Back then, in order to make peace with Wei Niancheng, Tang Zhe had promised to send her live medicine to the capital, and Lan Shang had not yet developed any secret method at that time, so Su Yu went, and faced the most direct bleeding by cutting his wrists, and not once, but immortal imprisonment, until there was no more blood.

On the way to be escorted back then, it was not only the scholars and Da Kui who came to rescue her by the Weishui River, but also the thousands of troops led by Xiao Yi who arrived later.

Without the emperor's will, it is a capital crime to mobilize soldiers and horses across half of the beam, even if there is an old man of the Xiao family to intercede for it, Xiao Yi's official position is also degraded again and again, and even after a prison and then released, he still carries a shackle-like holy decree - without an edict, he will never be allowed to enter Beijing.

In fact, Xiao Yi's home is in the capital, and the general's mansion where he married Su Yu was in the most prosperous area of the capital, but now Xiao Yi has no relatives, and the general mansion of the Xiao family has long been dilapidated, and the last time Xiao Yi entered Beijing was when the old man and the old lady of the Xiao family died of illness.

Su Yu didn't know if Xiao Yi recalled this memory now, but he only noticed that sometimes when he was quiet, he would look in the direction of the capital from time to time without saying a word, as if he was indifferent, and seemed to be planning something.

After taking a short break after Beidi withdrew his troops, Zeng Cong did not wait too long, so he set his goal in the direction of Xichuan.

Hard attack is the most powerful and direct method, but hard attack can never be considered the best strategy in the art of war. After Zeng Cong and Su Yu discussed, they decided to take the lead in adopting the "centrifugal" strategy, from within Xichuan, little by little, to elevate the forces of Tang Fold and then completely defeat them.

Speaking of which, this world is really feng shui in turns, when Su Yu and Tang Zhe were under Liang Hong, they also used this strategy of shifting flowers and trees, and gradually overheading the sky, although there are some differences now, but they are generally not too bad, and what is used is just the suspicion of the people and the nature of the left and right.

Yan Xu, the son of Yan Po, the original owner of Xichuan, others may not know that he has an inextricable relationship with Zeng Cong, Su Yu does know, if Yan Xu betrayed Zeng Cong, then according to Zeng Cong's means, Yan Xu will definitely not return to Xichuan alive, and now Yan Xu is attached to Tang Fold's hands unharmed, which means that this matter is between Zeng Cong's palms.

Su Yu felt that if it was her, if she wanted to install Neiying in Xichuan, Yan Xu would also be the first choice, because the reason why the old Yan Po opened the gate of Xichuan City to welcome Liang Hong was not because he was Liang Hong's henchman, but because Yan Po believed in the figure, it was the virtuous king Yanli, and Liang Hong just occupied Yan Po's Xichuan in the name of the son of the virtuous king.

Later, Yan Po's death, in the final analysis, was not counted as Tang Zhe's head, because Yan Xu also understood it back then, The son of the virtuous king at that time was just a puppet under Liang Hong, who couldn't make up his mind and couldn't count, his real enemy, except for Liang Hong, was Mrs. Yan and her rice bucket son who betrayed her husband for the sake of prosperity and wealth.

In fact, Tang Zhi killed Liang Hong, and he can be regarded as having a kindness to Yan Xu, so Yan Xu went to Xichuan for good reasons, and it is easiest to win Tang Zhi's trust, and the facts have also proved that Yan Xu has done a lot of things for Xichuan over the years, and Xichuan's stability and development today are indispensable to Yan Xu's contributions.

However, if you want to split Xichuan, just one strict order must not be enough. Su Yu and Xiao Yi are now dressed up and entered Xichuan, just to find a few crucial people, whether they fight in the future or not, these people will play a vital role.

In the wax moon, the pedestrians on the street are a little desolate, and the northwest wind blows, although it is not as cold as the border pass, and the skin and flesh of the person scraped like a knife are painful, but it also carries a dampness, which is cold to the bones.

Su Yu sat in the inn on the side of the street, guarding a burning red iron stove and sat down, half of his body was burned by the iron stove, and after eating a large bowl of noodle soup covered with beef, there was a slight sweat on his back.

Putting down the chopsticks, Su Yu looked out of the door, about to call Xiao Yi to act, but turned his face, but saw that Xiao Yi did not move at all, stretched out his hand to bake the fire, and said to Su Yu unhurriedly: "Take a break, it's cool outside, wait for you to sweat and then go out." ”

Su Yu sat back in his seat, and when he made a slight move, he burped a little indecently, Rao was thick-skinned, and he was very embarrassed to raise his eyes and glance at Xiao Yi, seeing that he didn't seem to have heard it, his expression was still the same, only a slight smile on the corner of his lips, so he put his mind at ease, thinking that Fang Cai's voice was small, and he might not have heard it.

"Yu'er still looks better if she eats fat." Cold, Xiao Yi suddenly said this.

