"Gongsun Niangzi, Captain Zhao sent a military report."

When Xiahou Lan stepped into the courtyard, Gongsun Yan was sitting alone behind the screen, guarding the sleeping Gongsun Cheng in her small notebook, planning for the bereavement.

Xia Houlan stood respectfully under the porch, holding a bamboo tube in both hands.

It was Zhao Yun borrowing Wang Yan's messenger and sending the battle report at the same time.

Alain, the maid standing in the hall, was about to walk out and take it.

I saw Gongsun Yan walking out from behind the screen.

"Zixiu, come in."

A hint of surprise appeared on Alan's delicate face, but she didn't say much, and after standing at the door and saluting Xiahou Lan who came in, she pulled A-Qing, who was still standing in place, to prepare tea soup for the guests.

The wit of the maid Alan made Gongsun Yan raise her eyebrows, there were no outsiders in the room, and Xiahou Lan also knew what kind of character she was, so she straightened her legs and sat on the four-legged seat.

As soon as Xia Houlan entered the house, the room was full of warm fragrance, and she saw Gongsun Yan Wenjing, who was not wearing a black military coat, walking out slowly, and she was still a little strange and restrained for a while.

Yesterday, when he entered the school captain's mansion, he took over the defense arrangements arranged by Zhao Yun, and he never saw Gongsun Yan out of the courtyard again.

At this time, the young girl in plain clothes in front of her was neatly combed in a single bun.

Although there is only a simple green hosta, it looks like a noble girl, which is very different from the image when she wore the same coat as them before and sat at the same long table.

It wasn't until the two maids retreated and saw her put on a lazy appearance that there were no outsiders, how easy and how to come, that Xia Houlan felt that she had regained some familiarity.

"Sit down." Gongsun Yan saw Xiahou Lan standing by the door and greeted him, "You're welcome." ”

She could be polite, and after regaining her familiarity, Xia Houlan felt that this little lady was still more pleasing to the eye than she had just looked.

While thinking, he handed over the bamboo tube in his hand and sat down casually.

Gongsun Yan took the bamboo tube he handed over with one hand, directly picked off the wax mark on the seal and threw it into the brazier, and said to Xiahou Lan: "Help me listen, someone will remember to call me." "In the end, it's not a shame to be in someone else's house.

A roll of cloth was unfolded, and Zhao Yun's simple and strong handwriting came into view.

The abbreviated narrative style, with her ancient literary level, still seems a bit laborious.

Moreover, Gongsun Yan already knew about the war, and he didn't even need to count after the war, and at the moment when the war ended, the system had already sent a war report.

So she just glanced at it casually, and handed the silk book to Xia Houlan.

Xia Houlan, who was already a little unable to hold back her curiosity, took it and looked at it carefully several times.

When I saw Xing, I was so excited that I went around in the room, and I stepped on a row of gray footprints on the straw lichen in the room.

"Zilong fought beautifully this battle!" Xiahou Lan's face flushed, he didn't expect that Zhao Yun would leave him in Xiangguan to protect the safety of his grandson, and he turned around and went to do a big thing.

deduced the battle situation at that time in his mind, and Xia Houlan couldn't help but be on the scene.

"Aze, this kid is also doing a good job!" Fifty people set foot in the camp and attacked at night, and Xiahou Lan applauded again and again.

After being excited for a while, he suddenly reacted, and Gongsun Yan didn't have much joy.

Could it be that he blames Zilong in his heart for privately attacking to rescue Yangqiuli?

No, no, Xia Houlan recalled Gongsun Yan's words and deeds on weekdays.

If his friend Zhao Yun is ambitious and takes ending the troubled times as his own responsibility, then this Gongsun lady is a little less grinding and beating in the troubled times than Zilong, and is more innocent and benevolent.

If Zilong receives the news to return to help, Gongsun Niangzi should not object, but will be very supportive.

But at the moment, there was no joy on her face, and Xiahou Lan thought of Zhao Yun's plea in the silk book, saying that he failed to save Yangqiuli and let the people in Yangqiu be slaughtered by dogs.

Xia Houlan has been in the army for many years, he is not like Zhao Yun, he is still benevolent after killing, and he has long been numb to death after many years of beating in the north.

The death of the people in Yangqiu only made Xia Houlan angry for a few breaths, and then turned his attention to this great victory.

This big victory can greatly change the situation of Gongsun Yan to Lingzhi, but she doesn't seem to be happy with this victory, and her attention is still focused on the dead people in Yangqiu.

Xiahou Lan looked at Gongsun Yan's indescribably beautiful face, and somehow, suddenly remembered Zhao Yun's bold words when he walked out of Changshan with him many years ago - when this troubled world was to end.

For a moment, he didn't know what to say about these two people.

Although Zilong is capable, if he continues to hold on to the ambition of pursuing benevolent government, it is destined to be difficult to find the master.

He had seen Liu Xuande and Liu Gong, and he had also noticed that Zilong had plans to vote for Xuande Gong, but Xiahoulan was not optimistic.

The world will be in chaos, in this troubled world, how can there be land and food to support soldiers without killing? If you don't raise soldiers, a big wave will overturn your forces.

The world is only so big, and there are only so many people who can cultivate land.

Since ancient times, the competition in wars is about money and food, and it is the heritage.

No matter how benevolent the lord is, it is inevitable that he will plunder the population, exploit the people, and get his hands dirty.

Zilong's ambition remains the same, and he will inevitably hit a head in this troubled world.

Xiahou Lan thought that Zhao Yun would stumble like this and slowly learn to compromise in the troubled times, but he didn't expect to kill a Gongsun Yan halfway.

Compared with the ambitious heroic Xuande Gong in troubled times, Gongsun Yan's innocence is even higher.

Born as a woman, obediently accept the Guangsha Manor left by her father to recruit a husband, raise her younger brother, obediently quiet, rich, and beautiful like a flower, isn't it?

I don't know Zhao Yungong Sun Yan, two people like this, born in troubled times, it is a blessing or a curse to get together.

That's why he didn't dare to officially join!

Let's take a look.

Xia Houlan thought to herself.

"Zixiu?"

Gongsun Yan didn't know that Xiahou Lan suddenly stopped, thinking so many things in his mind, seeing that he suddenly restrained the happy smile on his face, he was a little confused.

"Someone's coming!" Xia Houlan didn't mean to analyze her mental journey with her, and reminded her in a low voice.

He heard the voices of two maids outside the porch.

Gongsun Yan's expression immediately changed, he changed his sitting posture, smoothed the folds on his skirt, and looked like he was sitting upright and self-controlled.

Xia Houlan's eyelids jumped, and she sighed in her heart, she didn't look like a human master, she couldn't look at it at all!

A day later, at noon.

Gongsun Da and Zuo Ping's armor, with their personal retinue, stood in front of the gate of Xiangguan to welcome the victorious team.

In the distance, a black line appeared in the sky, and then the rumbling of horses' hooves came from far and near.

The knights walking in front of each other had a sturdy white horse under their hips, dressed in a uniform black robe.

Although he looks at the wind and dust, he carries a knife and a bow, and he looks like a strong person.

A tall military general at the beginning looked resolute, a silver spear hung on the victory hook on the side of the saddle, and the horse led the team to walk slowly, giving people a full sense of oppression.

Walking under the city wall, he suddenly noticed something, looked straight up at the corner tower on the right, his face showed a little surprise, his expression eased, and when he turned around, his face was cold and resolute.

I don't know what I saw.