The wind from the river outside the window became stronger, and bigger and bigger snowflakes blew in from outside.
There is a green mist-colored bronze stove in each corner of the house. Below it is hot smokeless charcoal. The boiling water flows down like a small fountain or waterfall. When it is full, it is pressed to the small mechanism below, which will send the boiling water back to the top.
A few guys came in, added new water to the furnace, and poured two drops of essential oil into it.
The light fragrance spreads along with the warmth, and even if the windows are wide open, you will not feel cold.
But the atmosphere in the house cannot be warmed no matter how much smokeless charcoal is burned.
Nie Huimo, who wanted to kill someone, Xin Shun, who looked embarrassed, Zhan Ning, who was watching the show, and his eyes were bright, but his mind was running fast, and he went through the entire topography of Panzhou, Huazhou and the surrounding states and provinces.
Xia Zhaoyi wondered why the two people in front of her appeared here.
After the guys retreated, Xin Shun said: "Our general is the owner behind this restaurant."
"Tell me if you, sir, are too private."
"Since I want to make friends with Miss Ali, I must be honest. If Miss Ali wants to see us in the future, this place can be regarded as a message station."
"Aren't you afraid that I will talk to Zhuang Mengyao or Song Zhiyi?"
"Hahaha," Xin Shun laughed brightly, "Miss Ali can't do it. However, speaking of all the accumulation in the past, there is a saying in this world, which is that no one knows each other without fighting, which is also called turning enemies into friends."
Seeing him like this, Xia Zhaoyi felt a little headache and helpless.
Although Xin Shun was a counselor, there were many categories of counselors, including those who planned the city, those who planned the army, and those who planned the hearts and minds of the people.
People like Xin Shun belong to those who seek the people.
Xia Zhaoyi read his articles in recent years, which emphasized humaneness and harmony, and strongly advocated and promoted the clarity of the law.
His "On Laws of the Qing Dynasty" was Xia Zhaoyi's favorite. The article proposed that laws and regulations can be strict, but they must be transparent and not ambiguous.
For example, you must never convict someone with just one sentence that violates public order and good customs.
The law must be detailed, the rules must be clear, and the crimes must be clear. There cannot be no specific standards, only general concepts, and then the power delegated is infinite, and sentencing is based on the mood of any law enforcement officer.
Xia Zhaoyi quite appreciated Xin Shun's ideas.
Tian Dayao went on a rampage wielding an axe, killing recklessly everywhere, but having a benevolent man like Xin Shun under his command was indeed a blessing for Tian Dayao and the millions of people in the land that Tian Dayao had seized.
Therefore, Xia Zhaoyi had a lot of good feelings and admiration for Xin Shun, but it was limited to this. She did not want to communicate, let alone have a deep friendship, because she did not like Tian Dayao.
However, Xin Shun's enthusiasm gave Xia Zhaoyi a headache.
Her expressions fell into Nie Huimo's eyes, causing waves of dissatisfaction.
From the beginning to the end, he never mentioned that he wanted to be friends with the other party. Xin Shun was the one talking and talking.
On the contrary, it made him feel like he was pressing a hot face against a cold butt, begging her to make friends with her.
It’s really…the more I think about it, the more unhappy I become.
"Sir's enthusiasm should be brought to an end," Nie Huimo said coldly, "Don't embarrass the little girl, and it's hard to say no."
"What a pity in life." Xin Shun chuckled at Xia Zhaoyi.
Xia Zhaoyi nodded lightly at him and looked at Nie Huimo: "I've already thought about who I want to kill. I'll be on my way soon."
"Why are you going to Huazhou?" Nie Huimo asked.
"You may not believe me if I tell the truth, and you won't be upset if I tell lies, because you know very well that you and I have different positions. So, why are you asking?"
Nie Huimo sneered: "You can answer it in one sentence, you have to go round and round."
"I've taken it apart, broken it into pieces and told you clearly, where are the twists and turns?"
"We have issued a letter of war to Zhuang Mengyao and will send troops to Panzhou in the near future. If you have nothing else to do, it is best not to hang around in this area. No matter how strong you are, you will not be able to defeat a million-strong army."
Xia Zhaoyi raised his eyebrows lightly: "You want to attack Panzhou?"
"Yes," Nie Huimo raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you think it is the truth or a lie?"
Xia Zhaoyi said nothing, looking into Nie Huimo's eyes. The mountains, rivers, cities and villages that he remembered in his mind rose up one after another, cracked open, and finally formed a big picture.
Tian Dayao was meeting with the Eight Capital Military Envoys from Congxin. Xia Zhaoyi knew that they would take action in the spring of next year, but he did not expect it to be so soon.
But, beating Panzhou?
Not to mention Panzhou, even Youzhou where the Eighth Army met has not yet been completely unified.
Song Zhiyi's general Wen Lang, who was flooded in Weiping Mansion, may be planning to celebrate the New Year in Youzhou this year.
Why not unify the whole province of Youzhou first and then attack Panzhou?
Or was it only a few of the troops from the Eighth Army's rendezvous that attacked Panzhou?
Nie Huimo felt that she seemed to be looking at him, but her eyes seemed to pass through him and look at someone else.
The bright eyes are not wandering and distracted, but on the contrary, they are clear, bright and piercing.
Nie Huimo suddenly felt... he couldn't bear it.
In front of him, women have always been submissive, flattering and obedient.
Even a woman like Mrs. Qu, who has lived the most chic life, is never disrespectful in front of him.
Only the one in front of me, she, she even beat him with a table leg.
Not to mention Zhang Ling's sharp tongue. He made several remarks that he didn't know how to refute.
Since the few fights with her, those women seemed to have lost their luster.
He is a normal man, full of vigor. He stopped touching women for more than a month, and finally fell in love with one, whose facial features were more or less similar to hers.
He didn't even notice it himself, but it was Konoe Ling Yang who mentioned it.
Nie Huimo thought he was crazy.
Now, this young girl was sitting in front of him, alive and powerful. Her aura of self-confidence and calmness made her face so crystal clear that it seemed to be able to shine.
There is truly no woman in the world who can compare to her.
"Ahem..." Xin Shun broke the silence with a low cough.
Nie Huimo looked at him.
Xia Zhaoyi also came back to his senses and looked at Xin Shun.
Xin Shun didn't even know who he was waking up with this slight cough.
Xia Zhaoyi looked at Nie Huimo and said calmly: "Whether it's true or not, Panzhou is not that good."
"What do you think, Miss Ali?"
"It's not important," Xia Zhaoyi said, "but I have a message for you."
"Send me a message?" Nie Huimo became interested.
"Not long ago, I personally killed Qian Yuandeng, a son of General Qian Xutian of Li Qianzhen. The news of his death must have been sent to Hejing."
"This news," Nie Huimo said, "seems useless to me?"
Tian Dayao and Li Qian in the east are separated by thousands of miles, and there is Song Zhiyi's Great Ping Dynasty in the middle.
