Chapter 483: deterioration

Autumn is coming to winter.
Six years of peace, the twelfth lunar month, slightly snow.
"I can't think of this Dingzhou City, I can really support it..."
Chen Shuncheng exhaled a white gas, looking at the still stunned, and some scarred, broken walls, sighed.
It has been several months since the encirclement of the city. This state of the pastoral Xu Wei is also very tenacious, plus Zhang Wenzhen is not a mediocre, but also has the court's righteous name support, but actually supported the present.
At this time, it is cold and cold, even if you don’t want it, you can only suspend the siege.
"But it’s dying..."
Chen Jingzong’s outfit was nothing but the slightest difference:
Although the imperial court’s decree, but you look around the state and county, which one dares to attack me?

"And, the seven counties of Dingzhou have all been in hand, and the harvest in the autumn, the taxation of Nissan, Zhuwu, and Jiude three counties has been counted in my festival, can there be a grain in the city? This person eats horses. Chewing, especially the defending soldiers, at least one kilometer of rice a day, as well as wine, herbs, and oil... At this time, I am afraid that I am already stretched..."
"This is..."
For the uncle's strategy, Chen Shuncheng has always admired it very much.
The two said, while riding a high horse, came to the door of Xie's old house.
"General Chen!"
Immediately, there were pro-wars who took the reins and took the reins: "But ask for the feast to make the adults? The feast of the plums yesterday, the festival makes the adults tired, and now they are still grooming, I am afraid you have to wait a moment..."
"Nature should wait..."
Chen Jingzong had a very good temper, so he and Chen Shuncheng came to the office.
"uncle!"
Chen Shuncheng is slightly close, pressing down the voice: "The festival makes the adults gradually show their minds. It is estimated that the next spring will be able to produce... I think about it. Should I wait for the state city before this, but also make a lucky one?

