Peach Blossom Dream

Can you manage it? "

"Okay, okay," Uncle Ji Feng glanced at Zuo Qingyue, and quickly comforted He Ming, "It's such a cold day, go to the kitchen and make some ginger soup, and then you have to go to the battlefield, don't fall ill first .”

He Ming walked away angrily, blowing his nose.

Zuo Qingyue was still shouting from behind: "Hey, can I change my name?"

Uncle Jifeng also didn't expect Zuo Qingyue to be so jealous that she would even find out about Chen Zhima's rotten millet, so she gave him a blank look: "Someone's heart is really narrow."

Zuo Qingyue turned around and said, "Narrow or not, haven't you touched them all?"

"Touch your uncle! Get out!"

It just so happened that Cen Lan came back at this time, glanced at them, and said expressionlessly: "The son of Su Yi is going to fight in two days, and he has already taken the initiative to fight."

Shu Jifeng also pretended to be expressionless: "Got it."

Cen Lan said again: "Your master invited me to go to his place to discuss the plan to defeat the enemy in the next two days. I will get some things, and I may just rest at his place for the next two days."

"..." Uncle bowed his head and stopped talking, just pretending not to understand his implication.

Zuo Qingyue was not ashamed, she said with a thoughtful smile, "Master Laocen is here. It is a blessing for the people to have you in Dahe."

Cen Lan didn't answer. He went in, took some things and walked straight away. When he was turning a corner, he stopped suddenly, turned around and asked, "Reserve some strength."

"..."

"..."

When Cen Lan was far away, Shu Jifeng looked at Zuo Qingyue with lingering fear and asked, "Is this what a decent person said?"

Zuo Qingyue was in a good mood this morning, and because Cen Lan stopped He Ming last night, she didn't bother with him, the corners of her mouth curled up, and she said with a smile: "A decent person won't poison me. Uncle, boss, Does it hurt?"

"That's right." Shu Jifeng nodded, suddenly realized the meaning of Zuo Qingyue's last sentence, and roared angrily, "Get lost!"

"Okay, okay, okay..." Zuo Qingyue quickly admitted her mistake, but at the next moment she tilted her head and kissed Uncle Jifeng, "Get out immediately after kissing."

The uncle was ashamed and indignant, and silently vowed in his heart that he would never let Zuo Qingyue succeed tonight.

But when night came, he disarmed without ambition.

It can't be all his fault, after all, Zuo Qingyue has a Gu king-like face that would tempt anyone who looks at it, the key is that the Gu king is still gentle and restrained on the bed, so he can't help inviting him.

Not to mention that my uncle may not be able to resist even if he is placed in front of someone who has experienced a lot of battles, even if he meets someone who has just tasted the wonderful taste.

wrong!Shu Jifeng came to his senses, how could Zuo Qingyue behave like this in front of others!

Thinking of this, Shu Jifeng tightly hugged Zuo Qingyue's waist and looked up at him: "Brother, you can only do this with me in the future."

Zuo Qingyue was stunned for a moment, and when she came to her senses, she quickly bent down and kissed him: "My body and my life belong to you alone, my uncle and boss, please never abandon me."

Uncle Fengyi was moved and said "I love you" for the first time in his life.

After three consecutive nights of blending oil with honey, the war that should have come still came, and Shu Jifeng's internal injuries were almost healed.

This is a crazy war, and the Demon Cultists almost used sacrifices to create illusions one after another that even war horses would fall into.

For the sake of the relatives behind them, the aggressors go forward regardless of life and death; and behind the invaded there are also relatives who need their protection. For this reason, they rush forward one after another, but one after another Diao lost his way in the illusion.

In this battle, Dahe's [-] cavalry were defeated in a very embarrassing situation under the illusion of the Demon Cult.

More and more people from big rivers and rivers and lakes gathered on the border. No matter how many grievances and hatreds there were in the past, they are all standing in the howling north wind at this moment to discuss the plan to retreat from the enemy.

"Old man Dongfeng! If you want me to say that the Demon Cult is so crazy, we should be even more crazy than them! Continuously sending people out, we can always pick off the heads of their Demon Cult people before entering the illusion!"

"Amitabha! Senior Dongfeng, our Shaolin practice is to meditate, why don't we go meet those Demon Cultists for a while."

"Right now, only arrows are the best weapon to deal with them, but our army is running out, and the Demon Cult is full of lunatics, what should we do?"

Dongfeng Sanren didn't make a sound.

Shu Jifeng glanced at Zuo Qingyue beside him, and quietly reached out to hold his hand.

Fingers intertwined.

At this time, if there is a god looking down on the human world, he will definitely dismiss the war between these ant-like humans. Seeing them divided into different races, robbing food and land, can be said to be extremely ignorant.

But ants also have rules for ants to survive, and no one can completely escape from this real world.

Shu Feng understood this truth, and Zuo Qingyue also understood this truth.

