When the lights were lit at night, Lin Yuan returned to the house with his two sons dirty, still carrying a dead pheasant hare and a few grass carp in his hands. said that they were going to recruit workers, Lin Yuan and his son went to the countryside where they could bear it, and they went crazy in the mountains for a day in winter.

If it weren't for Lin Yuan's injuries, he would have to go to the deep river where the water turned into ice. As a father, he always wants to show his hands in front of his children, so he exclaims and admires the children.

Seeing that Wen Wan didn't seem to be angry, the father and son hurriedly threw the loot into the kitchen, and giggled barefoot all over the yard, waiting for Wen Wan to boil water for them to bathe.

I finally walked into the house with a bucket of water, and the floor was covered with mud footprints and dirty clothes! The Yuanbao brothers had already stripped naked and grinned and sat in the newly bought big bathtub to play, while Lin Yuan took the bucket and poured water and squatted down in front of her: "Untie my hat, it's a little hot." ”

There was a buckle on the back of the hat, and Wen Wan reached out and picked it at the back of his head. Seeing Lin Yuan's sweat, she was a little speechless: "Aren't you a little hot!" ”

If you die, you have to save face and suffer the sin, and when you wear a hat, you can't see the three bars!

Lin Yuan didn't know how to slander Wen Wan, as soon as the hat was untied, he only filled the bath bucket with a few brisk back and forth, threw the clothes on his body to the ground three times and two times, and jumped into the bucket with a "bang", the water splashed, and suddenly the three men squeaked and screamed for a long time.

Wen Wan hugged the dirty clothes like a mountain, looked at the mess all over the ground, and then looked at the three men who were rushing to climb the size of a certain place, their faces were green: "A room of debt collectors!" ”

"We're afraid that A-Niang is too idle, help A-Niang find something to do!" Yuan Bao retorted with his mother's words.

"That's it, that's it," Lin Yuan echoed with a smile.

Gentility:...... Fool, you're a ghost!

The days of the Lin family passed like meteors in the turmoil of Lin Yuan's father and son, and they were on the right track. The leisurely gentleness sometimes thinks of Fan Zhong, who doesn't know life and death, but he just sighs slightly in his heart and turns the page. Their years are good, and there are people who are carrying the weight forward.

As everyone knows, Fan Zhong at this time is really not having a good time. Since the date of the Sheng's order, only three days later, Wang Zheng hurriedly gathered more than 100,000 troops as a supervisor and set off for Shanxi.

The army set off in too haste, there was no food and uniforms at all, and the accompanying ministers did not understand military rules and discipline. The whole team didn't look like an expedition, but like a tour. After a long journey of more than ten days, they were only worthy of Juyong Pass. And he, the nominal protector general, protects the safety of the supervising army Wang Zheng.

At this time, the heavy rain along the road continued, and the soldiers complained, eating soaked steamed buns and dared not speak out. It's not that no one pointed at Wang Zheng's nose and scolded, but with the connivance of the Holy Lord turning a blind eye, these people were either Ling Chi or were torn apart, and even the Nine Clans.

Fan Zhong stood with his hands in his hands, standing in front of the tent coldly, watching another old minister be sentenced to death for persuading the saint to withdraw his troops in the name of heaven's will. The bright red blood water flowed all over the ground, mixed with the rain and submerged under Fan Zhong's feet, freezing Fan Zhong's heart. Alarmist, disturbing the morale of the military, he simply wanted to laugh, what a ridiculous and far-fetched reason.

The companion is like a tiger, and the person who is a fox and a fake tiger is pinching the grapes respectfully handed by the little eunuch next to him at this time. He tilted his head slightly, and saw Fan Zhong looking at him with red eyes, only cocked his orchid fingers, covered his lips and smiled: Don't worry, come one by one.

Fan Zhong's eyes narrowed slightly, and he reached out to touch the hilt of the sword. Unexpectedly, Wang Zheng waved his hand at Fan Zhong, and the two little eunuchs instantly bowed their heads around Fan Zhong from left to right, and forcibly invited Fan Zhong over.

