Urakokou.

The turbulent river water rolls from east to west.

The continuous camp stood on both sides of the river. The Jiangbei camp was extremely silent. The tiger-wolf-like northern army was extremely tired. At this time, just by the river, a heroic general stood on the riverside on a war horse.

This man has a tiger's back and a bear's waist, his facial features are like a knife carving, his eyes staring at the turbulent river water, looking at him.

"Your Highness." Standing next to the war horse was a monk. The monk was wearing plain clothes, which seemed a bit ridiculous: "The latest news is that Sheng Yong and others summoned military horses in Yangzhou and other places to try to fight again."

"The Lone King knows." The general sighed and his eyebrows were locked deeper: "The Lone King has been fighting for twenty years, and he has never been afraid of the great difficulties. He has been fighting for countless military achievements since the rebellion. It is a pity, a pity."

"Does Your Highness want to say that your Highness swept the world, but he can't do anything about this Yangtze River?"

The one next to the monk was the King of Yan. At this time, the King of Yan laughed at himself, his eyes still bright: "Yes, as long as the Lone King is on the horse, there will be no one to stop him, but riding a horse can't cross the river. Zhu Yunwen's boy proposed to trample the river and govern..."

The monk said coldly: "Your Highness can't see that this is Zhu Yunwen's delay? Your Highness, if you don't enter Nanjing, you will be famous for your name. The whole world is in Nanjing. If Your Highness makes peace, you will only lose everything."

The King of Yan smiled loudly: "The Lord is just a joke. Now, crossing the river will make you a decisive world. If you can only cross the river, you can only die. What are you afraid of death?" He waved his whip forward with a bold whip, pointing to the opposite river bank, and said: "The Lord of You must cross the river!"

The monk said: "A year ago, I thought that the Yan army might cross the river, so I ordered Ling Xue to lurk in Zhenjiang. I just don't know if she could persuade Lu Feng. Lu Feng and Your Highness had also had a friendship. If he was willing to surrender, the big thing could be settled."

King Yan pondered, "It's hard. Although Lu Feng has some friendship with the Gu Wang, his character is known. The Gu Wang knows that all the initiative is in his hands at this time, and he will not surrender easily. As for Ling Xue, this girl is still too young after all, and it may be enough for her to find out the news, but it is not easy for her to tell Lu Feng."

As he was speaking, he suddenly saw countless boats coming out of the water camp opposite the river. The ship led by him had the words "Guardian Lu" written on it.

King Yan was stunned and couldn't help but say, "Do they want to cross the river and attack? No, unless Lu Feng is crazy, it is impossible for him to cross the river and take the initiative to attack. They are tigers across the river, and if they cross the river, they will be vulnerable."

The monk said, "Your Highness, look at the white sails hanging on the boat, they are here to surrender!"

The King of Yan couldn't help but be excited, and suddenly turned over and dismounted, stepped on the mud until the river flooded its knees, looked into the distance, took a long and deep breath, and the tiger's eyes flashed with glory: "God bless the Lonely King!"

………………………………………………………………

Hao Fenglou was taken to the camp to put under house arrest. He had already expected that Lu Feng had no choice and would definitely surrender. So although he was detained, he was in a good mood. He ate when he should eat and sleep when he should sleep. Several military soldiers had searched his body, fearing that there would be weapons hidden on him, but he searched his beautiful wife Ruyun. A military soldier asked, "What book is this?"

Hao Fenglou replied lightly: "Good book."

The military soldiers were illiterate, but they called an old bookkeeper in the camp who knew how to read the book. After reading it, the old bookkeeper was excited and his white beard trembled. In the end, he returned the book to Hao Fenglou and smiled bitterly: "It is not beneficial for young people to read too many of these books."

Hao Fenglou smiled harder than him. He was placed under house arrest here, and there was no other entertainment. There was only one such book. It would be impossible to be beneficial to his body and mind.

A few days passed in a row.

Ling Xue finally arrived.

Seeing Hao Fenglou leaning against the bed reading, he couldn't help but respect him a little. At this time, he was still in the mood to read. He used to think that he was good at everything, but his character was a bit misconduct. Now it seems that frivolity is just his appearance.

People who read books can always give people a subtle respect.

Ling Xue smiled and said excitedly: "The King of Yan went south and arrived at the camp."

"Is that true?" Hao Fenglou hurriedly hid the book and said calmly: "What's the situation? Can I recover my freedom now?"

Ling Xue told the story. After Lu Feng returned to the camp, he made a quick decision and immediately led a boat across the river. King Yan walked over and greeted him. He held Lu Feng's hand and said, "Governor Lu's grace to survive, the lonely king remembered it in his heart."

When Hao Fenglou heard this, he complained: "If it weren't for me, how could he have lived."

"The King of Yan didn't know at that time." Ling Xue explained patiently.

Hao Fenglou said: "Do you know after that?"

Ling Xue said solemnly: "The Yan army has crossed the river in a mighty way. I went to meet the King of Yan in person. I told you the whole story. The King of Yan is very interested in you. He said he would never have such a strange person in Zhenjiang."

Hao Fenglou said, "What did King Yan say to reward me?"

It’s not that Hao Fenglou is anxious. He is most afraid of King Yan and Hao Fenglou in the past. He is the kind of person who throws everything away from his prostitutes and does not give money after he gets a job. He is a weak scholar and a disabled second-generation ancestor. Can he still be armed and gets money?

Ling Xue pursed her lips and smiled: "Your Highness wants to see you."

See me?

Hao Fenglou was a little surprised and said, "When will we meet?"

Ling Xue said: "Now."

