Fu Li sips from the medicine bowl in one hand, and Jiang Yan is still clutched in the other hand, making her unable to get away. The usually cold, arrogant and noble young man has been sick all his life, but clings like a child.
The temperature on her wrist was astonishingly hot, Jiang Yan pulled her hand with great effort, but unexpectedly she pulled it away from Fu Li's palm, and he grabbed the sleeve quickly with his eyes and hands, unable to break free for a long time, she sighed 'Oh,' and simply sat down On the footsteps beside the bed, he looked at Fu Li by the dim candlelight.
The skin on his slender and beautiful knuckles was broken, and the dark red scabs against his fair complexion looked shocking. The wind was still blowing outside the house, and the window sash was flapping. Jiang Yan unconsciously saw the figure of him standing in the smoke with a broken sword in his hand, and remembered his lowered head when facing Ji Xuan's irrational questioning. A little soft, as if the tit-for-tat confrontation at the first meeting has become an unreachable past life.
Could it be that this is the so-called friendship in adversity?
Thinking about it, Fu Li had already drank the last sip of the soup with his head raised. The medicine must have been very bitter, Fu Li frowned, his light-colored lips were tightly drawn, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down. After suppressing the bitterness welling up in his throat, he leaned over and put the empty medicine bowl beside the bed On the case table.
"Master Fu, I am still not convinced by you." Maybe it was too quiet in the room, Jiang Yan couldn't help but said, "Before I knew about the engagement, my fighting spirit came from your arrogance. Later, It's because of a trace of jealousy towards you."
Unexpectedly she would say that, Fu Li's hands stopped, his fingertips rested on the edge of the bowl for a moment, and then he asked in a hoarse voice, "Why are you jealous?"
"I'm jealous of your talent. Whether it's in the examination room or on the battlefield, you are always very aggressive. You are the leader in everything from articles, royal horses, archery, and swordsmanship." It's a pity that no one is perfect. His talent was finely crafted, but his temper was kneaded into a ball of mud, which was so awkward that people couldn't figure it out.
Fu Li interrupted her thoughts and said: "If you were forced to sleep at Haishi and wake up at Maoshi since you were three years old, and you have been writing for more than ten years, you can do the same."
Jiang Yan came back to her senses and sighed, "Is Mr. Shoufu so strict?"
Fu Li was silent. Thinking of something, he lowered his eyes to look at Jiang Yan's slightly wrinkled cuffs, and said after a moment of silence: "But what I'm looking for is not the way of a sage, I've long been tired of writing articles with the same format."
When he said this, he was rarely hoarse and low, sounding a bit lonely.
Mr. Fu is really very ill today, these words, even if he rots in his stomach, he would not say these words on weekdays.
It seems that Jiang Yan really got to know Fu Li only tonight. This model Confucian scholar who is highly regarded and respected by the industry said that he doesn't like reading and writing, just like a wealthy businessman who says he doesn't like money That kind of feeling is just like Jiang Yan He threw a punch with all his strength, but Fu Li lightly caught her and knocked her down to the ground and crushed her hard. At the end, he wiped his hands expensively, looked down at her and said, "Actually, I don't like fighting at all, either." .¡±
Jiang Yan was almost cynical after being defeated so many times by this leader of Guozixue who 'doesn't like reading'.
The shadow of the lamp flickered, and Jiang Yan asked with a complicated face: "Then what are you going to do in the future?"
"Be a military commander." The patient Fu Li answered every question, and the hand that was holding her sleeve was tight, and the light blue veins on the back of the hand were faintly visible. With the lights in his eyes, he said firmly, "Ding Guo An Bang, protect you" After a pause, he uttered another word, " we."
Jiang Yan didn't notice his meaningful pause between words, but was surprised by the firmness in his eyes. At this time, in the troubled times, under the dangerous city, his hoarse sentence is as if it has a thousand weight, and it rings loudly.
"Very good." Although for some reason she became the object of Mr. Fu's confidant, Jiang Yan still dutifully enlightened, nodded and repeated, "It's good to be a general."
