Unparalleled Concubine

"Uncle Li can't do everything. Besides, the Zhenbei Army has recruited too many soldiers in the past few months. It's normal that the household department's winter clothes will not be delivered for a while."

Ye Mao shook his head nonchalantly, and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, in a month or two, the supplies should arrive."

He looked at He Song and asked, "Uncle He is waiting for me here, what's the matter?"

"Of course something happened."

He Song is a taciturn person, he never likes to talk, he silently took out two letters from his sleeve, and said: "This is a letter from Shangshutai."

Ye Mao frowned: "When can Shang Shutai participate in the military?"

"Not involved in the military."

He Song shook his head slightly, and said in a deep voice, "I'm asking about the current situation in the north, whether there's anything missing, and... when the fight will start."

"It's winter now, and even the Xianbei barbarians are staying at home and refusing to go out. How can we fight? At least until the beginning of spring next year, it is possible to find opportunities."

Pointing to the second letter in front of him, He Song continued, "This second letter was sent by Mu Ying, the General of Longwuwei in the capital. General Mu did not ask about the war, but wrote The experience of using some firearms when they are in battle, etc., is said to be a reference for the general."

Ye Mao's eyes lit up when he heard the words, and he opened the second letter. After reading it carefully, he said with a smile: "This letter is a good thing. In terms of the experience of using firearms in the whole world, this General Mu is definitely the first. One, even Martial Uncle Li is probably not as good as him."

Mu Ying has been in contact with firearms since eight years in Taikang, and even brought Hanzhou military firearms all the way from Hanzhong to the capital, and she has extremely rich experience in front of the battle.

He Song looked at the two letters in front of him, and said silently: "Except for that General of Shenwuwei Li Shuo, the two principals in Southwest have already shown their attitude to you, General."

"They really want you, General, to win the battle as soon as possible."

Ye Guogong narrowed his eyes slightly, and chuckled: "If Martial Uncle Li also sent a letter, that would be another story. Martial Uncle Li didn't write a letter, but these two did. Let's open it and have a look."

"Fight as you want."

He Song sighed silently: "It seems that the situation in the capital has reached a critical moment, and the world has changed surnames, which is just a matter of one or two years."

He looked up at Ye Mao, and said in a deep voice: "As the head of the family, the father-in-law should make plans early."

Ye Mao raised his head and took a sip of the strong wine, and then felt his body warmed up, his voice was a little hoarse.

"People in our army fight well, and what happens in the court has nothing to do with us."

Chapter 1158 The Twilight King Yuwen

If Yunzhou City received these two letters from the capital, in order to please the two upstarts from the Southwest Army, even if the Yunzhou Army would not come out in full force, they would fight a few symbolic battles for the imperial court to see. But Ye Mao didn't have this kind of temperament. Before he left Beijing, Li Xin had agreed with him, asking him to find a chance to be cruel to the Xianbei tribe, so he has been quietly dormant in Jizhou for the past few months. In the city, waiting for a suitable enough opportunity.

At this time, it was approaching the end of the first year of Yankang.

The Yuwen tribes in the north live their lives in different ways. The Qigui tribe and the Futu tribe are close to Yunzhou City and Jizhou City respectively. They have harvested a lot of money, food and population in the past few months of looting. After all, this tribe is not strong enough, and the one that has really benefited the most in the past few months is the Helan tribe, which has the biggest fist among the four Yuwen tribes.

These harvests are enough for them to survive this winter in peace and stability, until next spring when the withered grass sprouts.

In comparison, the life of the king's account of the Xianbei tribe was not easy. They had tried their best to attack Jizhou City before. Although they finally captured Jizhou, they were also seriously injured, so that After losing the right to speak among Yuwen's tribes, after Yu Wentao completely controlled the Helan tribe, he began to suppress the Wang Zhang. In just one or two years, the power of Yuwenzhao's tribe has been greatly reduced.

in the king's tent.

Yu Wenzhao, who was over fifty years old, was lying on the sickbed, his face as pale as paper.

Since the tens of thousands of youths were emptied out of the king's account, and the other three departments have been out of control, the former co-owner of the four Yuwen departments has been getting worse every day, but he just managed to hold on and not fall. During the civil strife in Shanxi, a lot of benefits were obtained at the border, but Wang Zhang didn't make any profit at all, and he couldn't even guarantee food this winter.

