[Quick Pass] The target of the strategy is the fine points

"Xia'er, what are you doing by the window? You're not afraid of the cold."

A burst of soft female voices pulled him out of his thoughts, and the plum blossom he was playing with was directly broken off by man-made disasters.

"It's nothing, it's just that staying in the mansion is too boring, and my bones are crumbling."

Shixia looked at her with a smile in her eyes, and took advantage of the opportunity to insert the plum blossoms he had picked into the pen holder, and accidentally dropped a few drops of stained water on the rice paper, leaving smudged wet marks on it.

Ling Muxi naturally understood the hint in his mouth, she just pretended not to hear it, and put the soup in her hand on the table with a smile, "It's not suitable to go out in the rainy weather recently, even the reward is from the emperor who knows you are weak and sick Let your father take it on your behalf."

When Shixia looked at the bowl of dark soup, the corners of his mouth twitched, "Mother, it wasn't three times a day before, this seems to be the fourth time, right?"

Because the husband of Shi Guo only loved his wife, and he never had a concubine in his life, and he was called an ordinary person at home, which was considered enviable by others.

Ling Muxi looked at him, her beautiful eyes filled with tears again, "It's not you! Knowing that I'm not in good health, I still managed to take your father to the border town to kill the enemy. In case something happens to you, I will destroy that so-called The country of Qi!"

Although Ling Muxi was born beautiful, she couldn't resist her both civil and military skills, and her style always carried the sassyness unique to Jianghu.

It's no wonder that the current emperor is most afraid of his younger sister. Maybe one day you will be unhappy, and you will lie directly in the imperial mausoleum as soon as you are whipped.

Knowing that he was wrong, Shixia frowned and poured the bowl of bitter concoction down his throat, the bitter and fishy smell made him almost spit it out.

"Well, what did you add?" He pinched a piece of candied fruit on the table and stuffed it into his mouth, trying to suppress the bitterness with the sweet and greasy taste.

This soup seemed to be different from the ones he drank a few times before, with a somewhat pungent and bitter taste.

"The century-old ginseng bestowed by the emperor can just replenish your energy and blood."

Ling Muxi picked up the empty bowl contentedly, and rubbed his head by the way.

When the person left, Shixia collapsed on the table, the taste in his mouth wished he could be smoked into heaven.

But why do people in every world want to make up for him? Does he look so weak?

He propped his head with one hand and picked up a pen from the table to scribble on the rice paper. The lines were messy and irregular, but one could tell that it was the layout of the palace if one looked carefully.

The emperor of the current dynasty liked good scriptures, but it didn't mean that his sons were poor and hungry. There would always be people who peeped at the throne that symbolized power.

Today's prince is familiar with poetry and etiquette, and treats others with humility, but under the gentle surface, his ambition is no less than ordinary people.

Shixia drew a few circles, and crossed the first one mercilessly.

Except for the third prince and the youngest sixth prince, the rest were also appointed as princes to marry wives, or they were given to the city. There are a few who are indifferent to fame and fortune but also like such a stable life, and have no ambition to fight for the throne.

Shixia's indifferent eyes circled with crosses, and the casually loose clothes made him look cold and charming, and the tip of his pen finally stopped at the fourth prince.

Chenxi, the son of a court lady, because the emperor thought his biological mother's status in the palace was too low, he directly promoted her to be a nobleman, and she was not favored in the palace.

After all, a weak person can survive in the palace like a den of wolves and tigers, so he must not be a weak character.

Shi Xia picked up the rice paper with a blank expression on his face, and watched it being swallowed up bit by bit by the weak candlelight in the red pepper chest, and then disappeared.

The rain for several days finally stopped, and the long-lost sunshine was exposed, which made people feel refreshed.

Shi Guogong had a headache in the hall at this time, the emperor went crazy and sent someone to announce his son into the palace!And his wife is currently having a cold with the queen mother, which is an opportunity to take advantage of.

