"Defeated, really defeated. Jiang Fu's hands hung down on his knees, and the paper battle report fell to the ground, just like his low voice: "Surabaya...... Defeated!"

She seemed to be utterly depressed, and hung her head low to hide the flash of fire from his eyes.

Huan's defeat!

Jiang wins!

This is the news he has been waiting for for a long time.

For the sake of this news, he even deliberately cut off all contact with Surabaya, just because he didn't want Huan Zicheng, the Huan family, and the Xue family and others to notice the slightest movement.

Now, it's finally a success.

If it weren't for the fact that this was in front of the Manchu Dynasty's civil and military forces, Jiang Servant really wanted to laugh three times.

From now on, the world's corporal clan should be headed by the Jiang clan!

This is such gratifying news, he really wants to drink three cups in a row to comfort the ancestors of the Jiang family.

"The army is defeated and the rocky beach ......" suddenly came from the voice beside him, which made Jiang Servant shoot a pang in his heart.

The voice sounded like it had a trill, old and intermittent: "...... Huan's Elite ...... All annihilated, Jiang, Du, and Wednesday armies...... Retreating to the south of Surabaya, Xue Yunheng, the supervising army...... Missing ......"

Jiang Fushu slowly turned back to his body, his face was already showing just the right amount of grief and anger, and he looked at Xue Jungong, who was squatting on the ground reading the battle report, and stepped forward to help him, and his mouth was also warm and comforting: "Jungong, please get up first, the ground is very cold, don't worry......"

Before he could say a word, Xue Jungong's body shook, and he fell on his back.

There was a sudden exclamation in the hall, and Jiang Servant rushed forward to help him, but he made his body unstable and stumbled to the side.

Fortunately, standing next to him were Du Xiaoqi and Du Guangwu, both father and son were skilled generals with bows and horses, and at this time, they quickly stepped forward to support these two people, and Zhou Dushui called the little eunuch to bring water, and for a while the hall was in chaos.

Emperor Zhongyuan frowned and looked at the chaotic scene below, and there was no joy or anger in his expression.

Xing Yourong stepped forward and asked cautiously and softly, "Your Majesty, do you want to invite the palace doctor to take a look?"

Emperor Zhongyuan's face turned gloomy, and he waved his hand: "Go ahead." ”

Xing Yourong took the order and left, and Emperor Zhongyuan slowly stood up, his face was gloomy, almost like the hazy sky outside the hall: "The auspicious time has come?"

This is asking the Qin Tianjian Taishi Ling on the side.

Na Tai Shi Ling trotted forward, knelt on the ground and played: "The auspicious time has come." ”

"That's it, drive back to the palace. Emperor Zhongyuan waved his hand again.

Immediately, the sound of the jade chime, mixed with the chaotic exclamations and voices of the hall, as well as the sound of the ministers kneeling and worshipping, sounded a little more lively than Fang Cai.

Emperor Zhongyuan walked down the jade steps with a gloomy face, and when he walked to Xue Jungong, who had fainted on the ground, his footsteps stopped slightly, his face slowed slightly, and he ordered in a harmonious voice: "Ask someone to carry your pocket and send Xue Jungong back to the mansion." After a pause, there was a sudden outpouring of regret on his face: "Tonight's feast, don't stop." Lonely is not in that mood anymore. ”

After that, he drove away.

All the ministers knelt on the ground, and Qin Su and other members of the royal family also left the Linhua Palace.

The battle report sent back from Surabaya shattered the festive atmosphere of the Wanshou Festival in one fell swoop, and the monarchs and ministers all came in good spirits and returned in defeat, which can be described as the most disheartening time of the Wanshou Festival in the past years.

In the next few days, the court experienced the whole process from silence to hustle and bustle, and back to silence.

The former silence was caused by the defeat of Surabaya and the sluggish momentum of the DPRK and China; after that, there was a cry of plea among the generals who were fighting the main battle, vowing to send troops to Surabaya to reverse the defeat; the civil ministers, who did not advocate continuing the war, quarreled with the main battle faction for several days on the grounds that the treasury was empty and the soldiers were tight.

Later, Surabaya came with several urgent war reports, but they were jointly sent by the three generals of Jiang, Du and Zhou, and the battle report only said that although the soldiers of the Daohuan clan were destroyed, the remaining three elites were still there, and the situation in Surabaya had been stabilized.

This breath relaxed, and the voices of the call for war were all gone, and all the officials were looking forward to it at this time, waiting for the actions of Jiang, Du, and Wednesday to come down next.

In this stalemate, the capital ushered in the first snow.

The snow came suddenly, in the morning it was still sunny, and at noon, there were fine snow foams floating down, and the fine snow was as clear as broken jade, fluttering and dancing in the wind, decorating the whole city with tenderness and tenderness.

Huo Zhijian stood under the eaves of the corridor with his hands folded, looking at a mountain stone in the courtyard.

Here is a small courtyard on the west side of Jiangfu, there are several fine houses, a stove room, and three or five poles of green bamboo, and under the bamboo is a mountain stone.

The snow fell like a casual dance. The snow color is light and thin, and there is no whiteness, and the green leaves between the bamboo branches are clean, and they are not stained with frost.

Huo Zhijian let out a long sigh, pulled his hand out of his sleeve, brushed off the dust on the lintel of the stool, and sat down.

"Is Mr. Huo there?" a whisper came from outside the door.

Huo Zhijian's expression tightened, and he quickly stood up: "I'm here, what's the matter?" As he spoke, he had already stepped down the stone steps and stood in the snow.

The door of the courtyard was opened from the outside, and a person stretched out half of his head with a probe, his eyes were spinning, and when he saw that Huo Zhijian was the only one in the courtyard, he immediately grinned: "It turns out that Mr. is here." ”

As he spoke, he opened the courtyard door and walked in, but he was a young man of fourteen or fifteen years old, who was quite delicate, with a cinnabar mole under his eyebrows, wearing a neat green cloth jacket and thin-soled soap boots, but he was dressed as a small servant in the house.

Huo Zhijian stepped forward quickly, looked out of the courtyard, and quickly closed the courtyard door, and when he turned around, his face was already a little nervous, and he asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

"There you go. The little guy also said in a suppressed voice, and his eyes couldn't help but look around, as if he was afraid of being heard: "Lord Lang received a flying pigeon message today. ”

"Oh?" Huo Zhijian's eyes lit up, and his expression became more and more nervous: "Do you know what news Lord Servant Shot received?"

"How can I know this?" the little guy shook his head like a drum, "I only know the ...... of Lord Lang."

Speaking of this, he suddenly closed his mouth, rolled his eyes and looked at Huo Zhijian with a smile, and stretched out a hand.

Huo Zhijian's face instantly swelled with anger, but he quickly put away his expression again, took out a dime of silver from his sleeve, and put it in his hand.

The little guy shook the silver horn, and nodded with satisfaction: "It's still Mr. Huo who is generous, and he is a silver horn as soon as he makes a move." ”

"That's it, let's talk quickly, what happened to Lord Servant after receiving the news?" Huo Zhijian asked a little impatiently, staring at the little guy with a pair of eyes.

The little guy didn't delay any longer, and said in a low voice: "After Lord Lang received the letter, he was very happy, and at lunchtime, he asked someone to dig out the plum blossom wine buried three years ago, and ate several cups in a row. 2k reading network