Seven Hundred and Seventeenth: Wrangling League (4)

Yang Tao had an embarrassment, and then sat obediently in the banquet as a background board, looking at the wine bottles on the table, and the wine bug in his stomach began to make trouble.

"Shaoyang, just let me drink, just one cup?"

"Not even a drop." The young scribe glanced at him coldly, which made Yang Tao's nerves tense. "You still want to drink while the old injury is not healed?"

Yang Tao lowered his head and saw his father, Yang Jian, who was sitting in front of him, drinking heavily. He was in a moody mood.

"Father, the arrow wound on your body hasn't healed yet. It's not suitable to drink alcohol now."

Yang Jian rolled his eyes, "Boy, do you have the guts to take care of your father's business now?"

Yang Tao: "..."

My heart was stabbed twice by my best friend and my father, and my heart was broken!

The young literati called "Shaoyang" by Yang Tao held the wine and observed the surrounding scene from the corner of his eye.

Everyone was drunk and the atmosphere was very lively.

In contrast, people around Yang Jian directly regarded Yang Jian as air.

Looking at the sky and looking at the earth just doesn't look at him, which obviously isolates him. Yang Jian just drank too much wine, which has something to do with it.

The young scribe narrowed his eyes slightly, and snorted lightly with contempt.

Even if the leader of the alliance is elected, it still cannot change the fact that everyone in the allied army has their own ghosts.

He is not optimistic about the result of Qin Wang this time.

Otherwise, why did the leader of the alliance be elected, but everyone didn't seriously discuss the big plan, but drank for fun instead?

Just as he was thinking, he keenly noticed that someone was staring at him.

After searching for a while, I finally found the source of the line of sight—it was actually Liu She.

The middle-aged man sitting upright on the lower left gave him a friendly smile, which made the young scribe suspicious.

"Shaoyang, I just saw Liuzhou Mu smiling at me." Yang Tao whispered to his best friend.

The young scribe frowned, suppressing the doubts in his heart, "Yes."

"Liuzhou Mu is just as I imagined,

He was indeed a gentle and kind person. "

A long time ago, Liu She was the sheriff of Hu County, Zhangzhou Dongmen County had no grain, and it was only by relying on the grain of Hu County that it survived the crisis.

Therefore, Yang Tao has a good impression of Liu She, and has always believed that Liu She is a good person.

If Yang Jian knew what his son was thinking, he would definitely choke his blood.

How could Liu She be a good person, the relief food sent by others was free?

It was all paid by Yang Jian. Liu She, a profiteer, secretly squeezed him a lot of money. What kind of good person is this?

"The boy next to Liuzhou Mu is Liu Xi who borrowed from his father? He looks good, but his bones are not very strong."

Not strong enough?

When Yang Jian heard his son's words, he almost spit out the drink from his mouth.

If Liu Xi is not considered strong, then what kind of person can be considered strong?

"Learn more from other people's wisdom. At this age, I can only write my own name."

Out of nowhere, Yang Tao was beaten up by his father again: "..."

"It's okay, anyway, I have Shaoyang."

Yang Tao admits that he is not good at reading, and his brain is not good at trickery and calculation, but it is enough for his close friends to be good at it.

In more fashionable terms, Yan Lin is Yang Tao's external brain, which is still a one-to-one match.

The feast lasted until midnight.

Most of the people in the tent were drunk, and Jiang Pengji also drank some wine, ready to get up and change clothes.

"Liu County Prime Minister."

As soon as she got out of the camp, she realized that there was someone following behind her, so she couldn't help but stop.

"You are?" She narrowed her eyes and found that the person who came was the young scribe next to Yang Tao.

"I'm Yan Lin, whose name is Shaoyang." The young scribe asked her, "When will you return the person borrowed by the county magistrate?"

Jiang Pengji put her arms around her chest and asked him back.

"Why, less than two days after the person borrowed it, Captain Yang is already urging him?"

Yan Lin said, "The captain didn't urge you, it's just what I mean."

"Qi Kuang looks good to me. I'm afraid he won't return it. I don't think Captain Yang would mind if a centurion stays or stays."

borrow?

She has always taken it, even if it is a loan, it is still a loan without repayment.

Yan Lin lowered his eyebrows, Jiang Pengji's words had confirmed his speculation.

"Liuxian Chancellor is still stuck in the north, and his footing is not stable, but he is already thinking about the south where there is plenty of water?"

Eating what's in the bowl, looking at what's in the pot, and thinking about what's not in the pot yet.

"A man should always have a dream, why don't I plan ahead?" Jiang Pengji said with a smile, "The navy will come in handy sooner or later."

"Liu County Prime Minister has great ambitions," Yan Lin said.

"Being a man without ambition, what's the difference between that and a stranded salted fish?"

Jiang Pengji suddenly thought of one thing, and she said, "Mr. Yan is here to test me if you have time, so it's better to find a way out for Captain Yang Jian. He was single-handedly promoted by King Changshou, so everyone in the allied army feared him. But he has already set foot on the ship of the Allied Forces, and in the eyes of King Changshou, he is equivalent to 'betrayal of the master'. If Yang Jian is pushed to the vanguard position, you must be careful."

Don't be afraid of anything else, the fear is that Yang Jian will be thrown out as cannon fodder by the allied forces to test the strength of King Changshou.

Yan Lin's face darkened, he knew that Jiang Pengji's words were not hypocritical, and he also had this kind of worry recently.

"Thank you for reminding."

"It's easy to say."

Jiang Pengji and Liu She had enough to eat and drink, and the father and daughter brought a group of guards and younger brothers to go back.

On the way, Li Yun, a sincere child, said, "My lord, Yun always feels that there is something wrong with this alliance."

Jiang Pengji asked him, "What's wrong?"

"Why did you only choose one leader, and didn't talk about how to divide the army, how to save His Majesty, and resist King Changshou..."

As a general next to Jiang Pengji, Li Yun was young and had no qualifications, so even though he was full of doubts, he dared not speak up.

After all, not everyone is as innocent as Yang Tao.

Dian Yin followed behind, "The last general also felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong..."

Jiang Pengji explained with a smile.

"Everyone has their own schemes, and each one is very shrewd. Whoever takes the lead will sacrifice more. Who do you think is willing to suffer this loss? It is said that the King of Qin is here for profit. If you can get something for nothing, Who doesn’t want to pick up cheap things for nothing? Now let’s see who can’t help but bring up the matter of sending troops... If no one takes the initiative to mention it, I’m afraid it will be delayed for a few days..."

Li Yun was dumbfounded.

In his imagination, the forces of the alliance should be braver and better at fighting than the other, and they would have to fight King Changshou to the death if they broke their scalps.

At the banquet just now, he also heard many people verbally crusade against King Changshou, scolding heartily, wishing to dig up the grave of the ancestors.

Actually?

Shouting slogans one by one, vying to be the last one.

Jiang Pengji concluded with a light smile, "So you see, the ending of this alliance will not be good."

"My lord, what should we do?" Li Yun asked.

Jiang Pengji said, "Your lord is here to make a joke, not to work hard with others, just follow the crowd."

Li Yun was silent for a while, and he said, "It's a pity Captain Meng...he has been working hard these days..."

Meng Hun is too busy to see anyone these days.

In addition to eating and sleeping, the rest of the time is training or practicing martial arts.

That desperate effort made others feel tired and flustered for him.

Jiang Pengji said, "Ten years is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge. The Meng family in Cangzhou? One day we will send troops to conquer there!" To find this site, please search for "" or enter the URL: