After the court discussion, Fan Bingzhong returned to the mansion in a sedan chair, exhausted. The ministers have their own ghosts, and he already knows it. The waist board is slowly rickety in the mediation with the courtiers for many years, and the white hair is hard work for the people of the world.

The world says "there is a spring with feet", but it has to be compensated with life. Is it any wonder that Xiaolu doesn't want to suffer from this name clearance?

Zhongshu Ling took a break on the couch, holding the sleeve stove handed over by the little servant in his hand, the spring of Xianjing is still a little cold, and it is easy to be infected with wind chill if he is not careful.

Fan Bingzhong seems to be pretending to sleep, but in fact, there are thousands of thoughts in his heart, and during this period of time, the situation in the DPRK is surging, and if he is not careful, it will set off huge waves. Although he boasted that he did not intervene in the affairs of the royal family, and only focused on the affairs of the people, where was it so easy to be alone in the temple.

Even the person who devoted his life's ambition to the Nine Heavens was hard to defeat the deceit in the officialdom and ended up committing suicide. When the news came that day, Fan Bingzhong was bedridden, unable to speak to others in grief, let alone take action. The events that followed confirmed his judgment. Even the National Teacher was eventually implicated and detained in the palace. The entire courtiers were all shocked and inexplicable. The emperor's trust and reliance on the national teacher is unattainable for Fan Bingzhong.

The death of John led to the detention of the national teacher, and it is difficult to investigate the details of this period. Fan Bingzhong didn't know the specific reason, but he understood that in Xianjing City, inside and outside the Imperial City, all parties had arrived.

He could not go to John's grave, but he could only sacrifice at home. He recovered a little, got up from the couch, came to the study, prepared pen and ink, spread out the silver foil, thought about it, and wrote two lines, "Come and dream together at night, and you can't collect tears in the morning." Jun buried the bones in the ground, and I sent the world full of snow. ”

After putting away the pen, he gently dried the ink, looked at the sky outside the window, his thoughts fell somewhere on the outskirts of Beijing, touched the withered hair on his head, and sighed slightly. If he never married in his life, he must be the only one left in this world who remembers his birth. The silver foil gradually turned into green smoke and ashes on the candle flame, floating in the sky, that is, John looked up to the grand ambition of heaven and earth, and fell to the ground, which is also Fan Bingzhong's long-cherished wish in this life. Fellow villagers came out and had great ambitions, but unfortunately they failed to watch over the temple after all.

Some people are too late, but some people still have a chance.

Pan Zihan's face was covered with dust and haggard, and he was riding a war horse that was almost exhausted and was crossing the Yanzhi River and rushing back towards Hanyu Guancheng.

A letter from home a few days ago told him to leave the camp immediately, but halfway through the gallop, he felt that it was inappropriate, and said that there was an urgent matter at home, so he asked him to return quickly. The content is unknown, and what is even more strange is that this letter was sent directly from Zhao Yuancheng in Xianjing, not from Xianchuan Province, which was in charge of his father, and it came in an urgent and vague manner of 800 li.

When he received the letter, he saw that it was an eight-hundred-mile urgency, and it was an urgent matter at home, so he didn't think much about it, and thought about it carefully halfway, this letter was nothing more than to let him leave Huaishuo as soon as possible. Yuan Cheng's intention must be to protect himself, and something big must happen in Huaishuo. Although he didn't know the ins and outs, and Yuan Cheng took great pains to lure himself out of Huaishuo, it must be something amazing to happen, maybe a life-threatening thing.

However, as soon as he left, he faintly felt uncomfortable. Although a gentleman does not stand under the dangerous wall, he cannot see death without saving. He may not be able to save everyone, but he feels that he can save Bai Xu, and this brother can't become an unjust ghost without knowing it.

He patted his big head, made up his mind, and when he went back, he pulled Bai Xu, and found a reason to leave temporarily.

On the way back, he saw some merchant convoys that had escaped from Huaishuo City, and he understood the intention of the urgent letter from the previous eight hundred miles.

Pan Zihan entered the city, and then followed the city wall to Weiyuan City, tired, but saw the army of the barbarians in the distance, as well as the shield soldiers and infantry on the mountain, as the people of Daxian, even if they are usually addicted to drinking, there is also a man's blood at this time.

Pan Zihan's return to the camp made Shi Jiwei a little surprised, with this person's character of being greedy for life and afraid of death, he had already taken leave to go home, which coincided with the border war, and chose to return, it seems that it will not disgrace the lintel of their Pan family.

Duanmu Xu was both happy and slightly worried when he saw Pan Zihan's return. This big-headed martial arts are scarce, and Huaishuo is not really impregnable.

The harassment of the Golden Horde on the mountain continued during the day, the wooden buildings on the city wall continued to continue, and the two armies were at a stalemate, with Huaishuo faintly dominating. However, Shi Jiwei did not take it lightly, and sent an order to go down, from the North Wing City to Weiyuan City, and each city arranged to listen to urns to prevent enemy soldiers from digging tunnels into the city. Although the moat has been widened, whenever a tunnel is dug, the water of the moat must be abnormal, but Shi Jiwei can take precautions in many ways to ensure that nothing goes wrong.

Seeing that Shi Jiwei was in danger, the deployment of troops and the defense of the city were in order, Duanmu Xu also saw the captain's desire to win and seek stability, and he might start from this aspect.

It is difficult for one person to admonish, and two people may be able to succeed, then they will be wronged by this big head schoolman. Duanmu Xu slowly approached Pan Zihan, who was patrolling the city wall, and said in a low voice, "Now that the war is together, although the city is impregnable, most of the citizens in Huaishuo City still continue to stay. ”

Duanmu Xu didn't beat around the bush, and when Pan Zihan heard it, fortunately he didn't say this directly to Shi Jiwei, otherwise he would probably be killed in the name of disturbing the morale of the army. "Bai Xu, the enemy is at present, stabilizing the morale of the army is the first priority, and any unfavorable words and deeds will be severely punished. He was afraid that this young man's military career would not be long, and he would be killed after talking nonsense.

"Master Xiaocheng said it very well, but I heard that the generals who often win are not thinking about victory, but first thinking about defeat. Duanmu Xu still insisted on his rhetoric.

"Bai Xu, Jinyan didn't enter like this. Pan Zihan shook his head, he thought of the urgent letter he received, and changed his words, "However, it is also necessary to prepare for emergencies." Advice on such things varies from person to person. He looked at Shi Jiwei in the city gate tower in the distance, thought about it, and then leaned down and whispered in Duanmu Xu's ear.

Duanmu Xu nodded again and again, the problem he had been entangled with for a long time didn't seem to be too difficult for this eldest prince Pan.

The two of them slowly walked towards the gate tower of Weiyuan City, Pan Zihan was thinking about the words all the way, at this time in front of Shi Jiwei on the premise of a defeated word, no matter how skillful, it was like lighting fireworks on the big oil drum in the kitchen, and if he was not careful, it would be a thunderstorm.