evening

Song Jian, who was wearing a casual clothes, was waving a pen in the hall, Song Jian was over forty years old, with a Chinese character face, full of righteousness. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Standing below him was the steward of the Song Mansion.

Song Jian handed the written silk book to the steward below and said solemnly: "You must send this letter out!" ”

The steward took the letter but had no intention of leaving, but said worriedly: "Today, the prince's man has come to urge again!" ”

Song Jian raised his head and said, "How much money is there in the house?" ”

"Less than a thousand taels!"

"Then let's get five hundred taels!"

"Good!"

A woman opened the weft curtain and came out.

"Madame, why are you here?" Song Jian looked at the woman with a dissatisfied look on her face.

"In that case, I'm leaving!"

The steward closed the door and walked out.

The woman's face was full of haggardness.

"I just heard that you are going to take out five hundred taels"

"What do you know about the women's family, these are the expenses of those soldiers on the front line."

The woman was already crying, "You know your sergeants, you know that your family is barely making ends meet!" Even the servant's wages could not be paid. ”

Song Jian sighed, "After all, they are following my subordinates. ”

Did Xun'er sleep? ”

The woman wiped the tears from the corners of her mouth, and when she heard the voice, her face showed a touch of love, "I let the nurse accompany me, and I have already fallen asleep!" ”

"You tell me the truth, can this thistle capital city be defended? I heard a few days ago that the crown prince has slowly collected valuable things in the palace! ”

"Who did you listen to, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has already said that he swears to live and die with thistle."

"Who knows who is a big man of them, how can he take care of so many people in Jidu City at that time."

The two of them were silent, except for the light of the oil lamp swaying in the wind.

For a while.

Song Jian said, "If the city is broken, you and Xun'er escape from the north gate together, and I will let my cronies send you out." ”

A servant pushed the door open.

"General!"

"You go down first!"

After seeing her leave, Song Jian tidied up his clothes.

"What's the matter?"

"Someone wants to see you!"

"Didn't you say you hadn't seen any visitors for the past two days?"

The servant paused and said, "He said it was your old man!" ”

"Old man!"

"Then you let them in!"

Two men dressed in brocade were led by servants through the long corridor to the antechamber.

Chu Nan pretended to be a little guy and stood behind Yan Yi, and said in a low voice, "How much do you know about this Song Jian?" ”

"Song Jian used to be my general, and he is now the defender of the south gate of Jidu, if you want to break through the south gate, Song Jian is the best candidate."

Yan Yi looked at Chu Nan, "Why didn't you see the other two!" ”

"Those two have other tasks, so they don't have to worry about General Yan!"

Yan Yi only felt extremely harsh when he heard the title of this general, what kind of general is he there now, just a prisoner!

The servant led him to the main hall and looked at Song Jian on the desk.

Song Jian stood up, "Are you?" ”

"The general doesn't know me anymore!"

Yan Yi opened the robe on his head first.

"It's you!" Song Jian said with an uncontrollable shock in his tone!

"You're not?"

"Isn't it? Still a prisoner! ”

"It's just that the general, you used to be my superior, I just hope that the general won't do anything to be sorry for Yan Guo!"

Chu Nan knew that this person was not easy to deal with since he saw Song Jian giving him, because his eyebrows and eyes were too right, and Yan Yi was now a prisoner, and there was not much protection, and in the past few days, Yan Yi's sharp spirit had already been consumed too much.

"Then how can General Song agree to our conditions!" Chu Nan spoke from the side.

"Who are you?" Song Jian raised his eyebrows, his eyes full of anger.

"As long as the general agrees to our conditions, I guarantee that the Qin State will give the general a better future."

"Qin's fine work!" Song Jian drew the sword behind him.

"Someone!"

Dense footsteps were heard outside the antechamber, and countless soldiers pushed open the door and surrounded the two.

"General Song, what do you mean by this?" Yan Yi's face was pale.

"Since Yan Yi resolutely surrendered to the Qin State, then I can only hand you over to His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

"What to do!"

"General Yan don't worry, I have my own way!" Chu Nan said, his face did not change at all.

There was a lot of noise in the backyard of the Song Mansion, as well as the sound of weapons clashing against each other.

and faint sounds like letting go.

Hearing this, Chu Nan finally had a smile on his face.

A steward hurriedly came to Song Jian's face.

"What's going on?"

"General, it's no good, Madame has been held hostage by them!"

"What?"

Song Jian's figure staggered for a while, and even the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

There was a murmur, and it was Song Jian's wife Song Shi who was the first, and there was a boy about five or six years old beside him, but there was a sharp sword resting on her neck, and the people behind her were Zhou Wu and Zhang Sheng.

"You, despicable!" Song Jian pointed his sword at Chu Nan in front of him.

"Kill him!"

"I see who dares!" Zhou Wu said loudly, and the sharp blade even cut a bloody mark on the woman's neck.

"Stop!" Song Jian said, the usual general could not help but panic at this time.

Chu Nan's time is very urgent, this is already the second day, if he can no longer control the south gate of Jidu, then the third day of the strong attack will lose thousands of people, so he doesn't mind using some extraordinary means.

He walked down and came to the little boy's side.

The little boy rubbed into the woman's arms with some fear.

"What's your name!"

"Song... Song Xun! ”

"What a good boy!" Chu Nan touched the boy's face.

"What are you going to do!?" Song Jian said sharply.

Chu Nan stood up, "It's nothing, I just think Ling Gongzi is so handsome!" ”

It's just that there are these tones in Chu Nan's tone.

"If I remember correctly, General Song only has this one son."

Hearing this, the sword in Song Xun's hand fell to the ground weakly, and he knew that he had been defeated.