Northern Xinjiang, in the capital is still a little bleak, the northern Xinjiang has already fallen the first snow, white snow spread on the ground, layer after layer of covering the original earth.

Outside the city, the traces of yesterday's battle have become white, and even the remaining blood stains are no longer visible.

On the city wall, Zhan Ge looked at the place where the Huns and barbarians were, and his expression was inexplicable. The ink merchant came up from below, holding a letter in his hand, and reported to Zhan Ge.

"General, it will take two days for the armaments and materials to be delivered, and there is news just now, saying that it is because of the delay of the wind and snow, and this snow came suddenly, which is understandable."

Zhan Ge nodded slightly, and his black coat swept a sharp arc in the wind: "Got it, how long can the rest of the city last?" ”

"The grain reserves of several major cities have been robbed by them, and some of our original materials will be given to the people, if it is not sent by the rich, I am afraid we will not be able to support it now."

Speaking of this, Mo Shang was a little angry, the matter of war is related to the peace of Dayi, and there are people who are so disobedient to the yin, and they typically want to benefit themselves, but they really have no eyes.

Zhan Ge seemed to have seen a lot, reaching out to catch the swaying snowflakes, watching the delicate six-petal snowflakes slowly melt in the palm of his hand, and his face was calm.

"In this matter, I have already written a letter to King Sheng before, and I estimate that this time should have arrived, and I also sent one in the house, Wushuang will rest assured."

Looking at the soldiers patrolling outside the city, Zhan Ge's eyes gradually deepened: "Do the soldiers have cotton clothes?" ”

"There are enough cotton clothes, don't worry about this, these soldiers have been to northern Xinjiang before, and they are well adapted to the climate here."

"That's good, the armaments and materials will last for two more days, and the ones sent by Wushuang will arrive, and as for those in the capital, naturally someone will go to liquidate them."

The smile on the corner of his mouth was contemptuous, Zhan Ge naturally remembered in his heart, there are some things and some people, and they will make a decision after they go back.

"Yes, General, what you ordered yesterday, your subordinates have already asked people to prepare to prevent someone from sneaking up in such weather."

"Very well, let's go down." Zhan Ge didn't look back, his eyes seemed to be a little scattered and distracted.

After the ink merchant went down, Zhan Ge gently touched his waist and found a green lotus-style jade pendant, which was clear and transparent, and it was of the best texture, but this style seemed to be a woman's.

"Wushuang ......" held the jade pendant in his hand tightly, and Zhan Ge murmured softly, and his thoughts about Wushuang were overwhelming, drowning him.

From the time I came here to the present, it seems that only now can I have no worries, calm down, and miss Yanwushuang.

After a while, Zhan Ge had a wry smile on the corner of his mouth, and the more he thought about it, the more uncomfortable it became.

From being alone to being worried now, a pair of words has become a fetter in this life.

The wind in the north of Xinjiang blew fiercely, blowing up the snow all over the sky, which was as beautiful as a dream, bringing the longing of Zhan Ge to the distant capital......

"Sneeze, sneeze......"

Yan Wushuang suddenly sneezed twice, one louder than the other.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from inside, Shuangshuang held a cloak, put it on Yan Wushuang worriedly, and couldn't help but say a few words: "Madam, this wind is blowing so fiercely, you better go back and rest." ”

"Shuangshuang, I sneezed twice just now, did he miss me?" Yan Wushuang looked outside, her expression was pitiful, it was the direction of Northern Xinjiang, and there was the person she was most concerned about.

Shuangshuang sighed in his heart, but with a smile on his face, he was particularly lively: "Madam, as the saying goes, sneezing, scolding, thinking and catching a cold, you are the general's miss you." ”

"That's good, I don't know what's going on in the northern Xinjiang? The weather in the capital is like this, and even more so in the northern Xinjiang. ”

Muttering to himself, Yan Wushuang looked at the trees outside swaying, his eyes full of desolation, and his heart became more and more worried.

"Madam, don't worry, the recent batch of supplies sent out, the time should have come, we have sufficient guarantees, but the barbarians and the Huns do not, the general has experienced a hundred battles, where can they fight."

Shuangshuang's trust in Zhan Ge is not only because Zhan Ge has never been defeated in so many years, but also because Zhan Ge has such strength.

Gently closed the window, pulled the bolt of the window, and turned off all the wind outside, and then helped Yan Wushuang into the inner room.

"Okay, madam, winter is coming, and after a while, the barbarians and the Huns will not be able to hold on, and when the time comes, the general will return."

"If that's the case, that's fine." Yan Wushuang looked at the medical skills that were turned over on the table and fell silent.

Shuangshuang put his things away and went out to be busy, without disturbing Yan Wushuang, although I don't know why, after returning from Qinglong Temple, Mrs. will often be like this, and besides, it is no longer to study food, but to turn to medical books.

However, as long as the lady can be happy, no matter what she does, they will support it, and if you think about it, even if it is a general, she will not have any opinions, right?