Under the long-term mental pressure and the impact of one incident after another, the hero of the king's tent finally fell ill and had been lying in bed for almost a month.

Yu Wenzhao's eldest son, Yu Wendi, stood by his father's bedside, worried.

He knew very well in his heart that within the current king's tent, there is also a lot of resentment for the storming of Jimen Pass two years ago. Yu Wenzhao has great prestige. Falling down, whether their blood can continue to preside over the king's account is still unknown.

Yuwen Tianwang, who was lying on the hospital bed, coughed violently a few times, then looked up at his son, and asked, "He... what's the situation in Helan Department now..."

Yu Wendi is now in his 30s, with Yuwen's signature beard all over his face. He shook his head slightly when he heard the words, and said silently: "That Yu Wendi is very arrogant. A few days ago, he sent a letter to the other two departments and my Wang Zhang, saying that he I want to take some concubines, and I want our three departments to donate some young girls to go there..."

Yu Wendi let out a breath slowly: "The other two departments sent women to this guy, but Wang Zhang ignored him."

Although the Helan tribe is powerful now, it has not reached the point of absolute advantage. The emaciated camel is bigger than the horse. Even if the king's tent is weak now and it is really a life-and-death struggle, the Helan tribe will end up either dead or injured.

Therefore, even though Yu Wentao, the patriarch of the Helan Tribe, was very arrogant, he did not dare to attack Wang Zhang easily.

Yu Wenzhao closed his eyes with some difficulty, and his voice was hoarse: "For...for my father's body, I'm afraid it won't get better."

"Yu Wentao is a cruel and arrogant villain with great ambitions. If this continues, he will attack our Wang Zhang sooner or later. Now that Wang Zhang is weak, it will take at least seven or eight years to recover, but Yu Wentao doesn't care. Will...leave us such a long time."

Having said that, Yu Wenzhao stopped, took several deep breaths, and then he recovered and continued, "I... can't hold on for too long."

"After I die, there may be troubles in the Wang Tent. At this juncture, once there is a civil strife in the Wang Tent, it will be quickly annexed by Yu Wentao. With that guy's temper, I am afraid that there will be no one in the Wang Tent. Good luck."

"While I'm still alive..."

Yu Wenzhao was expressionless, and said with some difficulty: "Go and kill a few people."

Yu Wendi's face changed slightly, and he asked, "Father... who do you want to kill?"

"Yuwen Pingyu, Yuwen Pingduan, Yuwenmao, Yuwenji."

Yu Wenzhao said four names in one breath, and then took a deep breath: "These four people are all killed..."

Yu Wendi's complexion changed drastically.

The four people mentioned by my father are all highly respected figures in the Wang Tent, and most of them are elders who are two generations older than him. Everyone holds a heavy fist in the Wang Tent.

He opened his mouth, and just as he was about to say something to Yu Wenzhao, he heard his father continue in a hoarse voice: "Kill these four people, even if I die, the Wang Zhang will only be a small mess, and there will be no big troubles." .”

He was very weak at the moment, and he spoke intermittently. After finishing this paragraph, he rested for a while before opening his mouth.

"Besides... you send someone you trust to go to the capital of the Southern Jin Dynasty."

Yu Wenzhao's voice was a little low, as if he was tired.

"You take my seal to meet Li Chang'an, and bow your head to him..."

"You tell Li Chang'an that our king's tent can be used by him to help him clear up all the hidden dangers in the northern border. After the matter is completed, the Southern Jin court can establish a guardian mansion outside the customs. It doesn't matter whether it is stationing troops or collecting taxes what is the problem……"

Yu Wendi suddenly changed his face.

Although my father wanted to kill his elders in front of him, although he was already treacherous, it was somewhat understandable, but now he actually wants to collude with the Han people and attack the entire Xianbei tribe!

Isn't this... Xianbei traitor?

"Father...Father, the land of Jiangbei originally belonged to our clan's land. Now that our clan has fled outside the pass, it is easy to have some breathing space. How can the Southern Jin Dynasty set up a guard house outside the pass..."

Yu Wenzhao closed his eyes, and his voice was calm.

"Li Chang'an is very shrewd. If he doesn't make this condition, he won't cooperate with you."