"According to my estimation, the state city is also attacked by the spring time... If the adults are happy at this time, they are really destiny..."
Chen Jingzong looked around, first waved his hand, another sleeveless gown, and arranged the next round of military protection. This is what he said, and the light of hope is released.
In the state city, Dingzhou unified, if this child reborn a son, it is almost destined to return!
The two uncles were squatting high and deep, talking about secrets, but they didn't know that everything had been heard by Wu Ming.
After the house, the master bedroom.
In front of Wu Ming, a water mirror appeared, and the conversation between Chen Jingzong and Chen Shuncheng was repeated in a vivid manner. Even every subtle expression was clearly seen, as if it were immersive.
Although Chen Jingzong is a real man of the military, and has a treasure to protect himself, but in front of the gods, this point is naturally not enough to see.
He looked at the lazy, low-pitched martial arts, and joked and laughed: "It seems that your subordinates have a great hope for your stomach!"
"spit!"
Rao is a monk who is a general woman. Hearing this is also a blush: "How do you mean to tell me this crazy?"
She looked at her lower abdomen, and she had both maternal love and dignity. She turned and said: "I really hope that I can give a husband a husband. If he comes to the world, he will be worth 50,000 troops!"
Seeing this basic evolution into a political creature, even the biological child who began to count the calculations, Wu Ming is completely speechless.
"But you can rest assured that this child will be born smoothly, and ... is extraordinary!"
Wu Ming's eyes were slightly congested, and suddenly it was obvious that the air was collected in the lower abdomen of Wushu, and even a hint of purple was faint.
Originally in the name of the monk, this time is not only blue and purple, it is good for a child to have a gold cyan at birth.
There is also his father, the fairy god, with a fairy, and a purple color is as stable as Taishan.
"Air transport is not coming out of thin air... The son is expensive, if it is not a monk, even though this child has a true dragon posture in the future, at this time, some redness is not bad, but because the monk is almost the head of a state, Laying the king industry, so there is a golden green air transport gathering before it is born... In the same way, I have the guardian behind me, the support of a hole, even if the war is unfavorable in the future, there is also a place to save, so there is this purple..."
Wu Ming silently thought that the blind man would be somewhat stunned: "According to this world tradition, if there are some powerful ancient gods, I want to share a piece of it..."
When I read the ‘vision’ that was born in the great Zhou Taizu Ji Yi, a mocking smile appeared in his mouth.
"Just... husband!"
Wu Hao touched the lower abdomen, and there were some concerns: "The last time you said that the state must be fixed, but it will be dragged on for nearly a year, will it lead to changes in the number of gas?"
"A year under the state, it is definitely not long, it is already fast..."
The ancient siege, which has been in existence for decades, is nothing at all.
"And... for a while, when you are, you can rest assured!"
Wu Ming waved his hand.
Before the monk was shackled, it was the body of a woman. Some people suffered from congenital losses, and the suppression could not be suppressed. Wu Ming’s place of the fairy was also insufficient.
But now, the situation is different!
A Tianxian support, even if there is no need for anything else, Wushu contends for the dragon, and immediately improved the grasp of two or three percent.
The number of robbery and robbery depends on the person who is robbed.
Just like the same disaster, it is inevitable that the family will be destroyed by ordinary people, but it is not on the head of Wu Ming, but it is not much heavier than the spider network.
This is the difference in responsibility.
......
At the same time as the Wushu’s slight peace of mind, in the city of Dingzhou, on the wall of the city, there are also a few people looking at the number of military forces in Nanfeng, silently.
These people have different forms, one with a high crown and a face with a strange face, resembling an old Confucian.
Another person was dressed up, and his face was browned, and the three long legs had to fall, and there was a fairy.
The last person is dressed in an armor, with a long waist and a knife. His face is like a knife and a chisel. His eyes are full of light and suffocating. He can smell the scent of the blood of the corpse.
"what?!"
At this time, the priest dressed up looked at him for a long time, but suddenly he was surprised.
"Dao Changshan can look forward to it, I don't know if it will be rewarded?"
These people are the messengers who entered the state city before the imperial court. The connection behind them is even more inconspicuous. There is no simple item.
Confucian students smiled and asked immediately.
"Strange! Strange!"
The priest was handcuffed and counted again. This is the way: "I am waiting to bring the imperial edict of the imperial court. It has great meaning. How can this singularity be unbelievable? Almost every time, the opposite army will be cut a few times. On the day, the old Daowang looked at the town of Wu, and saw that the military was shaped like a black tiger, but it was loose. This is the winter siege, and the soldiers are thinking of it... even though there are a few stars that are barely maintained, but it is not without The machine can be broken, but it is different now!"
"How is it different?"
The general man asked.
Although most of the people in the military do not believe in the number of fate, but he is well aware that this old road is good at arrogance, even if it is ranked in the world, it is not accurate to see the bones.
"Redness is in the middle, with gold, this is a sign of good luck!"
The enemy is very good, and the natural side is going to be bad.
"how so?"
Even though the old Confucianism is a brow, "Why is there no reason for it?"
"This...maybe Wuzhen is about to give birth, is it special?"
The Taoist speculation said, this sentence immediately made the face of Confucianism and generals white and white.
There are many ghosts in this world. When the founding fathers of the ancient times were born, they all had visions!
This monk is so, is it also a destiny? Should be on the son.
"Of course... the secret plane hides itself, unless the chance is coincidental, how can the old road see the true dragon's temperament? So the opposite is still not sure, just..."
The old road shook his head: "The enemy's temperament is so, there must be a manifestation in our army. How about it, the state animal husband knows it..."
Xu Mu, a state priest, was a loyal minister of the court. Since the besieged city of Wuyi, he has been treating the government for a long time. Only in the few days when these messengers came, he was slightly spiritual.
‘This popularity is integrated with the court. If the martial arts are not enough, the body can still be maintained, and the disease will be delayed. If the condition worsens, it is...’
The old road turned and silently thought.
"Report!"
Just then, under the wall, a servant rushed to whisper a few words in the collar of the general.
"what?"
The generals exclaimed, and in an instant, the surrounding people seemed to have come to the Sanjiu winter.
"What happened?"
The old way and Confucianism look at each other, a subtle hunch, immediately emerged in the hearts of both of them.
"Just came the news... State Mu Xu, suddenly vomiting blood, I am afraid it will be tonight..."
The generals slowly said that they only felt that each word was cold.
"So great!"
This time, even though the old road is somewhat surprised: "This is full of civil and military, all rely on the state of the animal husbandry, if he has a long and two short, Zhang Wenzhen several can not convince the public ... the enemy is still the case, the city is not far away Up..."
Compared to the surprise on the face, his heart was even more surprised, and he looked at the opposite side.
Over the martial arts camp, the black and red rushed into the sky, turning into the shape of a tiger, faintly, he seemed to see a trace of purple guardian.
It was just that the air was so weak that he waited until he blinked, but when he saw it, he disappeared.
'purple! This is horrible, the purple of the individual, the emperor of the prince, all have, but the purple of the power, how horrible the money is needed? Wuzhen has this, it means... there is a great guardian? ’
This old road is not without a root.
Before dare to mix this drowning, the first is that the division has a life, and the second is to see the rise of the monk, there is not much power to support, there is no fear.
But now that this is the case, the result is even more different.
‘Purple... Even in this door, there is only one celestial ancestor who has this magical power... We support this time, and we are on the celestial beings, but we’re hitting the stone...’
The old road is a wise man, and immediately sprouted a retreat: "Although it is still uncertain, but the small life is important, Dingzhou City is indeed unhelpful, or go quickly..."