Xiao Rong: “…………”
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end he closed it, uttering a "hmm" sound. Then Xiao Rong silently walked around Yu Shaoxie and returned to his own tent. *
Xiao Rong originally estimated that there should be 30,000 to 40,000 Xianbei defenders in Shuofang City, but he guessed wrong.
Shuofang City currently cannot even provide 20,000 garrisons.
It wasn’t that Murong’s army had withdrawn all its troops, but when Shengle City was captured, a general in Shuofang City saw that the situation was hopeless, killed those who blocked his way, opened the west gate, and fled overnight with more than 10,000 people who were willing to follow him. …
According to the remaining people, they fled in the direction of Zhuoxie Mountain, which is the territory of the Rouran people. Further northwest is Jinshan, where the Xiongnu tribe is struggling to survive. It is estimated that this man is planning to annex the Xiongnu and settle down there.
If he had gone there, Qu Yunmie would have chased him out, but today he looked at himself, who was unharmed, and thought about whether the heads he brought back would be enough to offset Xiao Rong's anger after chasing him for thousands of miles, deep into the desert and Gobi...
Forget it, they are just some minions, no need to worry about them.
The gate of Shuofang was breached that day, and another day was spent clearing out the debris in the city. At dusk on the second day, Xiao Rong walked into Shuofang City, surrounded by guards. There were no prisoners in the city. Anyone who was afraid of death had already fled with the general. Those who could stay were all stubborn and refused to surrender. There were not many of them, and there was no chance to force them back to a suitable place, so all of them died in battle without exception.
Shengle was the world of the Murong tribe. It was prosperous, populous, and had many nobles. Compared with the two, Shuofang was more like a city where the Xianbei people lived. There were not so many intrigues and twists and turns.
Therefore, every Xianbei people who had their hands tied and were ordered to rush to the resettlement place on the road looked at Xiao Rong with hatred.
There were children among the rows of people. The children were also tied up, but not tied to others. They clung tightly to their mothers, not knowing where they would be taken next.
Xiao Rong stopped and looked at them for a long time before continuing to move forward.
The Zhenbei Army cleaned up a nobleman's mansion. This nobleman knew how to enjoy himself. The charcoal he used was all silver-thread charcoal that only the wealthy families in Jinling could afford. Qu Yunmie lit four charcoal basins in the house. When Xiao Rong walked in, he was almost blown away by the heat wave in the house.
Xiao Rong: “…”
He didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "There's no need to light so many charcoal fires."
Qu Yunmie frowned: "But you are so afraid of the cold."
Xiao Rong shook his head. He was too lazy to explain. He just let others take away the basin, and then he untied his cloak.
Although silks and satins are nice, people still wear thicker clothes in winter. There are not so many choices at that time. Even for princes and nobles, a cloak can weigh ten kilograms.
After learning dance for so many years, Xiao Rong didn't like wearing bulky clothes or adding any weight to himself, so under the cloak, he still wore his everyday scholar's clothes, but he wore two more layers inside to keep warm.
This was a scene that Qu Yunmie was accustomed to, but compared with the bloated and heavy cloak before, and looking at Xiao Rong's appearance at this moment, Qu Yunmie somehow thought of the word "slender".
After taking off one layer, Xiao Rong still felt hot. After a moment of silence, he had to take off his outer robe as well.
The outer robe is wide, which is designed to cover the body shape. The inner robe is a normal waist-hugging garment. After the great migration of ethnic groups, the clothing in the Central Plains became more diverse, with all kinds of styles. Xiao Rong's way of wearing it is just one of them.
Xiao Rong folded his clothes and put them aside. Then, while pouring himself some hot water, he said to Qu Yunmie, "Seeing the Xianbei people after their defeat, I feel a little sympathy for Nan Yong."
The water was ready. He held it in his scoop and paused before saying, "I hope things in Nanyong will go more smoothly. It would be great if we could defeat the enemy without fighting."
Even if they fight, they shouldn't rush forward like a bulldozer. There will be too many casualties and it will be a torture for the people. He sincerely hopes that the seeds he left with the little emperor can sprout. If the little emperor can trust him and side with him at the critical moment, then the war can be resolved quietly.
But Sun Renluan's sudden dispatch of troops made Xiao Rong feel a little uneasy. According to common sense, Xiao Rong would naturally think that this matter had nothing to do with the little emperor and it should be Sun Renluan's idea alone. However, the little emperor's excessive incompetence was a little beyond Xiao Rong's expectations. Logically speaking, if the little emperor firmly opposed it, Sun Renluan should not have insisted on his own way.
Did he make a wrong judgment? Or did the young emperor simply not listen to him? When Sun Renluan planned to attack Yizhou, he did not dare to say anything and just let it happen.
Xiao Rong: “…”
Forget it. Although he hoped that the little emperor could help him, he also knew that the little emperor was too young. What else could he ask of such a young child?
Xiao Rong held the glass of water thoughtfully. When he came to his senses, he remembered that Qu Yunmie had not responded to him.
He looked at Qu Yunmie and asked doubtfully, "My King?"
Qu Yunmie blinked slowly: "What's the matter?"
This time Xiao Rong was a little worried: "My lord, you look distracted, are you injured somewhere?"
Qu Yunmie shook his head quickly: "That's not the case!"
Xiao Rong: “…”
If there is no, then there is no. Why are you yelling?
Rubbing his weather-beaten ears, Xiao Rong finally drank a sip of the warm water, and then asked Qu Yunmie: "How many days does the king plan to stay, and when will he go to Xihai City?"
Qu Yunmie: "It will take another three days, West Sea——"
Before he could finish his words, someone came in from outside. Because it was too hot inside, Xiao Rong opened the door halfway. The person hesitated for a moment when knocking on the door, not knowing whether he should go in.
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