"I, please ask Your Majesty for your grace and I would like to lead the troops of the Southern Palace to enter Mingshui again and fight against the Southern Barbarians."

The light shadow swayed slightly, and the sound of rain wet the ground came from outside.

The boy leaned over and for a while, Emperor Wenxuan said slowly: "Do you know what you are talking about?"

"The Southern Barbarians bullyed the people of the Central Plains. Now that my father has died in battle, the jackals are still alive, I am willing to inherit my father's will, enter the Southern Barbarians again, and take back Mingshui."

Emperor Wenxuan did not speak, Xu Jingfu spoke first, and he said, "Prince Xiao, General Guangwu has left. Although the old minister can understand your grief and anger at this moment, it is not a matter of one sentence to lead troops to fight."

Seeing that Emperor Wenxuan did not want to stop him from speaking, Xu Jingfu continued: "In the battle of Mingshui, General Guangwu was stubborn and missed the opportunity to fight, causing tens of thousands of soldiers in the Wei Dynasty to be buried in Mingshui. Your Majesty is kind and will not be investigated. Now you are here tonight, it turns out that it is not to apologize for the sake of military power."

Xiao Jue said in a deep voice: "I am for the people of the Great Wei."

"The people of the Great Wei?" Xu Jingfu shook his head and said, "Young Master Xiao is only sixteen years old now and has never been to the battlefield in the past. How many generals in the Great Wei Dynasty dare not say that they will lead their troops to fight. You are a little baby, and you are too arrogant."

"You go back." Emperor Wenxuan said: "Don't mention this matter again."

The young man paused and looked at Emperor Wenxuan: "I am willing to issue a military order. If I lose the battle, I will be punished."

Word by word, meaningful.

The eyes of the second son of the Xiao family have always been very beautiful in their lives, like the clear autumn water, and always with a bit of lazy and tiredness. Now the scatteredness in their eyes has disappeared. Something has sunk, and something has gradually floated up, which makes people feel burning for a moment.

Hard to ignore.

"The military order is easy to say," Xu Jingfu said: "It's just that the second young master Xiao is defeated, but it's just a life. For others, war is not a joke. The Great Wei was defeated by General Guangwu's Mingshui, and he was already seriously injured. Now, because of your words, you should use tens of thousands of soldiers in the Southern Palace as a bet?" He stroked his beard, shook his head and sighed: "The Great Wei can't afford to lose."

Xiao Jue was silent for a moment: "I dare not."

Xu Jingfu's eyes flashed.

Xiao Jue leaned back again, "The alien race of the Southern Barbarians invaded our country and slaughtered the people. My father died in battle. I am unwilling to survive. I hope Your Majesty will be able to make a clear decision. I will lead my army to fight. Without seeing any good news, I dare not speak out. I will bring as many soldiers as your Majesty is willing to give me. Even if I die in the battlefield, I will have no regrets."

He was stubborn and had the determination to take all the bets, as if he would kneel down here as long as Emperor Wenxuan did not agree.

Emperor Wenxuan rubbed his forehead and said, "I don't want to mention this matter again."

"Your Majesty is kind." The young man's voice did not give in at all.

"Your Majesty," Xu Jingfu said, "Young Master Xiao is determined to go to the Southern Barbarians to fight, and he is also innocent."

Emperor Wenxuan glanced at him: "Why, you want to talk for him too?"

Xu Jingfu hurriedly said, "The old minister dare not, but... Mr. Xiao is so confident in himself, and even if there is a miracle, he may be. But now the Great Wei really dares to use tens of thousands of soldiers from the Southern Palace as bets, so..."

"So what?" asked Emperor Wenxuan.

"Three thousand."

Xiao Jue raised his head.

The Southern Barbarians had hundreds of thousands, 3,000 to 100,000 soldiers, and no general accepted this proposal. This was a war that would be lost.

