When Zhao Xiong thought of this, he couldn't help but look at Cao Rui who was standing opposite. His eyes seemed to be asking - "You don't care about your apprentice?"
Cao Rui also gave him a look that seemed to say - "It's not my fault. I only teach kung fu, not the art of war."
In addition, the person who felt the most uncomfortable in his heart was of course Pan Zhuqing, who was beaten down by a wave of disdain and remained silent for a long time. He finally got to where he is today and entered the military world, and Zhao Changyuan finally became
His biggest obstacle.
Pan Jingyuan's hesitant eyes and hesitant expression caught Zhao Changyuan's eye. "General Pan, do you have something to say?" he asked in a slightly gentle tone.
The evil young man thought for a while and finally expressed the doubts he shared with everyone: "Returning to the marshal, my subordinates just find it strange, why do you only allow them to attack but not break the city?"
Zhao Changyuan pursed his lips slightly and expressed his concerns: "Now, how can we have the strength to defend those two cities? If we break the city, we will inevitably lose our troops and waste our military pay. The gain is not worth the loss. Besides, no one wants to make the same mistake again.
"Cao Rui's regiment's tragic experience in Youzhou must have become a nightmare for the army. After hearing what he said, everyone understood it and asked no more questions.
The evil young man also seemed to have understood something: "My subordinates know, you are trying to make the Liao army focus on one thing and not the other."
Zhao Changyuan did not answer, but smiled faintly, then stood up and asked, "Does everyone know their responsibilities?"
"yes!"
"Then let's break up."
Everyone left the tent one after another. Zhao Xiong originally planned to stay and talk to Zhao Changyuan, but it was seen that Pan Zhuqing was still sitting on the chair and did not move. Knowing that he might have more need to talk to his son, he left alone.
When only Pan and Zhao were left in the tent, Pan Zhuqing stood up and walked to the general stand. He said to the man who had been looking at the sand table without looking at him: "Marshal Zhao." Since the enemy who was supposed to be eliminated was killed again.
After coming back, he should figure out what the other party's situation is now.
The other party still didn't raise his eyes to look at him, and his fingers drew incomprehensible curves on the sand table. "Master Pan, what advice do you have?"
Pan Zhuqing was not surprised by his rudeness, but felt a lot more at ease. This guy seemed to be as naive as before. "I don't dare to give you advice. Pan will ask you for advice more in the future. After all, I am new here and there are many things I don't know about."
I understand what I can’t figure out.”
Having said this, Zhao Changyuan slowly raised his head and turned to look at him with a sneer: "Master Pan wears many hats and has to think about so many things all day long. Don't you feel tired? I am pretty good at this kind of military affairs.
, there is no need for you to worry about me for the time being. Just sit here and rest like you are doing today."
Pan Zhuqing became more and more satisfied with Zhao Changyuan's reaction. The more his opponent lost his composure, the more favorable the situation became for him. "Marshal Zhao seems to be overthinking. Pan is just a supervisor. How can he be qualified to intervene in the affairs of the three armed forces?"
But if the emperor asks you one day, I might as well have something to say so as not to be confused by the first question, don’t you think so?"
Zhao Changyuan smiled contemptuously again, lowered his head and played with the sand table again: "You can tell the emperor that it is Zhao Changyuan who hinders your duty of supervising the army."
"Marshal Zhao, I have to remind you. Everyone is jealous, but there are times and things to do. The 300,000 forbidden troops along the border are all the emperor's soldiers, not your precious wife Zhao Changyuan." Pan Zhuqing said.
The intention of his words was very obvious, he wanted to arouse Zhao Changyuan's anger. As long as Gong Yueyue was involved in everything, this pretty boy's sanity would be lost without a trace.
But this time, it somewhat surprised him. In response to his provocation, Zhao Changyuan just raised his eyebrows slightly, still drawing on the sand table unhurriedly in his hand, lightly opening his lips and teeth, and said with a sarcastic smile: "Since in this world,
Even if there is a young person who likes to win people's love, there will naturally be people who will not let him succeed."
Pan Zhuqing still had the same calm expression, but there was already a huge wave in his heart. The person in front of him had obviously changed, and according to his observation, this change seemed to be developing in a direction that he did not want to see. "It's not too early.
Okay, Pan takes his leave."
"I won't send it."
After walking out of the main tent, Pan Zhuqing suddenly turned back to look at Zhao Changyuan in the middle of the general stage, hoping to see an expression of hatred on his face...
But the person in his eyes was still immersed in the virtual war terrain in his hands, and didn't even look at him again.
An hour later, the bored Gong Yueyue jumped up in front of Xiaomei in the room: "What did you say?"
Xiaomei flushed with excitement and repeated what she just said: "I just heard from the people around me that my uncle is back."
As soon as she finished speaking, Gong Yueyue in front of her disappeared from her eyes like a breeze.
After running a few steps, she saw Zhao Xiong coming towards him. Gong Yueyue ran over and asked: "Dad, is he back?"
"Yeah." Zhao Xiong said hesitantly.
