Wu Liwen looked at the gloomy sky and ordered the post station staff to clean the yard and boil water to cook. Several princes were fighting with the imperial army, and there were many messengers coming and going. It was cloudy this day, and it seemed that it was going to snow again. Auspicious snow indicates a good harvest, and there might be a good year in the spring, which would make the life of the merchants lighter.

The road was filled with smoke and dust, and at first glance, there was a messenger passing by. Wu Liwen hurriedly ordered the postmen to prepare meals. The front line always sent bad news. The messengers were very annoyed. He heard that the King of Wu had already reached Suiyang, and His Majesty's younger brother, King Liang, was struggling to support him. General Zhou worked extremely hard in Shandong, and he just hoped that the military disaster would not burn here. He lived a long life and had encountered drought, floods, and locust plagues, but the most terrible thing was the military disaster.

You can already see Hong Ling from afar, it is Hong Ling messenger. Could it be that there was a place where he won the battle?

The messenger looked unusual at the sight. Five people had ten horses. The tall man in the head was as strong as a bear, and immediately had a huge mace. There were blood and dried meat scattered between the teeth.

"Official Secretary, prepare the meal quickly. After using it, we will rush to Chang'an."

"I dare to ask the envoy, if there is a great victory in the red feather in his head?"

"The inner historian of the Jiaodong King Ling Yunhou defeated half of the Wu army with a hundred cavalry on the bank of the Yellow River. He killed the Wu general Bu Zhi in a formation, beheaded nearly 4,000 levels and captured more than a thousand enemy troops. Do you think it is a great victory!"

"really?"

"I can't lie to you, but my mace will kill no less than a hundred people."

Wu Liwen immediately looked at the bear-like bear with admiration, with little stars in his eyes. With a wave of his hand, he rushed up to a group of postmen. He brewed tea, poured water, pinched his waist and pounded his legs, and used all the skills of hanging them. As long as he was not affected by military disaster, he would be fine, and he would be able to bring the fat chicken and wine up without making jokes.

"That battle was really dangerous. Five thousand squads and cavalry were all over the mountains. As Yunhou Jianfeng pointed, the brothers rushed in. The heads were rolling, and my mace was covered with human flesh. The horses were splashed with human brains, and the snow on the ground was dyed red by blood." The clumsy bear suddenly possessed Shan Tianfang. A big battle was inexhaustible and thrilling in his mouth. The postman was stunned. The innocence was surrounded by three layers inside and three layers outside, and people all listened to the messenger's story like a fool.

Everyone came to pay homage to this powerful general. Such powerful generals were used as messengers by Hou Yun. It seems that this Hou Yun is indeed a powerful general.

Cang Xiong was obviously the one who could tell books and eat at the same time. After he finished speaking, a pot of fat chickens had turned into chicken bones. He crossed his hands and said goodbye, and then went to promote Yunhou's glorious deeds.

According to this theory, fisherman is definitely a qualified product. Five thousand squadrons and cavalry were rhetoric for half a thousand. Yun Xiao couldn't help but admire him when he looked at this old fairy. I remembered that when he was in college, there was a fat man in his class, which was only more than 200 kilograms. When Yun Xiao introduced him, he said it was 0.00 pounds per ton, but he was beaten up by 0.00 pounds per ton.

So a story of over 100,000 cavalry and half a thousand was released and widely promoted by Cang Xiong. As the inner historian of the King of Jiaodong, Yun Xiao needed to report his war report to his prince.

Gangying stood in the general's mansion in Luoyang City, and behind the Zheng Case was a real general. Dou Ying, a first-rank general appointed by the imperial court, sat on Dou Ying's left hand, a dark-skinned and short-skinned old man. His bright eyes kept looking at Gangying, and his hands were constantly twisting his beard and wondering what he was thinking.

General Dou Ying forwarded the newspaper to the old man, and his fingers kept tapping on the handsome desk, and his eyes looking at the eagle were filled with question marks.

The old man read the military newspaper with a glance at him and handed it back to Dou Ying.

The two old fairies looked at each other and saw their thoughts in each other's eyes.

"Take the messenger down to have a meal first, and please ask for details after you have a question."

"promise."

A lieutenant walked forward to lead the goshawk out.

"Old Luan, do you think this is true? There will be a hundred riders who have exceeded half a thousand?"

It turns out that this old man is Luan Bu, who is known as the number one hero in Shandong. He has no thousand raids under him. This is the boss of the underworld who can't be more illegitimate. He is a real master.

"Although I think it's a bit unreasonable to have a hundred horses that have exceeded half a thousand, I still think the military newspaper is true."

"Oh, how do you say this?"

"Military newspapers can be faked, but prisoners of war cannot be faked. You must know that they are living people who can speak. Even if the corpse was obtained by killing villagers, where can he get the five thousand Wu army's armor? If you make such a fake military newspaper, it may not be easy. So I think the military newspaper is real, but I have never heard of such a thing after living for more than fifty years.

Even Xiang Yu's eight thousand Jiangdong children were defeated in Gaixia, and Han Xin, the Marquis of Huaiyin, once said that the number of troops would be better. The number of troops on the battlefield was still very advantageous. Moreover, the King of Wu's soldiers were also well-trained and well-equipped soldiers. The general also saw the soldiers who came to attack Luoyang a few days ago, and they were not a mob at all. I really wanted to see what kind of person was the Marquis who had a hundred cavalry and had over half a thousand."

"Oh, Dou Ying was just thinking about this. The military newspaper said that Yunhou was not in enough manpower and could not observe more than a thousand Wu army infantry, and asked our Luoyang camp to go and take the prisoners back. I wonder if the old general was willing to leave this."