Even though the two are thousands of miles apart, they are still missing each other, and after two years of getting along, they have finally put each other into their hearts.

Picking up a gorgeously carved jade pendant from the table, Yan Wushuang felt a little unable to hold it with one hand, which was carried by Zhan Ge closely, and the two exchanged tokens with each other as a basis for missing each other.

Even if King Sheng repaired the palace, he still relied on the Wei Mansion, fortunately, there were fewer people in the Wei Mansion, and the courtyard was still there, and within a few days, the entire courtyard became the style of King Sheng, and it seemed that he only planned to live for a long time.

"Lord Wang, this is a letter sent from the Northern Frontier, and it was sent by the Shadow Guard." A tall and burly man in a black suit walked in quickly with a letter.

On the Taishi chair by the window, King Sheng, dressed in a blue brocade robe, took down the book that was placed on his face to cover the light, glanced at the guard lazily, and took the letter.

"What's wrong?"

"Lord Wang, it is snowing in the northern frontier, and the Xiongnu and the barbarians have not moved for several days, and the general is worried that they have other plans, and they are trying to take the last city in the past few days."

Running back and forth between the northern frontier and the capital, the guards are used to it, and they rely on them for the transmission of information in northern Xinjiang.

After quickly reading the letter in his hand, King Sheng's eyes narrowed slightly, it was extremely dangerous, the guard himself was standing, and his legs shook and he knelt down, such a prince, I don't know how many years I haven't seen it, and I don't know who is going to be unlucky.

"This king knows, Moyuan, the servant of the household department, go and check, besides this person, who else has done what tricks."

"Yes." The guards quietly retreated, and when they closed the door, they saw His Royal Highness King Sheng smiling with an extraordinarily ruffian, and they instantly felt a chill.

Above the court, although there has been progress in the affairs of Northern Xinjiang, it is a knife on everyone's heads, so some people who are secretly stirring up trouble have been obedient recently.

"If there is something to play, there is nothing to retreat." Gonggong Wei's shrill voice rang out, and the saint looked at the courtiers below, the black robe embroidered with a golden coiling dragon, very imposing.

Unlike the previous dragon robes that were all golden in the saints, the dragon robes now are so felt by the saints, and the golden yellow is the emperor's, in the end, he is a little unwilling.

In this way, there is this dragon robe, although it is a little contrary to the ancestral teachings, but I have to say that the saint of this dragon robe is much calmer.

Between the eyebrows and eyebrows of the following people, one of them came out and replied: "Your Majesty, the minister has a play." ”

"If you have any proposals, let's say it." There was only one Tobe Shirou before, but in order to make them have a certain degree of competition, it was finally set at two, and if there were no accidents, there was one at the end, and it would become Tobe Shangshu.

"Your Majesty, now a large amount of expenditure of the household department is on the war in the northern Xinjiang, and tens of thousands of soldiers have been stationed, there is some threat to other places, and now, there is only one last city left, Your Majesty, why not send the other soldiers back, just keep a part."

As soon as he finished saying this, he came out to cater to him, coincidentally, this is still a speech official, and it has always been a speech official, and the mouth of the speech official is a knife, and the knife sees blood.

"Your Majesty, Mo Shilang is right, the winter is cold, the Huns and barbarians can't attack, there are war generals, some soldiers are enough, and the pressure on the treasury is too great."

The saint and the zai glanced at each other, looking at the lower side with a sincere look, it seemed that they were really thinking about themselves, with mockery in their eyes, what the emperor said was really right, there are always some people who keep making trouble.

"What you say is reasonable, but as a general on the battlefield, the general has the right to decide whether the soldiers will stay or not, besides, the biggest thing now is the war in the northern Xinjiang, and it should be taken seriously. In terms of the treasury, I think, can hold up, what does Shangshu think? ”

Hubu Shangshu is cold and not good at words, but he has his own city government in his heart, and when the waiter started playing just now, he also took a cool look.

"What Your Majesty said is reasonable, the treasury is abundant, and the war in Northern Xinjiang can be held, even if it can't be held, even if the minister sells his property, he will continue the war until the war general returns triumphantly."

The saint was about to speak, when a familiar voice came from outside: "What Shangshu said is very reasonable to say that the treasury is not enough, the lord of Cheng'an has already sent an unknown number of materials to the northern Xinjiang, and there are millions of taels, if the treasury can't even compare to these, I don't think this big city will be good." ”

As the words approached sentence by sentence, King Sheng's figure appeared in the hall, blue brocade robe, black robe, and a gentleman like jade, if it wasn't for King Sheng's expression, it was so chilling on the back.

"I've seen His Royal Highness King Sheng." The courtiers hurriedly saluted King Sheng, and the worry in the prime minister's eyes was also put down, the saint was still a little young, although he did a very good job, but he still couldn't hold it down.

"Uncle Huang." The saint stood up from the dragon chair in surprise, but sat down again with a look from King Sheng.