The queen is a bit cowardly

There is no suspense about winning or losing this game, but Wei Shu was defeated by Ban Zhuxiang's kung fu. According to the moves taught in the game record, how did that kind of gentleman win Chang Lan's hands who are guiding the country behind the court.

"I accept it, Miss Wei." Chang Lan put her hands in front of her knees, her face could not see the joy of winning, but her aura was already doing her part.

Wei Shu pouted, maybe the people who play chess on weekdays are really accommodating, but today's loss is a mess, but it is discouraged.

"Don't play anymore." Wei Shu looked at Jiang Qingluan: "Your Highness, let's play something else? See if you want to throw pots or Temari."

Jiang Qingluan thought to himself: Why do you ask me.Even if these gadgets are really played, he must win all. Now the first thing to think about is how to escape from this Shura field and go back to coax Chang Lan.

"I remember that Qingluan won the championship in Tianping in the art of throwing pots." Chang Lan stroked her chin with a thoughtful expression on her face.

"Your Highness is so powerful!" Wei Shu still knew that Daxin Tian|Chaoshang Kingdom had quite a few masters in throwing pots.

"Hey..." Jiang Qingluan clasped the back of his hands in embarrassment, and said, "It's okay."

"Then throw the pot!" Wei Shu said and went to call the female slave again.

Taking advantage of Wei Shu's turning around, Jiang Qingluan hurriedly pinched Chang Lan lightly, and said in a low voice, "Lan'er, stop playing."

Chang Lan also replied in a low voice: "It's been a long time since I've seen His Highness's heroic appearance, so His Highness won't show any more."

"do not want!"

"What don't you want?!" Wei Shu's ear tipped, but she heard something: "Your Highness, don't you want to play?"

"Your Highness wants to play." Chang Lan replied again instead of Jiang Qingluan.

Wei Shu snorted dissatisfied, and ordered the female slave to arrange it in the courtyard.

"Your Highness, let's go too."

Chang Lan raised her hand, looked at Jiang Qingluan with a smile on her face, took Chang Lan's hand, Jiang Qingluan helped her princess up, and the two of them walked towards the courtyard slowly with their eyebrows raised. It looks like a couple in love, especially Chang Lan's eyes are full of smiles. Although Jiang Qingluan is a little helpless, the smile on the corner of his mouth can't be suppressed.

"Your Highness, which color arrow do you want?" Wei Shu handed over the green arrow again. Green is Wei's favorite color: "How about using this?"

Jiang Qingluan picked up a red arrow and said, "This place is covered with snow, but the red color stands out the most. It is like a plum in the snow, and it is alone in the world."

Chang Lan covered her mouth to keep herself from laughing out loud. She had never seen her boasting so much in the past. Today, the red arrow can be compared to a plum in the snow, and she is still independent. This desire to survive is much stronger than in Tianping City .

"Then I..." Wei Shu looked at the arrow in her hand: "Let's use green."

"Where's Lan'er?"

"I'm not as skilled as others, so I won't show my ugliness, just watch from the sidelines."

This is exactly what Wei Shu wanted, she said: "Then I won't invite the princess, I will play with His Highness first."

"it is good."

"..." Jiang Qingluan looked at Chang Lan again, and Chang Lan's eyes were squinted with a playful expression.

Jiang Qingluan knew that this was not coaxed well, so she had to follow Chang Lan's wishes, then turned to Wei Shu and said, "Miss Wei, please."

Wei Shu nodded, grabbed her cuff, picked it up and lost it, and threw it into the pot. The mouth of the pot was three inches wide, and it was still a miss.

"It's a pity, it was close." Wei Shu said, "It's you, Your Highness."

"Yeah." Jiang also took out a drop, but easily put it into the pot.

Wei Shu imitated Jiang Qingluan's posture, raised her elbows, glanced past the arrow and looked at the mouth of the pot, and then threw it hard, only to see that the arrow flew past again, this time without even touching the pot.

"Your Highness..." Wei Shu was a little unhappy: "Why don't Your Highness teach me?"

Jiang Qingluan pressed her forehead, how can I teach this?Do you still hold your arm?

"Miss Wei's posture was correct just now, just don't use too much force, there is no need to teach anything." Jiang Qingluan sat firmly, not intending to guide the other party.

"Oh." Wei Shu's voice was a little lost, she couldn't help but glanced at Chang Lan, and said, "Then what should the princess study?"

If Chang Lan wants to learn, he must teach her hand in hand. Jiang Qingluan also looked at Chang Lan and asked, "Does Lan'er learn?"

"Don't learn." Chang Lan smiled: "I still like to be quiet, it's too tiring to move."

Jiang Qingluan also deeply understood that Chang Lan didn't like to move, so she was the one who was tired every time, and today she still felt a little sore in her arms.

"If you talk about moving, it's better for me to be a girl from the country of Fu." Wei Shu was angry, not seeing that Jiang Qingluan was blindly doting on Chang Lan, and said provocatively: "Your Highness is His Royal Highness of the country of Fu, so I should spend more time with girls from the country of Fu. Maybe there are more topics to talk about, Xin Guo girls, playing chess at home and arranging flowers is for the best way."

What Wei Shu said before was like a little girl's temper, Chang Lan naturally didn't take it seriously, but now her tone is a bit louder, it seems that Xin Guo's women are worse than Fu Guo.

"Oh?" Chang Lan raised her eyebrows and asked, "Like your sister?"

Wei Shu also knew what Wei Ji had done now. Chang Lan's words seemed to follow her, but they really hit Wei Shu's face.

"My elder sister is at least the wife of His Highness's official matchmaker. Even if my elder sister is wrong, she has not reconciled with His Highness. Everything is polite." Wei Shu said, knowing that she has no position to say anything now, so she had to pull Wei Ji out again.

