Father is on top, I was wrong

Wen Wujue is not afraid that his colleagues will know about this matter, even if it gets out, Xue Sizhong and his like may not be unable to guess what he did.

They just know, so what?

They have money but no soldiers. As long as the situation in the country is not chaotic, they will have no chance to recruit soldiers, and no matter how much they struggle, they will not be able to get out of the sky.

"If Master Guo can bear to watch the people outside the city gate starve to death, he can inform those aristocratic families in private."

There was silence in the room for a while, except for one or two light and crisp sounds when the coals burst.

Xiao Gui didn't speak for a long time, then he suddenly opened his mouth and said: "Is it the king's land in the whole world? Doesn't everything in the family belong to me? Why don't I use my own things to help my people?"

These words made Wen Wujue laugh in his heart, and when it comes to thick skin, Xiao Gui is truly No.1.

Except for Guo Xuan, the others were not ordinary pedantic masters, so they followed suit.

Especially Zhang Chengzhong, who was born in the army, "Brother, you are stupid in reading. During the war, who cares whether you snatch it or not, the only thing that matters is that you have enough to eat! These aristocratic families are moths, hoarding so much. The food is not brought out, and the market price of grain and rice will be maintained even if it is rotten, isn't this a pain for the common people?"

Tang Yu also said: "Why not? Our family can be regarded as an aristocratic family, but our family doesn't have so much surplus food, and our family doesn't do such immoral things."

Guo Xuanzhi always admits death, but in the end he couldn't convince everyone, he just turned his face and said: "Come on, let's do what you want, I'll just pretend I didn't see it."

Everyone laughed.

Wen Wujue pointed at Xu Ding, and continued to Tang Yu: "If you need to find someone to pretend to be a bandit, you can only find Master Xu. Master Xu, let's cooperate."

Xu Ding smiled helplessly, "It seems that my forbidden army is going to become a rogue soldier."

Tang Yu curled her lips, "Your soldiers are all dumb and dumb, and it's time to learn something flexible."

Xu Ding was trained by himself, and couldn't help but reply: "Nonsense, this is called strict military discipline."

"Like you, everyone is a fool."

Wen Wujue waved his hand, stopping the two from carrying on.

"The two of you will work together in the future, so don't create a quarrel. Run Zhi, there is one more thing I need you for. The food and grass of the Northern Expeditionary Army cannot always rely on the few continents in the northern border. They must be transferred from here. You We need to try our best to raise food and grass, if it is really impossible, you can send me a letter."

Feeling the heavy responsibility on his shoulders, Tang Yu nodded solemnly, "Your official must do his best."

"please."

After one night's discussion, the sky outside the window was bright, and everyone said goodbye and went about their business in a hurry.

Wen Wujue wanted to call Wen Bo to wash with water, only to realize that Wen Bo and Lu Jia had set off last night.

He stood up slowly, but his eyes were dark, and he sat back softly.

Xiao Gui was also going to rectify the soldiers and horses, but when he saw that his face was whiter than snow, he took a step down and barely supported him.

"Father Xiang, let's get some sleep. Your body is still exhausted. I'm afraid you'll die if you don't make it to the north."

Wen Wujue glanced at him, without the strength to refute him, and let him hug her to the low couch and lie down.

He suddenly envied Xiao Gui's physical fitness, and suddenly felt that all his hard work in this game was paving the way for him, and he felt unhappy for a moment.

He himself is sick and broken, and the days are not holidays, and he may die someday.

As for Xiao Gui, not to mention his physical strength, he is the son of heaven, and he sits firmly on the throne without any effort and enjoys the admiration of all people.

Let him take all the good things.

Wen Wujue gritted his teeth, and directed him to work unceremoniously.

"Bring me a basin of water, I need to wash up."

Xiao Gui was stunned for a moment, but he didn't seem to have another word, he raised his leg and went out.

He came back after a while, put the basin on the ground, helped him wring out the towel, and covered it.

hot.

Wen Wujue's heart skipped a beat.

After washing, the whole person feels refreshed a lot.

"Your Majesty, let's straighten out the soldiers and horses first. I'll let the boy do the work and I'll join you guys later."

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The long wind is in the sky, and the banners are flying.

Thirty thousand soldiers assembled outside the city gate, gray armor and silver armor, neatly arranged like scales.

Wen Wujue was different from everyone else, he was in a carriage.

There was a thick soft blanket in the carriage, and the surroundings were almost airtight, but he still felt extremely cold when he huddled inside.

His legs were covered with fox fur, and there was a map of the topography of Changping City in the north spread out on it. He looked at it while holding a piece of charcoal as a mark.

