wiped off his cold sweat, and asked anxiously: "Your Highness, you...do you want to stay in Qinyang City to watch the battle?"

He thought that His Highness the Crown Prince was here to help them out of their predicament, why it seemed that instead of not, they were asked to proceed as planned?

"Naturally, as soon as Gu arrived in Qinyang City, he was besieged by the enemy army and couldn't get out of the city. Where else could Gu go if he didn't stay here?"

Yang Feng kicked Wang Dingjun secretly, hoping that he would speak to dissuade His Royal Highness from his crazy behavior. If there is no reinforcements, it is only a matter of time before Qinyang City is breached. If something happens to His Royal Highness, he will not die in peace.

Wang Dingjun knew some things, so he naturally wouldn't believe that His Highness the Crown Prince would dare to bring the Crown Princess and the young prince to this dangerous place without any preparation.

In other words, since His Highness the Crown Prince dared to bring the Crown Princess and the Young Master, he must be sure of victory.

It's just that he didn't understand, why did His Highness let them go to war according to the plan?

Wang Dingjun intends to find an opportunity to ask privately. Although Yang Feng is one of his own, he still does not have 100% trust.

"Your Highness's actions are too risky. It is more appropriate for you to go to Yuxin City." Even if Wang Dingjun has confidence in Prince Zhao, he does not see him in the slightest danger.

"City Master Wang is right. Your Highness, you might as well go to Yuxin City overnight and sit firmly behind. Xiaguan will do its best to defend this pass!"

Prince Zhao shook his head, "I've decided my loneliness, you two don't need to persuade me anymore."

"Your Highness, if you don't think about yourself, think about your husband and young master. They are powerless, and it is too dangerous to stay here."

"Don't worry about it, Guzi will arrange someone to protect them."

Wang Dingjun saw that moving out the father and son failed to change the decision of His Royal Highness, knowing that it would be futile to persuade him, he secretly decided that if there was a day when the city was broken, he would kidnap them even if they were kidnapped.

Of course, he knew that his worries were unnecessary.

From the second day onwards, Tang Yue changed into ordinary clothes and took his son to the streets. There was no martial law on the streets, and it was the same as usual, but everyone's faces were a little less happy and a little more panicked.

He asked: "Does Luo Luo know what they want most at this moment?"

Little Luoluo blurted out: "I know, Uncle Chun said that every businessman is a profiteer, and the favorite is gold. They must want more gold."

Tang Yue's head was full of black lines, and this kind of talk was only taught by that little bastard, Zhang Chun, which is really misleading!It seems that Prince Zhao was right to separate him from his son.

He secretly sighed, and continued to ask: "Lolo thinks gold or life is more important?"

"Of course life is important. Little daddy, you said that when a person dies, he has nothing. No matter how much gold there is, what is the use of life?"

Tang Yue was choked to the core. Although this was true, why did he have the idea of ​​misleading his son?

"So, Luo Luo is wrong to say that they want gold the most at this time. In times of crisis, they must be more willing to spare their lives."

"Why is it a critical moment? Are they dying?"

From birth to now, little Luoluo didn't quite understand what war is, so he didn't know that the land under his feet was about to be affected by the flames of war.

Tang Yue didn't explain with pale sentences, but took him up the city wall and let him see and think for himself.

At this time, the city wall has changed drastically, and it is full of usable weapons and equipment. The soldiers were a little surprised when they saw Tang Yue coming up with a child. They wanted to drive him away but dared not move because of his identity.

Although they didn't know Tang Yue's specific identity, even the city lord respected him, so one could imagine how high his status was.

It's just that they couldn't help muttering a few words in their hearts: What time is this and they are still in the mood to take their children out to play? It's really ignorant.

A small soldier kindly reminded Tang Yue to stay away from the city wall, and also gently reminded him that this place is not suitable for children. There are knives, swords, and fire oil stones everywhere, which is too dangerous.

Tang Yue thanked him for his kindness, and asked the frowning Luo Luo, "Do you know what they are doing?"

Little Luoluo shook his head. He saw tension and anxiety on the faces of these people, just like when he sneaked out and was chased by a vicious dog when he was three years old. They must be very scared, right?

"Little Daddy, what can we do for them?" Little Luoluo asked. He remembered that a kind-hearted man passing by helped him drive away the vicious dog, although he used his favorite jade pendant as a thank you. Salute, but still grateful.

Tang Yue smiled and patted his head, "There is nothing you can help here, little daddy will take you to look elsewhere."

The little soldier looked at the father and son walking down the tower slowly, with a puzzled expression on his face, and muttered: "What can such a small child do?" Don't help but Amitabha.