"The princess is Da Xin's princess, and Da Xin always puts etiquette first," Wei Ji continued, "No matchmaker is a concubine, I think the princess should understand this."

"Wei Shu!" Jiang Qingluan yelled, she and Wei Ji are indeed married, and the Zongbo Manor is responsible for all matters of etiquette, but the two have no feelings for each other, and they have not fulfilled the courtesy of Duke Zhou, let alone Wei Ji is still there Stabbed himself behind the knife.Moreover, Chang Lan's status is so noble, it is so presumptuous to describe Chang Lan's relationship with her as a concubine.

"It's okay." Chang Lan continued without changing her expression, "I think Miss Wei is right, so I'm still waiting for His Highness's betrothal gift."

Jiang Qingluan saw that Chang Lan no longer shied away, and thought she lost interest in coming, so she replied: "After returning to the king's city, I will be the princess since then."

"Heh," Chang Lan said with a light smile, "If you can't return to the royal city, you can come to Daxin to be my son-in-law."

"Miss Wei." Jiang Qingluan said to Wei Shu, "The matter your father promised you at that time was his own idea, and it had nothing to do with Gu. Gu and your elder sister have always been estranged, so don't mention it again in the future."

"Your Highness..."

"Your Highness!"

"There are rabbits?"

Youtu didn't give Wei Shu a chance to speak at all, and rushed in from the gate of the courtyard with a knife in his hand. Seeing that Chang Lan was also on the side, he knelt down on one knee and said to the two of them, "I just received a secret report from the spies. Jiang Cheng has something to do, please return to the residence to discuss matters."

Chang Lan beckoned, Qingluan consciously stepped forward to help her up from the ground, and then clasped her hands together again.

"Then stop nagging Miss Wei," Chang Lan said.

"Gu left first, Gu also said what should be said, I hope Miss Wei will have a sense of proportion, in the future, she will soon become a good husband or a girl who is moved."

"Your Highness, the chariots and horses are ready." Youtu urged, "The generals are still waiting for you."

After returning to the meeting hall of the original Wei Mansion in Niandong County, Mudan, Ba Le, Ye Lu and a group of people who followed were already waiting in the room. Jiang Qingluan and Chang Lan also hurriedly took their seats. There are too many cutscenes, and Peony also goes straight to the theme.

"Your Highness, just now my spies came to report that Jiangcheng's grain and grass have arrived in Shen County, and it seems that they want to use Shen County as the main force to advance westward." Mudan said.

"Approximately how much food and grass? How many soldiers?" Jiang Qingluan asked, and they had to be deployed first before they could respond.

"The grain and grass have exceeded ten thousand stones, but the soldiers have only reached [-], and other counties are still reinforcing." Mudan said, "It seems that they want to attack Fu Dong fiercely and take us down in one fell swoop."

Jiang Qingluan knew that he had always been a thorn in Jiang Cheng's eye, and now that his thorn was long and sharp, it was starting to hurt Jiang Cheng.

"What do you think of Ba Le?" Jiang Qingluan didn't express his opinion in a hurry, but listened to other people's opinions first.

Balak tapped on his scabbard, pondered for a moment and said: "Now we have less than 3000 troops combined, and we have to control the counties of Fuyang County to ensure the stability of each county, so the number of troops we can flexibly mobilize is only [-]. , if the opponent is twice as big as us, I suggest that we should avoid their edge and retreat to advance."

"Yes, I also think we should withdraw to Fuyin County." Yelu replied.

Jiang Qingluan frowned slightly, it was not easy to gnaw off this piece of Fudong, if it retreats now, it will be difficult to advance again in the spring.

"How to evacuate? Is everyone evacuating or only a part of them, and what to do with the remaining people?" Jiang Qingluan asked.

"You and the princess go back first, while Peony and I defend the city. Yelu and Youtu are responsible for evacuating the people and taking away the craftsmen, farmers and available food," Ba Le said.

"What do you think, Your Highness?" Chang Lan asked, she was also anxious to make a statement, as if she wanted to see Jiang Qingluan's arrangement.

"I thought it was wrong."

Jiang Qingluan looked into Baler's eyes and seriously rejected his proposal.

"Do you know why?" Jiang Qingluan asked again.

"I don't know." Bale replied. After his analysis, this is indeed the best plan. After all, this is Jiang Cheng's home court. If the opponent's number exceeds [-], it will be difficult to deal with it.

"Because if you and Mudan are behind, you two will die." Jiang Qingluan said, she believed that Bale and Mudan came up with this plan after they had made such an awareness, she said: "I don't want to lose my eyes and my arm."

"Then I'll defend the city!" Youtu said proactively.

"You," Jiang Qingluan shook his head, and said honestly, "You are not capable enough."

"Then Qingluan has a plan?" Chang Lan seemed to have noticed that Jiang Qingluan was not in a hurry at this time, not as flustered as when he teased her just now.

Jiang Qingluan nodded, and said to Chang Lan: "Just stay here for three months, and Jiangcheng will destroy itself in three months."

Mudan was a little puzzled. Fu Guo had strong soldiers and strong horses, and was always a land of martial arts. If King Xipeng's army went out, they would not be able to deal with the slave army. It would be difficult to defend for three days, let alone for three months.

"How do we defend? How do we destroy them?" Mudan asked.

"The tribes in the west have been hungry for so long, and it's time to find something to eat. Isn't it a bit slow just waiting for me to go?" Jiang Qingluan looked at Mudan and Yelu, who came to represent the forces of the Fudi tribe. The person who was looking for her said, "Why don't we all walk in the middle, if everyone feels

How are you doing? "

The author has something to say: Chang Lan: Your Highness, your fans are not small

Jiang Qingluan: I don't want such black fans