Emperor Wenxuan drank a sip of tea and understood that Xu Jingfu made this request on the surface, but in fact he wanted Xiao Jue to retreat. Taking three thousand soldiers to fight the Southern Barbarians was not a forceful situation, but a foolish dream. As long as Xiao Jue didn't want to die, he would not agree.

He put down the teacup in his hand and looked at the stubborn boy in the hall: "Xiao Huaijin, if you insist on going to war, I will only give you three thousand troops, and you will be willing to go?"

Xu Jingfu put it together in his sleeves and watched it on the wall.

He would not agree.

The young man slowly lowered his head and bowed to Emperor Wenxuan: "I thank Your Majesty for your holy grace."

The people in the hall were stunned.

When Xiao Jue raised his eyes again, his expression was already calm, "You don't have any jokes, three thousand is just three thousand."

...

The snow pressed heavily on the bare branches, and with a "cry", it broke the branches.

Lin Shuanghe was slightly ecstatic.

When he knew about Xiao Jue taking three thousand soldiers to Mingshui, it had been a long time since he knew about it. The battle of Changgu in Guocheng had happened, and the scholars had scolded Xiao Jue for being cruel and injustice behind the back. Xiao Huaijin had become General Feng Yun, the god of war in the Great Wei Dynasty, and the two of their friends had not seen each other for two years.

Things in the world are impermanent and there are many different opinions, but no one knows what kind of mood he was when the young man came out of the city with three thousand men and knew that he was facing a 100,000 army.

Xiao Rubi didn't know that Xiao Jue was stunned. He entered the palace in the middle of the night and only three thousand soldiers were coming. He thought that His Majesty handed over the soldiers of the Southern Palace to Xiao Jue, and Xiao Jue temporarily obtained the military power.

Everyone scolded Xiao Jue behind his back, calling him a desperate fight for power and profit. His mother couldn't wait to enter the palace to confess her love before she passed the seventh day of her first son. She deceived His Majesty and handed over 100,000 soldiers from the Southern Palace to the young boy. It was so ridiculous.

Who is the ridiculous one?

How ridiculous this world is.

When Xiao Jue left the city, it was midnight. No one knew his eyes before leaving, nor did anyone know what he was thinking.

There are countless interesting things happening in Shuojing every day. Some people sigh about the Xiao family, and some people gloat about it, but they are just a few days of fresh time. Once a month passes, there are very few people mentioned, and in a few months, they have been left behind.

Until the victory of the Battle of the Sea came.

The second young master Xiao led the troops of the Southern Mansion to capture Guocheng and drowned 60,000 southern barbarians, shocking the whole country.

Shocked the young man's surprise attack and shocked him to be so cruel at such a young age.

People in the world thought that he could lead 100,000 soldiers from the Southern Palace, and in a more gentle way, he could leave at least surviving prisoners. Unexpectedly, among the 60,000 people who drowned, there were civilians.

But what can I do?

"Three thousand people vs. Hundred thousand people," He Yan rubbed a small bulge on the bamboo stick and pressed it gently, making his hands hurt, "He has no other way to go."

Lin Shuanghe smiled and said, "Not bad."

If it weren't for the desperate situation, who would have used this method?

The Southern Barbarians were stationed in Guocheng. Xiao Zhongwu had been fighting for a long time before, but now three thousand soldiers and horses are even more impossible to resist the enemy head-on. Xiao Jue ordered 3,000 people to build a dike a hundred miles east of Guocheng to intercept the flow of the Changgu River in Dongshan. When the water accumulates more and more, it accumulates into a vast ocean. He ordered the dike to be broken.

Feinu asked: "Young Master, think it clear. After this, people in the world will insult behind their backs."

Even if the water floods Guocheng, even if it wins, it will leave a cruel sentence in history books. All the soldiers have always hoped to be famous in history and have been famous for thousands of years. What's more, Your Majesty now advocates "benevolent government" and does not like to kill indiscriminately. Such victory must be borne far more than you get.

The boy sat under the tree, looked into the direction of Guocheng in the distance, stroked his fingers through a weed growing in the crack in front of him, and said self-deprecatingly: "Do I have any other choice?"

