The atmosphere in the capital is prosperous and good, but the northwest border pass thousands of miles away is full of swordsmanship.

A round of cold air slowly retreated, but the ice on the Xiguan city wall had already frozen, so even if the weather warmed up, it could not cause the ice to melt, and the South Vietnamese army that had been besieging Xiguan City was jumping and scolding there, and they began to beg for the enemy and scold the enemy under the city from dawn according to the instructions of the marshal Nangong Tian, thinking that they could anger the people in the city, but Murong Yichuan gave a death order No matter how they abused, everyone had to endure it, and occasionally sent them some artillery, crossbow arrows, big stones or something from the city, But no further action can be done, the soldiers of South Vietnam have also been injured by throwing my weapons from the city, and some of them have even died at night, but they have no damage of their own to achieve their goal after all, the army of Taizheng will not go out of the city, they will not be able to attack the city, but the enemy will not go out of the city, the South Vietnamese people are in a hurry, seeing that the contest between Zhou Dawei and Nangong Jue has reached a white-hot state, and they have not been able to take Xiguan Cheng, they can only besiege to the death, Nangong Tian thought that as long as he didn't evacuate and surrounded the city, then he didn't believe that the people inside would not come out, and he would wait for the city to run out of food.

Murong Yichuan was not anxious because of Nangong Tian's siege, they had weapons in their hands, he firmly believed that if they didn't fight, as long as they beat the other party back to their grandmother's house, Murong Yichuan had enough confidence in the army under him and the ox that was training.

Murong Yichuan held a small military meeting in the big tent of the Chinese army, and immediately ordered to go out of the city to meet the enemy in three days, and the generals led by Tang Erhu were all gearing up, hoping to have a good time with the other party after three days, Tang Erhu and others were all perennial to follow Zhou Dawei to occupy the mountain as the king, and now they have knelt to conquer, and they have not fought for a long time, so they naturally have itchy hands.

Murong Yichuan returned to his residence after the military meeting, and then wrote a letter to Zhou Dawei, who was fighting in South Vietnam, mainly to let him go to a quick battle as much as possible, and then bring Nangong Jue back, and made a simple summary of the situation here.

Murong Yichuan finished writing Zhou Dawei's letter, then put it aside and waited for the ink to dry so that it could be put in the envelope, and stretched out his hand as if he was busy

"What are you doing?" Murong Yichuan picked up the letter vigilantly; Although he sometimes relies on Wanru to be able to give himself an idea, he doesn't want Wanruo to go to those political and military content, he thinks that women shouldn't know too much, if a woman is interested in politics and military affairs, it will be out of control, so Murong Yichuan sometimes indulges Wanruo, but in some aspects it is absolutely impossible to indulge. "Let me see, is there any secret that I can't let know?" It was like a disapproving expression.

Murong Yichuan Road; "It's all about the war between the two sides, don't read it if you don't understand it, I'm afraid you'll hurt your mind when you watch it." Murong Yichuan pretended to be well-intentioned.

It was as if she was leaning towards Murong Yichuan's side, she didn't have to read what was written on the letter, she wasn't interested in any politics or military, if the only thing she was interested in was hoping that the war would end soon, so they could leave here, just bored and wanted to make fun of him.

"You think I'm really looking, it's still early before dark, you can go out for a walk with me." As if making a coquettish expression, she set her eyes on the red plum that was about to wither.

Murong Yichuan saw what Wanruo meant, didn't she just let herself take her to see those red plum trees, she thought she had forgotten, but how could she forget.

"Where?" Murong Yichuan asked deliberately.

As if her expression changed slightly, she thought that Murong Yichuan really didn't know, so she was a little disappointed; "Go there and do it yourself, it's finally warm today, I don't want to stay here all the time, I'm almost suffocating." If you don't want to, then I'm not saying. ”

Murong Yichuan's keen eyes of course noticed Wanruo's loss, and he also heard the meaning in her tone, he reached out and held his delicate chin, and said; "You, you're really getting more and more careful, you think I really don't understand your mind, you weren't such a careful person in the past."

"I thought you really didn't understand my mind, I blamed you, I'm sorry." Like a soft judo, a pair of revealing eyes flashed with continued watery tenderness.

Murong Yichuan pressed Wanruo's nose; "You, I'm sorry to say something, we will be fighting in South Vietnam in three days, and I will be idle in the past two days, so I will accompany you well." Murong Yichuan pulled Wanruo up from his chair as he spoke, and then walked towards the door.

Murong Yichuan took Wanruo to the horse farm, where his temporary riding was tethered.

"What kind of horse is this? \'" As if pointing to Murong Yichuan's batch of horses and asking, she saw that the horses had a good coat color, and the horses were also handsome, looking a little hungry and familiar, but they definitely didn't see it in the capital, it seemed to be in a book, and she really forgot which book it was.

"Hui Niangniang, this is a red rabbit horse." Before King Fu could speak, Tang Erhu, who came to the racecourse to walk the horse, hurriedly answered Wanruo's question, and after answering his dishes, he stepped forward to salute King Fu and Wanruo.

It seems that after listening to it, it dawned on him, isn't this the Red Rabbit Rouge Horse about Guan Yunchang during the Three Kingdoms Period, as if he unconsciously smiled lightly at Tang Erhu in front of him, in fact, the smile was not aimed at Tang Erhu, maybe it was just because he finally saw the face of the Rouge Horse in reality, and maybe there were other reasons.

Wanruo's smile was still seen in the eyes of King Fu, and he was angry, he hated consciously women smiling at other men the most, but Wanruo smiled at Tang Erhu in front of him, which was really unreasonable.

"General Tang, if you don't ask you directly, don't talk too much." King Fu's tone was cold, and his expression was hard, Tang Erhu was a rough man and didn't care about anything wrong, so he nodded hurriedly; "Yes, Chitose taught me a lesson, and the last general wrote it down."

King Fu didn't look at Tang Erhu beside him, and then stretched out his hand like a chicken to hurt the horse, not at all as gentle as before, as if sitting on a horse, Murong Yichuan also jumped on the horse, Tang Erhu hurriedly flashed aside, making way for King Fu's horse, Murong Yichuan flicked the horse's whip, the horse let out a neigh, and then opened the four hooves and clicked away.

It was as if he stretched out his hands and hugged Murong Yichuan's broad waist tightly, lowered his head and leaned on the back of his acquaintance, and closed his eyes slightly, although it was said that the wind and the sun were warm today, but once he ran, it was really a little cold.

Author's digression: The code of this chapter is interesting, 444, dead and dead