Rebirth of the fairy in the painting

On the way to the main tent, An Xining happened to meet General Yan Shen.

"I have seen the Fifth Highness."

"Strict generals are very polite." An Xining gave him a hand, his tone was neither salty nor weak, and he put on the posture of a high-ranking person just right.

"General Yan Shen has been enjoying himself recently."

General Yan Shen's expression was complete: "The final general does not know what His Highness means."

An Xining smiled but said, "It is because of General Yan Can's ingenious plan that our army was able to successfully intercept the food and grass of the Xiao Clan. General Yan Can not do nothing for this. A few days ago, our hall heard that you had won a big battle. It's really gratifying to congratulate, when I return to the capital someday, my father will definitely reward me, and I can expect to be promoted to an official position at that time."

General Yan Shen fearfully said: "The last general dare not take the credit, it's all thanks to the soldiers and Your Highness."

"Haha, General Yan Shen, why bother to be so modest."

"Fear at the end."

"Hey, Your Highness, Lao Yan, why are you both standing at the door and not going in, the north wind is blowing like a panic."

General Zhu's loud voice came from behind: "If you don't go in, my old Zhu will go in first."

General Yan Shen laughed dryly, stretched out his hand to pull up the curtain for the two of them, and then entered the main tent together.

The other generals had already arrived, and Marshal Chen was sitting on the main seat, talking and laughing with the military advisers around him, with a smile on his always rigorous face.

"Marshal, what good thing has happened to you?"

"Your Highness," Marshal Chen hurriedly stood up when he saw An Xining coming, "please sit down."

An Xining was not polite either, walked to his seat and sat down and said: "Marshal hasn't told this hall yet, what makes you so happy."

Marshal Chen caressed his beard and smiled: "Your Highness, do you know that Shi Luanfeng, the King of the Xiao Clan, is dying?"

An Xining was taken aback: "In July, we heard people saying that he was seriously ill, but it's been five months and we haven't seen him. Is the news of Marshal reliable?"

"Your Highness, don't worry, the news is absolutely reliable," said the military adviser standing next to Marshal Chen, "Now the eldest prince and the third prince of the Xiao clan are at the front line. The voice of Prince Shi Jiena is raging, and the supporters of the two factions are at war, and the quarrel is inextricable, and the spies report that the Xiao Clan has decided to determine the king based on our military achievements on the battlefield of the Xia Dynasty."

An Xining snorted coldly: "These two people think that I, Daxia, are easy to deceive and use this military achievement as a bargaining chip to seize the throne. It is really beyond their control. This palace wants to see how capable they are to fight us .”

General Zhu patted the table and chairs, and said harshly: "These bastards, who can't clean up their own housework, still want to come and miss me Daxia? If they dare to come, grandpa will let him learn how to behave."

Marshal Chen pondered for a moment: "Now the Xiao clan is nothing to worry about. What we have to do is to minimize the losses of our army and win this battle beautifully. I wonder if the generals have any good strategies?"

An Xining lightly tapped the table with his index knuckles, and smiled: "Then we'll give him a fight between the snipe and the clam, and the fisherman will benefit."

Marshal Chen nodded: "That's a good idea. Neither the eldest prince nor the third prince of the Xiao clan are easy to get along with. One is militaristic and the other is treacherous. Any one of them inherits the throne. It’s not a good thing to say, it’s best to let the two fight to the death in this battle, and the current plan is how to provoke their relationship.”

The old god An Xining is here: "Their relationship is already incompatible without provocation. Now that Shi Jiena has the military power, as long as he is moved, the Xiao clan will naturally be separated."

Yan Shen will straighten his armor: "Your Highness the Fifth Highness said so confidently, do you think you have an idea?"

An Xining concealed his disgust, and said, "Of course I have an idea."

"I don't know if I will be lucky enough to listen."

"Hehe, don't be in a hurry, General Yan. This hall not only asks you to listen, but also entrusts you with important tasks."

Yan Shenjiang's heart skipped a beat, like a thorn in his back, and his face changed instantly.The other generals might not be able to tell, but as the person involved, how could General Yan not know that An Xining was seeking revenge.

"What will His Highness Fifth do?"

"Why should General Yan be in a hurry?" An Xining turned the teacup in his hand, turned to Marshal Chen and said, "In the army of the Xiao clan, what is most lacking now is food and grass. If they are intercepted by us, they will definitely lose in a protracted battle, so this hall guesses that they must do everything possible to find food and grass, and we can also use this to lure the snake out of the hole."

"How to lure a snake out of its hole?"

"Let the Xiao Clan intercept our food and grass."

"When the time comes, my old Zhu will lead a team to slaughter those little bastards who cut food and grass?" General Zhu asked, stroking his beard.

"No," An Xining said with a half-smile, "we have to give in."

"How can this be done!" General Zhu slapped the table, "Feed those bastards with my food? I won't do it."

"Haha, General Zhu, stay safe and don't be impatient," the military adviser said, shaking his fan, "I think His Highness's plan is feasible."

As soon as these words came out, General Zhu immediately looked at him with eyes that hated iron and steel: "Old Lian, why are you so confused."

