"Don't forget the crown princess, it was Ling Mei who hit my son first, if it weren't for that slap, how could my son get out of control?" Qin Shangshu was angry, but the one above was the crown princess, if he broke through, he was afraid that it would not end well.

There were more and more people around, and Ning Jiahe was a little panicked, but he still forced himself not to retreat.

Today's matter has reached this level, thinking that tomorrow the capital will spread the news of Ning Shandie, Ning Xiyue pinched the silk handkerchief and lightly covered the smile at the corner of her mouth, "Qin Shangshu has been here for a long time, and the housekeeper has not invited people in, if there is anything to say, we can sit down and talk, don't let people laugh at our general's mansion for not knowing etiquette." ”

Steward Xu glanced at Lu Wen tangledly, and then looked at the people who were talking to each other, and couldn't make up his mind for a while.

Most of those people talked about Ning Shandie's arrogance, Lu Wen paused, her butterfly can't live in peace after death?

"You all shut up for me, Die'er is the sister of the crown princess, you are not allowed to talk nonsense." Lu Wen clenched his fists, eager to rush into the crowd and beat up those who gossiped about Ning Shandie.

Ning Jiahe calmed down, pulled Lu Wen beside him, and said softly, "Mother, let these people in first, otherwise the third sister is afraid that she will not be at peace." ”

After that, he glared at Ning Xiyue who was standing aside watching the play viciously, Third Sister, if you have a spirit in the sky, don't let go of this person who killed you.

Lu Wen looked at Ning Jiahe puzzled, shook his head slightly, and said reluctantly, "Butler, invite someone in." ”

She deliberately bit the word "please", then flicked off her sleeves, turned around and entered the house, even Ning Jiahe next to her didn't pay attention to it.

"The second sister should be careful when she sleeps at night, the third sister will look for you." Ning Jiahe frowned and walked up to Ning Xiyue, and said angrily.

Ning Xiyue chuckled a chuckle and said meaningfully, "This sentence is returned to the eldest sister as it is." ”

Ning Jiahe was stunned for a moment, her face turned pale, what did Ning Xiyue know? Still is......

"The Eighth Princess." Qin Shangshu walked over steadily and respectfully bowed his hand to Ning Xiyue.

When Ning Jiahe came back to her senses, Ning Xiyue had already bypassed her to Qin Shangshu, she angrily tugged at the corner of her clothes, frowned, and looked at Ning Xiyue's back through gritted teeth, if there was a knife in her hand at this time, she really wanted to give Ning Xiyue a knife in her back.

But seeing that Qin's mother looked at her fiercely, her gaze seemed to kill her, so she strode into the mansion.

"Qin Shangshu, let's go inside, please! It's better to settle the matter as soon as possible, so that the third sister can settle down as soon as possible. Ning Xiyue smiled decently, and then turned around and went in.

Qin Shangshu and Qin's mother also hurriedly followed, and the people around saw that there was no excitement to watch, and they dispersed one after another.

The other side.

There are many tents on an open land, and a few military flags fluttering in the wind at the entrance, and the word "Fuchen" on it is very clear, that is Feng Huayin's army.

There were constant patrolling soldiers in the barracks, and there were guards standing everywhere.

In a camp tent with a handsome flag, Feng Huayin propped his hands on the edge of a large sand table, and looked at the undulating terrain with frowning eyebrows.

Zhang Wei stood aside with a gloomy face, "Lord Wang, the situation is not good, we have already fought a small battle with the enemy today, and the other party is menacing, and it is not easy to deal with." ”

He knew that Feng Huayin was worried about the princess of the capital and wanted to solve it quickly, but according to the current situation, it would not be fast.

"What about the casualties of the First World War today?" Feng Huayin's cold eyes were still staring at the sand table, he wanted to deal with these people earlier, but it seemed that he had underestimated the enemy.

The other party's study of the terrain here is extremely thorough, and he actually attacked suddenly where his army passed, and outflanked both sides, which made the soldiers panic for a while, but fortunately he ordered the retreat in time, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable.

"The death toll has not yet been counted, but the number of injured is 20,000."

Feng Huayin rubbed the corners of his eyes with his right hand, he was injured in the first battle, and the casualties were so large, it seems that this is a tough battle, "You go, call those generals, and say that this king is looking for them to discuss countermeasures." ”

"My subordinates will go." Zhang Wei quickly turned around and lifted the curtain of the tent and went out.

Feng Huayin sat on the Taishi chair on the side, his face did not change and his face did not change heavily, it stands to reason that this place is the boundary of Fuchen, they should be on the favorable side, what is the problem!

Soon, more than a dozen people came to the tent one after another, and several of them were tall and tall in armor.

"I've seen the Eighth Prince." With the armor on their bodies, it was inconvenient for everyone to salute, so they just bowed their hands slightly.

"No need to be polite, generals, please take a seat." Feng Huayin opened his eyes and glanced at those people deeply, his face was a little heavy, "Today, we lost the first battle, and the army's spirit is unstable, this king specially summoned all the generals to discuss the next battle plan." ”

"Lord Wang, the last general thinks that the important thing is to stabilize the morale of the army at present, it is better to retreat to Tongguan and let the soldiers recuperate for a few days, and then find an opportunity to attack." Zhang Tan arched his hand.

"No, Lord Wang, isn't General Zhang Tan like this, doesn't it make the enemy think that our soldiers in Fuchen are all cowardly and cowardly? The last general thought that today's battle was no more than a fluke for the other side, and as long as our army could be more vigilant and find another opportunity to boost morale, there would be no problem. A young man stepped forward and bowed.

"It makes sense, this time it's just a fluke from the enemy, and we can't count it as a loss."

Several generals followed the man's words, they had also been in the army for many years, and naturally knew that this was just a strong argument, but as the man said, their soldiers were not cowardly people, if they really left, wouldn't it be a joke?

Feng Huayin narrowed his eyes slightly, got up and looked solemnly at a battle map hanging on the screen behind him, and pointed with his right hand to the place where the two armies fought not long ago.

"Generals, there is a cloud in the book of soldiers: the way of soldiers is also treacherous, the way of using soldiers lies in the ever-changing, unexpected, don't think that today's battle is a fluke of the other party, this shows that people already know the route of our army's march, we need to be more cautious, General Deng, this is called prudence, not cowardice." Feng Huayin's cold eyes swept over the young generals who were deceiving themselves.

The corners of his eyebrows furrowed slightly, these people are just some people who talk on paper, and they are not as practical as the old General Zhang Tan, it seems that in the future, we have to be careful of bad things under the impulses of these people.

General Deng was the one who suggested that the enemy had won the first battle by chance.

Suddenly, General Deng's face sank, the fists on his legs were clenched, and his head was turned away, if it weren't for the success of His Royal Highness the Prince's strategy, he didn't want to stay in this broken place.

When he helped His Royal Highness the Crown Prince eradicate the Eighth Prince, he was indispensable for the promotion of officials and lords, so where was the need to run here and pin his head to the waistband of his trousers.