Men, listen, grab the top of the mountain and stand in the center position

It was September, the green faded, the branches and trunks of flowers gradually turned red and yellow, the cool breeze gently blew up the lapels of the shawl, and the master and his two companions walked in circles in the house. Wangcai followed in small steps behind a pair of little people on scooters, followed by Tang Bo and a group of servants on both sides.

It was at this time that Big Beard arrived, having received a notice from the General's Mansion to discuss the horse farm. He was seven feet tall, with thick, curly hair and a full beard, earning him the nickname "Big Beard."

Zheng Da followed the army to Chang'an, and now he is the commander of the Jingzhou army in Luoyang. Wangshu walked towards them slowly and gracefully, meeting people's gazes. The word "big beard" has two meanings: a pure bearded man, a hairy body, especially a big beard.

This was not the first time that the bearded man had met his general's wife. He had served as their escort several times on their travels. However, every time he always felt powerless, as if a general who was as majestic as an eagle on the plateau could be captured by a weak woman who was powerless. This time, when they met, he felt even more powerless. Not to mention the general, even he, who looked even more eagle-like, was captured!

"General Akbar greets Madam, and wishes Madam good health and happiness."

Wangshu nodded, "No need to be so polite."

The two little guys obviously still remembered, chattering "Uncle Beard" and "I want to ride a big horse" one after another. Akbar observed his wife's expression and could no longer hold back. He picked up the dolls wrapped around their legs, one in each hand, and kissed them on the left and right. "Wait until the general comes back and take you two to the stable. The two ponies are waiting for Dabao and Erbao!"

The general is leading his troops outside. Who would dare to take out these two precious babies that he wants to tie around his waist? The boy is brave and strong, and the girl is smart and cute. He really cherishes them from the bottom of his heart!

"Uncle Beard, your beard pricks me again!" Erbao endured two loud smacks, and seeing someone approaching again with a smile, he couldn't help but turn his face away. Dabao on the right hurriedly pulled at his beard, "Don't prick my sister!"

Zhuzhu, who had rushed over after hearing the news, glared at the man who was so happy he didn't know how to restrain himself. "You have a delicate face!" She couldn't stand the rough pricks from him, so she snatched Erbao away. Sure enough, his face was all red. She gently wiped it clean with a wet towel, "Erbao, next time you see Uncle Huzi, run away. He pricks you."

The despised bearded man had a drooping face and could only follow Wangshu to the study to work. No wonder the general had a fair face and no beard, and his face was shaved more neatly than that of a shed sheep. Oh my God, a good man with hair all over his body is the symbol of an eagle man!

"General Akbar, where do you think we can build a horse farm?"

Wangshu got straight to the point, spreading out the topographic map with his slender fingers. Dianzhou, Sichuanzhou, the Northwest, and the Liao all had large horse farms. Regardless of whether Chang'an could secure victory, the divisions among the various factions were already established, and the number of horses they had was too limited.

Many of Hu Zi's soldiers are from families whose ancestors have raised horses and sheep for generations. Now money is not a problem, the problem is location.

After that, Liang Ju brought his followers, and Hu Zi brought his horse grooms, and they came to the mansion every few days. The happiest ones were the two lively and active children. After they got some beads, cloth balls and clay dolls in turn, they waited eagerly every day, and when they saw someone coming, they showed their hospitality to the fullest. The younger sister was white and tender in a flowery dress with her hair tied tightly, and the fat older brother held the tray steadily. She greeted them in a baby voice: "Uncle Liang, taro and red bean cakes~" "Uncle Hu Zi, taro and milk tea~"

Next time, there were glutinous rice dumplings and taro and red bean soup, which made the two grown men hug one and kiss each other fiercely, and they only wanted to get married and have children as soon as possible.

In addition to the usual educational toys and martial arts room, they also chatter around people every day. Such intimacy with people is conducive to training the language system. As a mother, Wangshu is naturally happy to see this. At noon, she washes her children who come out of the martial arts room and dresses them up neatly, cutely and smartly. She even lets them pull out the old Wangcai, who is enjoying his retirement, with a flowery headscarf wrapped around his head, to do business, and play cutely with the customers who come with gifts.

In mid-November, the people who explored the terrain of Rehe reported back good news, and several people immediately prepared to finalize the decision to build a horse farm in Rehe.

However, at this time, military news arrived that Bazhou had lost its outer city to the joint attack of the Sichuan and Yong armies. Han Batian, who had been fighting to defend the city wall for two days and two nights, was exhausted and seriously injured. The military advisor's handwritten and stamped letter was urgently presented to the mansion.

With 80,000 troops, Sichuan and Yong held a significant numerical advantage. Bazhou was already preparing for guerrilla warfare, and the situation was not optimistic. According to Qin Xiuyuan's previous arrangements, the Jingzhou garrison commander, Zhang San, had led 20,000 troops to Bazhou day and night, while her cousin-in-law, General Zhang, had returned from Hangzhou County to Jingzhou to train new recruits.

The candlelight in the main room burned brightly all night. Bazhou's natural defenses and city walls were as solid as those of Tongguan. A single man could hold a thousand men at bay, yet the Sichuan and Yong provinces joined forces to attack! This was intended to force the Jingzhou troops outside Chang'an to return and relieve the city's siege.

General Qin used the emperor to command the princes, which was already the position of regent. Now that winter has come in the north, the food and grass reserves in Yaocheng have weakened. This is the best opportunity for the well-fed and well-armored Jingzhou army to attack the city. They have been holding on for several months and waiting for winter. With the peaceful evolution of Chang'an and victory in sight, how can they bear to fail at the last moment?

The next day, Wangshu sent an invitation to the Nanyang Prince's palace. The Nanyang Prince had 40,000 troops and asked him to lend them. As both sides were on guard, she arranged to meet at a restaurant in the city.

The restaurant was five stories high. Wangshu didn't have much faith in ancient architecture, so she arranged to stay in a private room on the third floor. She was escorted by the bearded Akbar and his soldiers. She hurried into the restaurant, wearing a veiled hat, and took her seat. From the window, she looked down at Luoyang City: the imposing houses, the bustling traffic, and the bustling atmosphere. The Prince of Nanyang, the local official, had arrived as scheduled, accompanied by his daughter, Zhou Yuefu.

This was the first time the three met. The pampered and well-maintained prince and his noble and beautiful daughter were very beautiful. She wore a light yellow open-chested short jacket and a waisted long skirt, and wore a crown of kingfisher feathers and jade flowers. She had the kind of natural and elegant demeanor of a person born with wealth and beauty. No wonder Li Fugui said that the Goddess of Luo River was just like this. She was indeed a rich and beautiful woman in the world, born white, rich and beautiful.

Holding his father's arm, the prince looked doting, and the father and daughter exchanged simple greetings with Wangshu.

In comparison, the middle-aged Wangshu was dressed in crimson Hu clothing, with a simple bun and no other accessories. From the appearance alone, he was much inferior.

"The princess is so ethereal that Wangshu feels ashamed of himself when he sees her."

There were sumptuous dishes, wine cups and vases of flowers. The King of Nanyang insisted on bowing in return, so Wangshu could only sit down first and exclaim in praise.

Zhou Yuefu was shy, and Prince Nanyang waved his hand and sat down. "Madam, there is no need to praise her. Three of her are not as good as one of you. She is extremely intelligent and capable. She is the worthy mistress of the Jingzhou Army."

Sincerity is the ultimate weapon. Wangshu shook his head and laughed, "Your Majesty, I am too kind. I just take things one step at a time and consider them one step at a time. Now that I have run into trouble, I was thinking of asking for your help."