In the book, King Ning's rebellion did not come so early, but the situation is almost the same.

The only difference is that Wen Wujue came here through a book, and he knew about King Ning's rebellion early in the morning, and he was not as pedantic as the original body, so he took away his power first.

As long as Wen Bo and Lu Jia can successfully take over the military power of the three continents in the north, King Ning has no choice but to surrender, which can weaken part of Beiyan's strength.

Wen Wujue was [-]% sure about Wen Bo's seizure of military power. The key was his souvenir letter, asking him to march into the Central Plains and divide the country equally. With such a big bait, King Ning couldn't be tempted.

Moreover, Uncle Wen and Lu Jia, one old and one young, went to deliver the letter, and they were harmless. When King Ning gave the soldier talisman, he expected that Wen Bo and Lu Jia would not be able to mobilize the troops of Red Thorn Mountain, but it was just a matter of trust in their cooperation. .

It was impossible for him to think that Wen Wujue planned to abandon Hongjing Mountain and retreat to Changping City early in the morning.

The soldier talisman can't move the soldiers and horses of Hongjing Mountain, but it can order the prefect of Changping City to stick to the city defense.

What Wen Wujue is worried about now is that King Ning may attack Changping City due to his madness.

Bai Du, the prefect of Changping, has always been a cowardly character. He has been under the pressure of King Ning for a long time, and he will definitely not be able to hold on.But after Wen Bo left, could the situation be calmed down?

Knowing that worrying is futile, but still unable to control the mind.

Wen Wujue even felt that he might be too careless?In case Changping City cannot be defended, Wen Bo and Lu Jia are two living hostages.

He felt depressed for a while, and heard the convoy outside slowly stop.

Someone lifted the curtain of the car, the cold wind rushed in immediately, and Wen Wujue shivered.

"Why did it stop?"

Xiao Gui bowed and jumped in, "We've arrived at Youzhou station, gather troops and replenish food and grass."

He looked at the terrain map and grabbed Wen Wujue's hands, it was really cold.

"What is Xiangfu thinking?"

Wen Wujue was so absorbed in thinking about things that he didn't realize that someone was holding his hands.

"I wonder if Changping City can hold on to the way and the army arrives?"

Xiao Gui said bluntly: "The gate of Changping City is short and difficult to defend. But King Ning may not dare to openly attack Changping. If he leads troops south, I'm afraid that the north of Hongjing Mountain will be given up to Beiyan."

He understood the truth, but Wen Wujue still couldn't hide his agitation.

He turned his head and continued to stare at the map, wondering if there was a safer strategy.

"Your Majesty, let's have something to eat. The quick march in the afternoon will consume your energy."

Li Ling's shrill voice sounded outside.

Xiao Gui stretched out his hand and took it in. It was two chicken legs that were roasted to a crisp on both sides, with a smoky aroma that wafted into the nostrils.

"Does Xiangfu want to eat?"

Xiao Gui took one and handed it to him.

"No." Wen Wujue moved back two steps respectfully and indifferently, covering his mouth and nose, the greasy smell made him sick to his stomach.

He saw a bowl of wild vegetable porridge on the tray, and reached out to take it.

"How can Xiangfu do this? He works day and night and only eats porridge, and his iron body can't bear it."

Wen Wujue shook his head, "I'm full."

Xiao Gui stared at him intently, he never felt it before, why did he feel so thin the more he looked at it recently?

He was only a few inches shorter than him in height, but his figure was nearly half thinner than him.

He tore open the chicken leg, tore out the chicken inside, wrapped it with a piece of wild vegetable and handed it to his mouth, "Eat it with wild vegetable, it won't feel fishy."

Wen Wujue still wanted to refuse, but Xiao Gui directly poked his finger into his mouth and sent the thing in.

He glared at Xiao Gui and had to bite it.

In fact, Wen Wujue was hungry because he was bored and lost his appetite. The chicken wrapped in green vegetables greatly reduced the greasy taste and added a bit of refreshing taste.

Then Xiao Gui tore a few more pieces, and Wen Wujue ate most of the chicken drumstick, and felt that his body was getting stronger, and he was no longer like drinking porridge with clear soup and little water.

At the end, Xiao Gui looked at the oil stains on his hands, and said sadly: "Father Xiang is really difficult to take care of."

Wen Wujue wiped his mouth carefully, took the map cleanly in his hand, and continued to study, as if he didn't hear it.

Xiao Gui had no choice but to get out of the car to wash his hands, rectify the soldiers and horses, and continue marching.