Jian Yunzhen has led the army to be stationed on the border for more than a month, but he has never fought the enemy head-on, the gates of the border pass are closed day after day, and the morale of the army is as strange as the weather in late autumn.

His advisor had just withdrawn from the tent, just after his report.

According to what he spied, if it drags on any longer, it will catch up with the heavens.

He flattened the map and sat and looked until the lamp was dry.

The war came suddenly, and Jian Guo was not fully prepared, which was the first cause of defeat; The ferocity of a single country is like a sea of clouds, and the army is pressing, but there is no strong attack, only more scolding, which is the second cause of defeat; Er Shi's imminent message is unknown, and it spreads all over the world, which is the third cause of defeat; The army was forced by the Holy Decree outside and was not allowed to move without permission, which was the fourth cause of defeat; Rumors have been rumored for a long time, military discipline has been strict for a long time, one lacks power, and the other lacks dexterity, which is the fifth cause of defeat; The weather in autumn is changeable, and it is necessary to resist for a long time in winter, and the longer it drags on, the more bitter the battle becomes, which is the sixth cause of defeat; The enemy's commander is "Shan Ji", who has worked together for several years, and this is the seventh cause of defeat.

The seven causes of defeat are all terrifying and fatal.

One of the vice-lieutenants that the emperor matched Jian Yunzhen this time was Zhong Yi, Zhong Yi and he didn't know each other before, and the only staggering in the trajectory of life was because of the same fight for a woman. As soon as the edict was handed down, the two of them each led their troops to converge and practiced together for half a month.

In the eyes of outsiders, they are all people with the demeanor of generals, although there have been previous incidents, but now that the enemy is present, the two are shaking hands early and making peace, and they do not see the slightest abnormality on weekdays.

No one in the world knows except Guanyike, on the first day that Jian Yunzhen and Zhong Yi met at the training ground, they made an appointment to compete in the courtyard of Guanyike in the middle of the night.

At the beginning, both of them were afraid of the upcoming expedition, and they were merciful to their subordinates. Later, when the battle was in full swing, Zhong Yi let go of his hands and feet, punched his fists, and attracted the enemy. Although he still lost in the end, and lost more than once, Jian Yunqi pointed out several problems in boxing for him, and also praised him for his talent and good sword skills. Although Zhong Yi fought to the end, he still didn't see which martial arts Jian Yunzhen was best at, what weapons he was good at, he felt that he could use everything as a weapon, and any French tricks were unreasonable to him. But he at least knew that this person was virtuous and capable, and he was beaten painfully and pressed him low, but the injury was not serious, and there was little contempt. That night, Zhong Yi had an inexplicable feeling in his heart that if Xiang Ye married him, he would not necessarily be happier than he gave, and even, as long as he wanted to, Xiang Ye might be happier than he imagined. After many days of getting along, he was even more firm in his original idea.

When he entered the account, Jian Yunqi grabbed the dim lamp and looked at the paper full of words on the table without saying a word.

He retreated, found someone to get a newly lit lamp, and put it in the account for Jian Yunqi to change.

Jian Yunzhen didn't speak, just closed his eyes and folded his hands.

Zhong Yi picked up the paper on his desk, put it under the lamp, looked at it in the light, and read it to the end, the more he read, the heavier his body became, and the more he grasped the ground, his breathing became heavier and slower later.

His hand pinching the paper tightened unconsciously, and he asked Jian Yunzhen: "This predicament is more than I originally thought, you have listed them one by one, have you thought of any countermeasures?" ”

Jian Yunyun opened his eyes suddenly, stared at him darkly and deeply, and spit out a short and hurried word: "Wait." ”

What prevails in the capital in autumn is not the tragic and heroic frontier soul, but the ironed and ordinary reunion flavor.

Xiang Ye got up early in the morning today to dress up, and borrowed Hua Chengyan's Xiangyun carriage to sit all the way into the palace to paint portraits.

In the eyes of Hua Chengyan, Dong Di is a lazy person who no one can persuade him. So, when they arrived at the gate of the palace, they couldn't help but be a little surprised to see that her carriage had been parked early. There is actually something in this world that allows her not to be late for a moment, and to wait early.

Walking between the red walls, she said to Xiang Ye: "Ye Ye, the sun is coming out in the west today, it turns out that Dong Yatou can also arrive so early." ”

Xiang Ye asked her: "Do you know who painted us today?" ”

Hua Chengyan said: "Don't dare not know. The pen takes a break to kill a hundred flowers, and the spirit returns to the twilight. There are so many stories that he is famous for, and he is really a living person. ”

Xiang Ye sneered and said, "Although the legends are true, and it is not false to have the help of gods and men, they are not as high as you say. When you get to know him, you will understand, completely childlike personality, stubborn and naïve. ”

Hua Chengyan asked: "Playing naïve?" ”

Xiang Ye said: "The stubbornness of the stubborn stone." ”

Hua Chengyan nodded, I see.

The water of the reciprocating mirror was stopped by Liuyue's spell, he shook his head lightly, and asked Si Ming: "They said that this person, I probably also know him, but now I don't remember much, you adjust the tune forward, I want to see how he can kill Baihua." ”

Si Ming glanced at his mouth, resigned himself to the lake water for him, and said in his mouth: "It's about to be the wonderful part, but I want to move forward, old antique, no taste." ”

When she came back from the adjustment, she found that her chaise longue had become a low table where she had to sit on her knees, and she was so angry that she scolded: "What have you done to break my chair? ”

Liuyue swept her sleeves, and she subconsciously made a move, but her figure was still shaken by the wind he raised.

Liuyue said to him, "You are too stubborn, you should be taught some etiquette." I will be by your side for a few days, and I shall help you in any way I can. If you don't like it, change it yourself. ”

Si Ming clenched his fists aggrievedly, trying to beat him but couldn't, so he could only pick up her low table and walk far away to cast spells.

Liuyue saw her chanting incantations hatefully at the table, laughing silently.

This year's Lu Tanwei is only thirteen years old.

He followed the painter at home to go out to collect style, and the painter called several of his other apprentices, and those apprentices made their own appointments with girls. So, this trip to collect wind followed the crowd.

They walked all the way, painted all the way, and came out for more than half a month, and their understanding of each other continued to deepen.

The painter said that his final destination was a piece of countryside. It was the most beautiful place in his childhood memory, the spring sun was sprinkled all over the morning sun, the flowers were scorching, and the wind was fragrant.

They traveled and painted all the way, and when they were finished, they stored them on the spot and picked them up when they returned.

At the beginning, everyone asked Lu Tanwei to choose the place and direction to paint first, but later, everyone was forced by him to let him choose first. Because all the way through, everyone knows that among them, no one can draw him. He is a well-deserved genius brushman, and he chooses a close direction, no matter how much he paints, it is best to gain the reputation of a possessor, and most of the time, he is bringing humiliation on himself.

So every time I paint, everyone will wait for him to put down the pen first. But he is sometimes strange, when he arrives at the place, he sees the beautiful scenery, but he just looks, but he does not use his pen for a long time, several times, and even does not open the scroll at all, and does not have an ink pen, so he sleeps by himself. The painter doesn't care about him, and the students naturally can't and don't deserve to say anything about him. I had to follow his pace and follow his preferences to unfold or put away the scroll. For a time, everyone admired him and complained.