Mu Yunhan was a little sad but angry: "What's wrong with you? Am I your enemy? Why do you always make each other unhappy every time we meet?
How can you curse someone to death like this? You should say wishing me all my wishes come true and I come back safely. This is the correct way to interact."
"Because you made me unhappy, why should I make you happy?" Meng Jia always made sense: "You are not my person!"
"Okay, everything you said is right, let's leave it like that." Mu Yunhan took the pen and ink paper that he had prepared earlier: "Please give me the warrant, General Meng."
Meng Jia ignored her: "Now is not a good time to cross the river. You will be shot into a sieve before you get halfway. You come from the capital and tell me about the situation there."
In fact, he has spies in the capital, who will send back information about the situation there every once in a while.
But when exchanging information, there will always be unexpected surprises, because different people have different ways of looking at problems and different priorities, and many major events are hidden in these inconspicuous details.
Mu Yunhan told him what he knew and what he had experienced along the way.
King Fuchuan wanted to ascend to power, so he recruited troops and bought horses and won people's hearts.
He also reduced taxes, recruited wise men, gave preferential treatment to the clan, treated ministers and officials favorably, and it seemed that he was prospering.
Meng Jia sneered: "The only thing he has done well in his life is to control the epidemic in Lanjing City and not let the epidemic spread outside the capital.
But I heard that this matter was also done with the help of our selfless priest. Tell me, what does your ninth uncle have in his head?"
Seeing that he had a mocking expression again, Mu Yunhan couldn't help but feel a little unhappy: "Don't talk about him like that. He saved so many innocent people, isn't that good?"
Meng Jia's expression became more and more mean and acrimonious: "What's wrong with him? Don't you want to see him? Why are you still protecting him?"
Mu Yunhan tightened his lips and stopped talking.
Meng Jia himself felt bored and whispered: "Actually, I'm just angry that he went to help that bitch Zhao Houcong but didn't come to help me."
Zhao Houcong is the name of King Fuchuan.
Mu Yunhan said patiently: "You haven't invited him, how do you know he is not willing to help you?"
Meng Jia tilted his head and looked at her: "Okay, I'll write him a letter when I get back. If he doesn't come to help me, you can write him a letter. When you call him, I'll let you cross the river.
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"..." Mu Yunhan was angry: "What does it have to do with me? What are you dragging me into?"
Mengjialaipi said: "Aren't you a businessman? Exchange of equal value is very fair. Anyway, if you meet me, you can't run away, so what's going on?"
"You are unreasonable!" Mu Yunhan was frustrated. She wrote to Gu Yilan asking him to come here. What does that mean? Who is she to him?
Moreover, every time this letter came and went, it would be delayed for at least several months. She was afraid that she would not be able to cross the river until next spring.
"You're right, I'm just an unreasonable person. Who can reason with you when we're marching or fighting? It's all about whose fist is harder and bigger!"
Meng Jia raised his fist like a bowl and shook it in front of her, then walked out triumphantly.
Seeing this, his men hurriedly set out to fetch the horses.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Mu Yunhan hurriedly stopped him: "I have one more question to ask you."
"Speak quickly!" Meng Jia got on his horse. He was in a hurry and was no longer in the mood to talk nonsense.