Zhang Biezhi looked at him sympathetically: "I understand. I thought so too before my sister married my brother-in-law. Is there anyone closer than a biological brother?"

Ashu: “…………”

He became even more unhappy: "No wonder the master scolded you! My master is not married to the king, you are not allowed to say that again!"

Zhang Biezhi waved his hands in a bored manner: "I know, I know, it's just a metaphor. Can Mister Xiao really marry the king? I just said that they are very close. I don't understand why you are so serious."

Ashu wanted to refute him but didn't know how. He turned around holding the pot of soup and faced Zhang Biezhi with the back of his head.

Zhang Biezhi twitched his nose, his eyes drifted towards Ashu's arms, and after a while, he asked, "What kind of soup is this?"

Ah Shu replied sullenly: "Red dates and chicken soup."

Zhang Biezhi: "Give me some."

After a pause, he asked again: "Do you have a spoon?"

“…”

Ashu began to think about the feasibility of throwing this pot of soup on Zhang Biezhi.

Some people care about Xiao Rong openly, while others do it secretly.

While others were trying their best to get Xiao Rong to eat more, the letter from the Buddhist had already crossed the Yellow River. …

Although he had explained Qu Yunmie's original instructions to Xiao Rong last time, he never said that he would not do as he was told. He just didn't write down all the circumstances. For example, Xiao Rong fainted for a long time for no apparent reason, but Fuzi didn't write about it. He only wrote about Xiao Rong's loss of appetite and frequent temper tantrums.

Thinking about when his letter would reach Qu Yunmie, the Buddhist sighed slightly.

Whether it was peace in the world or peace in the palace, he had contributed a lot. …

Xiao Rong here has a bad temper, and Qu Yunmie over there is not much better in temper.

On the first day, he weakened the Xianbei people's vigilance against the Zhenbei Army by challenging them. In the middle of the night, he launched an attack and found that the Xianbei people had been fooled, but not completely fooled. The elite troops were always on guard against the Zhenbei Army's sneak attack. As soon as Qu Yunmie arrived, the general over there rushed out on horseback, obviously he had not slept at all.

The battle lasted all night. In the morning, when the casualties on both sides were counted, it was found that 6,000 people on Qu Yunmie's side were killed, and over 10,000 people on the other side were killed.

It seemed that Qu Yunmie had won, but the reinforcements of the Zhenbei Army were all old, weak, sick and disabled. They were good for filling the numbers but not for going into the battlefield. So Qu Yunmie still led his own soldiers to charge, while the Xianbei used the reinforcements as meat shields, and the real elite troops suffered almost no losses.

If you really want to calculate, the price paid by both sides is roughly the same.

This made Qu Yunmie very angry.

In the next few days, no one's advice was of any use. He led his personal soldiers to charge and retreat continuously. Every time he charged into the enemy's position, he would take the lives of hundreds of people. When a large army was formed, Qu Yunmie would withdraw without a fight, and wait until his horse recovered its strength before charging again.

This was a test of physical strength and force. Qu Yunmie used this method to consume the opponent's energy and morale, breaking up their formation again and again. When the speed of these people in setting up the formation slowed down, Qu Yunmie waved behind him, and Wang Xinyong, who had been staring at them, immediately roared and led his troops out in a line.

It is almost like this these days, because Shengle City is on the grassland, and their only natural barrier is not in the south, but in the north. The emperor who built Shengle City seemed to have never guarded against the Central Plains. They were only worried about other tribes further north.

After the army arrived, there was endless green grass in front of them. It was nonsense to rely on the terrain to win. Both sides could see each other, so it was impossible to hide. Qu Yunmie had only one choice, which was to defeat the army in front of him first, and then attack the city and break into the Xianbei palace.

There was no way to win a quick victory, so naturally they could only remain in a stalemate. Every day was a war of attrition, consuming food and lives. Both sides had winners and losers, with the Zhenbei Army winning more often. If the war continued like this, the Xianbei would be destroyed sooner or later, but by then the Zhenbei Army would also be seriously damaged.

Qu Yunmie was planning to end the war within two months and return to Chenliu in October. Now it seems that it will be quite difficult to enter Shengle this year.

After another charge, Qu Yunmie returned to the camp with a gloomy face. He Tingzhi and others did not dare to hang around him, for fear that he would suddenly explode and take his anger out on them.

At this time, Yu Shaoxie's courage was revealed again. He was the only one who dared to criticize Qu Yunmie at such a time.

"Why is Your Majesty so stubborn? There are two hundred thousand soldiers on the other side. Do you intend to kill them all by yourself? At this point, it is no longer bravery, but recklessness!"

Qu Yunmie handed the still-dripped Xueyinchou Spear to the person beside him. He had not yet recovered from the state of killing. He looked at Yu Shaoxie with anger in his eyes: "When is it your turn to comment on what I want to do?"

Yu Shaoxie was not convinced and was about to continue speaking, but Yu Shaocheng suddenly pulled him to the back and took out a letter that had been sent long ago: "Your Majesty, this is a letter from Chenliu, sent by the Buddhist disciple."

Qu Yunmie was stunned. He snatched the letter without caring about the blood on his hands. While he was reading the letter, Yu Shaoxie beside him was full of resentment: "Why are you stopping me? Someone has to say these words. Those reinforcements don't care, but we do. How can we let the commander charge every day? What if something happens one day--"

Yu Shaocheng suppressed his voice and said, "I know, but that is the nature of the king. It will not have any effect if you keep blaming him."

Yu Shaoxie became even more resentful. He knew that Yu Shaocheng was right, but he didn't know how to solve the problem. The brothers whispered to each other, both worrying about how to persuade Qu Yunmie, while Qu Yunmie on the other side watched and pursed his lips.

Not long after he left, Xiao Rong suffered from loss of appetite and irritability.

Although the Buddhist did not write it, Qu Yunmie knew that it was not because Xiao Rong missed him, but because Xiao Rong was worried about him. Missing is just a shallow feeling, because one misses him because he knows that he will return, but worry is a deeper emotion. It doesn't matter even if he can't see him for a long time, as long as he can come back.

It can be seen that even though he had promised again and again, Xiao Rong still did not believe him.

Oh, he just knew it.

After all, Xiao Rong knew him too well. He knew that he was a risk-taking person, and he felt very sorry for making Xiao Rong worry like this.

I don't know when, the two brothers over there stopped talking, they all looked at Qu Yunmie's raised mouth with strange expressions. ... He just killed someone, and now he's laughing?

Qu Yunmie slowly put the letter away. He was about to go back to the tent to change his clothes. When he saw Yu Shaoxie, he paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and said to Yu Shaoxie, "Sir, what you said makes sense. Let Yuan Baifu and Yu Shaocheng charge in my place tomorrow. I hope you won't mind my bad attitude just now."

Yu Shaoxie: “…”

He stared blankly ahead for a long while before he looked at Yu Shaocheng in disbelief: "Buddha's disciples also have this effect?"

Isn't this something only Rong'er can do? ?

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