Chapter 483

Autumn comes after winter.

Six years of peace, December, light snow.

"I didn't expect that this Dingzhou City could really hold up..."

Chen Shuncheng breathed out a sigh, looking at the still towering, scarred and dilapidated city wall.

It has been several months since the siege, and Xu Chun, the governor of this prefecture, is really tenacious. In addition, Zhang Wenzhen is not a mediocre person, and he has the support of the great justice of the imperial court, so he has been supporting until now.

At this time, the weather is cold and the ground is frozen. No matter how unwilling, we can only postpone the siege.

"Just dying..."

Chen Jingzong was dressed in military uniform, but he didn't have the slightest difference: "although the imperial court ordered, but look at the surrounding counties, who dares to attack me?"

"Besides, the seven counties of Dingzhou are already in hand. With a round of autumn harvest, the taxes of rinan, Zhuwu and Jiude have all gone to my Jiedu Prefecture. Can there be a grain of grain in the city? This man eats horses, especially the soldiers who guard the city. He needs at least one kilo of rice a day, as well as wine and meat, medicinal materials, fire oil... At this time, I'm afraid the city is stretched out... "

"This is..."

Chen Shuncheng has always admired his uncle's strategy.

As they spoke, they rode to the gate of Xie's old house.

"General Chen!"

Immediately, some soldiers came forward and took the reins: "but do you want to see the governor? Yesterday's plum blossom feast made me tired. I'm afraid you'll have to wait a moment... "

"Nature should wait..."

Chen Jingzong has a good temper, so he and Chen Shuncheng come to pianting.

"Uncle!"

Chen Shuncheng was a little close, but lowered his voice: "the governor is gradually showing his heart. It is estimated that he will be able to produce in the spring next year... My nephew thought, should we capture the state city before this, which is lucky?"

"According to my estimation, the city will be conquered around the time of spring... If you are happy to get Linzi, it's really destiny..."

Chen Jingzong looked around, waved his hand first, brushed his sleeve robe, and laid out the next circle of military protection. Then he said that, and his eyes shone with hope.

Once the city was established, Dingzhou would be unified. If this child had another son, it would be almost the destiny!

The two brothers and nephews, relying on their advanced cultivation, were talking about secrets as if no one else, but they didn't know that Wu Ming had already heard everything.

Back room, master bedroom.

A water mirror appeared in front of Wu Ming, which repeated the conversation between Chen Jingzong and Chen Shuncheng. He could see every tiny expression clearly, as if he was on the scene.

Although Chen Jingzong is a real soldier and has the most precious body protection, he still does not have enough to see this kind of Taoism in front of the immortals.

He looked at the lazy Wu pheasant with a raised belly and joked: "it seems that your subordinates have great expectations for your stomach!"

"Spit!"

Rao Shiwu pheasant is not an ordinary girl. She blushed when she heard this: "how can you tell me such crazy things?"

She looked at her belly, with maternal love and dignity on her face, and said, "I really hope to have a son for my husband. At this time, if he is born, he will be worth 50000 troops!"

Wu Ming was completely speechless when he saw that Wu pheasant had basically evolved into a political creature, and even his own child had to start calculating.

"But don't worry, this son will be born smoothly, and... Has extraordinary temperament!"

Wu Ming's eyes coagulated slightly, and immediately he could see that the Qi gathered in the abdomen of Wu pheasant, even with a hint of purple, which was extraordinary.

Originally, Wu pheasant's position was just blue and purple at this time. It's good to have a golden and blue color when a child is born.

But there is also his immortal father, who has immortal legacy. Naturally, a trace of purple is as stable as Mount Tai.

"Qi luck doesn't come out of thin air... Son depends on his mother. If it's not Wu pheasant, even if he has a real dragon posture in the future, some red Qi will be good. But because Wu pheasant is almost the head of a state and lays the foundation for the king's career, there will be Jin Qing Qi luck gathering before he was born... Similarly, I will guard behind him and have the support of a cave, even if the war is not good in the future, There's also a place to live, so there's this silk purple... "

Wu Ming thought quietly, and his eyes were quiet: "according to the tradition of this world, maybe there are some powerful ancient gods or something, and they want to share a share of it..."

When he thought about the "vision" of the birth of Ji Yi, Taizu of the great Zhou Dynasty, a sneering smile appeared in the corner of his mouth.

"Just... Husband!"

Wu pheasant touched his belly and worried: "last time you said that the state and city must be decided as early as possible, but now it has to be delayed for nearly a year. Will it lead to a change in the number of breath?"

"It's not a long time to go to Zhoucheng in a year. It's already very fast..."

Ancient fortresses have been besieged for decades. This time is nothing at all.

"And... This time, that time, you can rest assured!"

Wu Ming waved his hand.

Wu pheasant was coveted by people before, but she was a woman. She was born at a disadvantage and couldn't be suppressed. Wu Ming's position as an immortal was also inadequate.

