After all, life is not peaceful.

Ning Yilin never asks about political affairs, in her bones, those things are all men's affairs.

As a woman, all she longs for is to be able to come back every day with a light-hearted smile.

How big the country is has nothing to do with her.

It's just a courtyard in the harem.

She sewed the baby's clothes with her own hands in the harem.

Yu Wenfeng just looked at Ning Qilin's sewing clothes with stitches and threads.

This is tranquility and warmth.

But such tranquility and warmth are short-lived after all.

Ning Qilin's needlework can't sew Yu Wenfeng's wings as a grassland eagle!

Her gentleness can't keep Yu Wenfeng's ambition as an emperor.

He left the palace and went to the Aquila camp.

After his encouragement, the five thousand soldiers marched murderously from the Great Wilderness City to the Dry Stone Fort.

Two hundred miles, marching in the ice and snow, the team did not go fast.

The commander of the Sky Eagle Army, Yu Culture, is more educated.

When he learned that the Xuanjia battalion was defending the city, he decided to adopt the tactics of besieging but not attacking-

He knew Drystone Castle well.

The heavy stone gate was not opened, and in such a climate, it was impossible to attack the city.

Even if it is attacked, the losses of your own side will not be small.

The strength of the cavalry was to fight on horseback, not to climb walls.

The lives of his own soldiers are very valuable, but they are not comparable to the rats of the five hundred Xuanjia battalion.

So 5,000 cavalry brought 20,000 servants.

20,000 people set up ox carts, which were full of camp tents, grain, grass, arrow feathers, and so on.

This is in the land of a wasteland.

He has a worry-free logistical supply.

The strategy adopted by Yu Culture is one word-

Consume!

The food and grass in the Deadwood Fort must be sufficient, and it will not consume the five hundred people of the Xuanjia Battalion in a short time.

He wanted to make sure that there was nowhere to run for the five hundred.

He's going to wait until next spring.

When the snow melted, and the siege equipment was ready, it was time for the rats to die.

On the chariot,

Yu Wenhua was wearing a bright armor, looked at the military advisor opposite and smiled slightly:

"Let's say that the Xuanjia battalion doesn't know how to fight...... but the third eagle was crippled. ”

"Say they're going to fight...... I could have run, but I stayed in Drystone Castle! ”

"Drystone Fort is a fortified city, but it is also a fortified tomb!"

"Five hundred people want to defend a city...... The general is going to keep them out of that grave! ”

"To fight, you have to use your brain!"

"You Central Plains people say soldiers, and you are treacherous!"

"General Ben thinks so."

"Such a big dry stone fort, even if you count 20,000 servants, it is not enough to surround it."

"If the Xuanjia Battalion Dog jumps over the wall in a hurry and finds the weak point of our army...... Breaking out of the encirclement is also highly likely. ”

"So, after arriving at the Dry Stone Castle, you ordered to go down, and outside the Dry Stone Castle, set up a tent for General Ben!" "Let every tent have smoke during the day and lights at night."

"If you want the Xuanjia Battalion to think that there are soldiers everywhere, and you don't know the true arrangement of our troops, you don't dare to abandon the city and flee easily."

"Let the soldiers go to the scolding array if they are fine, rest assured, they don't dare to come out."

"This winter is the last good time of their lives."

"As for the Chinese New Year...... Today is the Chinese New Year's Eve, I heard that this is a major festival for your Central Plains people, we are desolate, but there is no such thing as a New Year. ”

"Idle left and right, come and come, can you tell General Ben how you Central Plains people celebrate the New Year?"

……

……

Changle City is full of red lanterns.

Even in the hot spring annex at the foot of Qi Mountain.

"The New Year has to be like the New Year!"

Zhongli Ruoshui instructed his subordinates to clean the inside and outside of this newly built courtyard, and hung the red lanterns in the wind and rain corridor, on the trees in the courtyard, and in the pavilion.

"I remember when I was a kid in Kyoto, my grandmother paid special attention to the Chinese New Year."

Standing on the snow in the courtyard, looking at the red lanterns decorated by this white world, Zhongli Ruoshui said:

"Grandma said that the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve is a day of reunion and observance."

"It's not important to keep the New Year, it's the feeling of sitting together as a family."

She said...... Looking at children and grandchildren is like watching the fruit of a peach tree. ”

"The children and grandchildren were overjoyed, and they felt that the fruit was sweet......

Xiao Baozi pursed his lips and touched his lower abdomen.

The lower abdomen is still the same, only the Wuwei soft sword wrapped around the waist.

"I want to have children and grandchildren, too!"

"But this stomach is not angry."

"I counted on my fingers last night, and I knew him from now to now...... Eight times! ”

"Why is this so hard to sow?"

Xia Hua immediately glanced at Xiao Baozi and muttered, "You have at least eight times, and I have only three times!" ”

Wu Qin hung his head in shame, rubbed his feet back and forth on the snow, and after a while, a puddle of water came out:

"It's good to have a New Year, let's not talk about this stubble, okay?"

Xiao Baozi laughed.

Walked over.

took Wu Qin's hand and comforted:

"Don't worry, I once planted a lot of melons in Wanxizhai, and I grew a lot of melons in summer."

"But the real big melon is after autumn!"

"The five of us, maybe you'll be the first to get pregnant!"

Ning Chuchu laughed, "Sister Xiao, don't worry!" ”

"If you have the intention to plant flowers and flowers and not bloom, you have no intention of planting willows and willows into the shade, and if you care too much, you will have the heart of gain and loss."

As soon as Xiao Baozi heard this, she suddenly thought of a person-

Wen Xiaowan!

Wen Xiaowan helped Li Chenan break through the realm overnight and left, would she be unintentionally inserted into the willows?

Isn't that coincidental?

At this moment, Li Chenan walked in with a few people talking and laughing.

Walking side by side with Li Chenan is the warm boiling rain!

"Xiaowan is not by my side, and there is no taste of the New Year in this New Year, so we traveled together and came here from Kyoto."

"I was going to come to you yesterday, but I met Su Yi'an and his father Su Mingtang."

"I went to drink a cup of tea, and when I came out, it was late, and I thought it would be inconvenient to come to you again."

Hearing the name Xiaowan, Li Chen's heart trembled, and asked without a trace:

"Where's the little bowl?"

Wen Zhuanyu didn't know that his daughter had been ruined by this guy!

He stroked his short beard and sighed:

"It's back."

Li Chenan was frightened.

"Coming to Kyoto?"

"No, she's cooking Yu Xiaozhu."

"That's right,"

Wen Zhuoyu stopped, and Li Chen's heart tightened again, thinking that Wen Xiaowan had told Wen Zhuoyu about it.

Then you'll have to call him father-in-law!

"She wrote to say that Guangling City also had a heavy snowfall this year."

"She said that she went to the Li Mansion several times, and your parents are in good health...... Your father drinks three taels of wine a day, your mother's cooking is delicious, your sister gets along very well with her, and she is not lonely in Guangling City. ”

"This year...... Your mother invited her to your house. ”

Xiao Baozi suddenly gasped!

She looked at Zhongli Ruoshui and asked in a low voice:

"What's it called?"

Zhongli Ruoshui shook his head and smiled:

"It's called a drawdown...... For us, it's a backyard fire! ”

"What a wise woman!"