Hao Fenglou couldn't help but be speechless.

The summoning of the King of Yan was beyond his expectations, because although he was confident that he had indeed made contributions, the King of Yan had just gained a foothold in Zhenjiang and was in vain. He must have no time to do it now. He just summoned him now, but he didn't know what the King of Yan was thinking.

But when I thought about it, it was understandable. Although I didn’t know how the King of Yan persuaded Lu Feng to surrender in history, now Lu Feng’s surrender has a lot to do with him. If it weren’t for him, the King of Yan might have died without a place to bury him. Perhaps others wouldn’t know about such a great contribution, but would the King of Yan not know about it?

Hao Fenglou was not polite and said to Ling Xue: "Since that's the case, let's go to see His Highness King Yan now."

I couldn't help but feel a little expectant. Hao Fenglou seemed to want to hum a song to show that he wanted to make a fortune.

However, there are pros and cons of the summoned King of Yan.

If you make great contributions, if you give them directly, the benefits will be fixed. However, once you summon, the amount of this reward may be based on the impression of the King of Yan. The master, the old man, wants to analyze and understand the human heart of every woman. The woman's emotions are very unfixed. If you are happy, you are willing to entrust everything to the other party, but if you feel bad, you will be unlucky.

This psychological analysis is also true when applied to men. Hao Fenglou couldn't help but become particularly serious about this summoning.

Ling Xue looked up and down at Hao Fenglou and said, "Your clothes are worn and your body is dirty. It's better to take a shower and change your clothes first and see King Yan again."

Hao Fenglou shook his head and said, "No, Your Highness of Yan is busy with all kinds of things every day, so we should not delay his kung fu." But he was thinking in his heart, if I go to see the King of Yan glamorously, how can I show that I have both contributions and hard work? The first impression of a person is very important. Of course, the more you are, the better.

Ling Xue didn't understand the truth, but she also thought Hao Fenglou's words made sense and said, "Then let's go now."

I got into a carriage, but I don’t know how long it took to arrive at a camp. Hao Fenglou was waiting in. Ling Xue called him: “Wait.”

Hao Fenglou stopped, Ling Xue's face slightly red face rolled up Hao Fenglou's sleeves: "It's too wrinkled. You are always so careless. What should I do in the future? Be careful to reply after entering."

Hao Fenglou nodded, took a deep breath and walked into the big tent.

As soon as he entered the tent, the smell of salted fish suddenly became stinking. Hao Fenglou thought he had gone wrong, so he looked closely and felt chills.

The tent was brightly lit, and there was a burly man in regular clothes inside, who looked like a butcher, sitting upright on a chair, resting his feet in the copper basin in front of the chair, and the heat was steaming in the basin.

Foot soaking...

Is this the King of Yan?

Your Highness, King Yan, this is how you summon me? You don’t respect intellectuals!

King Yan enjoyed his feet soaking, and the one sitting on the side was a monk. The monk was ugly, but he insisted on looking at a happy and contented manner because he was also soaking his feet.

There is also a pair of smelly boots and foot-binding strips on the edge of the copper basin.

Hao Fenglou hates cold.

When Zhu Di saw Hao Fenglou coming in, he laughed and said, "Is it Mr. Hao? How many offensive?"

Hao Fenglou had no choice but to say, "The student has met Your Highness."

Zhu Di nodded and looked at Hao Fenglou, as if he thought Hao Fenglou was too young. Originally, he was just a whim to summon Hao Fenglou, but seeing Hao Fenglou was so old, he couldn't help but wonder, this person was really what Ling Xue said, the scholar who had rumored that even the court had been deceived, and made a quick decision to assassinate the court's spies and persuaded Lu Feng?

Zhu Di was puzzled, looked at the monk, then laughed and said, "Okay, heroes are young." He immediately said, "The Lone King is in Peiping, and most of the time he wears boots in and out. The boots are heavy and very scrubbing, so he has the habit of soaking feet. Young Master Hao might as well give it a try." He did not allow Hao Fenglou to refuse and winked at the waiter beside him.

The waiter brought a copper basin and brought a chair.

Hao Fenglou was so amused that he simply became generous and took off his shoes and socks. He was placed under house arrest in the military camp for several days without washing. His feet were also extremely odorous, which immediately made King Yan and the monk dimly. Hao Fenglou felt proud: "I finally didn't suffer any loss."

After soaking his feet in hot water, he talked too much. Zhu Di said lightly: "Young Master Hao, are you from Songjiang?"

Hao Fenglou said: "Yes."

Zhu Di said: "It is said that you are a descendant of Mr. Hao?"

Hao Fenglou's grandfather did become the Minister of State, and Hao Fenglou nodded.

Zhu Di sighed, "The Gu Wang and Ling Zu also met several times." He did not delve into it, and Hao Fenglou vaguely guessed that his grandfather would probably not be able to deal with Zhu Di, otherwise why would he just stop when he was on the right track?

Zhu Di's eyes sank, his eyes became dark, and he said lightly: "You are a descendant of a famous family. With this family background, why should you serve the Lone King?"

Zhu Di went straight in one shot, quite sharp.

Judging from Hao Fenglou's various behaviors, Zhu Di did not believe that Hao Fenglou was just pursuing Miss Lu. He believed that Hao Fenglou had a unique meaning, and this profound meaning was to assist himself and seize Zhenjiang.

But why did this young man do this? Zhu Di couldn't understand.

Hao Fenglou felt relieved and knew that the critical time was coming.

He pondered for a moment: "Because the King of Yan will win." When he said this, Hao Fenglou's old face couldn't help but blush, but he was not thick-skinned enough.
Chapter completed!