Autumn and winter come.
In the sixth year of Ping An, the twelfth lunar month, light snow.
"Unexpectedly, this Dingzhou City can really last..."
Chen Shuncheng exhaled a breath of white air, looked at the still majestic city wall, but also had some scars and dilapidated walls, and sighed.
It has been several months since the siege of the city, Xu Chun, the governor of the state, is also really tenacious, and Zhang Wenzhen is not a mediocre person, and he has the support of the court's righteous name, so he insisted on supporting it until now.
At this time, the sky is cold and freezing, even if you don't want to, you can only postpone the siege.
"It's just a dying struggle..."
Chen Jingzong was dressed in a military uniform, but there was nothing unusual about it: "Although the imperial court has issued an order, look at the surrounding states and counties, who dares to attack me?"
"Furthermore, the seven counties of Dingzhou have all been in hand, and the autumn harvest is round. All the taxes from the three counties of Rinan, Zhuwu, and Jiude have entered my Jiedu Mansion. Is there a grain of food in the state? This man eats horses." Chewing, especially the city guards, at least a catty of rice a day, as well as wine and meat, medicinal materials, fire oil... At this time, the city is probably already stretched... "
"It's..."
Chen Shuncheng has always admired his uncle's strategy.
While talking, the two rode tall horses to the gate of Xie's old house.
"General Chen!"
Immediately, a soldier stepped forward and took the reins: "But you want to see Lord Jiedu? Yesterday's plum feast, Lord Jiedu was tired, and I'm still washing up. I'm afraid you have to wait for a while..."
"Of course we should wait..."
Chen Jingzong has a very good temper, so he came to the side hall with Chen Shuncheng.
"uncle!"
However, Chen Shuncheng approached slightly, and lowered his voice: "Master Jiedu is gradually showing his feelings, and it is estimated that in the spring of next year, he will definitely give birth... My nephew is thinking, should we capture the state city before then, so it is considered auspicious?"
"According to my estimation, the city of Zhou should be breached around the time of spring... If my lord is happy to have Linzi at this time, it is really destiny..."
Chen Jingzong looked around, waved his hands first, then flicked his sleeves, and set up a circle of military guards for protection. Then he said, his eyes shone with hope.
Once the city is closed, Dingzhou will be unified. If this child has another son, it will be almost destiny!
Relying on their advanced cultivation, the two uncles and nephews talked about secrets like no one else, but they didn't know that Wu Ming had already listened to everything.
Back house, inside the master bedroom.
A water mirror appeared in front of Wu Ming, repeating the conversation between Chen Jingzong and Chen Shuncheng in every detail, and even every subtle expression was clearly seen, as if he was in the scene.
Although Chen Jingzong is a real military strategist and has a treasure to protect his body, but in front of the gods, this bit of morality is still not enough to look at.
He looked at the lazy Wu Zhi with a protruding belly, and joked, "It seems that your subordinates have great hopes for your belly!"
"spit!"
Rao Wu Zhi is not an ordinary girl, and she blushed when she heard this: "Why do you have the nerve to tell me such crazy things?"
She looked at her lower abdomen, with maternal love and solemnity on her face, and then said: "I really hope to give birth to a son for my husband, if he comes into the world at this time, he will be worth fifty thousand troops!"
Wu Ming was completely speechless when he saw this Wu Zhi who had basically evolved into a political creature and started to calculate even his own children.
"But don't worry, this child will definitely be born smoothly, and... has an extraordinary temperament!"
Wu Ming's eyes narrowed slightly, and he could immediately see that traces of luck gathered in Wu Zhi's lower abdomen, even with a hint of purple, which was extraordinary.
Originally with Wu Zhi's personality, it was only blue and purple at this time, and it would be good if the child was born with a golden blue color.
However, there is still him, the heavenly father, who has the legacy of a fairy, so naturally a trace of purple is as stable as Mount Tai.
"Luck doesn't just come out of thin air... A child depends on its mother. If it weren't for Wu Zhi, even if the child had the appearance of a real dragon in the future, some red aura would be considered good at this time, but just because Wu Zhi is almost the lord of a state, it has laid the foundation for the future." Wang Ye, therefore, has golden and green luck gathered before he was born... In the same way, with my guarding behind and the support of a cave, even if the battle is unfavorable in the future, he will have a place to hide, so there is this purple thread... "
Wu Ming was thinking silently, his eyes were a little gloomy: "According to the tradition of this world, maybe there are some powerful ancient gods who want to share a piece of the pie..."
Thinking of the "vision" of the birth of Ji Yi, the great ancestor of the great Zhou Dynasty, a mocking smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
"It's just... Husband!"
Wu Zhi touched his lower abdomen, and was a little worried: "Last time you said that the state city must be decided early, but now it has to be delayed for nearly a year. Will it lead to a change in luck?"
"A year in the city is definitely not a long time, it's already extremely fast..."
Ancient sieges lasted for decades and tens of years, and this amount of time is nothing at all.
"And... at this time, at that time, you can rest assured!"
Wu Ming waved his hand.
Before Wu Pheasant was coveted by others, she was a woman, so she was inherently at a disadvantage and couldn't be suppressed, and Wu Ming's status as an Earth Immortal was also somewhat insufficient.
