Talking about the end, back to the battle, Liang Guang was very worried about this, because King Liang had famous navy generals, sufficient warships, and well-trained sailors, and now he still occupies the geographical advantage of Dongting Lake.
They reversed the situation in a weak position, captured Kuizhou and Jingzhou one after another, and forced the King of Liang to a decisive battle at Dongting Lake.
"General Zhao and Di Jiang's army have written to the imperial court to move reinforcements. Nanchang and Jiujiang will send 20,000 troops. When the time comes, they will attack our army and they will be defeated. But the problem right now is..." Liang Guangdao, "They are still reorganizing their troops. At least it will take half a month."
"Can our food and grass last half a month?" Feng Ye asked.
Liang Guang shook his head: "Reluctantly, the rebels will not delay."
Ge Zhongdao: "Prefect Liu and I will do our best to raise food and grass for the needs of the frontline."
"Can Mr. Ge raise a thousand stones within two days and send them over first?"
"This..." Ge Zhong frowned, looking quite embarrassed, but it was better to agree, "Okay!"
"I have one more thing I want to trouble Master Ge with." Yan Sikong said.
"Master Yan, please tell me."
Yan Sikong looked at Liang Guang: "Your Majesty wants to ask Mr. Ge to write a letter to persuade King Liang to surrender. What does Mr. Chang Shi think?"
Ge Zhong sighed: "If my persuasion is useful, why bother?"
"The king of Liang killed or imprisoned the officials and generals of the two lakes, but he only put Mr. Ge under house arrest, which shows that King Liang is in awe of Mr. Ge. This letter is not really to persuade him to surrender, but to delay for some time, waiting for reinforcements. The king's nephew, daughter-in-law, and grandson are all in the city, so it may be possible to start here."
Liang Guang caressed his beard and said: "This old man also has this intention, and now only Mr. Ge's words have enough weight."
"In that case, it is my duty." Ge Zhongdao, "It is not too late, I will write now, everyone wait for me for a while."
"Thank you."
Ge Zhong got up and went to the study, and after a while, he came back, holding the written letter in his hand, and handed it to Liang Guang.
Liang Guang spread out the letter paper, and the three of them read it together. In the letter, Ge Zhong expressed righteousness and emotion, and his words were clear and sincere.
"Okay!" Liang Guang clasped his hands, "With this letter, King Liang must be in trouble, so I will order someone to send it quickly."
"Lord Liang, why don't you leave it to your son?" Yan Sikong said, "I think this letter should be secretly handed over to the king of Liang, and we must not let the officers and men in his account know, otherwise the king of Liang will think that we are trying to create a divorce. , but self-defeating."
"Lord Yan is very considerate." Ge Zhongdao, "Don't send a messenger, but let a scout secretly deliver it to King Liang."
Liang Guang nodded, and handed the letter to Feng Ye: "My lord, I will leave this matter to you."
Feng Ye cupped his fists: "Master Chang Shi, don't worry."
Ge Zhong asked them to have lunch in the mansion, but they politely declined.
Leaving the governor's mansion, Yan Sikong looked dizzy, Feng Ye frowned and scolded: "Look at you, I told you not to come out, I'll take you back to the post."
Liang Guang was taken aback for a moment, apparently uncomfortable with Feng Ye's complaining tone, after all, it sounded too intimate.
Yan Sikong smiled bitterly and said: "Lord Liang, you are not good enough to be an official, and your body is a little weak. It is inconvenient to help you with official duties today."
Liang Guangdao: "Your body is important, go back and rest."
Feng Ye called a carriage and helped Yan Sikong into the carriage.
Leaning in his arms, Yan Sikong warned: "I'll deliver the letter at night, and don't let anyone see it when I leave the city."
"Don't worry about it." Feng Ye touched his forehead, "It doesn't seem to have a fever."
"I'm just tired, nothing serious." Yan Sikong sighed, "I haven't been so tired for a long time, it seems that it will take some time to recover."
Feng Ye pursed his lips: "Then you got up so early today?"
Yan Sikong was startled: "Today I..."
"Your quilt is cold, you should have woken up a long time ago." Feng Ye has been thinking about this matter from morning to now. Although it is not a big deal, he always has a lingering feeling of being swallowed It is awkward for Sikong to conceal certain things, so even such a small matter makes him particularly concerned.
Yan Sikong said calmly: "I had a nightmare. I dreamed that we were ambushed by the enemy in Qingxu Valley. The passes on both sides were blocked, and rain of wood, stone and arrows rained down from above. You led us to break through several times, but all failed. Soldiers were not allowed to live, and died in a foreign land..."
Feng Ye hugged him tightly, feeling sorry for him immediately: "It's just a dream."
"Yeah, it's just a dream." Yan Sikong sighed, "But your bloody appearance, I'm afraid I will stay in my nightmare forever. I have never been so close to swords and blood before. When I rushed into In the hinterland of the valley, if not for the protection of soldiers around you, I am afraid that you will be cut off soon, but you are deeply trapped in the enemy's line, and I am terrified to see you."
"Don't be afraid, ordinary people can't get close to me."
"No matter how powerful you are, you are still a body of flesh and blood, and you don't have three heads and six arms." Yan Sikong leaned deeper into Feng Ye's arms, "Then, I couldn't sleep. I wanted to read a book and calm my mind, but I was too tired. Desk fell asleep."
Feng Ye gently kissed Yan Sikong's forehead: "You are so disturbed, why didn't you tell me." He somewhat regretted that he doubted Yan Sikong for no reason, and seemed like a woman worrying about gains and losses.
