"Meow~~~Meow~~~"

The kitten Su Shang rubbed Chu Yao's fingers affectionately and begged some food from his hand by being cute. If Chu Yao didn't give it, it would keep looking at him with its innocent and moist eyes. Chu Yao had a hard time several times.

Even with all his heart failing, he reluctantly took out the dry food.

"It is said that 'everything resembles its owner', but you are more pleasing to people than Qi Yuanliang." Chu Yao muttered in a low voice. Su Shang couldn't understand human words. He only knew that he had to find a comfortable place after he was full.

It curls up in a certain place, and it is best to have a scrapper to scratch it.

It meowed and jumped into Chu Yao's arms, exposing its belly.

Chu Yao: "..."

He really doesn't like cats.

It happened that Gong Shuwu came back at this time, so he handed over this troublesome thing. Gong Shuwu also accepted it with good temper and said: "I'm afraid it won't be peaceful tonight. Sir, would you like to rest for a while and recuperate? Yes."

Do you need to wake up sir again?"

Chu Yao: "That's fine."

The literary heart he condensed for the second time is still unstable.

His literary spirit leaked from time to time, and his state was very unstable. It took a lot of time to cultivate and adjust, and to cultivate enough spirit to better display his strength. When Gong Shuwu said this, he followed the steps and agreed.

The two of them settled in an abandoned dwelling near the east gate of the city wall.

This place is deserted and close to the front line.

Chu Yao found a place to lean on, and after a while he started to snore slightly. Su Shang didn't like the smell of sweat on Gong Shuwu's body, and he couldn't feel at ease being held by him, meowing in grievance.

The cat's claws grabbed his sleeves and tried to crawl out.

Hearing Chu Yao's breathing calm down, Gong Shuwu whispered to Su Shang: "Su Shang, be good, be quiet, and don't disturb your husband's sleep."

Su Shang was unyielding and struggled to escape from the arms of the big man. Gong Shuwu didn't dare to let him run away.

If it gets lost, where can I catch an identical one and give it to Qishan?

There was a stalemate between one person and one cat for a quarter of an hour.

In the end, Su Shang was defeated due to lack of physical strength.

He lay in Gong Shuwu's arms and stretched out, opened his mouth and yawned. His eyelids were fighting up and down as if they were filled with lead water. His front paws stepped on the hard arm muscles, and finally his head tilted, his eyelids closed, and he slept soundly.

Shuwu finally breathed a sigh of relief.

It is indeed a cat raised by Mr. Qi, just like him.

Just as difficult as Mr. Qi.

There was no one around, and Gong Shuwu also began to close his eyes and rest.

But within a few breaths, he keenly noticed that the energy of heaven and earth around him changed from orderly to chaotic and violent, and then followed a certain order amidst the chaos. Gong Shuwu suddenly opened his eyes, and his gaze fell on the energy of heaven and earth.

The source of the strangeness—Chu Wuhui!

Could it be that he has gone crazy?

He stepped forward quickly, hesitating whether to wake up Chu Yao, and found that Chu Yao's forehead was covered with thin hot sweat. The sweat dripped down the fragmentary gray hair at the temples, across his cheeks and chin. His long eyebrows were tightly knitted.

Twist, leaving deep creases between the eyebrows.

At first glance it looks like you are trapped in some horrific nightmare.

Gong Shuwu raised his hand and nudged Chu Yao's shoulder, calling softly: "Sir! Sir! Wake up, sir, wake up... How could this happen?"

Shake it several times in a row.

For light sleepers, it is enough to wake up.

I don't know if Chu Yao was trapped in a nightmare and couldn't extricate himself, but there was no sign of waking up. Gong Shuwu was worried that something had happened, so he put his fingers on Chu Yao's wrist and sent out a ray of gentle martial energy into his meridians.

The moment of contact, it was forcefully bounced back.

Gong Shuwu: "!!!"

What should we do???

The two children were not found, and something went wrong with Chu Yao.

God seemed to hear his inner cry. Chu Yao's thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his eyes softly. It took a while for his eyes to refocus. Gong Shuwu noticed it immediately, stepped forward and said with concern: "Sir - you

You’re finally awake!”

