The Empress’ Livestream

1041 Chapter 1041: Leading Snakes Out Of The Hole (2)

There is a tactic to seduce the enemy, but there is nothing in the heart.

If it was a trick to seduce the enemy, how could it be so for half a month?

Every morning in the morning, I received scouts from the scouts, saying that the army of Liu Ye and the army of Huang Song were lively for another night, and the general's mood was like a steamer.

On the one hand, he told himself that this was an enemy's trick to lure the enemy, in order to lead them out of the cold.

On the other hand, he couldn't help but doubt--

Maybe this is not a trick to attract the enemy, maybe the enemy is too arrogant?

At first, he was very alert and determined.

But as time and again missed the opportunity to destroy the enemy, he was not calm.

According to the news of scouts returning to the Uyghur Army, except for the basic patrols of the Army of Huang Song and the Army of Liu Ye, other soldiers and soldiers carnival all night without any precaution. If he had the courage to take the opportunity to send in a surprise attack, he might have wiped out the enemy.

What if it was the bait laid by the enemy?

They were drunk like this, and there was no room for fighting. If they attacked with soldiers, Liu Ye would lift a stone and hit his own foot!

In the face of choice difficulties, the cold guardian will be indecisive and can only watch the bright campfire of the enemy camp.

Jiang Yanji and Huang Song are expected to be suspicious, and they will not send troops easily.

In order to act more like this, let soldiers and soldiers relax more easily, and live a good life for many years. At first, those days were really crazy.

"Hey--it's a day of fairies and fairies--"

Feng Zhen wore a gigantic crown belt and a lacquered sarong crown. He was wearing a formal attire, but this person had a loose waist and a skewed placket, exposing a thin clavicle and a small half of his chest. He relied on his seat, sitting casually, holding a wine glass, drunk and smoky, his cheeks crimson.

Today is the thirtieth year of the Chinese New Year.

On festive days, it is natural to wear formal clothes. Even Fengzhen, the prodigal, pulls out the box clothes that he hasn't worn a few times.

"If every day is New Year's Day, what regrets in life?"

Feng Zhen sighed, a pair of peach eyes filled with water vapor, it seems that Guanghua flow.

Feng Jin frowned and whispered to Feng Zhen.

"I can't help it over Hanyuguan. It is estimated that there will be movements in a while. You have to converge."

Feng Jin really looked down on this unruly colleague who used her life to die, but now she is letting go.

Just ask him not to make a joke at the annual banquet.

Feng Jin is also the costume of Eguanbo, but he and Fengzhen are two completely different styles.

If Feng Zhen is a slutty man who indulges in the mountains and wilds, Feng Jin is a gentleman who is courteous and respectful.

The former is casual in sitting posture, while the latter is meticulous in combing hair.

"Annual banquet-huh!" Feng Zhen drank a wine booze and drunkenly said, "Isn't the protagonist saying to be casual, don't be restrained?"

Feng Jin resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

Feng Zhen thief said, "I appreciate the same full moon, I don't know what's going on with the evidence and the way?"

The thought of eating spicy and spicy food, but colleagues kept a lot of bamboo slips to desolate the festival, Feng Zhen felt comfortable.

Feng Jin said with a headache, "You just stop."

So much like pulling hatred, sooner or later, someone will be killed by sacks.

Feng Zhen smiled and pulled Li Yan aside, saying in his mouth, "Hanmei, please, let's not get drunk tonight."

Jiang Yanji's account is not without contradictions, but the contradictions are not so obvious.

Feng Langzi often secretly drank alcohol with the military commander in hand. Li Xiao, the little angel, was humble and eager to learn, and often consulted with several gentlemen—there were more exchanges, and the barriers and contradictions between them also decreased. In addition, there is Jiang Yanji Neng Wennengwu, who tries to use a bowl of water to level up and use the strengths of Wenchen and military generals, not the others, which makes the overall atmosphere harmonious and the civil and military officials get along well.

Even if the two parties have conflicts, they are mostly settled in private and will not move to the bright side.

Looking at the harmonious situation of civil and military relations in the account, as a "messenger" to Jiang Yanji's New Year's greetings, it was not in my heart.

Most of Huang Song's generals are from the original family, and they are regarded as Huang Song's clan. The two are closely related.

Although it is a good thing to say that "you don't avoid hatred from the outside, you can't avoid relatives from the inside." However, the generals under Huang Song's account have a tendency to hold the group outward.

Under the suppression of Huang Song, nothing happened, but everything can't stand comparison--

Feng Yan replaced Huang Song and Jiang Yanji with a few glasses of wine, and said New Year's blessings, and then left under the excuse of "excellent wine power".

When Feng Jin saw this, he secretly informed Jiang Yanji and got up to follow.

"Huaiyu--"

Leaving the hot handsome tent, the icy snow outside trembled Feng Jin.

"Second Brother——" Feng Yan turned his head and called respectfully.

"Hum--" Feng Jin sighed, and whispered, "Our brothers haven't seen each other for a long time. Find a place to drink two cups and get together."

Although they were brothers, they went to Beijing for a year, and they didn't even pass a few letters of family books, let alone celebrate the New Year together.

Feng Yan listened to his familiar tone, and his mouth twitched.

"Isn't Brother Er not drinking?"

People who don't get much alcohol on weekdays, but now tell him to find a place to drink wine?

Is n’t his second brother caught by the lonely ghost?

Feng Jin's mouth slipped, quite a bit helplessly, "In the past, I didn't like to drink, but I always want to train up."

The protagonist and a group of colleagues are alcoholics, and every time the banquet must drink, Feng Jin can't be unique. Tea is the bar?

The two brothers found a place to drink, set up a Wen Ding, and set the sauce.

The cold wind was blowing outside, the small hot pot was rumbling, the pieces of meat and dry goods thrown in were soon cooked.

Although being alone, Feng Jin and Feng Yan are not talking about official affairs, they just gather together to remember the fun of young people.

"If you have time, remember to write a letter to your father and mother." Feng Jin said, "You didn't say a word in the past, and my father was almost stunned."

The wind nodded, feeling warm for a moment, just like Wen Ding in front of him, eating his heart to warm his body.

In addition to the Brothers of the Wind, Meng Heng was also sent as a messenger by Jiang Yanji to pay homage to Huang Song.

Huang Song left him for a brief meal, and Meng Heng went to Nie Yan's side.

This time at the door, Meng Heng also brought his wife with a prominent belly.

"The icing on the cake is easy, and it is difficult to send charcoal in the snow. If you have to help your brother and sister, Zhuo Jing's birth may not be able to be saved.

Meng Heng didn't talk about business affairs either, just mentioning the help of Nie Jun and his wife.

Now that the New Year is coming, they naturally have to give a generous gift to the Nie Dai couple to celebrate the New Year, otherwise they would not become white-eyed wolves?

This was a personal relationship, and Nie Ye had no excuse for refusing Meng Heng's favor.

There are two for one, a good start, and future communication is also convenient.

After a simple meal, Meng Heng carefully helped his wife get on the carriage and let the groom drive away.

Although Meng Heng is a gentleman, the gentleman also has a mind.

He specially made the carriage slowly, passing by in front of the original letter mansion, just passing by with the original letter who was drunk.

Yuan Xin was full of heat, sipped a wine goblin, eyes drunk.

"Huh-Nie 洵-嗝 -this little child-but walked close to Liu Ye- 嗝-"

Beating the wine boo, he rolled over in disappointment, watching Meng Heng's frame slowly move away and disappear into the night.

Nie Yun: QAQ never thought my brother would pit me.

(End of this chapter)