"Have you heard? The prince of Jingan is engaged to An Nanbo's blind daughter."
"Annan Bo's family must have a demented child. I remember his name was Tiger."
"Three Tigers."
"Yes, it's called Sanhu."
"I dare not say that. Although that idiot is chaotic, he is a fierce general. In his early years, he followed Annanbo on the battlefield. But now that Annanbo is old, it is difficult to hand over his son to others."
"Annan Bo was an old man, and the prince of Jing'an is no longer the prince."
"It is said that he injured his leg and is now disabled."
"Ah? Doesn't this mean you can't be an official?"
"Not only can't he be an official, but if the second brother-in-law of the Marquis of Jing'an family hadn't suddenly died suddenly, it would be impossible to say that the lame prince would be dead now."
In the back room on the first floor, a man in a long gown was sitting drinking, changing glasses.
Just eat and drink and talk loudly.
Wen Yue and Chu Jiuli happened to pass by the corridor and heard the chatter in different partitions.
Those idle words made Chujiu angry.
Just as he was about to go to stop him, Wen Yue pulled him back, shook his head and said, "Don't pay attention."
Although he didn't know why the news spread like wildfire, Wen Yue had no intention of stopping it.
He taught them a lesson, and others said that the people who spread rumors behind the scenes benefited for nothing.
By the time he had stood up, soldiers naturally came to cover up the water and earth.
Wen Yue paused slightly.
I started thinking about who I had sinned against.
Not to mention, these characters with different ideas have already appeared in my mind.
In the past, he was the deputy commander of the Liangdu Army and Horse Department and commanded the Nanya Embroidery Guard. He really offended a lot of people.
There are many people who want his life, and even some people in the palace are not at ease.
The main reason he was able to save his life was Master Xue, who taught him swordsmanship.
This first-class Zang-Refining Realm master had already killed off several waves of assassins for him, leaving many corpses in the Hou Mansion.
Otherwise, these three months will not be easy.
Wen Yue sighed.
The forces he cultivated were basically wiped out, and the intelligence system was returned to the palace.
Even though he stood up, he was still weak.
And because of Xiang Hu, Wen Yue had already decided to join the army to save the people of Daliang.
It just so happens that the battlefield is full of evil spirits, and it can also restrain the ghosts of the deadly battle, blend into the ghost-faced flags, and improve the strength of the gentleman.
I didn’t think much more about it and decided to buy some wine first.
Zuixian Tower is the signature of Liangdu.
Good wine is rare here.
When we met today, Wen Yue actually noticed a little bit of spiritual energy blending into the wine.
Sold some good wine and then returned home.
The guard commander cannot leave the house. Although the prince's house is not small, it is inevitable that he will be in trouble.
The prince is inviting you to a drink today and has prepared some fine wine from Zuixianlou. Xue Yi will definitely come to support him.
In the past, he had prevented many disasters for the prince because of friendship.
It's not for speculation or just to burn the cold stove.
Wen Yue stood up, he was surprised but also very happy.
It can only be said that things seem to have gotten better due to a strange combination of circumstances.
Feeling happy.
It suddenly became clear!
However, he also knew business was serious and did not dare to drink too much.
Even if you are a top-notch Zang-Refining Realm master, if you want to get drunk, you will still get drunk if you don't use your inner energy to resolve the alcohol odor.
So Xue Yi just drank a little and stopped drinking more.
In front of the Sifang table, there were two masters and servants as well as Professor Xue.
After two glasses of wine, the conversation started.
Wen Yue began to inquire: "Master Xue, do you know the situation in the North Army?"
Hearing the prince's inquiry, Xue Yi's hand dropped down while hovering.
Pick up a piece of tofu and put it in front of your eyes.
I thought about it for a long time.
Then he said sadly: "Sir, do you know how uncomfortable I felt when Xiang Hu said those words?"
"Ten years ago, in the battle of Nanyue Mountain, there were nearly 200,000 troops."
"It's gone like mowing grass."
"Regardless of whether you are a second-rate master or a first-rate internal refining general, you can't survive even a moment in that meat-grinding battlefield."
"My head rolled to my feet with a rumbling sound."
"Watching my comrades around me being killed, my enemies killed, and their broken limbs piled up in front of me."
"Listening to the sound of bones cracking next to my ears, blood splattered on my face, I only felt warmth and the biting cold behind me."
Xue Yi clamped the chopsticks in his hand fiercely.
The piece of tofu broke into pieces and fell on the table, waking Xue Yi at the same time.
"From then on, I was disheartened and got rid of my armor, entered Liangdu, and became the guard commander of the Marquis Mansion in order to gain wealth." Xue Yi let out a sigh of relief, as if reminiscing about the past.
Wen Yuezheng asked this question because he knew that Xue Yi had served in the army.
I just didn't expect that Master Xue's old scars would be revealed.
It seems that the battle that year had an extraordinary impact on him.
Wen Yue said frankly: "Master Xue, I want to serve in the Northland Army."
Xue Yi was stunned for a moment, and then said with some uncertainty: "Your Majesty, for things like war... you need to know the soldiers."
Most of the scholar-bureaucrats in the court did not know how to fight, so they could not see clearly the situation of the war.
It would be even more of a joke if they were allowed to lead troops in a war. They would basically lose more than they win.
However, in order to prevent military generals from overestimating themselves, military generals are born shorter than civilian officials. Even if they are of equal rank, military generals must be greeted first.
The implication of Xue Yi's words is that although you, Prince, are an immortal master, you can defeat the Xiantian Grandmaster and many others.
But it’s useless if you can fight alone. You have to bring your brothers to fight.
The formation of troops, the transportation of food and fodder, and the tactics of war all need to be kept up with.
Otherwise, he is just a young boy with no experience at all, and he has not been pressed to the ground and rubbed by the famous generals of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Wen Yue touched his nose.
He had been familiar with military literature since he was a child, and had served as deputy commander of the Military and Horse Department, commanding hundreds of embroidered guards in Nanya. However, he was still uneasy when it came to fighting.
I haven't really tried it, so who knows how it goes.
"Of course, if the prince only acts as a vanguard, I think he will be a rare force." Xue Yi did not attack Wen Yue.
Damn it, if the immortal master goes to the battlefield, the innate master will be shot to death.
No soldiers could stop Wen Yue at all.
When the time comes, you can lead your bodyguards into the enemy's army and kill them directly, thus establishing victory in one fell swoop.
For the time being, Xue Yi's proposal is very reliable.
Tu Shanjun also thinks this is reliable, as there are too few ghosts in the world.
Those ghosts of death battles can easily turn into ghosts under the nourishment of evil spirits.
There are often tens of thousands, or even hundreds of thousands of troops, and the evil spirit left behind after mincing the meat will be huge.
It can completely help him grow up quickly.
This is simply the most ideal situation Tushanjun ever imagined.
After the table dispersed, Wen Yue saw that Xue Yi was hesitant to speak, but in the end he did not ask about the specific situation.
Teacher Xue will naturally say what he wants to say without asking.
Send Xue Yi away.
Wen Yue asked while looking at the courtyard:
"Chujiu, can I still contact you through the line in the palace?"
Chujiu looked embarrassed, shook his head and said: "Since you were injured, the line in the palace has been broken."
"Activate the secret line and inform that person."
"I have recovered from my injuries. I have entered the Xiantian Grandmaster. I believe he will contact us again."
Wen Yue looked at the location of Liangdu Palace and smiled at the corner of his mouth.
That man's situation must be very bad now.
This chapter has been completed!