"Your Majesty, my son has been a little weak and sick since he fell into the water that time, and he has been reluctant to see strangers since he was a child. I hope you will understand." Shi Guogong tried to persuade him.

The man in the dragon robe squinted at him, and said with displeasure in his tone, "Shi Aiqing, the envoys from neighboring countries seeking peace are just outside the city, I just want to kill their morale, and let him see our Doesn’t the young general have more morale!”

Shi Guogong's face was sullen, and he thought that what you always said was only in the script, I don't want to use my son as your shield.

Today, the neighboring countries asked for peace, and the emperor set up a banquet. The princes and princes did not respond to his words, but looked down at their desks.

No matter how they guessed in their hearts, these things have nothing to do with them, but they are more interested in seeing the miraculous young general who has been passed down by the people.

Ever since, Tokia was inexplicably invited into the palace, and then sat down next to his father after saluting.

The young man's face is like a crown of jade, with a fresh and elegant demeanor, and his eyes and smile give off a gentlemanly temperament, which makes people unable to bear to look more often.

It seems that the frail scholar looks like a martial arts practitioner, and he can't even imagine that he will kill the enemy decisively on the battlefield instead of being frightened.

"Sure enough, talents from the Ling Kingdom must look beyond their appearance. It is completely impossible to imagine the appearance of going to war to kill the enemy. It is more suitable for fiddle with writing and ink at home."

Military Master Qi Guo is an old man with a gray beard, but his eyes are full of scheming calculations

Looking at the obviously sick young man, the meaning of what came out of his mouth was unclear.

There were as many people from Qi State asking for peace, and when they heard that this weak, woman-like man was the general who attacked them, they showed disdain on their faces, obviously they believed in someone else.

"I'm not talented. I learned strategy from my mother and concubine and the art of war from my father. Although he was sick, he was slightly better than Qi Guo." Shi Xia's tone was gentle, but every word was full of sarcasm.

Even a strong prince in your country can't beat me, a sick boy, so what's the point of winning or losing?

As a human spirit, Qi Guo Guoshi naturally understood his implication, and his face turned blue immediately.

Shixia raised his eyebrows and watched him turn to the high-ranking emperor as if he was pretending to be fine, and his respectful tone carried an arrogance that he didn't even notice, "Naturally, there is sincerity in seeking peace with our country. A beauty who can sing and dance and a guard with strong martial arts."

The person sitting on the high platform was immediately interested and motioned to bring him in.

The palace people began to play music, but it was not as gentle and lyrical as Ling Guo's, but bold and unrestrained.

The scantily clad beauties began to file in, and finally stopped in the center of the hall and started to move.

The clothes and makeup are both bold and unrestrained, not the shyness of Ling country women. The skirts open to the thighs, and the spring light leaking from the inside is even more eye-catching. Only a few people stare at their cups and dare not look at them.

While Tokia was looking at the row of guards around him, someone gave him a wink.

The man had no expression on his face, and he was mixed with a group of guards, but he didn't know that his killing aura was higher than that of ordinary people.

Although he lowered his head, Shi Xia could see his face more clearly from a low place, his facial features were sharp and chilling.

And he couldn't be more familiar with that familiar feeling, but he still has to make a judgment, if he admits it wrong, it will not end well.

Lin Qiyu tried to reduce his sense of existence as much as possible, but he was caught off guard when someone poured wine on his feet, which made him tense up and couldn't help but frown. After seeing the man's face clearly, his breathing became uncontrollably messy.

What a nice view.

Although it is not suitable to use this word to praise a man, he will even be beaten up.

The person sitting on the seat has half-scattered blue hair, pale and sickly, as if the eyebrows and eyes are painted, people can't help but look at them carefully, and when looking at you, they are glued to those peach blossom eyes.

Shi Xia looked at the man's absent-minded expression and slightly raised his eyebrows. He was all too familiar with the look of being about to explode just now.