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In February of the sixth year of Liang Anxi.

"Father, I'm going too."

Located in the palace of the king in Luoyang, there are rockeries and waterside pavilions where the smoke is curling up, and many servants are shuttling on the trails.

In the study room, a middle-aged man in white clothes is sitting, and a young man is standing beside him. Although they are a father and son, the middle-aged man does not look like a father, but an older brother. The handsomeness of the middle-aged man is even less than that of the standing boy.

The middle-aged man frowned, put away the edict he had just received, looked at his son and swept away the gloom again, flattened the map on the case, moved it to the left, patted the seat and said: "Qing'er, come and have a look."

Wang Bing sat down as usual, his father's voice was close at hand, and his white fingers pointed at Jiangshan: "Dad has been here before, and it was very cold in August and September, and they didn't dare to come here at this time." Giving birth to a child is also a death. There are more people who died of starvation and freezing than alive; and here, the generals defending the Great Wall are harassed by aliens several times a day, and the letters they always look forward to are getting more and more Few, many family members thought they were killed in battle."

Wang Bing knew that his father was persuading him in a different way. After thinking for a while, although he felt a sense of rebellious guilt in his heart, pointing to Luoyang City, he decided to say: "Father, this is Luoyang, and it has been our home for generations. There is no family. Now, what are you doing with your life?"

So Wang Bing followed the Taiwei and Wang Fu to set off together, and the Liang army, which is known as [-] but actually [-], marched to the outside of Luoyang City to defend against the enemy, but the confused emperor went underground after the army had just set up the first camp. The imperial decree is not an imperial decree on how to inspire the morale of the army, but it was given to Chen Huai, the king of Langya who is far away in Jiankang. The imperial decree is as follows: The emperor's government is weak, and I have few virtues. Although I flatter Hongxu, I cannot pray for eternal life, Shaolong Zhongxing... ... Now that the fierce Hu is forcing Beijing to drive me out, I am worried and afraid that I will collapse in one fell swoop.Qing pointed out that King Langya was ordered to be the prime minister, with the intention of proclaiming the truth, so that the regent would occupy the old capital of Jiankang, and repair the mausoleum and temple, which would be a great shame. "

King Langya, who was far away in Jiankang, was thrown off his prime minister's hat by surprise, and the soldiers defending the city were kept in the dark, with nowhere to scatter their blood, but they didn't know that a bigger conspiracy was coming.

Wang Bing walked into the main tent with hot and hot food: "Father, take a break and let Qing'er come."

Wang Fu was taken aback by surprise, hurriedly hid the things on the table in his sleeves, and said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "Qing'er, there are no father and son in the army. This place is not like being at home. You can come in and out at will."

The Taiwei used favoritism and fraud to get his son a marching Sima Dang, so he didn't have to fight in battle, and managed the army's Chinese books and occasional staff officers.But the military order is like a mountain, and the marching Sima, a small subordinate officer, can't enter and leave the main account at will without being notified.

Wang Bing obediently put down the porridge, retreated out, asked someone to report it again, walked in with a smile and bowed: "Then I would like to ask the Taiwei to eat first."

Wang Fu shook his head helplessly, picked up the bowl and drank it, Wang Bing couldn't sit next to him anymore, and stood on the right side like a pillar, when Wang Fu finished drinking the porridge, he glanced at the things on the table ——A yellow cloth map that has been altered and altered.

As soon as Wang Binggou turned his tail up, Wang Fu knew what he was going to do, and said, "Sit down and watch."

Sitting on the right side of Wang Fu, Wang Bing only watched for a few blinks, his brows knit into knots: "Father, this is an important way to transport grain, so it cannot be arranged like this."

Wang Fu: "Old General Fubo is good at defending battles. Although General Yiyi is young, he fought bravely to fight the enemy and served the country wholeheartedly. His kung fu is also the best among the generals. Why? Qing... Marching Sima! I think these two guard the grain not enough?"

Wang Bing took a pen and dipped it in ink, and crossed out the word "殄夷", "General Yi Yi was young and vigorous. The barbarians killed his wife and children. He went to the battlefield for revenge. Let him guard the food road, not only may he collide If you lose the old general, you will still be used by the enemy. Father, believe me, he can play a greater role in the front line,"

Sending a bloody person who only uses all his strength to use his strength on the enemy, and a calm and calm old man together, I am afraid that they themselves will start a conflict and blow up the food road.

Wang Fu showed embarrassment: "But he is Sima Ye's son, let him..."

Sima Ye was a great hero in the Seven Kings Rebellion, and he is still sick in Luoyang City, so he asked his son to go to the front line to charge. Not everyone can afford to carry it back. Besides, guarding the grain path is also a crucial job. If someone does sneak attack, it will take a strong person to stop it.

"Father, do you still care about love when you go to the battlefield? General Yiyi is too stern and will only rush to the front. You haven't seen how he eats and bites the enemy raw. He can't guard the way of food."

Wang Fu: "Let me think about it again. This is a big matter. I need to discuss with the generals before making a decision."

Wang sickly packed up the dishes and went back to the tent. Behind him was the sound of drums from the generals gathering. Not far away, a general hurriedly assembled and trotted all the way. He looked like a young general. On the top is a small white-faced bamboo pole.

Wang Bing recognized him, and hurriedly moved out of the way respectfully.The little white-faced general also noticed the little white-faced bamboo pole's king disease from a group of dark soldiers, and smiled at him, then turned and walked into the main tent.