"It's great, I'm just thinking."

Canghu was lying leisurely on the cart, followed by twenty Mo family disciples. The cart was filled with silver coins from Wu army and dozens of oxen. The Huns were injured and lying on the ox cart and saying something to each other in the Huns' words.

It was so satisfying. I didn’t follow the Marquis so much as I was in the Northern Army. I had never heard of a hundred cavalry that had exceeded 50,000 yuan, and I had never heard of it so old. Even the elite General Li Guang of the Northern Army was not good. My elder brother’s decision was really wise. It was a unique vision to tie the future of the Cang family to such a young Marquis.

He looked at the Hun man who was eating half-baked lamb legs while drinking steamed wine from the Yun family. He thought to himself: You guys are lucky, and you met such a master.

Thinking that he could arrive at Yunjiazhuang the day after tomorrow and his wife and children, Canghu shouted the team to speed up and bring back the news of the Marquis' victory was the top priority.

Outside Chang'an City, Cang Xiong tidied up her armor. Bu Zhi's armor was smaller, but it was bright and gorgeous. The blood on the armor had not been dried yet, which was what the Marquis ordered. Cang Xiong looked at the Mo family disciples behind him who were messing up their hair, and shouted: "If you do it, go on the road."

Five people and ten horses rushed towards Chang'an in smoke and dust.

The Mo family disciples behind him shouted wildly with a gong-kicking voice, "Luoyang Victory, Yunhou Formation Killed thousands and captured more than a thousand enemies."

Cang Xiong looked at the Mo family disciple behind him with dissatisfaction, "A great victory in Luoyang, the Yunhou formation killed thousands of enemies and captured more than a thousand enemies."

The thick sound and rhyme mixed with the resonance of the chest, gushing out from Cang Xiong's open mouth. Compared with those Mohist disciples, this is simply the difference between bel canto and popular, Tibetan mastiff and native dog.

The city gate official in Luoyang looked at the smoke and dust in the distance and faintly saw the galloping knight's cherry blossoming with red feathers on the cherry blossom helmet. It was Hong Ling, who received defeated military reports these days. Today, the city gate official hurriedly cleared the corridor of the city gate.

"It's so fucking that he's dead. Hong Ling is stomping to death." Before the fierce Chang'an people could open their mouths and start cursing, Cang Xiong had already arrived at the Chang'an city gate.

"The great victory in Luoyang, the Yunhou formation killed thousands of enemies and captured more than a thousand enemies."

"The great victory in Luoyang, the Yunhou formation killed thousands of enemies and captured more than a thousand enemies."

Five fast horses rushed into the corridor like a gust of wind and ran towards the Weiyang Palace.

The people in Chang'an City were talking about it, and the soldiers and horses of the court have been defeated for many days. This is the first victory since the seven princes rebelled.

"Who is Yunhou?"

"You don't know that the tofu in the tofu shop on Zhuque Street is made by Yunhou's family."

"Oh, I heard that the latest paper used by the imperial court was also made by the Yunhou family. I heard that a workshop was built on his farm, and my second boy's friend's brother-in-law's brother worked in the workshop. The salary was 500 yuan per month."

"Wow, 500 Wen. Does his second uncle have a family in-laws? My aunt's sister-in-law's niece is just sixteen today without a family in-laws."

"I heard that every family in Yunjiazhuang lives in brick and tile houses."

"I heard that Yunjiazhuang has meat and vegetables every meal."

"I heard that Yunjiazhuang has no labor service and taxes."

"I heard..."

The floors of Yunhou Dajie were quickly covered with crooked content, and people began to talk about the specialties and wealth of Yunjiazhuang.

Liu Qi, who had been reading the memorial for a day, was slid into the imperial garden, and a ginseng doll crashed into Liu Qi's arms.

"Catch it, catch it. Brother Rong, I'll catch you."

The happy ginseng doll pulled off the blindfolded silk cloth.

"It turned out to be the father, and Brother Rong's child was playing hide-and-seek with Brother Rong and the others. But they all disappeared."

"Hahaha, they all ran away. I'm still waiting for you to catch me. Let's go and see your grandmother with my father."

"Okay, go see grandma."

An eunuch ran over in a panic and immediately saluted when he saw Liu Qi.

"Qiandu, the people in this palace are getting less and less rules. They are still so panicked in the palace. Those who don't know think that the King of Wu has entered Chang'an."

Liu Qi stared at Qiandu, his face so gloomy that it could drip out of water.

"I have dealt with him here."

Qiandu waved his hand and rushed up to two guards, dragging the little eunuch away.

"Your Majesty, your Majesty, your Majesty, I am here to report the good news."

"Oh, wait. What joy do you have received? Tell me."

Liu Qi stopped the guard and looked at the little eunuch curiously. He had not heard any news that would make him happy for many days.

"Go back to Your Majesty, it was the beautiful man who sent his servants to find King Jiaodong. The inner historian of the King Jiaodong, Mr. Yun, won a great victory in Luoyang. I heard that the formation had killed thousands of people and captured more than a thousand infantrymen. I have sent people to send good news and need the King Jiaodong to dismantle them himself."

"Yun Xiao? Why don't you come to report me?"

"Reply to Your Majesty, Marquis Yun is an official of the Jiaodong King. According to the etiquette system, you should first report to the Jiaodong King, and then submit it to the court."

"Oh, oh..." Liu Qi was excited for a moment, with a little embarrassed look.

"Thousands of degrees, reward."

After Liu Qi finished speaking, he pulled Liu Xiaozhu toward the bedroom of Meiren.
Chapter completed!