Born short-lived

"Let Zhou Zi melt the military power?" Xiangsheng stopped what he was doing, and turned his head to look at Dong Sheng with a strange expression.

"Yes," Dong Sheng shrugged, "He also said that as long as Zhou Zirong enters the palace alone and presents the seal of the commander of the East China Sea, they will withdraw their troops. The princess promises that they will never hurt us at all."

Zhou Zirong is the mainstay of the princeling party, as long as Zhou Zirong can compromise, the princeling party will lose two leaders, and the remaining parties will not be able to get together.

Xiangsheng let out a cold sneer from his throat, but fell silent again.

He put down the paper he had just folded in his hands, leaned his arms on the table lightly, and looked at Dong Sheng seriously: "Then what are you going to do?"

Dong Sheng smiled with the corners of his mouth pulled, shook his head, and said with absolute certainty: "This is impossible, Mr. Jiang has a good idea."

Not to mention that first of all, it is impossible for him to harm Zhou Zirong, and secondly, Zhou Zirong himself is not a fuel-efficient lamp. He looks lukewarm on weekdays, but he is actually scarier than anyone else when he goes crazy.

Although Zhou Zirong always acted like a clingy big dog in front of him, he was always clear that Zhou Zirong was never a docile domestic animal, he was clearly a male lion, and now he is a mad lion .

"Then what are you going to do?" Wang Sheng frowned even tighter, "We have to find a way to get down the mountain."

"I know, I know it in my heart," Dong Sheng bent over, picked up the steaming ginger tea by pinching the edge of the bowl with one hand, and moved the magic lamp covered with a glazed lotus flower on the bedside with the other hand, and moved it closer Then, he picked up the biography of Feng Huo Hou, and leaned loosely on the bedside to read it, "Continue to patrol the mountains according to my deployment for the next few days, and leave after Zhou Zirong writes back to me."

Hearing the past life, he raised his eyes again: "Did you really send the letter to him?"

"Otherwise?" Dong Sheng took a sip of ginger tea. He didn't expect this bowl to be well insulated, and he didn't feel much while holding it. When he took a sip, he was scalded and shrunk back immediately. His lips and the tip of his tongue were numb, " Pfft...I'm scalded to death, hey, the Panyang people haven't retreated yet, who's in charge of Donghai when Zhou Zirong came? Couldn't it be Luo Chi?"

The past life curled his lips and said: "How do I know, why are you so lenient? There are still 40 people in the East China Sea. Aren't there several generals under Zhou Zirong's account? What are you worried about?"

Dong Sheng was noncommittal, put his feet under the quilt to cover it, then lowered his head to look at the biography of Feng Huohou in his hand, suddenly seemed to think of something, just about to speak, but still hesitated, the words were brewing a few times in his mouth Dao, or tentatively asked first: "If I ask you about Vulcan, do you mind?"

Xiangsheng was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't react all of a sudden, he blinked a few times unconsciously, and then caught sight of the biography of Feng Huohou in Dong Sheng's hand, and the expression on his face immediately went blank for a moment.

Dong Sheng noticed his change, and immediately said: "It's okay, I don't need to ask..."

"You ask," Xiangsheng interrupted, and he straightened up from the table, found a stool and sat down, as if he was making a very important decision, "You...where did you see it?"

Dong Sheng was dumbfounded for a while, then looked down at the book in his hand: "...Dong Min led the Vulcan to conquer everywhere... It should not be the time before Hua Xu established the country."

The past life seems to have suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, and said in a low voice: "I haven't seen it yet, then... then you should watch it first."

Dong Sheng frowned, as if he had a premonition: "What's wrong?"

Xiangsheng dryly raised his face and smiled at him: "You can just see for yourself."

"..." Dong Sheng looked at him with a complicated expression, put the ginger tea back on the bedside table, and then sat up, "What's the matter?"

Wang Sheng lowered his head, his whole face was buried in a shadow that was not too deep or shallow, his eyes were slightly staring, and he didn't know where to look: "...you should see for yourself first."