Fu Li's eyes were soft, and his heart was touched by her self-esteem.
It's a pity that before the emotion was over, I saw Jiang Yan squinting her crescent eyes and thinking: "If you leave, I will be the first in the Guozi Academy. It's very good."
"" The voice was very small, but Fu Li heard it.
?The night was exceptionally quiet, the two of them let go of their past prejudices and chatted casually, and couldn't remember who fell asleep first, and when Fu Li woke up, there was a little morning light outside the window.
The fabric in the palm of his hand was soft. When he looked down, he was still holding Jiang Yan's sleeve, and the girl with beautiful eyebrows was lying on the bedside and fell asleep.
The oil lamp had long been burned to the end, the light in the room was dim, and it was very cold. Jiang Yan did not sleep soundly, her brows were slightly frowned, and the messy hair on her sideburns stuck to the corner of her mouth. She did not know how long she had been sleeping here.
The inexplicable throbbing came again. Unexpectedly, Fu Li let go of her sleeves, and raised his slender knuckles slightly, as if he wanted to take off the naughty corners of her mouth for her.She smiled, and said in a warm voice, "Seven people come together, and they should return together, even if it's just a corpse."
"Do you think war is a trifle? The sword has no eyes, and it will kill people!" Cai Qi said angrily, "How many days can a mere Shuozhou City survive?"
Fu Li thought for a moment, and said: "The Tatars attack the city, they just lift the wooden pestle to break the gate or use the catapult to attack the city. But this time the Tatars attacked Shuozhou from the border city in one day, they must be light-packed. Moreover, the terrain outside the city of Shuozhou is open and flat, and there are no huge stones for it to use, so trebuchets are useless."
"Then only the wooden pestle is left to hit the door." Jiang Yan continued, "We can block the city gate with manpower or heavy objects. As long as the city is not broken, we have a chance of winning."
"The Tatars are attacking rapidly, and they don't stop midway. Most of them want to make a quick decision. They don't have more than seven days of food and grass. As long as they find a way to send masters to go around the enemy's rear camp, burn their food and grass, and stick to it for two days, they will be able to retreat. "Speaking, Fu Li looked at the sunshine pouring out of the house. The snow was clear and the northwest wind was strong, which was most suitable for burning grain camps.
"My father is the great general of Zhenguo. He holds a hundred thousand elite soldiers to guard Cangzhou. It's only a day's journey to dispatch the troops." Bright, with a slight dimple in his smile, "I would like to write a letter in hand, and order someone to report to Cangzhou, and reinforcements will surely come within three days!"
In Guozixue, Wu Mianxue has always been cautious and low-key, with a very low sense of presence. No one would have thought that she would step forward at this time and throw out a shocking plan. Cai Qi looked at Wu Mianxue in disbelief, with obvious doubts in his tone: "You?"
"Yes, I." Wu Mianxue seemed to be a different person, no longer as obedient as before, her eyes filled with the calmness of a tiger girl from the general family, "I fled the night before, who did Lord Qianhu think those two Tatars were?" Killed?"
Sure enough, the little lamb finally showed its fangs. From the first time Jiang Yan practiced archery, she vaguely felt that Wu Mianxue seemed to be deliberately covering up her skills. Although she didn't know why she was hiding her clumsiness, but this time with the help of General Zhen Guo, the chances of winning were eight or nine points.
Cai Qi paced the hall holding his knife, as if weighing the pros and cons. After a long while, he stopped and asked, "Think about it, if the city gate has not been guarded, the enemy's food and grass have not been burned, and the reinforcements from Cangzhou have not arrived, what should you do?"
Fu Li said firmly: "As long as two of the three strategies succeed, it is impossible to lose."
Cai Qi said: "What if?"
"If this is the case" Fu Li pondered for a moment, then said coldly, "If this is the case, burn the Shuozhou grain camp, abandon the city and surrender, and save the lives of the people in the city."
As soon as this remark came out, the whole audience was shocked.
Cai Qi stared wide-eyed, looked at Fu Li for a long time, and then murmured: "You are decisive at such a young age, but you are a natural general."
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