The Hun knight turned over and dismounted and came to Liu Bao, landing on one knee, "Qi Yu little prince, it's really hateful to close the guards, disobey the king, and refuse to surrender." Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Liu Bao waved his hand, "It's okay, let them jump happily for a few days first", and then said in a loud voice, "Retreat ten miles, choose a place to camp, and wait for the follow-up troops."

The commander of the thousand was very puzzled, "What does the little prince mean by this, why not attack now that the morale is in the hole?"

Liu Bao looked at the Xiongguan in front of him, full of pride, "I am a good son of the Huns, I should be an eagle that crisscrosses the world, how can I be buried in such a useless place"!

"What does the little prince mean by this?"

Liu Bao chuckled, "There is no need to doubt, this king has his own clever plan."

And the state generation, today's Loess Plateau, can be in the Eastern Han Dynasty here the mountains and rivers are beautiful, the vegetation is luxuriant, the Hexi Corridor is also lush, is the Northern Xiongnu horse breeding rear, sandstorm is still in the mother's womb that Nezha is noisy, has not yet been born, so the Loess Plateau is still a legend.

The wind and rain are smooth, the dense vegetation of Yangtou Mountain, conserves a large amount of water sources, forms a huge lake at the foot of the mountain along the slope of the stream, Zhaoyuze, the Fen River runs through, the surrounding scenery is beautiful, the mountain road is rugged, it is very beautiful.

The two carriages walked slowly on the long mountain road, followed by more than a dozen family guards, the carriage in front was calm and simple, the curtains were also dark fabrics, and the carriages followed closely in different styles, brand new birch pears, carved railings, light green curtains, crisp bells, out of thin air made the carriage a little more elegant, ethereal.

The mountain road bends, and suddenly a pair of elegant little hands open the corner of the curtain, revealing a woman's face, but seeing the wind and showing her sideburns, lightly sweeping her eyebrows and eyes with spring, the skin is delicate and soft as warm jade, and the cherry mouth is not red and delicate, and the two strands of hair on the cheeks are gently blowing with the wind to add a bit of seductive style, and the eyes that rotate flexibly turn wisely, a little naughty, a little naughty, a light green top, so beautiful that it is so flawless, so beautiful that it does not eat the fireworks of the world.

Twisting his eyebrows slightly, he seemed to be ashamed, and gently opened his lips, "Father, the mountains and rivers here are so beautiful, why don't you burn incense and boil water and play a song?"

Hearing the voice of the girl in the back, the carriage in front slowly stopped, and the old man with a crown slowly stepped out of the carriage with the support of the waiter, looking at the scenery in front of him while walking, "Daughter's eyes are good, and the mountains and rivers here are good, and it is a good place to play the qin."

The carriage in the rear also stopped, and a woman came out, only to see that the girl was about sixteen or seventeen beautiful, with flowers and branches, a long pale green skirt, beautiful long hair, a slender body, and a charming waist, although she had not yet reached a mature age, but the light red lips and the flushed face exuded the vitality of youth, like a budding bud, full of vitality, flowers and moons, white skin and muscles, and ice and jade.

The woman took the lyre in the hand of the maid, hugged it, as if distressed, very careful, moved to the old man with broken steps, bowed slightly, her face flushed with a flush, and the charming posture came out with a melodious and ethereal sound of the piano, elegant and quiet and beautiful artistic conception, mixed with the quiet sunshine echoing in the silent wilderness, like wind, rain, flowers, illusions, fog, rainbows, and dreams. The melody is tactful and smooth, like the mountains and rivers between the waterfalls, and the geese and sand fall on the desert; It is also like a fresh spring and white snow, and the three alleys of plum blossoms with bitter cold and fragrant fragrance are refreshing and full of feelings. Only snowflakes are flowers and not flowers, which are praised by the world, drifting with the wind every year, and quietly disappearing between heaven and earth. The eyes are crystal clear and full of fragrance, and the jade has become a unique style of ice and jade, which makes people feel like they are soul-destroying even if they look at it. All the pen and ink here can hardly describe her fairy beauty; It can really be said: this woman's song should have been in the sky, but I don't know who fell into the world.

There is a pot of tea boiling in front of the old man, with a faint green smoke, rising in a curling manner, disappearing into the sky like a cloud, the old man slightly closed his eyes and listened carefully, as if he could not extricate himself from it in silence, and was content.

Taiyuan, Jinyang, Taishoufu

"Report", the messenger dragged a long tone and rushed to Wang Hui of the Taishou Mansion.

Taishou Wang Hui put down the important things in his hand and sighed slightly, what should come will always come, "Read".

"There is a Hun king Liu Bao led the army to be stationed outside the Jiexiu Pass, and the menacing does not know its meaning, so please be too determined"!

Well, not Shangdang Zhang Quan? Wang Hui was puzzled, last year on the party Zhang Quan suddenly rose, just in case, Wang Hui sent troops in Yangyi, Jicheng stationed 3,000 people, expected so early, Ji Ji Huang attacked only Zhang Quan, a hearing is not Zhang Quan Wang Hui heart is a little relaxed, the Huns are just for money, Zhang Quan is for the foundation to come, which is more important Wang Hui is clear in his heart.

Didn't the Xiongnu wait until the autumn harvest to invade, why did they come to invade just after winter this winter, Wang Hui frowned, couldn't figure it out for a while, and asked, "Can you find out the meaning of the Xiongnu's trip."

"Yu Taishou, the Hun cavalry hesitated in front of the pass, retreated ten miles and set up a village, I don't know why."

"Ten miles back"? Wang Hui's eyebrows were sunken, thinking and meditating, he really didn't know why the Huns came, looting was not like looting, what was the purpose of stationing in front of the pass, he slowly got up, put his hands behind his back, and walked back and forth.

Just as Wang Hui was thinking hard, a voice came, and then a handsome young man came in, "Why is my father thinking here, isn't it clear that he went to the realm to rest?"

Seeing the young man Wang Hui frowning, and hearing the young man's words, his brows gradually expanded, "Xu'er's words are very good"!

The young man bowed down, "The child is willing to go to the realm for his father to find out."

Wang Hui touched the short beard under the chin, Xu Er was alert, but he didn't know the warmth and coldness of the world, he didn't check the human feelings in the world, and he was not grounded in the popular way, and he lived in the temple and swept the end of the place, and undoubtedly laughed off his big teeth.

Having made up his mind, Wang Hui said solemnly, "It's okay to go, but you are only allowed to inquire about the news, and you can't be arrogant", Wang Hui also knows what kind of energy his son has, he is still smart, if he is a knife soldier, it is equivalent to playing the piano to a cow.

The father was able to readily agree, Wang Xu was overjoyed in his heart, and bowed down again, "But please rest assured, the child only knows intelligence and does not know military affairs."

Wang Hui was relieved, "Then I am much more relieved to be a father."

Wang Xu resigned from his father, impatient, quickly took out the armor spear that had been treasured for many years, and led a team of personal soldiers to go straight to the boundary rest, Jinyang to the boundary rest is only a hundred and ten miles away, and it can be reached by a quick march in one day.

I have been familiar with poetry since childhood, keen and studious, never forget, export into chapters, graceful, the world knows the name of my Wang Xu, named the name of a prodigy, why father, on the occasion of the crown year, the father gradually does not pretend, often with a strong color to tell each other, completely no kind heart, father and son love. Value, Shangdang Zhang Quan Huangkou Ruzi, won by luck, but his father often hung on his lips and praised it, this unicorn! I am not convinced, on this great time, I swear to compare with Zhang Quan! ，