Dongwu, Xian Wang's Mansion.

It was getting late, and the bedroom was getting darker.

The middle-aged man held a battle report compiled by Hu Yanyan in his hand, which recorded in detail all the details of the battle three days earlier.

Guo Yu took advantage of the night to lead five hundred barbarian cavalry to raid Cheng Xiaoya's front army, and to everyone's surprise, he won a complete victory with a force of one percent, and even the head of Wanyan Jiugou was brought back by him.

The victory in this battle can be said to have reassured everyone in the city. The fighting spirit of the main battle faction was high, and the main surrender faction also wavered, and they no longer thought that Dongwu did not have the strength to fight.

The morale of the whole army is high, which is naturally a good thing for Dongwu at the moment, but what Wang Minghua noticed was the other side.

After a long time, he put down the pile of paper and looked sideways at Hu Yanyan, who was standing with his hands hanging down to the side, "What do you think?" ”

Hu Yanyan pondered for a moment and said, "No less than his father." ”

These four words also vary from person to person, such as the father is a mediocre and incompetent person, this sentence is demeaning, but if his father is a figure like the god of war, it will undoubtedly become an excellent encounter.

Wang Minghua bowed slightly, due to the initial recovery from a serious illness, the man still looked thin and weak, as if a gust of wind could blow him down, but after all, he was a figure who was crowned king in a cloth cloth, and the momentum that exuded from his body invisibly made others dare not have any contempt for him.

"Twenty years ago, there was an amazing and brilliant Guo Yi, who relied on a silver gun to stab him all the way from the Barbarian Pass to the royal city, and he stabbed his brother so much that he couldn't sleep. Twenty years later, the Song Kingdom produced another Guo Yu who did not lose to his father..."

The man sighed lightly, and his tone was full of emotion, "It's just that he is an outstanding person from Yanzhou, how can he not come out of such a young man in the territory." ”

In terms of the vast territory, the number of people, and the territory are better than Yanzhou, but this young generation has no character who can be compared.

His nephew Cheng Qiyang is not bad, but he only has martial arts and good looks, which is really difficult to compare; Wanyan Jiuguo is not bad, he has the posture of a famous general, and in the early years, he was once on a par with the "Light of the Great Song Dynasty" Zhao Qingquan, but the result directly made people cut off their heads.

The most impossible thing to ignore is that Guo Yu is only twenty years old now, and he already has such ability, if time passes, I am afraid that he will be a great Song Dynasty military god.

Wang Minghua picked up the tea on the table, took a sip and put it back again. Looking at the ripples in the cup, his eyes gradually glowed with cold light.

Although Guo Yu is considered to be on their side at the moment, Wang Minghua has not forgotten his identity.

Guo Yu, the general of the Song State, and the general of Zhenbei who specializes in dealing with their Xinjiang people.

With such a character, when he grows up in the future, he will definitely become a big trouble for the territory.

It's not that Wang Minghua is worried about the sky, the arrogant barbarian iron cavalry twenty years ago has not stopped Guo Yi, will he be able to stop Guo Yu in twenty years?

"If you are not a native of Xinjiang, you must not stay."

Wang Minghua said softly: "He's here, Cheng Xiaoya is afraid that he won't be able to sleep, and this king may not be able to sleep peacefully." ”

He looked sideways at Hu Yanyan, who was silent, "The right to pave the way for her." ”

"Don't be anxious, Guo Yu is a sharp knife, and he is still left to deal with Cheng Xiaoya."

"This king saves."

At present, compared with Cheng Xiaoya, Wang Minghua's side is still weak after all. And Guo Yu alone can withstand tens of thousands of male soldiers, and he will not do it now.

But...

Wang Minghua smiled.

Hu Yanyan seemed to have thought of something, he frowned, hesitated for a moment, and finally said: "The king didn't think about pulling him over?" ”

"Wooing?"

The man's expression was a little puzzled, "Even if this king throws an olive branch to him, that Guo Yu is a Song man after all." If he is not of my race, his heart will be different, how can he be a minister of the northern frontier? ”

"The king doesn't know, although he is the son of the god of war, he was still the commander of the border city of Qi a year ago, and the reason why he will serve the Song State now is all because of the little princess of the Song Kingdom."

Hu Yanyan smiled lightly, "That little princess has a beautiful appearance and is so cute, even Yongjun can't help but fall for it, Guo Yu is difficult to refuse." ”

Hearing this, Wang Minghua's face sank, "What do you mean?" ”

Hu Yanyan lowered his head, "The Song country has a princess, but in the territory, there is also a royal highness..."

"Bang!"

