When Guanqiu Jian called him Li Xin's generation, both Jufu and Meng Yan thought this was an insult to Feng Duhu.

However, Feng Duhu disagreed and even had a smile on his face:

"How dare I compare with Li Xin?"

Li Xin's descendants gave birth to a famous person named Li Guang.

Of course, this is not the point.

The point is that Li Guang's descendants moved to Longxi and were called the Longxi Li family by later generations.

In original history, the Li family in Longxi finally rose to prominence during the Northern and Southern Dynasties, and established Xiliang in Liangzhou.

Later, a unified dynasty called the Tang Dynasty was established along with the Han Dynasty.

Historically known as the prosperous period of Han and Tang Dynasties.

The prosperous times of Han and Tang Dynasties not only represented the prosperous times, but also represented the coming of all nations and the top of the world.

This is the dream of many Chinese people?

If his descendants were so awesome, Feng Duhu felt like he would laugh out loud while lying in the coffin with ashes.

In fact, Feng Duhu couldn't help laughing now:

"Interesting, interesting, come on."

Feng Duhu put the letter away and handed it to the guard behind him, "Put it away and remember to remind me to give it to Madam for safekeeping when I return to Chang'an."

Jufu and Meng Yan were a little confused when they saw Feng Duhu's appearance.

Feng Duhu thought for a moment and then said:

"General Ju, I want to trouble you with something."

"Chongdu Protector, please tell me."

"Write a letter for me, send it to the other side, and say your good wishes to Mr. Chengwu."

"The last general takes orders."

The previous letter was ghostwritten by Meng Yan, and Jufu knew it.

He only said that it was for the sake of fairness that the Central Protector asked him to write the book this time.

Not only him, but also Meng Yan thought so.

But what the two of them didn't expect was that Feng Duhu felt that Meng Yan's words in the last letter were a bit difficult to describe.

That is to say, it is slightly better than what I wrote.

Jufu was from a noble family in Brazil County, and his handwriting was probably better looking than that of Meng Yan, who was born in a wealthy aboriginal family in Nanzhong, half barbarians and half Han.

In fact, the block letters written by Feng Duhu with a quill pen are still passable.

But quill pens are mostly used where shorthand is required, or in less formal situations.

For formal documents, you still need to use a writing brush.

Otherwise, it would be a bit disrespectful.

Just like chairs, at home or on occasions where etiquette is not required, everyone would sit on a chair to feel comfortable.

However, if you are discussing policy or discussing with your Majesty, you still have to sit on your knees to show seriousness and formality.

These habits and etiquette do not mean that they can be changed in a short period of time after new things appear.

Feng Duhu didn't even think about forcibly changing people's habits for these trivial things - the ratio of effort and gain was not worth it.

Time can change everything. Let time do these things.

Guanqiu Jian, on the other hand, was a little confused after receiving another letter from Feng Duhu:

"Accept my good words? What do you mean? When did I say good words to him?"

Not only were the words in the letter incomprehensible, but even the font of the letter had changed from the previous one: steady, solemn, vigorous, and powerful.

If these were really written by the same person, then the handwriting of the two letters obviously represents two different moods.

The last time I wrote a letter, Thief Feng probably wrote it casually with a joking or even mocking mentality, so his handwriting was random.

But this time, it became serious.

So, what is said in this letter now is irony?

What does Feng Thief plan to do?

Thinking of this, the doubts on Guanqiu Jian's face suddenly disappeared, replaced by a solemn expression.

"Zhongduhu, what should we do?"

On the west bank of Danshui, Jufu and Meng Yan asked Guanqiu Jian what was in his heart.

A torrent of alchemy water rolled past in front of them.

If forced to cross, that doesn't mean it's impossible.

Since Feng Duhu led the army on the expedition, it's not like he didn't lead the army to force the way through.

But it was obvious that facing the Wei thieves' carefully constructed defense line on the other side, if they wanted to cross by force, they would have to be prepared to make huge sacrifices.

"The Point Guard Is Here"

In addition, the amount of water in Danshui at this time is large and the current is fast, so it is not a good time to force a crossing.

The most important thing is that less than 30,000 people took Caoqiao Pass this time.

If there are too many casualties among the soldiers due to crossing the water, it may not be easy to capture Caoqiao Pass.

"Don't be anxious. The mountain road is difficult to travel at this time, and the baggage following the army has not yet fully caught up."

Feng Duhu looked at the river with a calm face:

"This time, it's not us who are anxious, but the Wu people."

"The appearance of Guanqiu Jian here means that our goal has been achieved."

"We can wait until all the luggage arrives later."

This is the advantage of relying on internal lines to support operations. There is no need to worry about the rear or logistical shortages.

"Now, it's Lu Xun's turn to appear."

Guanqiu Jian's appearance here either means that the battle between Wei and Wu in Jingzhou has ended - at least the outcome has been decided.

Or Guanqiu Jian was just as Lu Xun had planned, and was frightened by Feng's reputation, so after weighing the importance, he had no choice but to lead the army.

Lu Xun was one of the top military figures in the Three Kingdoms era, and Feng Duhu believed in his level.

So he prefers the second scenario.

Even if there is an accident, it doesn't matter.

At worst, they would withdraw their troops, and there would be no loss anyway - as long as the Wu State cannot capture Xiangyang, the Han Dynasty does not have to capture Caoqiao Pass at this time.

As for the worst-case scenario: Lu Xun has captured Xiangyang, but the Han Dynasty has stopped at Caoqiao Pass.

This situation was not within Feng Duhu's plan.

After all, if Xiangyang is gone, what Guanqiu Jian needs to do most at this time is to shrink his troops and defend the north of the Han River, instead of running to Caoqiao Pass.

Because this is tantamount to giving Lu Xun a way out, and at the same time giving the whole of Nanyang to Wu.

Guanqiu Jian didn't realize it at this time. What he had to face was the joint strangulation of the Han Dynasty and the top figures of the Wu Kingdom.

Feng Duhu thought that the foreplay was almost done, so he waited for Lu Xun to appear.

However, he did not expect that the generals of the Wu army who were attacking Taizhong at this time were falling into sadness and panic.

Originally, according to the plan, after finding out that Guanqiu Jian had left Xiangyang, the Wu army should invest more troops in an effort to defeat the Wei army in Peizhong.

Unexpectedly, Wu Jun suddenly and strangely stopped the offensive.

In Commander Wu's tent, General Zhuge Jin of the State of Wu was lying on the marching couch with his eyes closed.

If his chest hadn't risen and fallen slightly from time to time, it would have been obvious that he was still breathing.

If someone really wanted to come here who didn't know the truth, I would probably suspect that there was already a dead person on the bed.

The generals who were supposed to be leading the army at the front were all gathered here, and no one spoke.

Even the medical workers accompanying the army stood silently at the end of the couch, not making any final efforts.

There was a strange deathly sound in the commander's tent of Wu Jun's army.

Fortunately, this dead silence was soon broken.

The sound of rapid footsteps came from the handsome tent, and then someone lifted the curtain. Before the person arrived, the sound came first:

"My lord, my lord!"

Zhuge Jin's youngest son, Zhuge Rong, rushed in, threw himself in front of Zhuge Jin's bed, and kept shouting.

His expensive and luxurious clothes made of brocade silk were now covered in mud and water.
To be continued...