"Yinyin wants to reply?" asked King Xuan.

Xue Qingyin nodded.

When Fang Chengzhong helped bring the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, she almost couldn't wait to grab the pen.

King Xuan narrowed his eyes: "Don't I need to write for you?"

Xue Qingyin shook her head repeatedly: "No need or not."

King Xuan pursed his lower lip and said in a slight tone: "I still remember the letter Yin Yin gave me before..."

That didn't even write a single word.

Xue Qingyin's memory was briefly restored, but how could she feel guilty?

She looked innocent and asked him back, "What? Do your Highness don't like it?"

King Xuan: “…”

"If you don't like it, I won't do it next time." Xue Qingyin pursed.

King Xuan had no choice but to: "...I like it."

Fang Chengzhong couldn't help but coughed lightly from the side: "The ink is ground."

Xue Qingyin responded: "Here you come." Then she walked straight to the master's seat of King Xuan.

There was a big case there. On weekdays, King Xuan looked through the map here and then decided on military strategies. The seat behind the case was wide, with patterns carved on the top of the body, enough to stuff three people at the same time.

Today Xue Qingyin swaggered and occupied King Xuan's seat and slapped at the table.

Um……

Xue Qingyin wrinkled her nose unhappily: "Is my hands short?"

Why do you have to reach the desktop so hard?

Fang Chengzhong laughed silently behind him, not daring to laugh too loudly.

He coughed lightly, and quickly raised the table with the soldiers beside him and brought it closer to her.

Xue Qingyin felt relieved only now.

Although...

She looked down at her toes.

Well... my feet are a little too unbearable to the ground.

"Take a foot." Xuan Wangdao.

The sender couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth when he saw this.

This is the case where Xue Qingyin filed a pen and complained first—

Old man Hou Qiyun, you know how to find my husband when you have something to do, and you can pick on your nose when you have nothing to do.

There is also the army of the King of Wei who borrowed us from many stone grains and grass. I don’t know how much, but I will pay for it.

No one in the capital is gossiping about me? I am so miserable in Yizhou. Who is talking bad about me? Ask my father to chop him up...

I finished writing it in one go.

Xue Qingyin gave it to the sender directly: "You go back."

The sender looked at the face of King Xuan beside him. Seeing that he had no intention of stopping him, he bent down deeply, gave a big gift, and then quickly turned back, got on his horse and left.

After the person walked away, King Xuan slowly walked back to Xue Qingyin and said, "Yinyin should write a letter to me next time."

"Well... don't you want that?" she said and gently tapped her lips.

King Xuan's eyes darkened and he said in a deep voice: "...you want it."

Xue Qingyin smacked her lips: "Why is Your Highness so greedy..."

She paused, and before she could speak again, she suddenly said, "But don't have to wait for King Xuan to speak again."

King Xuan's eyes flashed, and he still responded to her words, saying, "Well. There will be no next time."

If you don’t separate anymore, how can you write a letter?

In the end, King Xuan still failed to teach Xue Qingyin how to use a knife.

However, he took Xue Qingyin up the city tower and looked into the distance...

Xue Qingyin was stunned: "Over there... is the land of the Meng Dynasty?"

King Xuan responded: "Yes."

Xue Qingyin lay on the wall, stretched her neck unconsciously, as if she could sniff the scent of the ice and snow on the top of the mountain.

She murmured, "You are so awesome..."

Only two cities were separated, and the entire Yizhou land was taken back by King Xuan.

The following is the Meng tribe who is going to have a headache, how to prevent this tiger from entering their territory.

Xue Qingyin couldn't help but sigh with praise.

But King Xuan hugged her from behind.

He whispered, "Not as good as Yin Yin."

Xue Qingyin blushed and thought to herself that I still know how much I have. It is probably in your heart that I am better than you.

The wind blows, blowing the flags on the city walls.

Time seems to slow down in my ears.

What is completely different from this warmth is the Meng tribe camp on the other side.

From the original intention and the spirit of being high, it quickly fell to the current retreat...

No one can accept it.

"Is it because my Meng tribe won the Liang Dynasty?" Someone gritted his teeth fiercely.

"It's just that I'm not as good as King Xuan." The Meng clan king was very sober and did not feel much self-pity.

"Even if King Xuan is not here, we can attack Yizhou, and I'm afraid we will only take the initiative of our internal support." Someone sighed, his face full of frustration.

The more proud a person is, the more he is called King Xuan to behave like this, the more he can't help but doubt himself.

After hearing this, the King of Meng clan still remained unwavering and said, "Weapon is a trick of inciting others. Isn't it a kind of military tactic?"

"But Wang, now we..."

Lin Gu suddenly interrupted and said, "Kill their people."

Lin Gu said and raised his head: "We should ask Liang Chao to taste the pain, instead of just being passively driven out by them..."

The ministers did not speak when they heard the sound.

But I felt a little bit aware of it.

On the contrary, the other generals did not speak. Recently, they had many disagreements with the national teacher in the matter against the enemy... Now that they heard Lin Gu say something, they instinctively wanted to refute it.

But I don't know where to refute it for a while.

The Meng clan king frowned and said, "Do you know what the Liang Dynasty calls such a person?"

The ministers looked up in confusion.

The Meng clan king made a sound: "Barish."

"I don't want to be a barbarian."

When the ministers thought, the king's words were also very reasonable.

Lin Guyi frowned and said sternly: "What barbarians? That's just a principle drawn by the Liang Dynasty. If my Meng clan can be king in the Central Plains, then our principle will be new..."

Lin Gu couldn't remember what to say in Liang Chao's words for the following words.

"These Central Plains people are different. It is not that anyone who wins can be regarded as the norm." The King of Meng clan glanced at him and said coldly.

Now Lin Gu knew that the word is called "Guoqian".

Liang Chao's words are complicated.

"They believe in the words of the saints and praise the Zhou rituals. If the emperor makes mistakes, they will all give advice from the censors... Is it so easy for the national teacher to say?" The Meng clan's king.

The ministers showed a hint of enlightenment and said, "Is this the difference between us and the Liang Dynasty?"

The Meng clan king didn't say anything.

He doesn't need a censor, he only has supreme centralization.

It’s just that the pride in his heart supports him not to do anything that can kill indiscriminately…

If you really do this, you will probably be even shorter than that King Xuan!

Lin Gu was still dissatisfied: "Then King Xuan is a person who kills indiscriminately. What? If he does this, isn't he considered a barbarian?"

The general on the side reminded: "The national master forgot that he had entered the Northern Di and was the only ones in the royal family who had slaughtered them."
To be continued...