At noon the next day, the smoke was still billowing from the high Black Cliff Mountain, and the official boat that appeared yesterday afternoon appeared on the river again.

The thick smoke and dust stained the water of the Shunjiang River, the river wind blew, and a thick smell of blood poured into the mouth and nose to make people sick, no one came to stop this majestic official ship, and when it approached the water bend, it was found that there were countless corpses floating on the water in the reeds.

Looking at their clothes, none of them were the corpses of the Southern Regions Army, which means that in this battle, Zhang Meng won in the end.

Two gray-haired and white-bearded old men and a man in his forties stood on the bow of the boat with gloomy faces, his body was a little stronger, the shortest of the three was Xing Lao, only his expression was different from the two people next to him, there was a deep, more playful and curious.

Wei Zheng's forehead wrinkled into a hemp rope, his face changed from shock to panic, and finally turned to anger, trembling and angry: "Where is this war, this is simply a massacre, the old man wants to impeach Zhang Meng, impeach him for treating human life as a mustard, he is a regular army, these are fishermen, where is his opponent, Zhang Meng butcher..."

Xing Lao patted him on the back, calmly pointed to the blackened Black Cliff Mountain, then pointed to the burned reeds in front of him, and then pointed to the tidal flat in the distance, and said slowly: "Have we ever thought of the plan to burn the Black Cliff Mountain before we came?" ”

Hearing him say this, Wei Zheng also calmed down, and after thinking about it for a while, he also found some problems, nodded and said: "Fire attack, yes, the key to this victory is still fire." ”

Fire? How could such a big Black Cliff Mountain be burned, just to transport fire oil up cut off the two of them's thoughts.

Xing Lao said with a deep face: "The old man said that we can't think of a way, it doesn't mean that she can't think of a way, it's just that this plan is too vicious and the killing is too heavy..."

"She? You say it's her? Wei Zheng's eyes became extremely deep.

With a look of nostalgia, he said softly: "Yes! The first time the old man met her was in the small food shop she opened, which had delicious cucumber skin and egg soup, crispy meat, and the kind of dish made of large pieces of fatty meat, which she said was called roasted white.

Lao Xing, have you heard of it? I'm not afraid of your jokes, the old man is about to enter the ground, and he has never eaten such a delicious meal. ”

Xing Lao listened to him very carefully about Qiao Yue, this was also the first time Wei Zheng took the initiative to talk about Qiao Yue in front of him, he said: "I believe it, I really believe it, because it's her, no matter how much you say it, I will still believe it, it's such a magical dish name, even the old man has never heard of it, it must be very good." ”

Wei Zheng was still immersed in his memories, and he nodded again and again: "Yes, even the imperial chef in the palace can't cook such a delicious meal, I'm not afraid of your jokes, the old man's anorexic grandson can't wait to grow an extra belly when he sees her cooking, hehe..."

Xing Lao was curious: "Is there anything else?" What else is so special about her? ”

Wei Zheng's voice began to be a little sad, and he continued: "And... And the old man also learned later, her embroidery is very good, even my family's embroidery workshop and Qizhou City's Zhang's embroidery workshop can not find a second embroiderer better than her, for her..."

"For her what?"

Touching the sore spot in his memory, Wei Zheng's voice stopped abruptly, and instantly pulled back the thoughts that were immersed in memory, the shame on his face was swept away, his cloudy eyes became clear, and he said, "You mean that she set this fire?" ”

Xing Lao said meaningfully: "I didn't say that, but if I put it, I definitely won't admit it, even if everyone in the world knows that I put it, I won't admit it..."

Speaking of this, Wei Zheng's body shook and almost fell, and he said loudly: "Lord Gu, Lord Zhang's distress document is in your hand?" ”

Gu Song also felt bad, and hurriedly handed Zhang Meng's distress document into Wei Zheng's hands.

"Haha..."A loud laugh, Wei Zheng laughed out loud with the paperwork, there was still a little bit of compassion just now, and he threw the paperwork in his hand into the water, he was as happy as a child, he said: "Grow up, she has finally grown up, she is no longer the little girl she was back then, good, very good..."

Xing Lao had already guessed the result, and he also smiled bitterly: "Let's go!" Let's go back and wait for Zhang Meng's impeachment! ”

"Bang dang" was like a thunderclap at the moment, and the appearance of these two adults suddenly frightened Gu Song, thinking that he led the army to the mouth of the Shunjiang River and did not move forward, if he advanced at full speed, Wei Zheng's messenger would definitely not be able to catch up with him, and there was no order from Lord Wei.

Cold sweat immediately flowed down his neck, and he knelt on the deck with a puff: "Two adults save me..."

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After three rounds of drinking, even Qiao Shan's alcohol consumption was a little swaying under Qiao Yue's spirits, he stepped on the drunken step, lifted a big wine jar and walked in front of Zhang Meng, and said loudly: "Lord Zhang, your poem Qiao is here for you." ”

"Oh!" Zhang Chong slammed the wine jar in his hand with Qiao Shan: "I don't like that kind of poetry that is weak and sour, if there is less momentum, Brother Qiao will be punished for drinking." ”

"Haha..."Qiao Shan's confidence in his bones overflowed on his face: "This is my sister's doing, listen to it, the glow-in-the-dark glass of grape wine, if you want to drink the pipa, urge immediately." Drunk and lying on the battlefield, Jun Mo smiled, and a few people came back to fight in ancient times. ”

As soon as the voice fell, Zhang Meng stood up suddenly, although Zhang Meng is a military general, but his writing cultivation is not low, not only that, but there are very few poems that can enter Zhang Meng's eyes.

This poem pretends to be bold, a sentence drunk and lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, a few people came back to fight in ancient times, but it was the sadness and bitterness in the hearts of the soldiers, it seemed to be free and uninhibited, it seemed to be luxurious and heroic, but who could understand the sourness hidden in the hearts of the soldiers, at this time, this scene, behind a big victory, who knows how many people did not come back.

Zhang Meng's eyes were slightly red, and the poetic soldiers had already burst into tears, crying with the strength of wine, this was the poetry of the soldiers, and they all silently remembered it in their hearts.

Zhang Meng couldn't help but look at Qiao Yue, who was pouring wine for the soldiers in the crowd, his red eyes and a grateful smile, and said loudly: "Okay... What a drunk and lying on the battlefield Jun Mo smiled, a few people came back to fight in ancient times, good poetry, this is definitely the best poem that the old man has heard in decades. ”

Raising the wine glass high, the deep meaning in his eyes was only known to Qiao Yue, this was to thank her for the fire.

He said loudly: "Everyone raise their glasses, thank you for Mrs. Qiao's hospitality, and thank you for Mrs. Qiao's good poems..."

Everyone raised their heads and drank, Zhang Chong had already burst into tears, he said: "Zhang is not convinced, he is not convinced, the poem is a good poem, but it is too desolate, Brother Qiao, you will compensate me for tears..."

Qiao Shan seemed to have known that this would be the case, so he turned his head to look at Qiao Yue knowingly, walked to the middle with a left and a sway, and said, "In this case, Qiao Mou is feasible to cheer everyone with a knife?" ”R1152