As soon as Guo Ying stepped into the courtyard of the annex, he saw two unfamiliar faces.

One of them is about thirty years old, dressed in a white robe, tall and slender, handsome, and elegant, Guo Ying guessed that he was Wei Gao, because Wei Gao was an outstanding figure in history.

The other was the opposite, with a burly and majestic posture, thick eyebrows, big eyes, short beards, powerful arms, and tiger eyes full of unruly color, like an iron tower.

When Guo Ying was admitted to the hospital, the two were having a long talk with Guo Yao, and when they heard the movement outside the house, they both raised their heads and looked over.

"Hachiro, why are you so sloppy today, is this the way of hospitality?"

As soon as Guo Ying stepped into the threshold, Guo Xuan, who was sitting on the ground, couldn't help frowning and coughing lightly.

Wei Gao and the others followed Guo Yao's gaze, but saw a heroic man standing barefoot under the door, with a loose belt, disheveled clothes, and a disheveled shawl.

Water drips from the hair, running down the cheeks, neck and chest, and disappearing between the collars.

Although he was a little embarrassed, there was no doubt that it was Guo Ying, and everyone had a relationship at the poetry meeting that day, and Wei Gao and Fan Ze knew him.

"When you hear that the Magi is coming, how dare you slack off!" Guo Ying was slightly stunned, and then responded with a smile.

This ingenious answer made Guo Hua's heart sink, and a little smile appeared on his face in an instant.

When Wei Gao and Fan Ze heard that Guo Ying called the two of them wise men, they couldn't help but feel agitated, and they got up and left the table to greet each other.

In ancient times, there was Corporal Zhou Gonglixian, one bath and three grips of hair, one meal and three spit feeding, and Meng De greeted him backwards, and today Guo Yingwei greeted him barefoot, which can be described as a great courtesy.

Although Wei Gao also boasts of having a talent on weekdays, but he has not met the master and it is difficult to display his ambitions, but in fact, except for his mother-in-law Miao and his wife, as well as Lu Zhen and other friends, there are few people in the world who can afford him.

He is a son-in-law, in the past in Zhang's Mansion, he was not less cold-eyed and ridiculed by his father-in-law Zhang Yanxian, and even the slaves and maids in Zhang's Mansion often bullied him.

And Fan Ze's life is also not smooth, he has been lonely and poor since he was a child, although he is familiar with military books and martial arts, but he is also poor.

Some time ago, on the way to Beijing to catch the exam, he suddenly couldn't rush in the heavy rain, the mount died of illness, and he was so anxious that he was like ants in a hot pot.

The dignitaries and nobles that the two of them see on weekdays all regard them as mustards, and they have never given a good face, and today the Guo Ying brothers respect them very much, and they are called wise men, how can they not make people feel agitated?

Wei Gao and Fan Ze were full of emotion, but Guo Yu still sat upright and did not move, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Just say this sentence and let the two great talents bow down and ask for the ability, how many people in the world can do it?

"No wonder when I returned from outside Chang'an City this morning, I met a goddess (i.e., a magpie) on the road and kept chattering."

Guo Ying's eyebrows swept over the two people in front of him with a smile and motioned for the two to sit down.

"Haha......"

Both of them were amused by Guo Ying's demeanor and demeanor, and the atmosphere suddenly became harmonious and pleasant, no longer the tense and cramped appearance before.

"Both of them are more than ten years older than me, so I won't call them the seniors, just call the two Brother Wei and Brother Fan, how about it?"

Guo Ying intended to get closer to the two, so she took the initiative to express her intention to make friends.

Wei Gao and Fan Ze's visit this time was originally intended to make friends, but now Guo Ying took the lead in expressing their intimacy, how could they refuse?

He nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Guo Ying instructed the servants outside the door: "Prepare wine and food, I will drink all night with the two virtuous people tonight." ”

The servant agreed, quit the courtyard and got busy.

After a while, the hall was full of exquisite dishes and wines, and the four of them sat next to the table, pushing the cups and changing the lamps together, chatting about their respective lives, as well as the wind and snow, the mountains and rivers, and so on......

But chatting and chatting, the style of painting has changed, the wine has passed three rounds, the food has passed five flavors, and military affairs have become the main theme.

Don't think that just modern people love key politics, and the ancients are not bad in this regard.

"I heard that Brother Guo Xian, you wrote a book to the saint some time ago, can you tell me in detail, and it will also open the eyes of Brother Wei and me."

Although Fan Ze was born with five big and three coarse, he has a lot of words, and he is still a person who is good at talking about military affairs, in the words of modern people, he is a military fan, but unlike those modern military fans who advocate "military skills", he advocates "military situation" and "military power strategy", and has a great interest in talking about military aircraft.

No, seizing the opportunity, he led the topic to this matter.

Guo Ying didn't respond immediately when he heard this, put down the chopsticks, muttered for a while, and slowly spoke: "In fact, the Pingfan strategy I offer is not a pure strategy for using troops, but more inclined to diplomatic strategies, all of which are general, so don't mention it." ”

"Oh?"

Fan Ze raised his eyebrows, and seemed to be faintly unhappy with Guo Ying's silent behavior.

And Wei Gao smiled thoughtfully: "Brother Xian still knows the art of vertical and horizontal? ”

"I know a little bit about it, it's not worth it." Guo Ying shook his head and said indifferently.

"It just so happens that I have also practiced the art of vertical and horizontal, can I give you some advice?" Wei Gao's eyes flashed, and he asked tentatively.

But after he heard that Guo Ying feasted on Pingkangfang, he moved his mind to go to the Western Xinjiang with him, and intended to test it.

If Guo Yingzhi is talented and can only talk on paper, then he naturally wants to vote for another master.

There are seven towns in the northwest of Beijing, including Suining, Jingyuan, Fengxiang, Fūfang, Shuofang, Tiandejun, and Zhenwujun.

If Guo Ying's courage and strategy are similar to his literary brilliance, then he naturally has no reason to miss this big tree, and now Lao Linggong is still alive, but if he assists Guo Ying to make one or two small achievements, Zhu Ziyingmen and Feihuang Tengda are just around the corner.

Thinking of this, Wei Gao's eyes became more and more hot, and his eyes were fixed on Guo Ying and refused to take them away.

"Since Brother Wei insists on listening, then the little brother will be ugly."

Guo Ying saw that he couldn't shirk it, and he didn't want Wei Gao Fan Ze to treat him as a master who could only chant poetry, so he nodded helplessly, and then stretched out his hand and crossed the table, picked up a jade pen, dipped it in ink, and drew it on a piece of silk cloth.

"It's called Pingfu, but I'd rather call it a sleepy strategy.

It has been more than 100 years since the establishment of the Tubo Dynasty, and its territory extends to Helan Mountain in the east, Humi in the west, Nibora in the south, and Huisu in the north, with a population of millions and four or five hundred thousand victorious soldiers.

Therefore, I thought that if you want to pacify Tibet with troops, it is purely a fool's dream. ”

Guo Ying first came to the conclusion that the Tibetan issue cannot be regarded as a purely military issue.

Although this conclusion sounds a bit harsh, it is correct, even the Tang Dynasty in the Tang Dynasty was unable to conquer Tibet, let alone now?