Chapter 231: Years, what can be quiet?

Seeing her diligent look, she was a little angry at first, but at this time, she couldn't send it out again.
Zhu Feng did not speak, and sat down and continued to criticize him.
Nan Yan breathed a sigh of relief, seriously grinding his ink, raising his head from time to time to take a look at Li Bu hurt on the bed.
The tent was extremely quiet.
Although I know that this is a military camp, there are still 200,000 troops waiting outside, but at this time, Nan Yan felt a sense of tranquility, especially when listening to Li's uneven breathing, watching Zhu Feng A stroke was drawn on his map of the country and the country, and I gently rubbed the ink for him...
Years, what can be quiet?
She had forgotten that she was still wounded, and Xiahoujiao's 200,000 army had not been resolved.
But in this silence, Zhu Feng suddenly said, "Do you think I should let Jian Ruocheng go?"
"what?"
Nan Yan returned to his senses abruptly, but saw that he didn't look up, and continued to give his own papers.
Just then, you asked yourself?
She thought about it seriously, and then whispered: "The slaves and maids don't understand the important affairs of the military, but I just heard the words of Lord Jane and I think it makes sense."
Zhu Feng was silent for a while, and said coldly: "Everyone you hear makes sense."
"..."
Nan Yan lowered his head.
After he approved a copy, he threw it aside, then turned his head to look at Nan Yan, and said, "Then what do you think?"
"The servant girl himself?" Nan Yan thought about it seriously again, and said: "Upon the army and conquer, then the army, and then the army, and then attack the city."
"Do you know this too?"
"Well, I heard from my father when the servants were young. Master Jane gave me conspiracy, and soldiers who fought battles were soldiers."
"..."
"With these two things, it's no longer a disadvantage."
"..."
Zhu Feng looked at her for a while, and said, "Yes, you know everything."
I don't know if it was his own illusion, although he was still stern, but when he said this, there seemed to be a faint smile in his eyes.
Maybe it was an illusion, but with this feeling, Nan Yan felt happy himself.
She thought about it, and then said, "It's just—"
"Just what?"
"It's just that Master Jane is going alone, it's too dangerous, he—"
"okay!"
Zhu Feng's face sank, and he said coldly: "I don't need to talk too much about national affairs!"
After finishing speaking, he turned his head to continue reviewing his memorial.
Nan Yan sat there blankly, somewhat inexplicably, just now, didn't he want to ask? Why did Jian Ruocheng look angry again when he talked about it?
I really don't understand.


In the morning of the next day, the emperor announced that Jian Ruocheng was going to the Yue State Camp.
This kind of thing is the first time ever.
In the past in Peking, Zhu Feng always fought, fought again, and continued to fight, but Kuo was also tough, so there was almost no peace talks.
Almost all the soldiers came out. The injuries on Nan Yan's feet healed a lot, and he reluctantly walked outside the big tent, and saw a graceful figure approaching among the crowd.
It is Jian Ruocheng.
He looked upright and handsome in an official uniform, with a three-foot long sword slung around his waist, holding a scepter in one hand, and combing his hair neatly and neatly.
He looks like a gentleman in ancient books.
He bowed to Zhu Feng and said: "Please rest assured, the emperor, the minister will fulfill his mission."
Zhu Feng nodded.
Jian Ruocheng turned around and walked out, and Nan Yan saw that there was no one behind him.
He really went alone!