Jiang Pengji looked at her, and the only fragments in her mind became clearer.
In my memory, Wan Xiu'er is gentle and intelligent. She is a standard noble lady of the Hejian noble family. She is charming and tender.
Goodbye now, but the other party seems to have changed, and those eyes seem to see through the world.
Her husband died, but her reaction was like the death of a familiar stranger, frighteningly calm.
Although she was a prisoner, Wan Xiu'er did not suffer because she was Jiang Pengji's "old friend".
"Thank you."
Wan Xiuer bowed and accompanied the female battalion soldiers to the camp dedicated to holding female prisoners.
"Why do you stretch your neck so long?"
Jiang Pengji glanced at Feng Zhen angrily.
The other party was caught with a small braid, and said calmly, "Everyone has a love for beauty. Such a beauty that suits the appetite, the lord will let Zhen take a second look. Too much, it will inevitably affect the mood - does the lord think this is reasonable?"
"Crap!"
Jiang Pengji snorted and sent someone to clean up the battlefield. Feng Zhen hurriedly followed. Cheng Jing, who was watching on the side, sighed softly and followed closely.
The battle was a complete victory, and the whole army was smiling and full of momentum. The generals wanted to take advantage of this momentum to cross the Songhe River in one go. If it was delayed for a while until the enemy reinforcements arrived, the two armies would have to confront each other across the Songhe River, which would be a waste of time and energy.
but-
The counselors held the opposite opinion.
The Songhe River is vast and turbulent, and it is still winter now, and there is not even ice on the water surface.
If you are not familiar with water and rush across the river, wouldn't it give the enemy an opportunity
Besides, they have just experienced a major battle, and the two armies have suffered a lot of damage. They both need time to adjust their status.
If you ignore it and forcibly cross the Song River, even if you reach the other side, it will be a tired army and have no fighting strength.
Unfortunate encounter with the enemy, is this different from courting death
Marching on the water is different from marching on the road. Those with poor water will get seasick, their state will plummet, and they will even suffer a serious illness because of the water and soil. The Songhe River is not the water, the water surface of the Songhe River is not as turbulent as the smooth water, and the water is not good.
In addition, the counselors also have their own considerations.
There is a saying in the art of war: when a visitor comes from nowhere in the water, do not welcome it in the water, and make it half-reliable to attack it, which is beneficial.
This is the so-called "hit it halfway through", a very useful tactic.
In layman's terms, the two armies face each other across the water, and the enemy crosses the river halfway, some land, and some are still crossing the river. At this time, the end is not connected, the formation is chaotic, and then to annihilate it, this is powerful for our side. If Jiang Pengji and others crossed the river without the slightest preparation, it would be very easy for the enemy to seize the opportunity. At that time, the beginning and the end can not be balanced, and if you are not familiar with water warfare, you will definitely die.
For example, in the previous battle against Beijiang, if Beijiang did not mess up first, but instead took advantage of the opportunity of Jiang Pengji's "half crossing" to attack - hehe, the outcome of the situation would be completely different. However, Beijiang chess was the first to reveal a flaw, only to be overturned by Jiang Pengji.
Jiang Pengji and Huang Song thought about the opinions of the advisors, and simply set up a camp near Songhe, and the army rested for a few days.
In this great victory, Huang Song rejected the suggestion of a 50-50 split, and took the initiative to take 40% of the spoils, while Jiang Pengji took 60%.
The generals under Huang Song's account were very unhappy with this decision, but he had to admit that Jiang Pengji contributed the most to the breakthrough.
People who contribute the most naturally have the right to take the big bucks.
Jiang Pengji asked Wei Ci and Feng Jin to deal with the distribution of the prisoners, baggage and the rest of the property.
Wei Ci and the others just left, when Feng Zhen's call came from behind.
He stopped, turned his head to look at Fengzhen, and asked with his eyes.
They are busy at the moment, and they don't have time to play with Fengzhen.
"I heard that the lord entrusted the two of you with important tasks - there is a ruthless request here -"
Feng Zhen is rarely serious, and he speaks in a refined manner, even using the self-proclaimed "true".
"What's the matter?" Feng Jin asked aloud.
Because of personality issues, Feng Jin doesn't like Feng Zhen very much, but his own master is also a bohemian and wonderful person, Feng Jin can only try to get along with a guy like Feng Zhen. After working together for a long time, he gradually felt that Fengzhen's stinky problems were not unbearable.
Feng Zhen looked at Feng Jin and Wei Ci with hesitation.
He wanted to pull one person to whisper, but doing so was bound to offend the other person.
Simply, he gave up.
"In this battle, there is someone on the female prisoner's side—you, you know."
Feng Zhen smiled and raised his eyebrows, the expressions of the two in front of him were darkened.
don't know! ! !
Upon seeing this, Feng Zhen quickly took out the shield of Jiang Pengji, and said in a righteous manner, "Don't misunderstand, that woman is an old acquaintance of the lord. But the lord is too busy and seems to have forgotten about it. I'm not worried about that girl. Was the prisoner picked up by Huang Song's group—"
Feng Jin and Wei Ci: "..."
Believe in your evil!
In the end, it was Wei Ci who gave face.
"Who is that woman?"
No matter how busy Fengzhen is, it is also a good friend.
"She and the lord are both from Hejian County, and they seem to be the widow of the commander of Han Changguan. They asked around and asked, her name is Wan Xiu'er."
Wan Xiuer
Wei Ci opened her eyes slightly, and stared at Feng Zhen for a long time.
Wei Ci is no stranger to the name Wan Xiu'er.
Jiang Chao's folk customs are open, and women will continue to use the boudoir name after they get married, rather than the simple Fengwan family.
Wei Ci can remember the name Wan Xiuer only because of two points.
First, this person made Feng Zhen take heart.
Second, she is Changsheng's confidant - Feng You's biological mother.
If you remember correctly, before Wan Xiuer remarried to Feng Zhen, she was indeed the wife of a general under Meng's account.
However, the past life and the present life are different.
In the previous life, the Meng family was annexed by Huang Song, and Wan Xiu'er's husband took refuge in Huang Song. At that time, Feng Zhen also worked under Huang Song's account.
After Huang Song was forced to death by the lord, Feng Zhen returned to his heart and asked the lord for Wan Xiu'er, who was a widow.
now-
Fate, amazing!
Wei Ci said, "Okay, remember this."
In fact, there was no need for Feng Zhen Dian'er to come to remind him, Jiang Pengji didn't forget about this.
After she was busy with her business, she got up and went to the women's camp to meet Wan Xiu'er.
After all, she was an old friend, and she killed her husband, so she should have given some preferential treatment.
"Do you want to keep your husband's family?" Jiang Pengji asked her, "If you keep it, it's not a problem to give them a bite to eat."
There are three noble concubines, six lowly concubines, four girls who have accompany the bed, and five children, two boys and three girls.
With such a huge lineup, Wan Xiuer's days in the backyard over the years can be imagined.
Wan Xiu'er said, "Everyone has their own destiny, so let's follow the fate."
By chance
Is this what it means to be irrelevant
Jiang Pengji was surprised, "Don't you leave a trace of blood for your short-lived husband?"
A hint of coldness flashed in Wan Xiu'er's eyes, and the nails of her right hand were almost embedded in the flesh of her palm.
"Leave a trace of blood for him? Hmph - he never thought of letting me leave that trace of my blood, just to retribute!"