One Thousand and Forty-One: Lead the Snake Out of the Hole (2)

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He talked about tricks to lure the enemy, but he didn't have a clue in his heart.

If it was really a trick to lure the enemy, how could it be like this for half a month?

Every morning, the scouts reported that Liu Xi's army and Huang Song's army had been busy all night, and the general's mood was like a steamer.

He told himself that this was the enemy's trick to lure them, in order to lure them out of Hanchang Pass.

On the other hand, he couldn't help but doubt——

Maybe this is not a trick to lure the enemy, maybe the enemy is too arrogant?

At first, he was very vigilant and determined.

However, as he missed good opportunities to annihilate the enemy army time and time again, he was not calm anymore.

According to the news reported by the scouts, apart from the basic patrols of Huang Song's army and Liu Xi's army, the other soldiers were partying all night, and they had no defense at all. If he had been more courageous and took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, he might have wiped out the enemy.

So what if this is a bait laid by the enemy?

They were so drunk that they didn't have the strength to fight at all. If they led troops to sneak attack, Liu Xi would shoot himself in the foot with a rock!

Facing the difficulty of choosing, the gatekeeper Han Chang was hesitant to decide what to do, and could only watch helplessly as the campfires of the enemy's camp were brightly lit.

Jiang Pengji and Huang Song expected that the gatekeeper of Dinghanchang would be very suspicious and would not send troops easily.

In order to act more like it, and to let the soldiers relax and have a good year, the first days were really crazy.

"Alas—what a happy day for the gods—"

Fengzhen was dressed in a majestic crown and belt, and a lacquered sarong crown on his head. He was dressed in a formal attire, but this person's waist was loose and his skirt was askew, revealing his thin collarbone and a small half of his chest. He was leaning on the table, sitting in a casual posture, holding a wine cup, drunk so drunk, his cheeks were flushed.

Today is the New Year's Eve, and as usual, we will gather together for a New Year's banquet.

On festive days, it is natural to wear formal clothes. Even Feng Zhen, a prodigal son, took out the pressed clothes that he hadn't worn a few times.

"If every day is New Year's Eve, what regrets would there be in life?"

Feng Zhen sighed, a pair of peach blossom eyes filled with water vapor, seeming to have brilliance flowing.

Feng Jin frowned, and warned Feng Zhen in a low voice.

"Han Changguan can't bear it any longer. I think there will be some movement in a while. You should restrain yourself."

Feng Jin really looked down on this unrestrained colleague who risked his life to death at first, but now he let it go.

Just ask him not to make jokes at the annual banquet.

Feng Jin is also in E Guanbo's attire, but he and Feng Zhen have two completely different demeanors.

If Feng is really a dissolute scholar who indulges in the mountains and fields, Feng Jin is a polite and dignified gentleman with a bright moon in his arms.

The former even has a casual sitting posture, while the latter combs her hair meticulously.

"New Year's banquet—hiccup!" Feng Zhen hiccupped and said drunkenly, "Didn't the lord say that you should be casual and not restrained?"

Feng Jin resisted the urge to roll her eyes.

Fengzhen thief Xixi said, "Watching the same full moon, I don't know what's going on over there with Wenzheng and Zaidao?"

Feng Zhen felt at ease when he thought of the fact that he had a lot of food and drink, while his colleagues spent the holidays with a pile of bamboo slips.

Feng Jin said with a headache, "Just calm down."

He likes to spread hatred so much, sooner or later he will be beaten to death in a sack.

Feng Zhen smiled and grabbed Li Yun who was at the side, and said, "Han Mei, pour it, we will not return tonight if we are not drunk."

Jiang Pengji's account is not without conflicts among the servants and generals, but the conflicts are not so obvious.

Feng Langzi often hooks up with generals to drink secretly. Li Yun, a little angel, is humble and studious, and often asks a few gentlemen for advice-the more exchanges, the barriers and conflicts between each other are also reduced. In addition, Jiang Pengji was capable of both civil and military affairs, trying to be as equal as possible, using the strengths of civil servants and generals, and not favoring one another, which made the overall atmosphere harmonious, and civil and military officials got along well.