But now, the situation is different!
With the support of a celestial being, even if nothing else is needed, the Wu Pheasant Fighting the Dragon immediately increases his confidence by 20 to 30%.
The number of catastrophes also depends on the personality of the victim.
Just like the same catastrophe, if it is placed on the heads of ordinary people, it will inevitably destroy their families, but it will not be much heavier than a spider's web if it is placed on Wu Ming's head.
This is the difference in responsibility.
…
Just as Wu Zhi felt relieved, in Dingzhou City, on the city wall, there were also a few people watching the strength of Nanfeng's army from a distance, and they remained silent.
These people have different shapes, one wears a high crown, has a strange face, and looks like an old Confucian.
There was another man dressed as a Taoist priest, with a scorched complexion and three long beards falling down, exuding a fairy air.
The last one was wearing a military uniform, with a long knife on his waist, his face was like a chiseled knife, his eyes were shining brightly, with an evil spirit, and he could smell the smell of a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood when he got close.
"Huh?!"
At this time, the person dressed as a Taoist priest looked at him for a long time, but suddenly he was surprised.
"Dao Changshan can look forward to Qi, but I don't know if I can gain something?"
These people were all envoys from the imperial court who broke through the siege and entered the city of Zhou, and the connections behind them were inextricably linked, and none of them were simple.
The Confucian scholar smiled and asked immediately.
"Strange! Strange!"
The Taoist made a formula with his hands, calculated again, and then said: "I came here with the imperial decree, and I have great righteousness. The prestige of this title is so inconceivable. It almost shattered the opponent's military spirit by a few percent. The first few days One day, the old Taoist looked at the Qi of Wuzhen, and saw that although the military Qi was like a black tiger, it was loose. The broken machine is different now!"
"How is it different?"
The man who looked like a general asked.
Although most people in the army don't believe in luck, he knows very well that this veteran is good at predicting qi, even if he is well-known in the world, he is even more inaccurate in measuring his bones.
"The red air is emitted from the middle, with a golden color, which is a sign of good luck!"
The enemy is lucky, so naturally there will be bad luck here.
"how so?"
Even the old Confucianist frowned: "For no reason, why are you so prosperous?"
"This... Maybe it's because Wuzhen is about to give birth, so there is something special about it?"
The Taoist guessed and said, just this one sentence immediately made the faces of Confucian scholars and generals turn pale, and their bodies shook.
There are many gods and ghosts in this world, and when the founding ancestors of all dynasties were born, they all had visions!
This martial pheasant is like this, doesn't it also have a destiny? It should be on the son.
"Of course... the secret is hidden. Unless it is a coincidence, how can the old man know the strength of the real dragon? Therefore, it is still uncertain what will happen to the other side, but..."
The old Taoist shook his head: "The enemy's aura is so powerful, and it must also appear in our army. For the specifics, you will know from Master Zhou..."
Xu Chun, the state shepherd, is a loyal minister of the imperial court. Since the siege of Wuzhi, he has been dealing with official business due to illness. Only in the few days when these envoys came, did he become a little more energetic.
"The number of this person is one with the imperial court. If Wuzhi's luck is insufficient, the sick body can still be maintained and linger on. If this person's condition worsens, it is..."
The old man rolled his eyes, thinking silently.
"Report!"
At this moment, under the city wall, a servant hurried over and whispered something in the general's ear.
"What?"
The general exclaimed, and in an instant, the people around him seemed to have come to the cold winter of March and September.
"What happened?"
The old Taoist and the Confucian scholar looked at each other, and a subtle premonition immediately appeared in the hearts of both of them.
"The news just came... Xu Chun, the state herdsman, suddenly vomited blood. I'm afraid I won't make it through tonight..."
The general spoke slowly, feeling chills in every word.
"So amazing!"
At this time, even the old Taoist was a little surprised: "This city is full of civil and military affairs, and it is all controlled by Master Zhou. If there is something wrong with him, Zhang Wenzhen and the others will not be able to convince the crowd at all... The enemy is still the same now, and the city will not be far away. …”
Compared with the surprise on the face, he was more surprised in his heart, and looked opposite again.
In the sky above the Wuzhi camp, black and red aura soared into the sky, turning into the shape of a fierce tiger, and vaguely, he seemed to see a trace of purple guarding again.
It's just that this luck was extremely weak, and when he rubbed his eyes and looked again, it was gone again.
'Purple! This is terrifying, personal purple, princes and emperors may all have it, but how terrifying is the wealth needed for power purple? Wuzhen has this, which means... has the power to protect? '
This old way is not without foundation.
Before daring to mix in this muddy water, firstly, the master had a life, and secondly, he saw the rise of Wu Zhi, and there was no big force to back him up, so he had nothing to fear.
But now that this appearance has appeared, the result is even more different.
"Purple... Even in our sect, there is only one celestial ancestor who has this magical power... Our little support this time, against the celestial beings, is just hitting a stone with an egg...'
The old man is a smart man, and he immediately thought of retreating: "Although I can't be sure, my life is important. Dingzhou City is definitely hopeless, so let's go quickly..."