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He didn't know about Yang Jian, but the King of Lanling knew about Yang Jian. After all, he had lived in Sui Guogong's mansion for a month, and he had already figured out what kind of rascal Yang Jian was.

The King of Lanling said in a low voice, "Zhou made a fire to cook, and it was clear that he was disturbing our army's morale and delaying the opportunity for the Zhou division. If we don't attack at this time, Tongguan will definitely not be broken."

Gao Changgong obviously advocated the immediate use of troops to capture Tongguan, so some people said unconvinced: "It is a good thing that your majesty used his troops vigorously, but when he was in Tongguan last time, his majesty also suffered a big loss at the hands of Master Zhou because of his vigorous military use." , is it going to repeat the same mistakes this time?"

"Presumptuous! How do you talk to the general?!"

The shogunate of the Qi division was in constant turmoil. At this moment, a soldier suddenly rushed in after hearing the voice of "Report--!!"

The soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty immediately became suspicious. How did the general of the Zhou people send the transfer book to their King Lanling?

King Lanling squinted his eyes. He knew that Yang Jian was "scheming and scheming". He made a fire to cook food and sent books to move. He obviously wanted to drag the situation down and buy time for Master Zhou.

King Lanling made a quick decision and said, "Tear it up, I won't read it."

"My lord! Why didn't your lord read the Yishu sent by people this week? Could it be that there is something that you can't tell everyone in face?"

King Lanling's eyes sank, and someone said: "That's right, I heard that after the king disappeared from Tongguan, he was exiled in the territory of the Zhou people, but he returned to Yecheng without any injuries... It's not that the humble general doesn't trust the king, but Zhou people are cunning, maybe there is some conspiracy in it."

"People from Zhou sent Yishu, and asked the king to find someone to read it aloud in public, so as to resolve our doubts."

Gao Changgong knew Yang Jian well. The letter sent by Yang Jian must not be a good thing. If he read it in public, he might hit his target, but if he didn't read it in public, he couldn't clear his suspicion.

King Lanling closed his eyes, waved his hands and said, "Zhan Xin."

Then a soldier opened the transfer book, and there were several rows of small characters densely written on it. The handwriting was thin and sharp, and it was written by Yu Wenxian, the Duke of Qi. Unpolished, full of vernacular, so authentic...

"Old, old iron personally..."

The soldier thought he was illiterate for a moment, stuttered, and then continued to read: "I don't know if Lao Tie still remembers the old Wang next door. We used to... used to wear a pair of trousers and still feel fat. That's a good brother who begs for help." Brother Wei...I still remember that you, Old Tie, loved the crispy noodles you made for brother the most, but you only loved teriyaki meat. Brother Wei knew that you came to Tongguan to fight, and you were very tired from traveling all the way, so I specially transferred a letter , please... Please, old iron, please give me your face to rub...the rice is home-cooked, and I hope that old iron will not dislike it...Brother, General Zhenjun..."