"Everything is fate, and it is not up to anyone. How we got here. ”

"General, listen to me, send a few more feather forest guards, send the mother away, stay in the camp, sooner or later it will be a disaster."

"The killers pursued in the capital have already touched Hangzhou City, and letting her go back alone is not equivalent to letting her die?"

"Keep us here, there are many people, in case it reaches the emperor's ears, it will ruin the friendship between the general and the emperor."

"I'd rather be misunderstood by the emperor than ruin her life."

General Cao looked at the drunken He Youan at a loss, and said helplessly: "General, I don't want to ruin her life, if it ruins your life, have you ever thought about such consequences?" ”

"If it's broken, let's get pregnant, let her go to the capital to die, I can't do it!"

The anxiety in General Cao's heart collapsed suddenly, and he was powerless to persuade the obsessed He You'an. Seeing that he had fallen asleep drunk, he carried back to the Chinese army camp on his shoulder.

It was a light rain in the mountains of Fujian at night, and it still fell gently until dawn.

The dog days are not over yet, and in the early morning in the mountains, it is cold and some muscles and bones. Wanying was draped in a blanket, leaning back in a chair, looking at the opaque sheepskin ceiling, listening to the sound of falling rain.

Hongfu and Yunniang had already gone out to buy a meal for the morning, and they could have a private meeting in the labor camp, and all kinds of noisy sounds outside the tent were endless, and a few familiar voices could be heard from time to time. That's mother and Xiaohong, Cui Yinger is the girl in charge, according to mother and Xiaohong's reasoning, there is no need to stretch out your hand and sit and wait for dinner.

The bored Cui Ying'er put on a fat gown, entered Wanying's tent, took a chair and sat next to Wanying without saying a word, and listened to the rain and the hustle and bustle outside with Wanying.

Wanying didn't ask Cui Ying'er why she also came to Fujian, she could come, Wanying couldn't ask for it.

"My mother let me do rough work since I was a child, and let me do all the pickling and heavy work, and then my mother suddenly did it herself one day and never let me touch it again."

Wan Ying asked inexplicably, "Why?" ”

"In order to develop the so-called 'arrogance', my mother said, 'If a singer works hard and grinds out her cocoon, she can't play the pipa.'" Cui Ying'er smiled and laughed at herself: "Actually, my mother doesn't say it, I also understand that which pair of small hands with fine skin and tender flesh or dirty hands full of calluses can make more money?" ”

Wanying smiled faintly, she didn't expect that there would be such knowledge if she didn't work.

"Niangniang was raised by Jin Zunyu since she was a child, just looking at Niangniang's hands, you know that it is a pair of rich hands with ten fingers that do not touch the spring water. I don't know how much hala oil and how many ou I have applied to my hands to become what they are now. ”

The arrogance of the singer and the arrogance of the aristocratic lady seem to be the same, but they also seem to be different. It looks exactly the same, but the inside is different.

Through the thin rain curtain, Yun Niang and Hongfu boiled porridge in a tent with a stove. Wanying is actually not so arrogant, she has escaped from hunger for a few months, whether she drinks porridge in the morning or not, it is not so important to Wanying, as long as she can fill her stomach, the hard nest dumplings can also be commonplace for Wanying.

Yun Niang happily carried a bowl of porridge, walked through the rain curtain, and entered the tent.

This is a rough mud-tired bowl, and there is a mouth at the mouth of the bowl, and the clean bowl body contains meat porridge that cannot be named.

"Niangniang, look at it, there is Jinhua's ham here, which was sent by General He in the morning."

Only then did Wanying realize that the few pieces of meat lying quietly in the white rice porridge were Jinhua's ham.

Mother also served Cui Ying'er's meal, and several women had breakfast in Wanying's tent in silence.

After eating, Wanying had just finished rinsing her mouth, and more than a dozen soldiers carried seven or eight baskets of fruits and placed them outside the tent. Mother and Xiaohong ran out happily to see, and stood outside and shouted at Wanying: "Lady, we can't eat all the fruits!" ”

Wanying also didn't instruct, of course several people living in the labor camp couldn't call Wanying 'Niangniang', and several people invariably changed Wanying to 'Niangzi'.

"Lady, a big basket of purple grapes with frost, as well as star fruit, longan and oranges, and ......" Xiaohong couldn't call her name, took two in her hand, and shook it at Wanying.

"Xiaohong, you are holding pineapples, which are the tributes that Fujian sends to the capital every year." Yun Niang had seen it in Shi's house before.