The military adviser pointed at General Zhu with a fan and scolded with a smile: "You are the one who is confused."

General Zhu hummed unconvinced: "Even if we want to give it, they may not be willing to accept it."

After drinking the tea, An Xining said slowly, "That depends on our acting skills."

Early the next morning, when An Xining came down from the training ground and returned to the tent, he saw that it was empty inside, and there was no one there. He called Zi Hua a few times but no one responded, and even the tea on the table was completely cold.

An Xining suddenly panicked, could it be that he went too far yesterday and left Zihua in anger?Thinking of this possibility, cold sweat broke out from his head in an instant, and he hurriedly went to the bedside to get the scroll, and he couldn't even untie the rope in panic.

The scroll unfolded inch by inch, and An Xining's heart fell back when he saw a blank space inside.Sitting on the edge of the bed weakly, he just felt that the scare just now cost him half his life, and he would never let Zihua leave his sight for half a step, his little heart couldn't stand it. And frightened again and again.

In a daze, Shi Da ran in from outside the tent: "Your Highness, you are back, and this subordinate is going to look for you?"

An Xining looked at him strangely: "Why are you looking for this hall? By the way, you have seen Zi Hua."

As soon as the words fell, Shi Da said excitedly: "Just now, Wuchang Tian in the battalion captured a BMW. It is said that it is a thousand-mile horse, but it is too hot-tempered and cannot be subdued at all, so he said that as long as anyone can subdue it This fierce horse, I will give the horse to that person, and the young master will go there after hearing about it, and I am afraid it is about to start now."

An Xining became anxious when he heard that, if that horse was really hot-tempered and unruly, it would be a good idea to drop his Zihua.

"Where are they now? Take the hall quickly."

It is said to be a horse training ground, but it is actually a small sandy field blocked by a circle of wood. Zihua is dressed in white clothes and sits on a white horse. However, Zihua can only keep his balance by holding the rein with both hands and clamping the horse's belly tightly with his legs, so as not to be thrown off by the horse.

Without the aid of a saddle, it takes a lot of effort for ordinary people to sit on a docile horse, not to mention that Zihua is sitting on a fierce and unruly horse, so it is even more dangerous and thrilling.

Although Zihua has a good sense of balance, the white horse is not easy to get along with. He keeps turning around, jumping and running, kicking his hind legs to throw Zihua off his back, and the people around are screaming and excited endlessly.

After the white horse passed by a side without dropping Zihua, suddenly the horse stood up tall, its two front hooves lifted off the ground, and it raised its head and neighed to the sky.

Zi Hua was careless and almost slipped off the horse's back, but fortunately he had quick eyesight and quick hands, he quickly grasped the rein with one hand and the mane with the other, and finally stopped the castration.

When An Xining first arrived, what he saw was just like this. When Zihua was thrown up by the white horse, he felt his heartbeat stop suddenly and his limbs went limp. He also stopped restless, but he still stood on the spot, unable to slow down.

"Your Highness, are you alright?"

No matter how stupid Shi Da was, he knew something was wrong when he saw An Xining's pale face.

"It's okay." An Xining waved his hands, his voice was full of exhaustion. He had been frightened for the past two days, and he couldn't be more troublesome.

At this moment, Zihua led the white horse out amidst the cheers of the crowd, with a rare pride on his face, when he saw An Xining, the look in his eyes lit up, and his whole person immediately softened.

"An Xining, why are you here?"

All the worries and anxiety disappeared in Zi Hua's cold voice, and An Xining raised the corner of his mouth: "I heard Shi Da said that you are coming to tame this wild horse, so come over and have a look."

Speaking of the white horse that had just been tamed, Zi Hua tightened his grip on the rein, and patted the horse's neck with his right hand, with joy in his eyes: "What do you think of this horse?"

An Xining was distracted to look at the white horse. He saw a healthy and elegant body, with a snow-white body without any stray hairs, flowing and smooth mane, and big and energetic eyes. Not too much.

"That's right. It has strong limbs, big eyes and high stature. It is indeed a good horse. I don't know if Zihua has given him a good name."

Having received An Xining's praise, Zi Hua felt more and more satisfied: "Su Yue, what do you think of this name?"

"It's quite suitable for this horse," An Xining said pretending to be jealous, "Ma'er, Ma'er, you are so lucky to be named by Zi Hua as soon as you come here. This hall is so envious."

Zi Hua was amused: "I'll be glib."

At ten o'clock in the middle of the night, the originally quiet barracks suddenly fell into a commotion. Soldiers on watch at night beat every tent with gongs and drums, waking up the sleeping soldiers.

After An Xining put on his coat for Zihua who got up, he grabbed a passing soldier and asked, "What happened, why are you in such a panic?"

The soldier was rushing forward with a bucket in his hand. He was quite impatient when he was stopped, but when he saw that it was An Xining, he immediately softened his attitude: "Return to Your Highness, it is our army's granary that is on fire!"

When An Xining heard this, his face sank immediately. It was okay to burn the food and grass, so he hurriedly took Zihua and walked towards the fire.