Huang Song's expression kept flickering, as if he was struggling violently.
Sending Feng Jue back to defend Haozhou can stabilize Haozhou's form, but this is not what Huang Song wants.
"Youmo, I know your suggestion is to seek stability, but that's not what I want." He declined in a deep voice, and without waiting for Cheng Jing to speak, he continued, "There are so many soldiers and horses in Lanting, I'm afraid it will be difficult for Zuohe County. Hold it. If you fail, you can only retreat to Hejian County and even Haozhou. In this way, Haozhou becomes an isolated island at sea and faces embattled situation on all sides. I, I don't want to be that beast, struggling to survive—"
The current situation is extremely unfavorable to Huang Song, and he is not confident that less will win more than Jiang Pengji. Don't look at the history books, there are many examples of winning more with less, but the conditions are extremely harsh. Under normal circumstances, most of them are still crushed by numbers and strength.
If Zhonghe County loses, Huang Song will face the situation of defending Haozhou alone, a real fight between beasts.
His character is not as arrogant as that of a family member, but he also has his own temper and dignity, and he definitely does not want to fall into that situation.
Cheng Jing understood and asked Huang Song, "What does the lord mean..."
Huang Song pondered for a while, then said solemnly, "Order Huaijie to bring troops to join us—if there is enough time—"
Jiang Pengji started in the past two days. The news of Huang Song reached Feng Jue, and it would take at least seven or eight days for Feng Jue to bring troops here.
Cheng Jing heard the decadence and despair in his words, and at the same time was shocked by Huang Song's determination.
Huang Song ordered Feng Jue to lead the troops to meet, which was a psychological preparation for a wave of victory.
The two sides faced each other face to face, blocking everything and the back road, either Jiang Pengji died or Huang Song died.
No matter who lives or dies, the end of this battle is the end for one and a new beginning for the other.
Cheng Jing couldn't say anything against it, after thinking for a long time, he could only agree with a sigh.
"Jing is going to draft the adjustment order."
Huang Song said, "Yes."
Huang Song's wife, Qi Chaolan, is a woman with a strong character. Her husband went to the front line to fight, and she would also take hundreds of guards to follow from afar. She lived nearby to help him do things within her power and share his worries. The relationship between the husband and wife also changed. Getting better over time.
Thinking of this, Huang Song couldn't help but smile bitterly. In the past, I was always worried that Mrs. Qi would encounter danger when she came to the front line. Every time she went out to fight, she would tell her not to follow, but now she felt that it would be beneficial for her to follow.
Qi Chaolan looked at him with concern and asked, "Why are you so frowning?"
Huang Song said, "The things outside are just to make the lady worry in vain."
The husband and wife are not very far apart, but Huang Song has not seen her for half a year, and there are thousands of words to talk about.
When he wanted to speak, he found it difficult to pour out, not knowing what to say.
Mrs. Qi said, "Even if you don't say it, you can guess seven or eight points about your concubine's body."
In her eyes, Huang Song is an optimistic person, and even if she suffers a blow, she will recover as soon as possible. He doesn't like to bring official business to the house. Even if he has a lot of troubles outside, he will act as if nothing has happened to his wife and children when he returns home, so as not to worry about his family. Mrs. Qi knew him so well, but Huang Song showed such obvious sadness this time, which shows that it is not a trivial matter, and it is very likely to be related to her life.
Huang Song thought for a while, then lowered his head and whispered, "Would you be sad if your husband couldn't give you the highest honor?"
When he was young, he suffered enough from the loss of his birth, because he suffered from contempt and injustice in his birth, he knew what it was like, and naturally he did not want his children to repeat his life. After starting a family and starting a business, Huang Song paid more attention to this point, so that his children would not be wronged.
Huang Song would not have been able to marry Qi Chaolan if it hadn't been for her outbursts of character and her father-in-law's blue eyes by chance.
She was wronged to marry herself, how could Huang Song bear her to suffer with her
In the chaos of Dongqing, his ambitions are increasing day by day, and he also thinks about the supreme position when he returns to the dream at midnight.
He wanted Qi Chaolan to share with him.
Mrs. Qi said with a smile, "As long as Lord Lang is still there, rough tea and light meals can be delicacies from the mountains and seas, why should you be sad?"
She said so calmly, but Huang Song didn't know how to react.
Mrs. Qi said, "Whether you win or lose, you have to live. This is the most precious thing to a concubine, and no honorable status can be exchanged."
Huang Song choked, and did not speak for a long time.
Mrs. Qi looked at him, and her heart could not help but feel sour.
She accompanied Huang Song from a teenager to a young man, and was about to enter the age of no confusion. How much she wanted to continue to carry him with him and meet with a white head.
"How could the concubine have the heart to look at you and make things difficult for you?" Mrs. Qi sighed, "Do whatever you want."
She and Huang Song are not a husband and wife who respect each other like "ice", so she doesn't want to restrict Huang Song's choice with herself and her children.
Huang Song's throat choked, not knowing what to do.
The outstretched hands stopped in the air, and after a while, he wiped away those unsightly tears with the pulp of his fingers.
He whispered, "Don't cry, where are these tears hanging on your face, they are clearly dripping on my husband's heart."
Huang Song and his wife have been married for many years, and he has only seen each other's eyes red once, and that was when Meng Zhan proposed to promise him a concubine from the clan to win him over. But now she just made her cry, and Huang Song was so distressed that all love words came out.
Not only did Mrs. Qi not stop, she cried even more.
When people who rarely cry start to cry, their tears are like bursting a dike, and they can't stop it. Huang Song was so frightened.
Huang Song could only pick her up, coaxing her like a child, with a lot of good words.
"...Being a husband is not a character with a single tendon to the end. A man can bend and stretch, and he will never draw his sword and kill himself when he is defeated. You are still so young, and the child is still so young, without the protection of the husband, the husband is If you go to the underworld, you will have to crawl back." Of course Huang Song knew that if he was defeated, the best protection for his family would be to raise his sword and kill himself, but Qi Chaolan cried so sadly that his reason collapsed, "... Besides, I don't necessarily lose... If I win, wouldn't everyone be happy?"
Salted fish have dreams, let alone people.
The original despair and decadence were all washed away by Qi Chaolan's tears, and Huang Song became more fighting spirit.
He needs to cheer up, the situation is not so bad that it can't be recovered.
Huang Song coaxed her for a long time to stop her tears.
On this day, the husband and wife stayed together for a long time, and Huang Song woke up before dawn the next day.
He thought he got up early, but he didn't expect Mrs. Qi to get up earlier.
In other words, she didn't close her eyes that night.
"Madam, take someone back to Haozhou, and wait for your husband to go back."
She got up to help Huang Song get dressed, lowered her head and said, "Well, good!"
Watching Huang Song lead people away, her figure gradually turned into a small black spot, and her shaky emotions collapsed again.
However, she did not cry for a long time this time and regained her composure, and instructed her servants to pack up and set off for Haozhou.