Who else will be in the garrison on the outskirts of the city besides Jingwei? Jiang Banxia looked puzzled.

"Don't tell me you don't know." Fuyumash teased.

"There is nothing else in the garrison outside the city except Jingwei, did General Xiaodong hear any rumors?" She lowered her eyes and inadvertently stirred the soup bowl in her hand.

"It's not a rumor." Winter Mash leaned forward and lowered his voice, "In the past few days, my people have found that the garrison outside the city has increased, and many of them are sergeants with a northwest accent. ”

"Northwest accent?" Jiang Banxia suddenly raised his eyes, revealing a strange expression.

They were so close that Fuyumoromi could even see the fluff on her face, her long eyelashes down, and her amber eyes made her heart skip a beat.

"Whose army do you think it will be?" Winter Mash got straight to the point: "The new emperor hasn't ascended the throne yet, these people are dancing too happily, right?" ”

"Northwest accent, it can only be Cao Bingye's people." Jiang Banxia subconsciously rubbed the handle of the knife.

"It seems that you know very well," Fuyumo smiled crookedly, "But you can't talk nonsense, we have to come up with evidence, right?" ”

Jiang Banxia smiled knowingly.

The weather is cold, the Lantern Festival in the bowl is cold, and the sesame seeds are floated with a layer of oil floating on the soup, greasy and greasy, which pours people's appetite.

"It's rare to celebrate the holidays, let's go for a walk together." Fuyumi Moromi invited.

Shangyuan Festival was originally a festival of reunion, she had no relatives, she was alone in the world, and the festival was as boring for her as countless repeated days, and it didn't matter what she did.

Jiang Banxia smiled and agreed: "It's okay." ”

She is a very hypocritical person, and she will be patient with people who want to please her, even if she is asked to do something she doesn't want to do, she will smile and agree, as long as she can achieve her goal.

"When I didn't come to Kyoto before, I heard a few demeaning Beijing officials say that Kyoto's winter is cold and cold, and I was thinking about how cold it is. Can it be colder than a winter on the southeast coast? Winter mash babbled.

Jiang Banxia lightly tilted his cheeks and showed a just right smile: "Is it cold?" ”

"It's okay, it's a little cold and dry here, just wrap it thicker, it's really cold over there in winter, and no matter how much you wear it, it won't work." Fuyumo grinned: "It's not an exaggeration as the legend says. ”

Jiang Banxia listened carefully to Dong Moro's nonsense, without showing the slightest impatience, and seemed extremely modest.

"Ahem, ahem." Fuyumomi was uncomfortable when he looked at him, and he rubbed his arms and said, "The recent rumors in Kyoto... Have you heard? ”

"What rumors?" There are many rumors, and I don't know which one this Xiaodong general is talking about.

"It's just... It's just..."Winter Mash didn't know how to speak, and it was rumored that it would be too embarrassing to ask me in person.

Jiang Banxia relieved the siege and said: "General Xiaodong said it is okay, what do you and I have to say." ”

One sentence directly classifies the winter mash into the ranks of his own people, and says that he has no intention of listening to the ironing.

"Hey, the rumors are all nonsense, and they can only be heard as jokes." Dong Mo self-relieved himself and said: "Recently, it has been rumored that Brother Jiang is a woman, a demon girl with cholera, I still don't know if Brother Jiang is a man or a woman, we have a good relationship, those people who spread it blindly are purely jealous, jealous... Brother Jiang, your achievements. ”

In the end, his voice gradually weakened, because Jiang Banxia was staring at him, his eyes were still as calm as ever.

"Could it be... It's true? Fuyumo gave an answer that he didn't even believe.

Jiang Banxia said quietly: "It's true." ”

The air was eerily quiet for a few seconds, save for the cacophony of passers-by.

"Are you kidding?" Winter Moro's inquiring eyes fell on Jiang Banxia's body, and such an answer was really caught off guard.

"Does it matter if it's a man or a woman?" Jiang Banxia chuckled.

Does it matter? Of course it doesn't matter, what matters is the authority in her hands, and those people will listen to her whether they live or die.

"Only the incompetent will blame the failure on the woman, they are quick to speak but have the ability, but there is no one who dares to speak in front of me." Jiang Banxia sneered: "It's just a coward." ”

Winter Moromi was surprised in his heart, and his face was vaguely uncomfortable, was it a little inappropriate for him to speak and act before, he remembered that he insisted on dragging this person to drink when he was in the southeast, it was completely... The brothers are good at cooking.

Will he be disliked? Thinking of Jiang Banxia's means of settling accounts after summer and autumn, Dong Moro's whole body trembled, and he suddenly felt that the winter in the north was frozen to the heart.

"It's still a long night, let's go to the city walls." Jiang Banxia smiled: "When the show starts in the second half of the night, General Xiaodong will have to watch it carefully." ”

Fuyumoro: "That's nature. ”

*

On the outskirts of Kyoto, the garrison place.

"Mr. Zhuzhou is back." The little boy opened the curtain and greeted Meng Zhuzhou diligently.

Meng Zhuzhou's body was weak, he was still wrapped in a cloak after entering the house, even if he was still coughing, there was one person in the big tent in addition to Meng Zhuzhou, who was tall and thin, with a plum blossom white hosta inserted in his bun, and he was elegant.

"His Royal Highness." Meng Zhuzhou coughed lightly and arched his hand: "The rumor that the cause of the emperor's death is suspected has been released, and it will spread throughout Kyoto tonight." ”

"Good." The eldest prince looked at the dark sky outside the account with great ambition.

The sudden collapse of Emperor Qingwen was a huge blow to the eldest prince, no one wanted to sit in that position more than him, how could he be willing? How can you just let it go? So he resolutely blocked everything.

The eldest prince turned his back to look at the map of Beijing hanging in the tent, and the huge Kyoto was in full view, which was impregnable, and he wanted to be the emperor, who everyone he needed, just like the ancestor of the year.

"When night comes, our men will come into the city from here in the guise of the people." The eldest prince pointed to a city gate on the map.

There is no curfew during the Shangyuan Festival, and the people poured out of their homes to enjoy the lanterns, and their people happened to follow the people into the city, which was a golden opportunity, and if this opportunity was missed, it would be even more difficult to sneak into Kyoto and launch a mutiny.

He is not an ancestor, he has enough time to develop his power in the Northern Barbarian Land, he is not given much time, and there are few opportunities for him, and it is difficult to reach the sky if he misses this opportunity.

The eldest prince paced back and forth, his face was calm but his heart was anxious, success or failure was in one move, success he sat in that position, failure was lifeless, he didn't want to fail, so he was worried.

"With General Huaiyuan here, our chances of victory are very high, Your Highness only needs to lead troops to stabilize the inner palace, and everything will be fine." Meng Zhuzhou complimented.

"Where is General Huaiyuan now?" The eldest prince asked anxiously.

"Look at the time, it should be coming soon."

"Wait, wait."

The brazier in the tent crackled, and the old god Meng Zhuzhou was shrunk on the circle chair, and behind him stood Ling who was as silent as a shadow, except for him, all of his eyes overlapped on the leak, and they were waiting for Cao Bingye.