It is definitely a good story that Jiang Qiming, a great talent in Yangzhou, abandoned literature and went to martial arts. Why do you say that Jiang Qiming is both civil and military?It is said that before Jiang Qiming, who was still in the water town of Jiangzhou, came to Luoyang, he beat up his already crippled wife. You didn't know how to go, and he left a famous saying: "Clear talk is more harmful to the country than a jackal! "Then he simply learned martial arts by himself, and came to Luoyang with a sword and the strategy of defeating the enemy from thousands of miles away.

At night, the soldiers in shifts patrolled outside the camp in a uniform order. The marching Sima was the army staff officer, and he could not participate in the generals' meetings without orders. It was time to arrive. Wang Bing just walked to the door of the main tent and saw Sima Wei, the Yiyi general, alone. Walking out of the main tent, Jiang Qiming, General Wenma, is behind him. The two feel a bit like yin and yang.Sima Wei saw Wang Bing but pretended not to see it, Jiang Qiming stepped forward and bowed, and said with a smile, "Wang Sima, I have something to ask you."

The two entered the tent, Jiang Qiming took two wine bottles, filled them with wine and lit a fire between the three tall feet, and the warm wine was brought to Wang Bing: "The army is exhausted, and it's not easy to bother others to warm the wine if you are hungry. , Wang Sima doesn't mind?"

Wang Bing took the wine bottle that was still warm with both hands: "It's a great fortune to be able to drink the wine warmed by the general himself."

The two of them drank the wine together, and occasionally in February, when it was cold in the spring, they could be accompanied by warm wine on a cool night, and the two drunkards warmed up the wine again in agreement.

Jiang Qiming's drinking capacity is not as good as Wang Bing's, his cheeks are pink, his eyes seem to be misty, "What the captain said just now coincides with me, unexpectedly it was Wang Sima's idea, I hit it off with Wang Sima, I want to become brothers with you, but what do you want?"

Wang Bing didn't want to cross the line and ask something that shouldn't be asked, but he also guessed that it was about replacing Sima Wei, and said with a smile: "It's really an honor to be brothers with such a hero as the general."

Jiang Qiming dropped the wine bottle and yelled haha, he seemed to be a little drunk: "Okay! Okay! Okay! Then how about Wang Sima Guigeng?"

Wang Bing: "Wang Qing's 23rd birthday has passed, and she is sick."

Jiang Qiming laughed and patted his thigh. The scholar-general turned into a general, and said proudly, "One year younger than me, good! I, Jiang Hui, have a younger brother from now on, come on, do it!"

He is an only child, and although his father is high and powerful, he treats his mother, Mrs. Chen well, and has no concubines. Mrs. Chen is sick and weak, and she died shortly after giving birth to Wang Bing. To commemorate Mrs. Chen and tell Wang that the most important thing in life is health and safety.There are as many cousins ​​in the family, but not many are close to him. Wang Bing only worked as a small secretary in Luoyang, and he didn't even have the chance to go to court. He also knows a lot of people, even this official junior, those cousins ​​don't bother to be with him, and there are only a handful of people in the clan who can talk to him.

Wang Bing thought to himself: he recognized his elder brother when he went out privately, and those cousins ​​would laugh at him for hanging out with low-level people again.

But in fact, Jiang Qiming gave him a pretty good impression, especially his thunderous famous quote was very pleasing to him, which was also a good thing.

Wang Bing didn't know whether to laugh or cry seeing him coming to toast to him empty-handed, but he emptied his toast. In fact, Jiang Qiming wasn't really drunk, and he didn't dare to be really drunk when he was in the army. Wang Bing knew that the discipline in the army didn't want to be drunk. After he was drunk, he called someone to help Jiang Qiming go back to his own tent.

Wang Bing sat for a while, got up to pick up the wine bottles and put them away, and after being notified, he went to the main tent, saluted respectfully: "See Taiwei."

Wang Fu's eyes were glued to the map, he glanced at his son, waved his hands and said, "I asked you to come and serve as a staff officer with the generals, you don't want it, do you want me to show off the limelight?"

Wang Bing: "General Wenma Jiang Qiming knew it was my idea, Taiwei, you are really ignorant."

Wang Fu nodded in praise and said, "His eyesight is no worse than yours. He is a rare talent. You two know each other? How come I don't know."

Wang Bing: "We have never met each other before, but we hit it off right away, so I recognize him as a righteous brother."

Wang Fu's face suddenly changed, and he yelled at Wang Bing: "What is his status? A grassroots in the countryside is worthy of being called brothers and sisters with our Wang family? You can't be with him, father warns you, don't get too close to him."

Wang Bing was taken aback, but he didn't dare to disobey his father. The concept of family status was too strong, and his weak rebuttal of "whatever the country bumpkin as long as I like it" seemed too insignificant, so he simply kept silent.

Wang Fu knew his son too well. Wang Bing declared his determination in such a way. Wang Fu was angry and had no choice.

"He wants to go by himself?" Wang Bing's small calculation was calculated by others. The best candidate to replace Sima Wei was General Wen Ma. This was what he figured out later and also the purpose of his coming to find Wang Fu.

Some people really hit it off just like that, as if the old acquaintances just didn't see each other overnight, and they turned over thousands of waters with lanterns to find each other before dawn.

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