Cannon fodder beauty master awakens

Even though Yuzhou City was successfully defended, the casualties of the Longxi Army and the Yuzhou Defenders were still a bit heavy. After counting for several days, the statistics of the names and numbers of casualties were completed, and they were ready to report back to Yandu, so that The Ministry of Households allocates pensions for their families.

Zhang Rong's injury was not serious, and he was about to lead his troops back to Longxi after only two days of convalescence, but was restrained by Jiang Yi.

"Although the old man is old, he is getting stronger and stronger."

Holding the flagon, the old general murmured disagreement: "Wang Bo said, "When you grow old, you will grow stronger, and you would rather change your heart with a white head." Now that the Uzians are still alive, how can I survive here? "

Jiang Yi had a headache and said, "It's not that I want you to live. It's because the current situation in Longxi is not good, which is not conducive to the healing of your injury. You listen to me and go back to Yandu to rest for a few months, and return to Longxi when the injury is healed. Is that good?"

Zhang Rong still disagreed: "If I leave, who can take care of Longxi?"

Who can take care of Longxi?

Jiang Yi already had a candidate in his mind, but now it was hard to say, he just said vaguely: "I have already made a plan, so you don't have to worry about it."

"Do you have a plan? What are your plans?" Rong Zhang said coldly, "If you don't take advantage of the victory and pursue it, you'll make the Nausi people look good."

Jiang Yi really couldn't resist the stubborn old man, so he could only perfunctory him by saying that he would think about it again, and finally sent him back to the room.

Regarding Longxi, he actually had his own considerations.

According to normal people's thinking, in this situation where both sides are seriously injured, they will definitely not rush to fight a second battle.

But Commander Wusi is not an ordinary person, and he doesn't do ordinary things. Maybe he will take advantage of the Yan army's laxity to launch a counterattack unexpectedly.

He put aside Yuzhou Zhoumu's daily confession book, and he didn't have time to deal with this moth right now.

Compared to those in Yandu, Shou Chen has a bit of a conscience.

Although the news in Yuzhou has been blocked in recent days, there are still news from Yandu from time to time. The general meaning is that Emperor Hongwen has been in poor health since the beginning of spring. Once he coughed up blood in the Imperial Study Room, and scared a bunch of servants to their knees on the ground, fearing that he would be charged with "not taking good care of him" and lose his head.

Numerous doctors entered the palace to consult Emperor Hongwen, but they came to completely different conclusions.

Some people said that he had a cold, while others argued that it looked like a sign of a cold, but in fact it was not a cold, but a difficult disease that had never been seen before.

In short, Yandu was making a fuss.It's about the safety of the emperor's dragon body, and even the entrained scandals are much less, but there is a sentence in a few words——

Xuan Guifei's belly is getting bigger and bigger.

These are all Jiang Yi listened to Song Chen.

This Longzhou state shepherd is very lively, waving his folding fan from the street to the alley every day, he doesn't look like a state shepherd, squatting on the wall with ordinary people, eating melon seeds and drinking tea that has lost its color. Listen to the gossip with relish.

If it wasn't for taking care of his face, Jiang Yi wanted to let the people of the whole Dayan know that the well-known writer of erotic slang books "Lanling Youxingchen" is the governor of Longzhou.

Right now, this master had just finished talking about Concubine Xuangui's deep love for Emperor Hongwen and his wife, he sipped his tea dryly, and suddenly said, "Jiang Ziming, who lives in this house?"

Jiang Yi was thinking about the documents to send to Yandu, when he heard the words, he replied casually: "My enemy..."

"enemy?"

Song Chen narrowed his phoenix eyes slightly, as if he didn't believe what he said.

Ever since Xie Bi'an was going to bring Pei Xiangyun back to his soul for the first seven days, Jiang Yi asked Shou Chen to change him to such a suite in the state mansion.

There is a wing room inside and a wing room outside, so as not to let the servants run into Bai Wuchang in the blue sky and frighten people to death.

These days, Jiang Yi has been busy arranging several forces, and by the way, quarreled with Yandu's household military department as usual, and rarely remembered that there was such a person in the house.

If Song Chen hadn't mentioned it just now, he would have almost forgotten that today is Pei Xiangyun's first seven.

Jiang Yi himself couldn't figure out how to face this traitor right now.

In his previous life, he was indeed the one who killed many people, and in this life, he was indeed the one who exchanged his life for the safety of the people in this city.

He sighed softly, put the pen in his hand on the pen holder beside him, and looked up at the person sitting opposite: "You are very free."

"Then what can I do?"

Song Chen was peeling grapes, and the juice from the pulp splashed on his fingers: "In terms of status, Longzhou is no better than Yuzhou. Yuzhou is a fortress here, and our Longzhou has at most Chengdeng County, which signed an alliance, far behind Yuzhou The importance of it. Naturally, the pressure on me is much less, and coupled with the adjutant's ability, life is naturally much better."

After he finished speaking, he paused, raised his eyes to look at Jiang Yi: "Do you know why I said you are not doing well, Jiang Ziming?"

Jiang Yiwu stared at the paperwork on the table and gave a perfunctory "hmm".

"Since what happened in Chengdeng County last time, I thought you figured it out, but now it seems that you still don't understand it very well..." Song Chen's voice was lazy, and he reached out to fiddle with the white pieces in the chess basket, " Even though we were taught to be loyal to the emperor and serve the country in our private school, but if you think about it carefully, in this moth-ridden world, who are you going to do things for?"

