Bai Xiaozi and a cadre of generals withdrew from the big tent, looking up, the moon is like water, the stars are dotted, he from the three elders ("three elders" is the country to raise the virtuous old man, the Son of Heaven to father three elders to express the Son of Heaven to govern the country with courtesy, respect for the elderly. The Youzhou he knows in his mouth is a barren land, the weather is cold, and most of the Yidi belong to the people and gradually live with them, and they don't know etiquette, and now after Bai Xiaozi really came to Youzhou, whether it was the world in front of him or the Beixincheng he had entered, he felt that this place was not like the fierce land in the mouth of the three elders, and it was no different from his hometown Shuzhou.

Bai Xiaozi retracted his gaze from looking at Tianhe, and somehow suddenly became depressed in his heart, as if there was an important thing blocking his chest, but he didn't know what this thing was for a while, he stood motionless with his head drooped, as if he was petrified, I don't know how long it took, when he sighed and was about to leave, he glanced back at the big tent and saw the soulless Qu Shuai, and then he suddenly woke up to what he was worried about.

He was worried that this battle would be more auspicious, and he was even more worried that Qu Shuai would suffer a loss in the face of Liu Lan alone, but the reason why he was depressed in his heart was because he felt that this would be a farewell to Qu Shuai.

Shaking his head, Bai Xiaozi wanted to let himself aside from this disturbing and even frustrating thought, and once again turned his gaze into the big tent, and then he suddenly found that he had followed Qu Shuai for so many years, as if this was the first time he had seen his face in a real sense, although he was still hiding from the side and peeking.

Qu Shuai is a standard Jizhou man, with a tall posture and a stout body. In particular, although the facial features are not perfect, they can be matched together but they appear extremely harmonious, but there is a pair of sharp pupils on the angular cheeks, which will make people feel very oppressive. And this is also the reason why Bai Xiaozi has never dared to look at the handsome, that is, now every time he looks at the pair of eyes, his first reaction is to escape, he knows that this is not afraid, but he doesn't understand what it is.

Suddenly, Cheng Zhiyuan looked outside the tent and found white millet. And the eyes of the two looked at each other, and the former was stunned. After discovering that his eyes were quickly drifting, he said, "What? They've all gone to prepare, why don't you leave. ”

"No, nothing." The white millet hurriedly covered up. It's just that his body is awkward and anxious, and he is restless, and he is hesitant whether he should go in and stop Qu Shuai, even if he can't stop it, he must exchange identities with Qu Shuai, he goes to the Eastern Front, and Qu Shuai stays to dispatch. Bai Xiaozi, who finally made up his mind, entered the big tent, did not give a salute, but just whispered: "Qu Shuai." It is not appropriate to do so. ”

Cheng Zhiyuan also knew that this plan was inappropriate, but he could only cry out in vain in his heart, if he said these words during the discussion, Cheng Zhiyuan was determined by the army, not to mention whipping, even if he rewarded him with a murderous look, it was always inevitable. But now it's just the two of him, and his voice is small, and it doesn't matter if it interferes with the army's heart, so Cheng Zhiyuan didn't hear it, just looked up at the white millet who stood with his head bowed and crossed his hands in front of him, and was a little panicked. For so many years, this name has been called countless times on weekdays, and for some reason, people who see him now can't help but laugh when they think of his name, looking at the kid who has followed him for the longest time and has no shortcomings except for honesty, and said: "Bai Xiaozi, why did your father give you such a name?" ”

The so-called millet rice is also yellow rice. In the Han Dynasty, there were not many people who really ate it, but it was mostly used to make wine, and he thought that it must be Bai Xiaozi's father who planted a lot of millet fields at home or loved to drink millet wine, so he gave him such a name. But Bai Xiaozi opened his mouth and didn't know how to answer, no wonder he had never thought about such a question since he was a child, and he was not even curious about the name, so he deliberately asked his father, who had passed away for a long, long time.

Seeing him scratch his head and smirk, Cheng Zhiyuan understood that he would not get an answer, smiled, and looked at the white millet who was wearing a rag linen suit, and the skinny face was not a person of this era, it was difficult to imagine what it looked like, maybe the answer could be found among African refugees, but only if the black skin became yellow skin.

Cheng Zhiyuan stood up, and there were a few more silver cakes in his hand, the price of the silver cakes in the official store is about 3,000 yuan, if you buy grain, you can buy ten stones at most, this is still in a large grain-producing state like Jizhou, if it is a state, Youzhou, Liangzhou or Yangzhou Huiji, it is seven or eight stones, and you can live for half a year if you are thrifty.

He gave the silver cake into the hands of the white millet, and there were no more than five jingles in all.

Bai Xiaozi's eyes widened, looking at the five silver cakes in his hand was like a dream to him, and he said in a vague voice for a while: "Qu Shuai, you are." ”

"If we lose, I mean if, you leave, understand, leave with these silver cakes, although it is a little difficult to exchange this silver cake for an acre of fertile land, but it is still rich and surplus to exchange for a dozen acres of land." Cheng Zhiyuan said very calmly, leaving death out of the way will make people see it more clearly, and he also felt a trace of uneasiness in his heart, he believed that this was Huang Tian to warn him again, although he was grateful, he knew that he couldn't hide and couldn't hide, so he chose to go to the most dangerous eastern front in person, he was ready, this battle was either won or died.

If you win, you will be handsome, and if you die, you will be full of bones.

Dashuai, a word full of temptation, maybe these two words are tantamount to a ferocious hungry wolf to him put on the coat of a female sheep, scratching his head in front of you, tempting, so it is extremely dangerous, and even lose his life, but in the heart of a man, what is really valued is not the temptation of the beautiful lamb who scratches his head, but the right behind him, you must know that the right is always greater than the beauty in the heart of a man, and the beauty is to let the man ride on a person, and the right is to let the man ride on the body of countless people, and this, is the temptation of power, worthy of a man's life for him.

Bai Xiaozi remained silent, it is better to say that he chose to be silent, he is not stupid, and because of this, he knows that a smart person like Qu Shuai naturally knows the danger of this battle, so he is silent, not his respect for a man who is a good enlightened man, but he doesn't know how to open his mouth to let Qu Shuai dispel such thoughts, he is playing the draft over and over again in his heart, dissatisfied, change again, or dissatisfied, continue to change, over and over again, in addition to failure is failure, in the end even he has no confidence in himself, he really doesn't know how to convince Qu Shuai.

"Okay, you stand down first, remember what I said to you and don't say it to the second person, understand?" Cheng Zhiyuan's voice was flat, but Bai Xiaozi heard the solemn meaning, and for a long time, Bai Xiaozi, who had the courage to look at Qu Shuai for the first time, looked at him tightly, without the snorting of the past, and opened his mouth with a precious and important mouth, and said:

"I will guard the eastern front, and you will be responsible for the dispatch." (To be continued)