Chu Yao seemed to be still immersed in the afterglow of the nightmare and couldn't recover. After a few breaths, his five senses gradually returned to normal, and he shuddered suddenly. He raised his head to see the surrounding scene clearly, and asked Gong Shuwu: "Half step, how long have I been asleep just now?"

?Is there any movement among the rebels at the city gate?"

"For half an hour, the rebels still haven't made any movement."

Chu Yao stood up in a hurry and kept mumbling words that Gong Shuwu couldn't understand. The syllables sounded like the dialect of Chu State.

What kind of nightmare is it that scares the hell out of dialect?

Gong Shuwu had doubts in his heart.

"Sir, did you just have a nightmare?"

Chu Yao shook his head: "It's not a nightmare."

Gong Shuwu thought it was a trivial matter and stopped asking further questions.

Unexpectedly, Chu Yao said again: "It's 'a dark willow and a bright flower'."

Several question marks appeared on Gong Shuwu's face.

"What does it mean - a bright future?"

Chu Yao: "That is my way of being a scribe - there is no way out despite the mountains and rivers, and there is a bright willow and a bright future in every village. This way of being a scribe cannot be used until a desperate situation. Just when I fell asleep, it suddenly started, and I saw it.

Many chaotic scenes..."

Gong Shuwu looked solemn.

Is this a scribe's way that cannot be used until desperate situations?

In other words, they will soon face a desperate situation?

An inexplicable sense of crisis filled his heart, and he hurriedly asked: "What did you see in your dream, sir? If you had predicted it in advance, could you have avoided it?"

Chu Yao said cryptically: "I'm afraid I can't avoid it."

Gong Shuwu was shocked: "Is this a fatal situation?"

The two of them are both civilized and military, so they dare not say that they can move freely among thousands of troops, but escaping from Xiaocheng is still not a problem, unless they are unlucky enough to encounter a strong man whose level is much higher than them. But then again, Geng

How can there be such a troublesome and ruthless character in the country?

Chu Yao said: "It's not us."

Gong Shuwu reacted: "Is it Xiaocheng?"

Chu Yao nodded feebly: "Yes."

When his scribe's method was activated, he would draw out a large amount of literary energy. At this time, the elixir palace was empty, and the strong weakness accompanied by dizziness made him unable to stand firmly, and he fell back down unable to stand.

Then he gasped for air.

"I saw in my dream that the rebels 'only besieged but not attacked' and blocked Xiaocheng. Soon the city ran out of ammunition and food. The rebels also threw corpses of diseased people into the city. No one took care of the corpses, which became a huge problem in the city.

Rat delicacies...the disease spreads..."

He didn't need to describe the tragedy that followed in detail. Gong Shuwu could also imagine it. After hearing this, he smashed the low table at hand with his palm. The sound of the wooden table falling into pieces frightened Su Shang who was taking a nap in his arms, so he had to suppress his temper.

, appease one or two.

Lowering his voice: "Only siege but not attack? Are they crazy?"

The price of war is victory, but the price of war is not long.

It is clear that the enemy's city can be captured in a day and a half, but it is necessary to "only siege but not attack", stalling for time and fighting a protracted war!

Is this delaying the enemy's time?

This is obviously delaying our own food and fodder! Although Sibao County is located at the junction of Geng and Xin countries, it will not be very difficult for the rebels under King Shen's tent to supply food and fodder, but there will also be a lot of losses during transportation.

The soldiers on the front line eat one stone, and the rear has to transport more than ten stones!

Is King Sheng burning his hands because he has too much money?

Or is it moldy due to too much food?

Chu Yao closed his eyes with a heavy heart: "No, the rebels have good calculations, not stupid chess."

After saying that, he opened his eyes and met Gong Shuwu's gaze.

The latter felt uncomfortable being stared at by him and subconsciously looked away.

"Mr. Chu is saying... they have other plans, and they are willing to waste more than a month of food and grass for tens of thousands of troops???"

Chu Yao said: "Yes."

Gong Shuwu asked: "What is the purpose?"
To be continued...