Even if the two parties have conflicts, most of them are resolved in private and will not be brought to the public.

Looking at the harmony between civil and military personnel in the tent, Feng Jue, who served as a "messenger" to pay New Year greetings to Jiang Pengji,

I feel bad.

Most of Huang Song's generals are from the original family, they can be regarded as Huang Song's clan, and the two are closely related.

Although it is a good thing to "do not avoid enemies when exercising externally, and do not avoid relatives when exercising internally", there is a faint tendency for the generals under Huang Song's tent to form a group with the outside world.

Under Huang Song's suppression, nothing happened, but everything can't stand the comparison——

Feng Jue drank a few glasses of wine instead of Huang Song and Jiang Pengji, said New Year's wishes, and left with the excuse of "too much to drink".

Seeing this, Feng Jin secretly informed Jiang Pengji, got up and followed.

"Huaijie——"

Leaving the hot handsome tent, the icy wind and snow outside made Feng Jin shiver all over.

"Second brother—" Feng Jue turned his head when he heard the sound, and called out respectfully.

"Alas—" Feng Jin sighed, and said in a low voice, "We haven't seen each other for a long time, let's find a place to have a drink and get together."

Although they are brothers, they didn't even pass a few family letters when they went to Beijing, let alone celebrate the New Year together.

Listening to his familiar tone, Feng Jue twitched the corner of her mouth.

"Second brother doesn't like drinking?"

People who don't drink much on weekdays, but now tell him to find a place to fight wine?

My second brother wasn't caught by a lonely ghost, right?

The corner of Feng Jin's mouth twitched, and he said helplessly, "I didn't like to drink before, but I have to improve my drinking capacity."

The lord and a group of colleagues are all alcoholics, and they must drink at every banquet. Feng Jin can't be unique and replace the bar with tea?

The brothers found a place to drink, set up a warming tripod, and set up the sauce.

The cold wind was blowing outside, the small hot pot was gurgling, and the sliced ​​meat and dry goods thrown in were cooked quickly.

Although they were alone, Feng Jin and Feng Jue didn't talk about business, they just got together to reminisce about their youth.

"If you have time, remember to write a family letter to your parents." Feng Jin said, "When you left without a word, my father almost fainted."

Feng Jue nodded, feeling tender and affectionate for a moment, like a warm cauldron in front of him, eating to warm his heart and body.

Besides the Feng brothers, Meng Heng was also sent by Jiang Pengji as a messenger to pay New Year greetings to Huang Song.

Huang Song left him for a simple meal, and Meng Heng went to Nie Xun's side again.

This time, Meng Heng brought his wife with a protruding belly.

"It's easy to add icing on the cake, but it's difficult to give charcoal in the snow. If brother Xun and his younger siblings hadn't helped each other, Zhuo Jing's pregnancy might not have been saved."

Meng Heng didn't talk about business, but only mentioned the help Nie Xun and his wife had given them.

Now that it's the Chinese New Year, they naturally have to send generous gifts to Nie Xun and his wife for the New Year, otherwise wouldn't they be white-eyed wolves?

This is a personal relationship, and Nie Xun has no excuse to refuse the Meng Heng couple's overtures.

If there is one, there will be two. It is a good start and it will be convenient to communicate in the future.

After a simple meal, Meng Heng carefully helped his wife into the carriage and let the groom drive away.

Although Meng Heng is a gentleman, a gentleman also has a heart.

He deliberately let the carriage drive slowly, passing by Yuanxin's mansion, just passing by Yuanxin who had returned drunk.

Yuan Xin was steaming all over, hiccupped, and his eyes were drunk.

"Humph—Nie Xun—hiccup—this kid—actually got close to Liu Xi—hiccup—"

Hiccupping, he rolled over and got off the horse in a daze, watching Meng Heng's carriage slowly move away and disappear into the night.