"General Fan, I have heard for a long time that you have fought on the battlefield and are good at swordsmanship. Today, the Holy One is a little tired, how about you dance in front of the Emperor to help the Holy One and open the eyes of the slaves? "It's a prostitute who performs in public, it's a singer. Isn't he Fan Zhong in his eyes, isn't he arrogant? He's waiting!

Fan Zhong's eyes were cracked, and he held the white jade on his chest tightly for a long time before he lowered his head and obeyed. He knew that if he couldn't bear it, he would only die.

Wang Zheng stood beside the orthodox emperor, pointing at Fan Zhong, commenting on his head and feet, from time to time the corners of his mouth were slightly slanted, and his eyes were sneering. Seeing Fan Zhong sweating profusely and dancing vigorously, he rolled his eyes and whispered a few words in the ear of the orthodox emperor.

The orthodox emperor laughed and pointed at Fan Zhong: "I, an old minion, admire the prestige of the general, and want to see the general's crotch demeanor, the general won't allow it, right?" ”

Not far away was the little eunuch who was talking, and Fan Zhong was full of grief and anger with rain on his face. He is worthy of the king and the people, but today he will be scolded by the rod for his disrespectful words, and he will kneel in front of a flattering eunuch who manipulates power! The injustice of the heavens made him suffer this great shame!

After kneeling for three days and three nights, Fan Zhongcai was dying and was carried back to the camp by the deputy general.

"Bear with me, General! He is the proud man in front of the Holy One, and we can't fight him! The soldiers surrounded Fan Zhong, wiped their tears with red eyes and whispered comfort, their voices were vicissitudes and helpless, there have been too many ministers who have died of disobedience to the gelding dog in the past few days.

Thinking about the battle in Shuozhou City, they charged into battle, and the horse leather shrouded body was, what a scenery, but now......

There are some things that you can't think about, and when you think about them, you're full of unwillingness.

"The general got into the cold and injured his knee, if it is not properly conditioned, this leg will be considered useless. Please take care of your health, and don't worry too much. After the imperial doctor finished prescribing the prescription, he shook his head and bowed over and retreated with the medicine box on his back.

"Report! The soldiers in the battalion have been infected one after another, and now there are tens of thousands of dead and wounded. There is a decree in the saint, the infected are buried alive, and the rest of the soldiers rush to Datong overnight! "Off-the-books pro-soldiers knelt to report.

Fan Zhong turned in, covered his face and said in a dumb voice: "Let's go down!" ”

Soaking in the rain all day long, not having enough to eat, and not even having a winter coat, how can you not get sick? In the eyes of those in power, human life is as cheap as ants.

When there was no one around, Xu was in a hurry to go to the doctor, he reached out from under the pillow and took out the tips given by Wen Wan, and slowly opened them one by one. Every time he opened a hand, his hand shook for a point, and the mourning on his body weighed a point.

In the end, he actually put the note on his chest, covered his face and cried: "Is it really my situation? ”

The content of the first two notes is the same: the assassination of Wang Zheng. On the last note, there were eight big characters: Wang Zheng will not die, and this battle will be lost.

It is difficult to kill the king, but it is difficult to ascend to the sky!

By the time Fan Zhong was able to walk on the ground, the 100,000 Ming army had stumbled to Datong. The scene of corpses lying all over the field and rivers of blood was nakedly spread out in front of everyone's eyes. Along the way, the city was burned to the ground, and the fragmented corpses were piled up haphazardly on the roadside for wild dogs to eat. At this time, the Ming army suffered numerous casualties, and only 100,000 people survived through gritted teeth.

To add insult to injury, the food and grass were gone, and they had already begun to divide the horses, and if they could not find supplies within three days, the 100,000-strong army would run out of food.

The unfavorable battle reports were conveyed to the Holy Hearing in waves, and Wang Zheng was finally afraid, and after a series of nightmares, he changed his mind in an instant, and hurriedly coaxed the Holy Majesty to return to the east quickly.

And Fan Zhong looked at Wang Zheng, who was fleeing in the wilderness, and his eyes were full of killing intent.