Jiang Yi's hand stroking the scroll paused, and said softly, "I know..."

"It's all the better if you know."

Song Chen covered his lips and yawned, rubbing his eyes as if sleepy: "I'll remind the Prime Minister. This homeland is lovely, and the people in this homeland are simple and kind. of……"

He changed the subject: "You can't say it, you'll lose your head if you say it."

The candle flame "cracked" and Jiang Yi suddenly said, "Thank you, but I've already thought about it before."

"The acne that should be gouged out must be gouged out, and the branches that should be cut off must also be disposed of. If there is no destruction, there is no establishment. If you want to change all this, you must first dispose of all the old dross."

Jiang Yi looked at him with his cheeks propped up, with a faint smile in his eyes: "Is what I said right, Song Tanhua?"

Song Chen met his gaze, gave a "tsk" with some displeasure, and looked away: "Ask me what to do? Ask yourself."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and announced as if pointing to the sky and the earth: "I resigned from office this year, wandering around the world, and become a scholar who only asks about joys and sorrows, and no longer cares about the bird affairs in this temple."

Jiang Yi was too lazy to expose his so-called "scholar who doesn't care about joys and sorrows", so he said "hmm" again, and continued to write his notes.

Song Chen left with a high profile, and he was the only one left in the room.

He quietly watched the dancing candles for a while, then he collected his thoughts and focused on the file on the table again.

A few days ago, after Song Chen heard the ins and outs that he had blurred, it was a bit too cold to say that he was true.

After Jiang Yi listened to it, he pretended he didn't hear it, and he did his best to finish the paperwork that he had to deal with every day, and rarely went in to take a look at Pei Xiangyun.

What's the use of seeing it?

It is not in his character to sit by the bed without thinking about eating and drinking, and not doing business.

If this is cruelty, then Jiang Yi has nothing to say.

He made the last stroke and just breathed a sigh of relief when the closed door was pushed open.

Before putting down the pen in his hand, the ink fell on the edge of the white paper, blurring a piece of black from deep to light.

Jiang Yi looked up and only saw Xie Bi'an.

"Busy?" Xie Bi'an naturally walked to the table and sat down, "I've never seen you like this, and I didn't even go in to take a look."

"What's the use of seeing it?"

Jiang Yi's tone was very light, restraining the previous moment of emotional fluctuations: "I have my own business to attend to, so there is no need to put all my heart on him."

"No wonder……"

Xie Bi'an sighed: "It's also fortunate that you have this temperament, otherwise if you continue to spoil him for the rest of your life, I don't know what the consequences will be."

Jiang Yi put the pen on the pen stand, and said softly, "Actually, what I don't understand is, why do I have to make this decision?"

Xie Bi'an is a ghost messenger of the underworld, and it is clearly something he can do with a wave of his hand to hook a person's soul back from the underworld.If he was worried that the world line would be disturbed, he didn't need to ask Jiang Yi specifically.

What's more, what if Jiang Yi didn't agree to let Pei Xiangyun come back to life?

Xie Bi'an pressed his knuckles to the corners of his eyes, and his voice was unusually tired: "This is the rule of the underworld. Even if you go back, you have to get your consent. We never buy or sell by force. I told you before, if You didn't agree to let that person come back to life, but it's okay, but you can't stay in this world any longer, and you will be sent back to the original plane immediately."

After he finished speaking, he paused, and then tried again: "Do you still have something to do, don't you want to go back?"

"Yes."

Jiang Yi slowly caressed the edge of the scroll: "There are still many things that have only been checked for most of the part, but the ending is missing. I am not reconciled."

"As expected of you."

The implication is that if there is nothing in this world that he can't let go of, he will probably let Pei Xiangyun's soul be wiped out by the laws of the three realms.

Xie Bi'an let out a "hiss", and stood up from the table: "Master Jiang is still ruthless, I feel ashamed."

Jiang Yi moved his lips, but he still didn't ask anything about Pei Xiangyun.

"It is estimated that he will wake up in a while..." Xie Bi'an said, "The injuries on his body will slowly recover, and it will not heal in ten and a half months. Some irreversible scars cannot be repaired, so we can only leave caught."

After he finished speaking, he cast a coquettish wink at Jiang Yi: "Tomorrow, my next colleague will take over again. I wish you good luck."

The elusive Bai Wuchang lightly tapped his cane on the ground, a flash of white light flashed by, and then disappeared into the candlelight with his figure.

Jiang Yi put the written note away, thought for a while, then slowly got up and walked into the house.

Xie Bi'an didn't seem to have the habit of lighting a lamp, and the room was pitch black.

Jiang Yi turned on a small lamp on the table, and the flickering light flickered in the room.

He looked down at the still silent person on the bed, and found that Xie Bi'an seemed to have erased some scars on his body by some means.

If it is said that they have the secret method of "backtracking", then is this so-called "backtracking" also a process similar to "backtracking"?

He was thinking wildly in his mind, and was about to turn around and leave, when he caught a glimpse of Pei Xiangyun's fingers moving from the corner of his eye.

Jiang Yi suddenly stopped in place, as if at a loss as if he had been caught for doing something wrong, and then a touch of softness that was still cold seemed to be struggling to touch his fingertips.

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I just want to write an update today (exploration)