Moonlight is like water

"Yibula is a strategy for the enemy to attack from a distance," Cheng Qiyun said: "The arrogant Oirat declined because of the rise of the Tatar tribe, and it retreated to a corner of the northwest and could not develop. Moreover, Boyan Meng made various harsh restrictions on them, such as kneeling and not sitting, crown tassels only have four fingers, and it is unnecessary to eat meat and not use a knife, it is completely to insult them and destroy their will.

As the legitimate grandson of the Heavenly Saint Khan Yesen and the king of the grassland for many years, Yibula was insulted so that he could not even raise his head in front of his tribesmen. He must have accumulated a long and deep hatred of Boyan Mengke. Therefore, if he was willing to agree to Yin Qi's alliance conditions, you can use your troops on Boyan Mengke with confidence, and the threat from the Western Oirat can be ignored for the time being."

"Is that right? In a winter of bloody battle, how many lives have been spent to conquer this country? How can we say that we give up? The men on the grassland are heroic, but this does not mean that they are just a thorn in the war. They are cunning like a fox. The grassland is fighting for hegemony is like grabbing a mountain in the green forest. It is not a dead end, so there is no reason to bet on everything!" The Hongniang immediately refuted.

Very subtle scene.

This is Cheng Qiyun's big tent. It seems to be an ordinary Mongolian tent on the outside, but it is laid out in the inside. The tables and chairs are elegant and expensive Central Plains mahogany furniture, and the cups, plates and plates are all the best porcelains in Jingdezhen. The garland curtains and the carpets are soft. Even the residences of Mongolian princes and princes are not so generous and particular.

In order to meet the local suppliers, the tables and chairs in front use long Mongolian-style tables. There are still futons on the carpet. Now Yang Ling is sitting in the center, next to him is Adni, with a sweet face.

She was delicious beef and mutton, but now she was using a small silver knife to pick up the fat and delicious parts, cut them out one by one, and then put them into Yangling's mouth, holding the cup in both hands, and sweetly persuaded him to drink. Her watery eyes were filled with tenderness and sweetness. She just stared at Yangling and ate the fat mutton with her hands, but she didn't touch her bite. Perhaps in her heart, Yangling is the most delicious piece of hand-stepping mutton now.

In front, Cui Youcheng Zuo, each sitting on the case. The seats of the two people were far away from Yang Ling. They couldn't reach them even if they were willing to put down their airs and fight against Lu Bu.

Cui Ying'er felt a little angry when she saw this scene, but Adni was Yang Ling's legitimate concubine. It was natural for him to serve her husband. What's so angry about you? This anger had to be spread on Cheng Qiyundi.

Cheng Qiyun was disappointed and suffocated. Yang Ling shook her head and said, "Otherwise, this makes sense. Among all the troops, your power is still the weakest now. You can't guard the mountain and the foundation of the pass to consider the battle formation on the grassland when you are in the pass.

They are nomadic tribes. It is easy and simple to build a camp. You must not hesitate to abandon it. You must adapt to this. Where there is a pasture is their home. Although there is a large range of activities, they must have their own circle of power, but there is constant flow within it.

You are actually a little too hasty when you build a city in the Onon River. Once it is completed, it will be a ties and a burden. Once an enemy attacks, can you still decide to defend or leave? Your belongings are all invested there."

"Yeah!" Cui Ying'er was scolded, lowered her head and responded, and took a sip of wine suddenly. Her eyes immediately turned red: After so long, she finally saw him. She had never pulled her hands before. But she was scolded by him first, and she felt really uncomfortable.

Yang Ling said the more he became more and more harsh: "Building a city on the grassland must be done when your power is strong enough. Now you must not worry about the gains and losses of a certain time and place. What do you want now? As long as you have enough people and enough cattle and sheep, you will have power. The grassland area only belongs to such a strong person, and whoever is stronger is his own.

Since your Onon City has accommodated the weak and weak women and children of various tribes to win the hearts of the people, it does not have to be withdrawn. However, the city must be moved eastward to the vicinity of Halawen Mountain. You are familiar with mountain combat, and the Mongols' war horses are a weakness in this place. In this way, you only need to send a few armed forces to ensure their safety."

"Yes!" Cui Ying'er lowered her head, feeling more and more sad.

"Remember, you have no foundation on the grassland. Once you are defeated, you will have no chance to make a comeback. Your power is the weakest. Now you are going well. Although the White Army troops are brave and good at fighting, there is another reason, that is, the strongest forces have not regarded you as their main target. Once the war begins in full in the future, do you know what to do?"

"The real war is coming soon. Your combat method must be to concentrate superior forces, turn few soldiers but have many soldiers. No matter how many ways you come, I will only go all the way to annihilate the enemy's vitality, and achieve the strategic goal. At that time, a large area of ​​grassland will be at your fingertips. Before this, you must not fight in one place, otherwise you will suffer, do you understand?"

"Yes!" Cui Ying'er's tears were about to fall.

"Also, you shouldn't come tonight, you should go back to your camp directly. You have a great relationship. Don't rely on your own martial arts skills. You must know that there are people outside of others, and there is heaven beyond the sky. What if someone finds your traces and all your previous efforts are wasted? From now on, you must remember that you are Yang Ying, Yang Ying, the leader of the White Army. You have to believe what you have to do so that you will not be noticed suspicious. Remember?"

