After listening to Wen Xuan's analysis, Wen Xianzhong only felt hopeless for help, and sighed at the moment: "In vain, I kept promising the generals of the two trivial rebels to win reinforcements, but now it seems that we can only watch them die." ”

Wen Xuan was silent for a long time before opening his mouth again: "After all, Badulu has not yet captured Xiangyang, so it is better for us to send a letter to the past, so that they can prepare early, and withdraw the army directly from Xiangyang to save their lives for the time being." ”

Wen Xianzhong shook his head: "Right now, the world is still the world of the Yuan Court, where can they run?" The Red Turban Army in the North had just breathed a sigh of relief from the war and was fighting a fierce battle with Timur, while the Red Turban Army in the South was only concerned about expanding its territory and would not save them from death. Their only chance of survival is to defend Xiangyang, if they directly abandon the city and flee, they are afraid of more casualties under the pursuit of Badulu. ”

Wen Xuan sighed, there were countless casualties under the war, and the hundreds of thousands of soldiers and civilians in the Xiangyang area were afraid that they would not be able to live in peace within a few years.

"Dad, where are we going now? Why don't I send you back to Sanssouci Island to meet my mother first, and you can also take care of your body. ”

As Wen Xuan expected, Wen Xianzhong once again rejected his proposal: "Continue to find Peng Yingyu!" Xu Shouhui's ambition is so big, it is already difficult to persuade him to assist Allah of the Great Song Dynasty, and the only smart person who can be found in the Southern Red Turban Army at the moment is Peng Yingyu's apprentice. ”

Hearing Wen Xianzhong say this, Wen Xuan's heart was half cold again, his father never forgot the royal family of the Zhao family in the Great Song Dynasty, but Zhao Wanpu could neither write nor martial arts, although he had the blood of the Zhao family, how could he become a great weapon? Now that the world is full of heroes, anyone surnamed Zhao dares to jump out and say that he is the bloodline of the Zhao family's royal family, and who can really verify it?

The father relied on his loyalty to assist the descendants of the Zhao family, and of course he believed it as a son, but in the eyes of outsiders, I am afraid that it was just the descendants of the Wen family who wanted to get a piece of the pie in the troubled times......

Wen Xianzhong saw that his son didn't move, and added a few more words: "Isn't that Fang Guozhen your person?" The message told him to be ready to capture Wen and Taiwan at any time, and if Peng Yingyu and Liu Futong are unreliable, then we will start from eastern Zhejiang. ”

As soon as Wen Xianzhong's words fell, he coughed violently, so frightened that Wen Xuan hurriedly went to support his father, and agreed: "Don't worry, I will do everything according to your wishes." ”

Wen Xianzhong was always in a hurry, and Wen Xuan kept slowing down, and the two of them tossed for more than ten days without being happy or slow, and finally arrived at Qishui, the capital of the Tianwan regime.

According to Wen Xuan's meaning, he has some friendship with Peng Yingyu's beloved disciple Zou Pusheng, and he can meet with him to learn some news, even if it doesn't help the battle situation in Xiangyang, but at least he can let himself and his father know more about the internal situation of the Tianwan regime, and Wen Xianzhong also approved of this plan.

Zou Pusheng is now a national teacher of Tianwan, and he is a big man above 10,000 people in the Southern Red Turban Army, and his residence is naturally very easy to find, Wen Xuan first arranged a place for Wen Xianzhong to rest, and then personally visited Zou Pusheng.

When he arrived at the door of the house, his own subordinates stopped Wen Xuan and asked him what his surname was, and what was the important matter for him to see the national teacher.

Wen Xuan smiled and handed over some broken silver: "Just tell your master, an old friend surnamed Wen is visiting." ”

When the gatekeeper saw Wen Xuan's appearance, he was Zou Pusheng's old acquaintance, and he didn't dare to accept the broken silver: "You wait a while, I'll go in and report it." ”

After a short time, this person hurried back, followed by the numb-faced Zou Pusheng.

Zou Pusheng wore a dark blue robe as before, and hurriedly trotted out, and was overjoyed when he saw Wen Xuan: "Brother Wen Xian, please speak inside!" With that, he took Wen Xuan's hand and walked inside.

Wen Xuan already had a good impression of Zou Pusheng, but seeing him so enthusiastic, he felt a little more relaxed and followed him into the hall.

"Brother Wen Xian, farewell to Duoyun Villa, you and I haven't seen each other for a long time!" Zou Pusheng had no pretensions, and while greeting him, he personally poured tea for Wen Xuan, looking as kind as his own brother.

Wen Xuan's tone also became cordial: "The junior brother knew that Senior Brother Zou had the ability to follow the dragon, but I didn't expect that in less than a year, you would become a national teacher of Tianwan. ”

Zou Pusheng smashed his mouth and pointed at Wen Xuan with his finger: "You stinky boy, don't make fun of Zou, who doesn't know that I, Zou Pusheng, am a fool who doesn't know anyone!" ”

What do you mean by that? Who doesn't know that it is Senior Brother that you have to meet the Lord, which is why the establishment of the end of the heavens, how can anyone dare to think of you like this? ”

Zou Pusheng sighed, and sat down on the chair dejectedly: "Virtuous brother, the foolish brother is ashamed of the teachings of the master and his old man!" It's the gate of this National Teacher's Mansion, I haven't stepped out for a month, if nothing else, I feel shameless on my face! Today is when you come to visit in person, if it were someone else's foolish brother, you would have closed the door a long time ago! ”

Wen Xuan has dealt with Zou Pusheng a few times, although this person is not good-looking, but he has a delicate heart is the true inheritance of Peng Yingyu, it is not too much to say that he is a reincarnation Zhuge , there is an arrogant momentum between his gestures, but why is he so depressed when I see him today?

Before Wen Xuan could ask, Zou Pusheng continued: "Brother Xian, don't be polite to me, you are a busy person, you must have something important to discuss if you can come to me, you just have to say, as long as the foolish brother can do what the Lord can do, he will do his best to help you." ”

Wen Xuan smiled: "It would be a lie to say that there is nothing to bother you, Senior Brother, but it is not my private matter." ”

Wen Xuan said that he told Zou Pusheng about the battle situation in Xiangyang, and said that after Li Taisu was killed by Badulu himself, Wen Xuan squinted and leaned over and asked, "Senior Brother Zou, as you see, what should these two trivial red turban rebels do now?" ”

Zou Pusheng was stunned: "This ......"

"Senior brother can just say something straightforward, how can we still have these concerns between us?"

Zou Pusheng sighed and said: "I won't tell you, although the foolish brother is closed, he is always concerned about the war in various places, and even the situation in Xiangyang that you said has already been reported to me." But now after all, I am a minister, loyal to the Emperor of Tianwan, and I have to think about the monarch in everything I do, so I don't know how to answer for a while. ”

Wen Xuan was so smart, he naturally heard the deep meaning of Zou Pusheng's words, and knew that the Tianwan Red Turban Army would not help no matter what.

Wen Xuan sighed and took a sip of tea: "Senior Brother Zou, I don't know where Hall Master Peng and his old man are now?" To tell you the truth, I still have some things I want to ask him about in person. ”