Jiang Pengji looked at her, and the only fragment in her mind became clearer and clearer.

Wan Xiu'er in her memory is gentle and intelligent, she is a standard noble daughter of the Hejian Shi clan, delicate and lovely, tender like water.

Now goodbye, the other party seems to have changed person, and those eyes seem to have seen through the world.

Her husband died, but she reacted like a familiar stranger had died, and she was frighteningly calm.

Although he is a prisoner, because he is Jiang Pengji's "old man", Wan Xiuer did not suffer.

"Thank you. ”

Wan Xiu'er saluted and accompanied the female battalion soldiers to the camp dedicated to female prisoners.

"What are you doing with your neck stretched so long?"

Jiang Pengji glanced at Feng Zhen angrily.

The other party was caught with pigtails, and said unhurriedly, "Everyone has a love for beauty." Such an appetizing beauty, the lord let me really take a second look. Seeing too many broken walls, corpses, mountains and sea of blood, it will inevitably affect the mood - does the lord think this is reasonable?"

"Crooked!"

Jiang Pengji snorted and sent someone to clean up the battlefield, Feng Zhen was busy keeping up, and Cheng Jing, who was watching from the sidelines, sighed lightly and followed closely.

The battle was a complete victory, and the whole army was smiling and imposing. The generals wanted to take advantage of this momentum and cross the Songhe River in one go, but if they delayed for a while and waited for the enemy's reinforcements to arrive, the two armies would have to face each other across the Songhe River, wasting both time and energy.

But—

The counsellors held the opposite view.

The Songhe River is vast, turbulent and steep, and now it is still winter, and there is not even ice on the water.

If you are not familiar with the nature of the water and rush to cross the river, will it not give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of it?

In addition, they have just experienced a major battle, and the two armies have suffered a lot of damage, and they need time to adjust their state.

If you ignore it and force yourself to cross the Songhe, even if you reach the other side, it will be a tired army with no combat power.

Unfortunately to run into an enemy, is this different from looking for death?

The march on the water is different from the march on the road, and those who are not good in the water will get seasick, their state will plummet, and they will even fall seriously ill because of the water and soil adaptation. The Songhe River is not a water, the water surface of the Songhe River is not as turbulent as the water level is stable, the water is not good, and it does not kill a person?

In addition to this, the strategists also have their own considerations.

The art of war is cloudy: the guest comes from the water, do not welcome it in the water, so that it can be hit half-helped, and it will be profitable.

This is the so-called "half-crossing", a very useful tactic.

Generally speaking, the two armies face each other across the water, and the enemy crosses the river halfway, some of them land, and some of them are still crossing the river. If Jiang Pengji and the others crossed the river without the slightest preparation, it was very easy for the enemy to seize the opportunity. At that time, I can't take care of the beginning and the end, and I am not familiar with water warfare, so I will definitely die unwanted.

It's like fighting against Northern Xinjiang before, if Northern Xinjiang didn't mess up first, but took advantage of Jiang Pengji's "half-crossing" opportunity to attack-hehe, the situation of victory and defeat would be completely different. However, the Northern Xinjiang chess was one trick and took the lead in revealing the flaws, which was overturned by Jiang Pengji.

Jiang Pengji and Huang Song thought about the opinions of the strategists, and simply set up a camp near Songhe, and the army rested for a few days.

In this big victory, Huang Song refused the suggestion of five or five halves, and took the initiative to take forty percent of the loot, and Jiang Pengji took sixty percent.

Huang Song's generals were very unhappy with this decision, but they had to admit that Jiang Pengji's side contributed the most to this breakthrough.

People contribute the most, so they naturally have the right to take the lion's share.

Jiang Pengji asked Wei Ci and Feng Jin to handle the prisoners, baggage, and the rest of the property distribution.

As soon as Wei Ci and the others left, Feng Zhen's call came from behind.

Stopped, turned his head to look at Toyojin, and asked with his eyes.

It's busy at this time, and they don't have time to play with Feng Zhen.

"I heard that the Lord has entrusted you two with an important task—there is really a reluctant request here—"

Feng Zhen is rare and serious, and his speech is also crepe, and even the self-title of "true" is used.

"What's the matter?" asked Feng Jin aloud.

Because of personality problems, Feng Jin doesn't like Feng Zhen very much, but his own father-in-law is also a bohemian and wonderful person, Feng Jin can only try to get along with a guy like Feng Zhen. After working together for a long time, he slowly felt that Feng Zhen's stinky problem was not unbearable.

Feng Zhen looked at Feng Jin and Wei Ci with hesitation.

He wanted to pull one person to whisper, but to do so would inevitably offend another.

Simply, he let it go.

"In this battle, there's a man on the female captive's side - you, you know. ”

Feng Zhen smiled and raised his eyebrows, and the expressions of the two people in front of him darkened.

I don't understand!!

Seeing this, Feng Zhen hurriedly took out Jiang Pengji's shield, and said solemnly, "Don't misunderstand, that woman is the old acquaintance of the lord." But the lord is too busy, he seems to have forgotten about this, isn't he really worried that the female prisoner will be picked away by Huang Song's group——"

Feng Jin and Wei Ci: "......"

Believe in your wickedness!

In the end, it was Wei Ci who gave face.

"Who's that woman?"

No matter how long Feng Zhen is, that is also a best friend.

"She and her lord are both from Hejian County, and they seem to be the widows of the guards of Hanchang Pass, and they asked on the side, her name is Wan Xiu'er. ”

Wan Xiu'er?

Wei Ci's eyes widened slightly, and he stared at Feng Zhen for a long time.

The name Wan Xiuer is not unfamiliar to Wei Ci.

The Jiang Dynasty is open to the people, and women will continue to use their boudoir names after they get married, rather than simply Feng Wanshi.

Wei Ci can remember the name Wan Xiu'er just because of two points.

First, this person made Feng Zhen relent.

Second, she is Changsheng's henchman, Fengyu's biological mother.

If you remember correctly, before Wan Xiu'er remarried Feng Zhen, she was indeed the wife of a general under the Meng family.

However, the situation in the past life is different from that in this life.

In the previous life, the Meng family was annexed by Huang Song, and Wan Xiuer's husband took refuge in Huang Song, and Feng Zhen also worked under Huang Song at that time.

After Huang Song was forced to death by the lord, Feng Zhen returned to his heart and asked the lord for the widowed Wan Xiuer.

Now—

Fate, wonderful!

Wei Ci said, "Okay, remember this. ”

In fact, there is no need for Feng Zhen to run around to remind Jiang Pengji that Jiang Pengji has not forgotten this stubble.

After finishing her business, she got up and went to the women's camp to see Wan Xiu'er.

It's an old man, and she killed her husband herself, so she should give some preferential treatment.

"Do you want to keep your husband's family?" Jiang Pengji asked her, "If you keep it, it won't be in the way of rewarding them with a mouthful of food." ”

Three noble concubines, six cheap concubines, four girls who have been in bed, and five children, two boys and three girls.

With such a huge lineup, Wan Xiuer's days in people's backyards over the years can be imagined.

Wan Xiu'er said, "Everyone has their own fate, so let it be." ”

Chance?

That's what it means to be careless, right?

Jiang Pengji was surprised, "Don't you leave a trace of blood for your short-lived husband?"

A trace of coldness flashed in Wan Xiu'er's eyes, and the nail of her right hand was almost embedded in the flesh of her palm.

"Leave him a trace of blood? Hmph - he didn't think about letting me leave my bloodline back then, just retribution!"