Dong Sheng knew that he couldn't push it any further, so he didn't pursue this issue any longer, put down the book in his hand, and leaned back on the headboard of the bed silently.

The pattern on the glazed lotus cover was revealed in the cold light of the spiritual energy lamp, and the dense shadows were like vines, mottled and cast on Dong Sheng's side face. After a while, he slowly turned his head and rushed to life with a little smile Opened his mouth and said: "Thank you for your hard work, it's getting late, you go back to your room..."

"Since he entered the human realm, no one has known his whereabouts," Xiangsheng said abruptly, Dong Sheng was taken aback, and quickly sat up straight again to listen to him continue.

Wang Sheng didn't raise his head, and spoke in a very low voice, which seemed to be trembling slightly imperceptibly: "But he is different from human souls. There is no need to drink Mengpo soup, so he should still remember every life in the past thousand years... Now that the black spirit has come to this world, if he is in the world, he will definitely come to you."

Dong Sheng was startled: "You will definitely find me?"

Xiangsheng nodded and said: "Yes, he will definitely come."

Dong Sheng didn't understand, but he also seemed to feel something, so his expression became more and more serious, his dark eyes stared at the past life motionlessly: "Why are you so sure? If he..."

The hands of the dead clenched suddenly, and the voice visibly trembled: "He will definitely come... I know him, but I may not tell us."

These words blocked Dong Sheng's heart like a solid door panel. He seemed to feel something, but he didn't know what it was. He opened his mouth but couldn't speak, so he shut his mouth obediently. , thoughtfully subconsciously bring back the ginger tea and drink it.

The tea had been cold for a long time, and it wasn't until he poured himself a refreshing drink that he came back to his senses belatedly.

Zhou Zirong's army has been stationed in the outskirts of Beijing outside the Xuanwu Gate for a whole day, and the dew is even deeper. Zhou Zirong is wrapped in fox fur alone and stands on the observation deck of the temporary military camp. Squeaking and swaying in the cold wind.

Huajing City has been closed, and the wind is raging, and everyone is in danger. From time to time, from day to night, ordinary people in twos and threes can be seen slipping out from side doors dragging large and small bags.

The last snow has almost melted away, and now there are only some residual snow wrapped in mud between some rock crevices and grass crevices. The weather is not as cold as it was a few days ago, but the chill at night is still a bit heavy.

Suddenly the wooden watchtower under his feet shook. Zhou Zirong looked back and saw Yang Ye crawling up from the ground, leaning on the railing, shivering from the cold. It also seems to have some dew on it.

Zhou Zirong tightly clenched the ink jade chime in his heart, silently retracted it into his sleeve, and asked in a soft voice as much as possible: "What's wrong?"

Yang Ye smiled at him a few times, and let out a cloud of white gas from his mouth. While taking out a hand warmer from his bosom and handing it to him, he turned out another letter: "General, your letter."

Zhou Zirong glanced at the mud on the envelope, and immediately recognized whose private seal it was, and quickly took the letter over: "Thank you."

"It's okay..." Yang Ye pulled the corners of his mouth and laughed twice, holding the hand warmer in mid-air, and Zhou Zirong's attention was already on the letter, Yang Ye was a little embarrassed, so he had to cough lightly He yelled to attract attention, "General, don't freeze the hand warmer."

"Oh," Zhou Zirong was taken aback for a moment, and then he noticed, and took it with a smile, "Thank you, I'm interested."

"The general is out of touch," Yang Ye said honestly.

Immediately after seeing Zhou Zirong's attention was attracted by the letter again, Yang Ye had no choice but to ask the question he had always wanted to ask: "That...do we really want to go to the city like this?"

It means, is it really necessary to "ask for credit" in such a mighty way?

Zhou Zirong paused, raised his face to look at him, smiled, and said, "Go back first."

Yang Ye hesitated for a moment, knowing that he asked something that shouldn't be asked, so he left resentfully.

Zhou Zirong's eyes darkened the moment he turned around.