33. Battle

People from the Devil's Cult are still sending to the front line in a steady stream, and the Snow Country has used all the power of the whole country to help food. They seem to have the determination to break the cauldron and take the three cities in the north, which are the most fertile in the river.

In recent years, Dahe's national strength has been declining, and his military strength has also dropped again and again. Facing the large-scale invasion of the demon sect, he has been retreating steadily.

The commander-in-chief knows that his ability is limited, so he asks to recommend another candidate.And the generals who were once good at fighting were either killed by traitors, or got old, or retreated in dismay.

Su Yizhi was so worried that his temples' hair turned gray overnight.

Standing behind Dongfeng Sanren, Shu Jifeng looked at the list of dead soldiers piled up in front of Su Yizhi's table, and suddenly understood why his father hated officialdom's fights so much.

The blossoming flowers under peace are watered by the blood of countless soldiers, and those people, hiding under the eaves where there is no wind and sun, use the darkest minds to calculate wealth and power.

How are they worthy of every soldier who calls their father a brother?

"Do you have any ideas?" Dongfeng Sanren suddenly turned around and asked Shu Jifeng for his opinion.

Uncle Jifeng was taken aback, looked at the map hanging on the wall, and said, "It should be here soon."

Su Yizhi didn't understand what he meant, and asked, "What? Who's coming soon?"

"Uncle General, and other generals like him."

When Su Yizhi heard the words "Uncle General", he froze immediately, and a trace of shame flashed across his face: "Uncle General...is no longer alive. It's because our Su family failed to protect him well."

Uncle bowed his head to hold back the tears in his eyes, and said after a while: "General Uncle is just a title, every general who is very strategic and clean can be called General Uncle."

"Uncle, you..." Su Yizhi hesitated to speak, "Forget it, if I can go back alive, I will try my best to clear Uncle General... these heroes."

Uncle bowed his head and didn't say thanks.

As soon as Su Yizhi finished speaking, a voice came from outside the tent: "My lord, Old General Ke is asking to see you!"

It's the old General Ke who is over the age of [-]!An old general who was killed by treacherous ministers and killed all his children and grandchildren.

He is also the actual mentor of Shu Jifeng's father.

"Please!" Su Yizhi's voice choked up because of excitement.

Uncle Feng dare not look back.To the outside world, he was an immature child who was executed with the general's mansion at the age of ten. It was the leader of the night, He Ming, who concealed his identity and allowed him to survive in the capital.

He didn't know if Old General Ke would recognize him.

As soon as Old General Ke entered the tent, he didn't have time to change his clothes. He ignored Su Yizhi and walked straight to the front of the map.

Su Yizhi didn't mind at all, and didn't interrupt Old General Ke's thinking, just stood aside quietly and waited.

"This battle is difficult, the terrain is flat, and the illusion is easier to implement." After a long time, Old General Ke said in a deep voice.

After hearing this, Dongfeng Sanren only asked, "Where did General Ke come from?"

Old General Ke didn't know people from Jianghu, and he only heard about Dongfeng Sanren, so he simply replied: "Jiangnan."

Dongfeng Sanren nodded, and said to himself: "It's almost here."

"What? Is that old general coming again?" Su Yizhi asked sincerely.

Dongfeng Sanren shook his head: "Yunshan Fengjiao is obliged to meet national difficulties, of course I will not be the only one to come here."

"It turns out that you are... from Yunshan outside the world. Disrespect and disrespect!" Old General Ke clasped his hands together, "In this way, I have a bold plan."

Dongfeng Sanren replied: "The old general has a plan, not only Yunshan Fengjiao, but also people from all rivers and lakes in the whole river are at his disposal."

It was night, the military tent was brightly lit, all the generals and the leaders of the rivers and lakes huddled in Su Yizhi's military tent to take orders from General Ke.No one is afraid of danger, and no one cares about credit.

In the early hours of the morning, another announcement came: "My lord, Mr. Lan brought more than 100 people and escorted ten carts of grain, grass, bows and arrows!"

"Please come in!" Su Yizhi ordered.

Mr. Lan was once a young and promising general who was always victorious, but he was persecuted until he made a living by blacksmithing.

The crowded crowd in the military tent made way, and the skinny Mr. Lan walked in on a pair of worn-out straw sandals. Everyone fell silent, and all the soldiers looked solemn.

"Your Majesty," Mr. Lan's expression couldn't be more dull, "A boss surnamed Qian asked me to bring some food and grass, and some people raised money spontaneously, so I brought them here."

"Thank you, old sir!" After Su Yizhi said, he knelt down in front of the table,

"Everyone, I know that the Su family has done many things to you, and I have no reason to ask for your forgiveness. But today, I kneel down, not to apologize for the Su family, but to thank the people of Dahe. If we win this battle, I will I will definitely ask for a tax exemption for three years."

Mr. Lan did not answer.

Seeing that no one answered, Old General Ke stepped forward and said: "We have long since lost the intention of asking for merit. Since the son is benevolent, and he is working for the benefit of the people, we still hope to do what we say."