"Old general, please get up." Lu Qian pulled up Liu Fa with joy on his face. This uncle was aggrieved when he was captured, but he had all his strength but couldn't use it, and he was put into a sleeve with his hands and feet.

When Lu Qian first saw this person, he glanced at the air column above his head and knew that it was another Uncle Zhang's night.

Fortunately, there is also a system, a natural vision, and all the problems are solved. Uncle Zhang has been hard for so many years, doesn't he also obediently surrender? This person is five out of fifty, in good health, and now he has become the right political envoy and Lanzhou Taishou in the province of Qisu. Liu Fa had to consider his son's safety, and he was in a dilemma, and he had a serious illness because of it.

It is still Lu Qian who is empathetic and comforting. Liu Fa was seriously ill and recuperated for many days before he was relieved. and contacted Liu Zhengyan through the Espionage Division, but he did not persuade his son to surrender, let alone the vision that fell from the sky that day. It's just a letter to the family, which tells the family routine, but it is undoubtedly a shot of chicken blood for Liu Fa, and the son's letter arrived in less than half a month, and he was refreshed and recovered as before.

"It's a great blessing that the old general can recover as before. In the future war in the northwest, I will rely on the strength of the old general. ”

Liu Fa doesn't look at the wreckage of the war with the Qi army, but he is really famous in the northwest. If the Northwest Army has him in charge, it will only be a deterrent, ten times that of Lu Zhishen.

Lu Qian still didn't dare to ask Monk Hua to easily lead the army to attack and kill Western Xia. He led his troops to recover Lingwu, which was ripe fruit on the branches, within reach. But to attack the Hexi Corridor to the west is a bit worrying.

Liu Fa hurriedly said to himself that he didn't dare, but Lu Qian was not deliberately praising people, but telling the truth. There are many tribes in the northwest, and there are often small forces under the big forces, just like the warlords of the Republic of China in later generations, if you don't have a deep understanding of them, it is really difficult to do the best. Lu Qian wanted to take it to the northwest not only Liu Fa, but also Xiao Chong. It's just that this little kind of character is more rigid, and he didn't go to the suburbs that day, and he couldn't witness the scene of colorful auspicious clouds falling from the sky and purple gas filling the sky. Even if I heard someone say it later, I can take care of his brother, and there is a kind of family that is old and young, and has the strengths of the vultures.

"The words of the old general's book are full of insight, and I have read them many times recently, and new ideas have always arisen. The war in the northwest will have many troublesome generals in the future. "It's the future, not the present.

The Qi army was already preparing for a new offensive, striving to completely sweep the Southern Song Dynasty within three to five months. also solved Liu Fa's set.

"That is, in the autumn and winter of this year, if the old general is still willing to fight on the battlefield, he can go back out of the mountain." In Lu Qian's mouth, the Southern Song Dynasty was like a death row prisoner who had been doomed to fate, saying that when he died, he would die when he would.

But he said such words in a very ordinary, homely tone, as if he had easily killed an ant, and Liu Fa intuitively blew a gust of wind in his face, making him hold his breath.

Liu Fa drank and walked away with a flushed face. Because Lu Qian confided in him, Lu Hongwu's ambition was far greater than he thought, not only to recover the Hexi Corridor, but also to attack the Western Regions, manage the Seven Rivers, and return to the river.

His technique of painting flatbread has become more skilled, which has made Liu Fa's blood boil, and for the first time in his heart, he has the idea of Zhao Song's early demise. If the wine is not drunk, everyone is drunk, and he went with a red face.

After Liu Fa left, Lu Qian looked at the leaky pot, and it was less than two watches. The dark blue sky is solemn and far away, a first quarter moon hangs in the sky, and the quiet evening breeze blows around, making people feel a little calm in their hearts. He was drunk and sleepy, but he couldn't sleep well in the study.

Let's go to Pan Jinlian. Emperor Lu is a nostalgic person.

When she arrived in Beiyuan, Pan Jinlian looked at Lu Qian's appearance, and her psychological joy was scattered. She had already asked the maid to inquire about what Lu Qian was doing in the vestibule, and when she heard that she was busy with business, she felt that everyone in the harem would have to guard the empty room tonight. I had already bathed and cleansed myself, and lay down to sleep. When Lu Qian came in, Pan Jinlian was woken up by the maid next to her, and she was busy getting up to serve, but Lu Qian stopped her. He took off his mask, sat down on the circle chair, and said, "Don't get up, I'll sit for a while." ”

There was also a smell of alcohol in his speech, and his face was a little red. His alcohol consumption is really not as good as Liu Fa's. This thing has nothing to do with physical fitness. Pan Jinlian knew that Lu Qian was drunk.

That's nothing to say. Pan Jinlian asked the maid to come in and wait for Lu Qian to take off his boots and pour water, and then pulled the person to the bed to rest. He gave the maid another look. Lu Qian doesn't know when he will wake up? But when I woke up, I would definitely use some soup, so I went to the kitchen first and ordered the chef to prepare it.

The maid nodded to show that she understood, walked out of the room silently, and gently closed the door before leaving.

There were only the two of them left in the inner and outer rooms.

Pan Jinlian said that she had slept for a while, but she fell asleep after lying down for a while. Lu Qian's brain was dizzy, and he soon snored loudly.

Get a good night's sleep. When he woke up, Lu Qian felt refreshed.

When I woke up in the morning, I no longer had a newspaper in my hand, but an internal journal of the Imperial History Terrace. In a sense, this is not open to the public, a bit like the earlier Di Bao. It's just that secrecy is better.

It's been a while, and Lu Qian no longer cares about newspapers, but pays more attention to the internal magazines of various departments. Even though it has the same characteristics as a newspaper in a sense, it is also more real than a newspaper.

For breakfast, there is fragrant rice porridge, a plate of salted duck eggs cut in half, an urn of stewed tofu with shrimp, a cup of stewed pork ribs with yam, and vinegared cabbage and cold kelp shreds.

A very, very homely dish. And all of them are appetizing and refreshing, Lu Qian picked up the chopsticks and ate them, and used chopsticks to rip all the egg white yolks into the porridge bowl. She just likes bean curd, and it's still sweet.

Lu Qian slept with her last night, and when he woke up at dawn, the energetic Emperor Lu was showing his strength at the moment, making Pan Jinlian collapse.

Lu Qian picked up two bowls of white porridge, and then asked someone to serve a plate of dumplings, and the person hurriedly went out. When Pan Jinlian, who had slept for a long time, woke up again, and when she got up and dressed up, she was told by the maid that Lu Qian had gone to Jeju.

From Yidu to Liangshanbo, I quickly stepped up and walked straight for a day. I arrived at Liangshan Station in the middle of the night. It was the waterside wine house that Zhu Gui ran at the beginning.

The next morning, when everything was silent, a glimmer of light on the eastern horizon carefully soaked the light blue sky, and a new day gradually moved from afar.

Liang Shanbo in the first rays of the morning sun, Lu Qian hadn't seen it for a long time. Under the morning light, Shuibo was wrapped in a thin morning mist, but he seemed to see through the mist that the flag on Shuibo Dazhai was waving in the wind......

Taking a breath, Lu Qian could only look forward to, "I hope that money leopard can be reliable!" ”(https:)

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