The man slapped the table heavily, he stared at Hu Yanyan in front of him, and said coldly: "Presumptuous! Xiao Xue is the princess of Northern Xinjiang, is..."

"The King."

Hu Yanyan interrupted Wang Minghua's words, "Her Royal Highness is not small. ”

“……”

Seeing that the man was silent, Hu Yanyan continued: "The Great King Fang Cai also said that the young people in the entire territory may not be able to compare. ”

"But he is a Song man after all."

"So what? Cheng Xiaoya is a native of Xinjiang, and even the brother of the former king, isn't it right now? As long as you can become a person with Her Royal Highness, whether it is a Song person or a Xinjiang person, it doesn't matter at all. ”

Hu Yanyan said softly: "If Her Royal Highness can get him, Anzhi will not be Xinjiang people in the future." ”

“…！！”

Wang Minghua quietly clenched his fists, he looked at Hu Yanyan, his eyes flickered slightly.

"Although the territory is large, it is too bitter after all."

The man's gaze was slightly hot, and under his gaze, Hu Yanyan said slowly but firmly: "Chasing Kyushu, such a grand event, how can the people of Xinjiang stay out of it. ”

When the words fell, the bedroom fell silent. Wang Minghua turned his head and looked at the slightly flickering candle on the table.

After a while, the man released his palm.

"Go and call Xiaoxue."

"Yes."

Hu Yanyan arched his hand towards Wang Minghua and turned to leave.

After he left, the man didn't move, just silently watched the flickering flames.

After about a stick of incense, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Enter."

The door was pushed open from the outside, and looking at the cold woman in the purple dress slowly walking towards him, Wang Minghua was in a trance for a while.

"Uncle Wang."

Cheng Qixue stopped five steps away from the man, she lowered her head slightly, she didn't see his somewhat strange eyes, "I don't know what Uncle Wang called me for?" ”

Wang Minghua came back to his senses, he coughed lightly twice, and pointed to the seat on the other side of the table, "Sit down first." ”

"Yes."

The woman sat down as she said, she looked at the man opposite, and the long and charming Danfeng eyes were full of doubts.

"Xiaoxue..."

Wang Minghua grinned and showed a kind smile, "How old are you this year?" ”

“…？”

The man's weird smiling face was very similar to the matchmaker's opening words, Qi Xue's brows furrowed slightly, "Eighteen." ”

"Eighteen, eighteen is good, girl eighteen and one flower..."

Cheng Qixue's eyebrows furrowed even tighter, "Uncle Wang might as well have something to say." ”

“… Good. ”

Wang Minghua silently picked up the teacup, and after being silent for a long time, he asked slowly: "Niece, you... Is there something good right now? ”

“…？”

Facing Cheng Qixue's strange gaze, the man seemed to be trying to hide his embarrassment, so he drank all the tea in the cup.

The already cold tea taught Wang Minghua to calm down, and he grinned again and looked at the woman next to him, "The male should get married, the female should get married, and at your age, it's time to think about marriage." ”

“……”

Seeing that Cheng Qixue didn't speak, Wang Minghua asked again: "I don't know Xiaoxue, you... Is there anyone you like? ”

Although he was moved by Hu Yanyan's proposal, this kind of thing depends on the wishes of the parties after all. If Cheng Qixue is unwilling, or has someone she likes, then Wang Minghua will not be reluctant.

"Nope."

Cheng Qixue shook her head, "The ancestral inheritance was taken away, the land and people were lost, and the niece had no intention of having a personal relationship with her children, so she could only say sorry to Uncle Wang." ”

Needless to say, this Wang Minghua obviously wanted to introduce her to some young talents, but as she said, she really didn't have the heart to think about anything before. But for now...

The corners of the woman's lips twitched imperceptibly.

"That's fine, that's fine..."

Hearing Cheng Qixue's answer, Wang Minghua nodded again and again, perhaps thinking that it was not good to perfunctory his own think tank like this, he hesitated for a moment, and said again: "But you always have to be married, Uncle Wang happens to have one here... If you're still a good candidate, do you want to think about it? ”

Seeing the woman looking at herself with a questioning face, Wang Minghua sighed lightly.

"You think... How is Guo Yu? ”

……

The candle went out, and the bedroom was already dark.

The middle-aged man stood in front of the window, with some mixed feelings in his heart.

Although Cheng Qixue didn't answer, he was much older after all, so how could he not see her thoughts.

"Ugh..."

The man let out a long sigh, as if mocking and resenting.

He was about to turn around when a white shadow suddenly fell from the sky.

The man subconsciously took two steps back, and when he saw the white falcon falling in front of the window, his eyes froze.

(End of chapter)