Why is winter so cold this year? How did she live in previous years?

Inside, there is a heater at Jing Yue's feet and a heater at her hand. She lies on the soft couch with her eyes slightly closed.

"Jingyue" Jingyue is sleepy, and is awakened by the roar of Shangguan Linglan. You don't need to know what Shangguan Linglan is doing. Jingyue stands up to cry.

Once again fell into the hard training.

The arrival of new year's festival, which used to be very busy, is also very busy in Jinling town.

It's just that there is no prosperity in Dongqing imperial city. The festival is still lively. A few days ago, the soldiers came to Roman forest and played countless game. When the festival is coming, Dongqing and Nanli seem to have no tacit understanding of any action.

In the courtyard, under the corridor, Jing Yue stood on the stairs wrapped in fur coat. There were all kinds of laughter in the room. Jing Yue listened to those voices, and her eyes were a little warm. If only she could always be like this.

"Moon." A soft call came.

"Big brother..." Jing Yue followed the sound to see, slightly raised the corner of the mouth, curved eyebrow to call a way.

"Why are you standing here alone?" Jinglang raised his hand, tightened his clothes for Jingyue, and asked.

"Brother, I miss my father." Jingyue slightly lowered her head, tightly tugged at her sleeve and said.

Hearing Jing Yue's words, Jing Lang's face was slightly stiff. There was a complicated look in his eyes. He sighed deeply and said, "moon Dad is always with us. "

“……” Jing Yue was silent.

So short a time.

The time with my father was so short.

If If only she had gone to find her father earlier?

Jing Yue clenched her strength and did not speak. Jing Lang looked at her like this. His heart trembled slightly. He raised his hand and held her in his arms. He sighed deeply and said, "moon, and big brother."

"Well." Jingyue bowed her head and said no more.

Outside the sun is just right, with a chill wind has been blowing, Xiao Chen stood at the door, looking at Jingyue and jinglang two people, slightly drooping eyes, turned back to the house, without any action.

When the new year is over, war will come.

Jinling only defends but does not attack. After all, it is not a long-term solution.

In the camp, Xiao Chen, Shangguan Hongwen and Fang Zicheng all gathered together. Jing Yue sat quietly, listening to the contents of their discussion, discussing the method of attack against the map.

"A strong attack must not be desirable, but it is not without a chance to win." Fang Zicheng looks silent sitting on the seat, about Jingyue has never seen, Fang Zicheng so serious appearance.

"What's your plan?" Xiao Chen side head sees to square son Cheng openings to ask a way.

"The trick I gave was only sixteen words." Fang Zicheng raised a light smile at the corner of his mouth and said, "strike from the East and strike from the west, launch a feint attack to avoid the strong and strike the weak."

Fang Zicheng's words fall, Jing Yue's eyes slightly stare big, and her brows wrinkle a little.

"We know all these, but how to operate them?" Shangguan Hongwen also frowned and looked at Fang Zicheng in disbelief. Fang Zicheng was only a student. Fang Zicheng was a talented man in the imperial city.

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