But Gong Yueyue didn't notice the embarrassment on her father-in-law's face, because at this time, she was thinking of the bleeding man who was slowly walking towards her.
Under the desolate moonlight, his face, his eyes, his slightly smiling lips, and his leisurely steps were enough to drive away all the coldness that enveloped her this winter.
He took the initiative to run towards her every time. This time, she no longer waited or was reserved. She thought about him so much that she went crazy. She needed him and needed to hold him immediately, and then she would never do it again no matter what.
Let him leave alone. Thinking of this, she ignored the gazes of Zhao Xiong and the guards and flew towards her lover without hesitation...
The laughter of onlookers could be heard all around, and even Zhao Xiong, a middle-aged man who was usually stoic, couldn't help but shake his head and laugh.
At this time, Gong Yueyue finally reacted, froze for a moment, and shook her face away from his hands: "Fang Zhiwen?" she asked with squinting eyes.
"Um."
She yelled angrily: "Get away!" Then she stretched out her hand to push him away.
After running a few steps, Zhao Xiong's voice came from behind: "No need to look for him, he didn't come back."
She stopped at that moment, turned around in surprise and asked, "Didn't you just say that he was back?"
"He returned to Cangzhou, but not back to his hometown."
"Okay." Her cheeks were a little bulging, and she glanced at the innocent Fang Zhiwen hatefully, almost being taken advantage of by this guy. "Then when will he return home? I'll prepare something delicious for him."
"Girl..." Zhao Xiong pursed his lips and said, "He won't be back tonight."
"why?"
"The enemy is currently facing us. He has to stay in the camp these days." Zhao Xiong's tone was a little cautious when he said this, because he saw the joy in her eyes suddenly shattered.
"Okay. I understand." Her face suddenly turned a little pale, and she was definitely disappointed. But her reason told her that this was her husband's bounden duty. At the same time, it was also her bounden duty to wait patiently and silently.
Back in the house, Gong Yueyue was still restless. The person she had been missing but couldn't find was now in this city, in a place she knew. How could she sleep peacefully tonight?
She paced around the room, unable to take a moment to rest. Sometimes she looked out the window, and sometimes she threw herself on the bed...
Xiaomei, who had always been with her, was afraid that the bed frame would collapse sooner or later if she kept struggling like this, so she comforted her: "Miss, having said that, with my uncle's temper, he will definitely come back to see you secretly."
Gong Yueyue jumped up from the bed. Even in the middle of the night, she was as energetic as a chicken blood: "You think so too? That's what I think!"
Xiaomei was speechless by her startled reaction. She just said this casually, if her uncle doesn't come back tonight, then she must strangle herself to death tomorrow?
Thinking of this, Gong Yueyue said something that made Xiaomei even more depressed: "So, I still have to prepare some food in the room to prevent this foodie from crying hungry again in the middle of the night." Action is worse than heartbeat. As soon as he finished speaking, action man Gong Yueyue picked up her leather jacket and put it on, opened the door and walked out of the house while Xiaomei was stunned.
It was so late, and there was no one alive in the kitchen. Gong Yueyue, with Xiaomei's help, spent a long time in the kitchen, leaving both of them covered in black ash. Finally, they managed to light up the fire, warm the stove, and cook the food.
Stir-fry the washed vegetables into the pot.
Seeing that Xiaomei was a little tired, Gong Yueyue felt very unbearable: "Hey, don't stay with me here anymore. Go to bed quickly. Tian Hai should be anxious."
Xiaomei shook her head, patted her face, cheered up and said, "How could I leave you alone to go to bed? Miss, you are really good at speaking."
"Then let's go to my room and watch. If my husband-in-law comes back, come and tell me."
"Miss, I'll cook the food. You can go stay in the room."
Gong Yueyue pushed her toward the kitchen door as she spoke: "No, I want to cook it for him with my own hands."
When Xiaomei arrived at the door, she held the door frame with one hand, turned around, curled her lips, and said something from her heart: "But you are like this, which makes people feel uncomfortable." After all, winter nights are the most lonely and cold time.
Gong Yueyue still smiled and pushed her away with narrowed eyes: "Okay, stop nagging. What if he doesn't see me when he comes back and leaves again? Go quickly, go quickly."
Xiaomei suddenly woke up, rubbing her eyes and mumbling: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, miss, I didn't mean to fall asleep... I really... can't open my eyes..."
Gong Yueyue rubbed her cold arm distressedly: "Fool, if you are sleepy, just go back to the room. What should you do if you are sick?"
"My...uncle is back?"
"Not yet, you go back to sleep."
With Gong Yueyue's help, Xiaomei finally stood up from the ground: "Miss, you should also rest. Look, there is a big black spot under your eyes."
"I know, I'll go to sleep later."
Back in the house, Gong Yueyue put the lunch box on the table, washed up, changed into clean pajamas and got into bed. But she did not intend to fall asleep, but still kept a light in the house.
.It is convenient for those who go home to find her direction. (To be continued)