A few people took a few of the same and sat in the tent listening to the rain and chatter. In the morning, several waves of soldiers brought all kinds of food and clothing, and there was no way to pile them up outside the tent, so they had no choice but to put them inside the tent.

finally diverted the topic from He Youan, and piles of things followed, and several people deliberately avoided them, and they couldn't avoid them.

A few gossipy camp prostitutes took an orange in their hands, buttoned it open, stuffed a petal into their mouths, leaned against the door of the tent and inquired inside: "Where did you come from?" ”

"We're from Yangzhou." Mom was one step ahead and relieved Wanying's siege.

"It turned out to be from Yangzhou, and I heard that there is a top brand that has just debuted in your Baihualou in Yangzhou. The handsome people are very pretty. ”

All walks of life have their own industry leaders, and this industry is no exception. The prostitutes in the labor camp in Fujian even knew that the top girl in Yangzhou City was the same as the Gongsheng in the poor countryside and the champion of Jinke.

"No, I haven't heard of it." Mom was straight to the end of the conversation.

"Haven't you heard that it is said that this top girl still has a leg with the prefect of Yangzhou? Such a big thing, you make a living in Yangzhou City, you haven't heard of it? "The so-called 'livelihood' of prostitutes is to sell themselves.

However, my mother is a singer, Cui Yinger is also a singer, and Xiaohong will also sing in the future, and when she heard that the camp prostitute lowered her status, her mother corrected righteously: "We are not from the kiln, we are playing lyrics and rapping." ”

The camp prostitute couldn't agree with her mother's high spirits, and ate another petal of orange and retorted: "It's all the same thing, who doesn't know it in their hearts!" After eating the oranges in his hand, he walked directly into the tent, sat down on an empty stool between several people, and put his hand on the grape plate.

The forest is big and there are all kinds of birds, and my mother doesn't bother to explain, this kind of thing is getting darker and darker, and it can only be cleared by the clearer, no need to say more.

Several camp prostitutes saw that Wanying and her party were very friendly, and they also came over boldly, and slowly squeezed dozens of camp prostitutes in a tent, everyone spoke in a dialect that Wanying did not understand, and while eating fruit snacks, their eyebrows fluttered and they were pulling around.

As the rain subsided, Wanying pulled away from the hustle and bustle and left her tent.

After the rain, the sky is clear, and the trees in the mountains are stained with rain, reflecting under the sun, as if gilded with a layer of gold. The crisp birdsong is also like a natural Sanskrit sound at this moment.

In a trance, Wanying seemed to think that she had strayed into Elysium.

In fact, it was just the great peace after the catastrophe and the great joy after the great sorrow, which made Wanying hallucinate like a world away.

Walking in the camp, Wanying didn't know where to go, walking and walking, she was stopped by a soldier and shouted: "This is the right army camp, idlers can't just break in, go back to your labor camp." ”

The soldiers apparently regarded Wanying as a camp prostitute, thinking that she also came out to do business during the day. Wanying has no intention of arguing with him, if she misunderstands, she will not lose a piece of meat, let alone lose her life.

Continue to walk along the path, I don't know how far I walked, and I saw the place where the Chinese army camp was in the distance, and a big flag with the word 'He' was hanging on the lookout. Daqi, who was wet by the rain, tried to stretch his body in the breeze.

Wanying wanted to get around this place.

"You're the morning lady, aren't you?" A little soldier saw Wanying coming over, recognized Wanying, and ran over in a hurry.

"You are?"

"The lady forgot, I gave the lady a few clothes in the morning, or did the lady personally beckon me to put them in the tent."

Wanying was bored in a daze at that moment, and she didn't know what she said, and she didn't know who she had seen?

"Oh, it's you!"

"Is the lady here to find General He?"

Wanying hurriedly waved her hand and said, "No, no, I was bored and panicked by myself, so I came out for a walk." ”

"General He, I am studying strategy with several generals at this time, and it is estimated that I will not be available for a while."

Wanying thought to herself: That's just right, I didn't come to him anyway.

"Lady, are you literate?"

Wanying was confused by this question.

"How many do you know?"

"There are a lot of books in our general's study, and the lady is so bored, let's go find a few and read them."

"Forget it, your general is busy, so I won't bother."

"Lady, what you said was wrong, the general sent so many things to the lady, he must have respected the lady in his heart, otherwise how could he make us go to find these things before dawn, the barren mountains and old forests, tired us to death."

Wan Ying felt a sense of gratitude in her heart, in such a wilderness, He You'an was really laborious to be able to send so many delicate things to herself.