Feinu doesn't speak.

"What others say to me, it's okay." He stood up, and a black cloak cut a trace behind him, saying, "Open the gate."

Feinu didn't speak or move.

The boy walked forward, his voice cold: "I said, open the gate."

The flood is thousands of feet high and flows down.

Guocheng was flooded, floods poured into the east of the city and collapsed out from the west of the city. The southern barbarian soldiers and civilians in the city could not escape, and all 60,000 people were drowned.

When the city fell, Xiao Jue won without a fight.

The news came back to the court, and Emperor Wenxuan was also shocked.

After Xiao Zhongwu's death, officials who supported the Xiao family were suppressed by Xu Xiang's party. Now Xiao Jue wins a lot, which can be regarded as a proud look for them. Xiao Jue took the opportunity to write a letter and asked Emperor Wenxuan to hand over the soldiers of the Nanfu to him, and in one go, he beat the Nan barbarians all in one go.

Emperor Wenxuan delegated power, and he let it go bit by bit.

Xiao Jue's victory was also fought one after another.

In recent years, the Southern Barbarians were defeated by him and eventually became defeated. The young man who left the city alone at night and brought 3,000 people out of the city finally became General Feng Yun, the terrifying general who was said by the world.

No one cares about the truth. What people care about is that he was greedy for military merits, treated human life as grass, and slaughtered at will. What they care about is that he was arrogant and domineering, and he even cut off his only son of the Minister of Revenue and chopped him up, without any mercy.

But is he willing to do this?

When I was young, I went to school in Xianchang Pavilion and studied "Young people are crazy, I am bewitched by Kunlun, laugh at Luliang, sharpen my sword for several years, and now I am showing my sharpness." How full of spirit, handsome and open-minded, but in the next few years, I no longer see the brightness and brightness of the past.

The handsome boy with white robe and silver crown turned into a jade-faced killer with black robe and black armor. This is not something worth celebrating.

He is just a person from the beginning to the end.

The snow fell even harder.

So big that I stood there, I began to feel cold. I stepped on the snow, leaving clear footprints, but in no time, I would be covered with heavy snow without any trace.

"I don't know that the governor brought only three thousand men in the battle in Guocheng." He Yan said.

"Do you know how the Nine Flag Camp came from?" Lin Shuanghe asked.

He Yan shook his head.

"Your Majesty asked Xiao Jue to go to the Nanfu soldiers to pick up three thousand troops, which was his last kindness to Huai Jin. Huai Jin stood in front of the Nanfu soldiers and asked them to choose whether they would like to follow him to Mingshui."

Before going, no one would think that this battle would win, and that was to die. Everyone who stood up was determined to die and followed the general and young master.

"The first eight hundred people who stood up later became the Nine Flag Camp." He smiled.

No wonder He Yan knew in his heart that he had never seen Xiao Jue easily recruit people into the Jiuqi Camp for so many years. The friendship of supporting each other in trouble was something that was not as good as loyal, brave, smart, and capable. Even if he was injured in the Jiuqi Camp, he could not go to the battlefield again, he would be settled by Xiao Jue.

Because it's worth it.

"I didn't know about these things at the time." Lin Shuanghe reached out to brush away the snowflakes that fell on his body. Later, when his grandfather was treating the Queen Mother's illness, the Queen Mother said it. Only then did my grandfather tell me that there were a few words in the court over the years, and they put them together, and the original outline of the matter was found."

"Didn't Governor Xiao tell you this?" He Yan asked. She remembered that when Xianchang Pavilion was in school, Xiao Jue, Lin Shuanghe and a young man had a good relationship. Xiao Jue was in a difficult situation at the time and would explain the difficulties with his friends.

"To be honest, I have only met him a few times in the past few years." Lin Shuanghe shook his head, "Occasionally, I write letters to me a few times, and I always borrow money."

"Borrow money?"
To be continued...