But now, the situation is different!

A celestial support, even if nothing else, Wu pheasant fight for dragon, also immediately increased by 23%.

Doom and doom also depend on the personality of the victim.

It's just like the same disaster. If you put it on ordinary people, you will lose your family. But if you put it on Wu Ming, it's not much heavier than spider web.

That's the difference.

……

Just as Wu pheasant was a little relieved, there were a few people in Dingzhou City, above the city wall, who looked at Nanfeng's army from afar and said nothing.

These people have different shapes, one with a high crown, a strange face, and the shape of an old Confucian.

Another Taoist was dressed up with a scorched complexion, three strands of long whiskers falling down, and an air of immortality.

The last one was dressed in a military uniform, with a long sword on his waist. His face looked like a knife. His eyes were shining with evil spirit. He could almost smell the smell of a sea of blood when he got closer.

"Eh?"

At this time, the Taoist dressed people looked for a long time, but suddenly a surprise.

"Taoist is good at looking at Qi, but I don't know if I can get something?"

These people are the envoys who broke through the encirclement of the imperial court and entered the city before. There are many connections behind them. There is no simple goods.

The scholar asked with a smile.

"Strange! Strange

The Taoist priest pinched the formula with his hand and calculated it again. Then he said, "we came here with the imperial edict. We have great righteousness. The prestige of this reputation is incredible. We almost cut the morale of the opposite army into several parts. A few days ago, when Lao Dao looked at the morale of Nawu Town, he saw that although the morale of the army was like a black tiger, it was loose. It was a siege in winter, Even though there are a few generals who are reluctant to maintain, it is not that there is no chance to break. Now it is different! "

"How is it different?"

Asked the general.

Although most of the people in the army don't believe in the fate of Qi, he knows that this old Taoist is good at the skill of looking at Qi. Even though he is well-known in the world, there is no doubt about judging the bones by looking at the faces.

"Red in the middle, with gold, this is a sign of good luck!"

If the enemy is lucky, it will be bad luck on this side.

"Why?"

Even the old Confucian frowned: "for no reason, why is he so angry?"

"This... Maybe Wuzhen is about to give birth, which has a special meaning?"

The Taoist guessed that this sentence immediately turned the Confucianist and the general white and shook their bodies.

There are many gods and ghosts in this world. When the founding fathers of the past dynasties were born, they all had visions!

This pheasant has a destiny? It's on the son.

"Of course... It's a secret. Unless it's a coincidence, how can Lao Dao see the power of the real dragon? So it's not sure what's going on. It's just that... "

The old Taoist shook his head: "the enemy is so ambitious that it must show itself in our army. You can see the details from the governor of the State..."

Xu Chun, the governor of the state, was a loyal official of the imperial court. He had been dealing with business affairs with illness since Wu Chih besieged the city. Only in the days when these envoys came did he feel a little more energetic.

"This man has the same breath as the imperial court. If Wu pheasant's breath is not enough, he will be able to survive. If he gets worse, he will be..."

The old Taoist turned his eyes and thought silently.

"Newspaper!"

Just then, under the wall, a servant came in a hurry and whispered in the general's ear.

"What?"

The general exclaimed in surprise, which made the people around him feel as if they were in the winter of March 9.

"What's the matter?"

Lao Dao and the Confucianist looked at each other, and a subtle premonition immediately appeared in their hearts.

"The news just came that Xu Chun, a state herdsman, suddenly vomited blood. I'm afraid he won't be able to survive tonight..."

The general said slowly, feeling that every word was cold.

"So powerful!"

Now, even the old Taoist was a little surprised: "this city is full of culture and martial arts. It depends on the governor of the state. If he has three strengths and two weaknesses, Zhang Wenzhen will not be able to convince the public... The enemy is still like this, and the city is not far away..."

Compared with the surprise on the face, he was more surprised in his heart and looked opposite.

Over the camp of Wu pheasant, the air of black and red soared to the sky and turned into the shape of a fierce tiger. Vaguely, he seemed to see a trace of purple.

But the spirit was so weak that when he rubbed his eyes and looked again, it disappeared.

"Purple! This is terrible. The purple of individuals, princes and emperors may have it, but the purple of power, how terrible is the capital and food needed? With this in Wuzhen, does it mean that there are powerful guardians? "

This old Taoist is not without foundation.

Before I dared to get involved in this muddy water, one was that my school had a destiny, and the other was that I saw the rise of Wu pheasant, and there was no big force to support it.

But now that it appears, the result is even more different.

"Purple... Even though there is only one immortal ancestor in our sect who has this magic power... This time, our support is only for the immortal, but it's only for the egg to hit the stone..."

Lao Dao was a smart man, and he immediately decided to retreat: "although I'm not sure, my life matters. Dingzhou City is really hopeless. Let's go as soon as possible..."