As a veteran of the Ming Dynasty, Wang Qiong has a gulf in his heart, and he is more clear about who is who
Lu Bing looked at Wang Qiong again, and he realized that Wang Qiong was an old man from the dynasty, and he was clear about the door of Chaozhong. What he said was probably not only referring to his own power, but at the same time, he was also talking about the present and the Mashi case. . He wanted to let himself know that there were too many people involved behind this, and some did not deliberately participate, don't make too much trouble, try to solve it in a low-key manner.
Lu Bing knew that Wang Qiong must have seen that he did not want to bring the blood of the North into the capital, so he came to persuade him, because Wang Qiong knew that he would understand.
Lu Bing sighed, embarrassed that this old man was so sick that he was still concerned about the world.
Lu Bing opened the mouth and said: "Don't worry, my lord, Lu Bing knows that he will think twice about doing it now or in the future."
After listening to Lu Bing's words, Wang Qiong nodded in relief, and said with a smile: "With Mr. Lu's words, the old man can go on the road with peace of mind, but there is still something to bother adults."
"Sir, please speak." Lu Bingdao
"Right now, the little prince is approaching outside Yulin city, right? This little prince Bodie is Mongolia's strongest sweat now. He has one hundred thousand people who can control the strings. I still can't rest assured when I go." Wang Qiong Worried.
Lu Bing calmed down and said, "If Tang Long is here, the old man can rest assured that the lower officials have some social relations with him, and Mr Tang is not someone who doesn't understand swordsmanship."
Wang Qiong sighed: "Although Lord Tang has the heart, he can also be literary and military, but the old man is always worried. The little prince will not retreat. The old man really can't return to Beijing with peace of mind. Can he take the old man to the city defense? You can cheer for the soldiers. The old man can also feel at ease. If he could see the Mongols retreating with his own eyes, the old man would be dead and would be stunned."
"This... Forgive me for your fate, the lower officials can't take the old man's body to risk it." Lu Bing hesitated, but resolutely refused, but in his heart, he was still moved by Wang Qiong's attention and dedication to Beidi, not waiting for Wang Qiong. Then he opened his mouth and said directly: "However, the lower officials can give the old man a high-five, and he won't wait for the old man to come to the capital, and he will have a victory!"
Seeing Lu Bing's resolute expression, Wang Qiong thought of a series of things about Lu Bing, so she shook her head and smiled: "Since the lord is so determined, the old man has to do it!"
Lu Bing took the initiative to stretch out his hand. Wang Qiong looked at Lu Bing and said with a smile: "It's fine for high-fives, as long as the adults remember what they said."
Lu Bing resolutely said: "Speaking is no proof, high-five is oath!"
Seeing Lu Bing's serious and confident expression, Wang Qiong also suppressed his smile. He actually didn't quite believe Lu Bing's words. Maybe Lu Bing and Tang Long could rely on the behemoth Daming to make the little prince retreat. But if he wants to do it in the short time before he arrives in the capital, he doesn't believe it. So he didn't want to give Lu Bing a high-five, he wanted to leave a way for Lu Bing, lest Lu Bing would lose his trust in him in the end and affect his prestige. But at this moment, seeing Lu Bing's confident expression, he couldn't help but want to believe it.
Wang Qiong stretched out his hand and firmly high-five three times with Lu Bing, and made an agreement.
Wang Qiong laughed and said, "The old man will leave for Beijing tomorrow, waiting for the good news from the adults."
Lu Bing nodded, and said: "The official will set off with Master Tang immediately, go outside the city, and wait for the little prince. I can't come to see you off tomorrow, please forgive me."
Wang Qiong smiled and said, "Master Lu is polite. The old man has urged Master Tang to leave, but he has to wait for the adult to come and let him go today. This is also the proposal of the old man. Why can I blame the old man? But if he wants to Armed, the old man has a suggestion."
"Old man, but it doesn't matter." Lu Bing arched his hands.
"Okay." Wang Qiong said solemnly: "The old man has been here for many years, and he knows a little bit about the terrain here. I leave Yulin to the north and walk five or six miles along the Yuxi River. There is a Hongshi Gorge. Difficulties, strangling Yulin’s throat, usually the old man only set up a post there, with wolf smoke, warning at any time, to block the Mongols southward road. In wartime, it can be used as a natural line of defense, for Yulin city. Provide a guarantee. Master Lu can go to Hongshixia first and consider it."
Lu Bing clasped his fist and said, "The next official must go."
When Lu Bing left Wang Qiong's mansion, he took Huang Duxian, Shishi, Yang Sen, Liu Biao, Xue Yang, Li Jin and others, and followed Tang Long to Hongshixia.
The next day, Wang Qiong, who had been in the north for many years, finally left the city with a carriage and several guards when the oil was running out.
Wang Qiong on the carriage, bid farewell to the officials, generals, and people who were seeing off, lying on the carriage and drifting away.
Wang Qiong was lying in the car, calculating involuntarily in her heart, and for a while, she suddenly shouted, "Stop!"
With the help of his family, Wang Qiong stood on the cowl and looked at Yulin City in the distance.
Having been here for many years, Wang Qiong knew Yulin well. Since leaving the city gate, he has been calculating silently involuntarily.
At that moment, he understood in his heart that after a few more steps, he would not be able to see Yulin City at all.
He finally couldn't help but wanted to take another look at Yulin City, because, perhaps, this difference would never be seen again, the place he had been fighting for for the rest of his life.
Standing on the cowl, he silently looked at the hazy outline, as if he could hear the cries of different races and different spoken languages in the city. You can still hear the clinking of swords and armors on the city wall, and the strong smell of mutton soup mixed with wind and sand.
Wang Qiong suddenly felt a sore nose, and the secret path was not good. It was too late to control.
He sighed in his heart, he was old, and he couldn't control his tears.
Wang Gongzi Dynasty stood up and said: "Father, the wind and sand outside the car are going to be big, so let's go in and rest." As he said, he raised his head and saw his father's face with tears crisscrossing him.
Wang Qiong sighed and motioned for his son to help him down.
After Wang Qiong finally lay in the car again, Wang Chaoli opened the water bag and wetted a cloth towel for him.
Wang Qiong took it, wiped her face covered with wind and sand from tears, and said, "Let's go!"
The carriage went on the road again, and a moment later, a voice came from the carriage: "Son, when I die, send me back to my hometown, but I will be buried in a place far away from the north."
"Son knows." Wang Chaoli said in grief in his heart.
Wang Qiong embarked on the road back to Beijing. At this time, Lu Bing and Tang Long led an army of 20,000 to go outside the city to deploy defenses. They had already entered Hongshi Gorge first last evening.