"Little brother, I'm not going, your general is busy, and I don't want to bother."

"Lady, I'm just cleaning up the general's study, turn around, I'll just tell the general."

Wanying's footsteps are a little hesitant, Wanying, who regards books as her life, how long has it been since she turned the book? When he was young and ignorant, he bragged to the teacher with a smile and said: "Qing'er would rather skip food for a day than study for a day." ”

Now that she has tasted the taste of her heart against her back, Wanying suddenly realized: You can not read books, and you must not eat food. If you don't read a book, you will know a few words, and you will understand a few allusions and truths. But if you don't eat, you're going to die. I was hungry if I didn't eat a meal.

Under the protection of He You'an, there was no longer hunger and the fear of being hunted down, and the idea of wanting to read was ignited by the little soldier in front of him.

"Or, I'll go in quietly, pick a few, and then come out quietly, don't alarm your general, okay?"

Wanying didn't want to face the infatuated He You'an, and she didn't know how to face and answer his fanaticism.

"No problem, the generals are all in the big tent at this moment, we are next door, and no one can look at us."

Wanying happily followed the little soldier into the Chinese army camp, and walked lightly into He Youan's study.

The tent in front of me is said to be a study, more like a temporary war room, and various versions of the maps of Fujian and Zhejiang are hung everywhere in various eras.

In the middle of the long table are placed a few high and low stones, as well as a few small flags.

The little soldier leaned into Wanying's ear and said: "This is the sand table of the general's formation, there is a better one than this on the Chinese army's side, the general himself uses stones instead of the mountain, you see that our camp is now in this place." The little soldier pointed to a place with a flag.

Wanying watched for a long time, but she didn't figure out the east, west, north and south, only that this camp was now in a basin surrounded by mountains.

The voice on the side of the Chinese army's big tent is sometimes high-pitched, sometimes dull, the most familiar voice is He You'an's, followed by General Cao's, and the rest of the voice Wanying doesn't know whose it is.

Walking to the front of He Youan's bookshelf, Wanying looked at a shelf full of books, all of which were strategies on the art of war, and only there were more than a dozen thesaurus books at the bottom.

is almost four months pregnant, making it a little more difficult for Wanying to squat down than before. Half-squatting and half-kneeling, he pulled out a book of words from the bottom of the shelf, which happened to be Wanying's favorite "Yi'an Words".

I just held it in my hand, and I heard He Youan's voice next door.

"The sentinels sent out have already searched the mountains two hundred miles away, and there are no four directions, east, west, north and south, could it be that Fang Songding has grown wings and flew out?"

"General, could it be that this bastard ran out before we closed the siege?"

"It's easy for one or two thousand people to run out, Fang Songding has 30,000 people in his hands, so many people, how can he run out silently? If they run out, where did the 30,000 horses go? He Youan's voice came again.

"General, our 100,000 army has already surrounded Fang Songding, as long as we close the door, Fang Songding is like an old turtle in his pocket, can he still fly out? Catch a turtle in the urn, let's consume it with him, see who can consume whom? ”

"An army of 100,000 is 10,000 taels of silver a day, Fang Songding is estimated to be consuming it with us, he can afford it, we can't afford it!" Wanying could hear that this was General Cao's suggestion.

"General Cao is right, we have been on this southern expedition for more than half a year, and the imperial court has given us millions of taels of silver.

Wanying opened "Yi'an Ci", it was the song "Dotting the Lips", Wanying once memorized this poem very well, "Kick off the swing, get up and straighten your slender hands." Lunon flowers are thin, thin sweat and light clothes. ’

Once upon a time, Wanying also lived such a leisurely and carefree life, but in front of her, looking at such words that don't know the fireworks in the world, Wanying is a little tired and tired.

"The emperor has just ascended the throne, we can't hold back the emperor, the emperor's funeral, and the emperor's enthronement, the queen's coronation, and the reconstruction of Ziweimen, this is a big deal to spend money, the emperor always wrote to let us not worry about the silver salary, this is the emperor's heart, we can't put the emperor on the fire to roast."

Wanying couldn't stand it a little, and gently closed the word book, her eyes were on the dense art of war strategy. After reading it for a long time, I took out the "Thirty-six Strategies" with a stiff spine.

"General Ben has been on a trip to Yangzhou in the past few days, and he has been thinking in his heart, we are always thinking about problems in our own traps, will we have already let Fang Songding guess?"

"General, what do you mean? Could it be that Fang Songding knows about our marching formation? Or does the general think that there is a spy within us? "There was a bit of agitation in the tent next door.