Su Yu smiled, "What if I become fat and ugly in the future?" ”

"Uh~" Xiao Yi didn't answer for a while.

Hearing Xiao Yi's speechless response, Su Yu was a little unhappy, twisted his head, and twisted it elsewhere.

When Xiao Yi saw it, he explained: "I don't dislike you. ”

Su Yu didn't believe it, and Xiao Yi said again: "I'm thinking, if you are fatter, your strength will be stronger, maybe you can protect your husband better." As for the ugly......"

Xiao Yi hesitated for a moment, with a little smile in his eyes, "Yu'er is already good-looking, no matter what she looks like." ”

Maybe no matter what kind of woman she is, she naturally likes to listen to this kind of rhetoric with some hypocrisy, and she never gets tired of it, sometimes she doesn't listen enough, and she still asks a boring topic to the end, and now Su Yu is obviously following such a low-level routine.

"What if I really become very, very ugly?"

When it was rare to see Su Yu with such a small temperament, Xiao Yi was stunned for a moment, looked at his beloved with doting eyes, and jokingly said: "If it's really ugly, I said that I don't like beauties, you must think I'm hypocritical, so I thought, at that time, I will buy a few more mirrors and put them at home." ”

Rao is Su Yu is smart, and he didn't understand the meaning of buying a mirror for a while, so he couldn't help but ask: "What do you do when you buy a mirror?" ”

Xiao Yijun's eyes raised slightly, and he pretended to be helpless and said: "The wife in the family is strong, and the husband will not dare to look for flowers and willows, if he likes beauties, he has to take a mirror and look at himself." ”

“……”

Su Yu was speechless for a while, and after holding it for a long time, he laughed and scolded, "It's so thick-skinned." ”

After receiving this evaluation, Xiao Yi's eyes smiled, and he became more and more faceless, "Mrs. has won the award." ”

After Xiao Yi relied on his cheek to get through these fatal and contrived problems, Su Yu was interested, and he didn't "embarras" Xiao Yi anymore, but only looked at the somewhat gloomy sky outside through the crack in the door, thinking that a heavy snow seemed to be falling.

Just like Xiao Yat just said, if a man doesn't like beauties, it is probably a bit adulterated, but if a man really likes it, just a beauty is far from enough.

As the night gradually came, there were fewer and fewer people on the street, Su Yu pulled off a hairpin on his head, gently stirred the candle on the table, and gently stroked on the edge of the pool full of wax oil.

In the middle of the night, the long-brewing snow finally came, falling from the sky, falling to the ground, and melting at a very fast speed, until the snow in the sky seemed to accumulate too much resentment, and the falling became bigger and bigger, and the earth barely left a trace of white, but when the snowflakes rested a little, they melted clean again.

The snow in Nishikawa is like this, and sometimes people are like this.

The snow was falling outside the attic, the night was already deep, and the man behind the desk who was concentrating on writing had not yet had time to take off the official uniform of the previous court.

The little boy who was waiting had already come in and raised the order several times, but the official business was important, and the man still didn't look like he wanted to rest, so he just waved his hand and let the boy go back to rest first.

In the silent room, only the rustling of books and the sound of writing were left, and the man frowned from time to time, as if he was disturbed by something extremely disturbing.

Suddenly, the closed window was blown by the wind, and with a clang, the candlestick placed on the small table fell down and fell to the ground because of its unstable position, throwing the candle into the corner and extinguishing it.

The room was plunged into darkness, except for the lanterns hidden behind the pillars under the porch, faltering, and sporadically letting in a little light into the room.

When the man was worried, he suddenly encountered this kind of thing, and his heart became more and more irritable, but no matter how irritable he was, he still had to relight the candle to see the handwriting on the book.

By the faint light outside, the man walked to the place where the candlestick had fallen, and groped around the corner of the cabinet for a moment before touching the candle that had just been extinguished.

I reached out to get the candle, but I saw that the hem of the flowing yarn suddenly hung down in front of me.

The man's frightened hands trembled, and he saw that under the hem of the clothes, a pair of women's feet were faintly hidden, and the embroidered shoes were embroidered with a blooming plum blossom, and the bright red color made of red thread was like a drop of blood falling in the snow, which was beautiful in artistic conception, but also cruel.

The man was stunned, these shoes, this picture, in his mind, seemed familiar.

The body trembled slightly, and slowly raised his head with the skirt, but saw that under the faint light, he was like a ghost in front of him, and suddenly there was a woman, the woman was covered with white gauze, and the eyes exposed outside looked indifferent, and it seemed that she didn't mean to hurt him.

Those eyes, he distinguished, clearly recognized, and it was such a pair of eyes that had been haunted by his dreams for many years.

The man was at a loss for what to do, and without thinking in his mind, he called out in a daze: "Dream, dream pays ......"

The woman was silent for a moment, sighed, plucked a hairpin from her head, and handed it to the man.

"It's been many years, Akiro, and I'll give you back this hairpin."