"I don't want you to worry." Yan Sikong said with a light smile, "I'm indeed too tired, as long as I rest for a few days, I won't be so cranky."
"Then you can rest well, everything will be taken care of by Chang Shi and I." Feng Ye gently patted Yan Sikong's back as a sign of comfort.
Back at the post house, Feng Ye ordered someone to bring lunch to the room, Yan Sikong thought the dish was too bland, and asked Xue Bo to bring him a bowl of white vinegar.
"Light?" Feng Ye took a sip, "It's just right for me."
"I have lost my appetite recently, and I want to eat something tasty."
Feng Ye picked up two pieces of meat, "Eat more meat, you will lose weight."
"Really." Yan Sikong looked down at himself, and teased, "If you are thinner, you will have a more literary demeanor, how about it?"
Feng Ye also smiled: "I don't need to be fat or thin to show my demeanor."
"However, I should eat more." Yan Sikong stuffed the meat into his mouth, "That day in Qingxu Valley, I rode my horse and held my sword, and I felt tired after a while. But it’s kind of useless.”
"It's because you have been raiding in the mountains a few days ago, and you have accumulated too much. You will be fine after you rest. When you return to the capital, I will guide you in swordsmanship."
Yan Sikong laughed loudly and said: "Very good, with the little wolf king personally teaching swordsmanship, I might become a hero..." When he got excited, he knocked over the bowl with his chopsticks, and spilled the bowl of white vinegar On Feng Ye.
"Oh." Feng Ye hurriedly stood up.
Yan Sikong hurriedly took the cloth towel to wipe it for him, and laughed at himself dumbfoundingly: "I'm afraid it's my old eyes that are dim, so take off my clothes quickly."
Feng Yepi laughed and said, "You asked me to take off my clothes in broad daylight, why is Kong'er so impatient?"
Yan Sikong laughed and scolded: "Don't make trouble, take it off soon, it smells like vinegar, if you don't change your clothes, you won't be able to go out today."
Feng Ye first took Ge Zhong's letter out of his arms, put it aside, and then took off his clothes, his room was next door, he walked back to his room while wiping his stomach that was stained with vinegar juice.
Yan Sikong quickly disassembled the simple tube, took out the letter paper, then dipped some vinegar juice with a brush, and wrote two characters under Ge Zhong's pen and ink.
The white vinegar quickly soaked through the back of the paper, Yan Sikong pricked up his ears to listen to the movement next door, and at the same time kept blowing on the handwriting, the vinegar juice evaporated quickly, and the wet handwriting was slowly disappearing, Yan Sikong listened to the next door. There was a sound of opening the door, so I had to roll up the letter and stuff it back into the box.
As soon as Feng Ye put on his clothes and entered the door, he saw Yan Sikong holding a bamboo tube and wiping it with a cloth towel.
"Dirty?"
"It's okay to get a little bit on it." Yan Sikong returned the tube to Feng Ye.
Feng Ye took it with his hand and stuffed it into his bosom again. He wrinkled his nose and sniffed: "I'm afraid I still smell like vinegar."
Yan Sikong raised his eyebrows and said, "Whose jealousy are you eating?"
"Apart from you, who else can make me jealous." Feng Ye said ambiguously, "I hope you will make me jealous just this once."
Both of them couldn't help laughing.
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In the afternoon, Feng Ye went to deal with the military affairs in the city, and selected a capable subordinate to send Ge Zhong's letter away quietly.
It wasn't until night fell that Feng Ye returned to the post house.
Yan Sikong was lying on the bed reading a book.
Feng Ye closed the door, walked to the bed, and took the book from his hand: "Didn't you agree to rest?"
"I've been sleeping all afternoon, but now I feel refreshed." Yan Sikong said with a smile, "Is everything settled?"
"It's done, don't worry."
"I don't know if Mr. Ge can raise food and grass."
"Master Ge is in charge of the military affairs of the twenty-seven prefectures in the two lakes. Since he dares to promise, he will definitely not break his promise." Feng Ye Chulu went to bed, hugged Yan Sikong in his arms, and kissed his hair lightly.
"It's just that food and grass are in short supply everywhere now."
"Even so, it's useless for you to worry about it." Feng Ye clenched his waist, and his warm lips fell on his cheeks and neck.
"Why didn't Chen Huan kill Ge Zhong? Ge Zhong is the governor of the two lakes. Wouldn't it be troublesome to keep him?"
"It's hard to say, but it shouldn't be about friendship anyway." Feng Ye turned over and pressed Yan Sikong on the bed, his eyes sparkling, "You are in my arms, but you can't concentrate on me, should you be punished?"
Yan Sikong smiled lazily: "How do you want to punish?"
"Punish you..." Feng Ye lowered his head and bit his ear lightly, "Only call me my husband tonight."
Yan Sikong scolded with a smile: "I won't call."
Feng Ye pulled Yan Sikong's clothes, kissed his lips wildly but tenderly, and said vaguely between his lips and teeth, "When you cry and beg for mercy under me, let's see if you scream or not!" .”
"Feng Ye... I, I always have doubts... Mmm..."
"What are you worried about?"
"Doubt why Chen Huan didn't kill Ge Zhong, could it be because of Mr. Xie... ah..." Yan Sikong covered his neck, he was bitten by Feng Ye.
Feng Ye smirked and said, "Don't dare to mention other men." He paused, "Don't mention anyone who is neither male nor female."
Yan Sikong chuckled, Feng Ye blocked his lips again, and the two kissed each other passionately, the affection soon filled the whole room...