"Yes!" A teardrop fell into the wine glass with a clatter, slight ripples.

"Remember it?"

Cui Ying'er came up on the ground with a fire. She raised her head suddenly, glanced at him, and said hard: "Remember!"

Yang Ling didn't care about her attitude. He smiled with satisfaction and slowed down his voice and said, "Well, then, how are you talking about the negotiations with Yin Qi now? What are the conditions for her?"

Night has come, but the people on the grassland have not fallen asleep too early.

The Nadam Conference is about to be held, and some nearby herders are coming one after another. People shouted and neighed horses, which was very lively. As soon as the living Buddhas invited to chant scriptures and sacrifices at the Nadam Conference entered the town, the horns were ringing, and onlookers were crowded by the roadside, and the lanterns and torches were as bright as daytime, and no one fell asleep.

Business people took this opportunity to open stalls on the grassland, with hawking sounds one after another, and leisurely shopping and making trouble. It is the most prosperous place among Mongolian tribes. It is still quite urban.

Yang Ling was walking leisurely in the lively market with his hands on his back, observing the humanity of the Duoyan tribe.

Because of her special appearance, Adni was worried that she would be with her side and attract others' attention to Yang Ling. His safety was crucial, so Adni had to stay in the tent and not follow her. However, before Yang Ling could go out, she happily called someone to boil water and bathe her. This made Cheng Qiyun choke in her ears.

The Hong Madam was scolded by him in public, and he made excuses that he would not come on the pretext of inconvenience to change the women's clothing. Yang Ling did not persuade him. The faint attitude made the Hong Madam even more sad. Cheng Qiyun forced herself to suppress her joy and winked at Yang Ling. Yang Ling said that she had never seen her and came to the market with Cheng Qiyun.

After a leisurely walk around for a while, I bought a few uncommon jewelry in the Central Plains. Yangling saw a camp not far away very lively. There was a big fire in front of the camp, and high flames were burning. Some ashes in the dark red night sky were rolling up and down with the steaming air waves.

Next to the fire was a group of girls singing and dancing. They had long sleeves and loud singing. When they jumped and turned around, the bells hanging around their waists jingled, which was very pleasant. They were all pretty, and they were very similar in height. It seemed that they were not the daughters of nearby herders, but specially selected domestic makis.

The camp was set outside the town where the heavy army was guarded. It seemed that it was not the powerful nobles among the three guards of Duoyan, but it should have a considerable power. Nadamu came to participate and actually brought these many dancers.

When Yangling saw that there were many local people watching, he happily walked over. Cheng Qiyun accompanied him. Although she was wearing a fat Mongolian woman's robe, her gait was still swaying. Even in the night, she attracted many people's covetous gazes.

Around them, there were many men, who were like merchants or tourists, who were all drawn from the inner factory and handed over to Cheng Qiyun's secretly mastered elites. They had been trained to become elite subordinates like special forces soldiers. They seemed to be walking around absent-mindedly, but formed a tight guard circle that was loose on the outside and tight on the inside in the position around them, firmly guarding the two of them in the middle.

The curtain of the tent was lifted, and the situation inside was visible from a distance. A short bearded man was sitting on the case after a few cases. There was a charming and charming woman in the left and right snuggled up to her, holding a cup and urging her to drink, and holding chopsticks and cloth dishes. After the case on both sides, many men were also laughing and drinking. Look at their clothes, there were Han and Meng people, and the thin man in the middle was even more obvious to the Central Plains people.

Yang Ling smiled and watched the girls dancing lightly. Their faces were filled with sweet smiles, their hands were put on their soft waists, and when the feet of short boots were kicking forward, they exposed their slender calves wrapped in white silk pants under their robe, full of youthful vitality.

Cheng Qiyun stood beside Yang Ling, smiling faintly, and her face was as beautiful as a flower, but as she looked, she suddenly frowned, and a trace of doubt and alertness flashed in her eyes. She observed around, then took a few steps slightly, raised her hand and glanced at her hair, and immediately a figure came up quietly. Cheng Qiyun whispered a few instructions to the man, and the man responded quietly and disappeared in the night.

After Cheng Qiyun finished giving the order, she saw Yang Ling still watching the girls dancing with relish, so she approached and smiled and said, "Why, do you want to taste the taste of Mengniang?"

Yang Ling glared at her with a slight angrily and said, "Let's go, the night is getting darker, let's go back."

Yang Ling looked at the girls singing and dancing, and was about to turn around and leave, but his eyes flashed. Suddenly, his steps paused, and a thoughtful look appeared on his face. He hesitated for a moment before he stepped again.

There were fewer tourists and stalls selling goods. Yang Ling walked farther away and turned his head to look back. He could only see the bonfire in front of the tent and the shadows of the people. Then he said to Cheng Qiyun: "Check the origin of the group of people in the tent immediately."

Cheng Qiyun's eyes rolled around and responded with a smile on her face, "Yes, I'll send someone to check it out immediately. What's the problem?"

Yang Ling said again: "You have also arranged a lot of people here, right?"

Cheng Qiyun said: "Yes, but in this nomadic tribe outside the border, the most difficult thing to find out is the origin of a person. People from the same tribe, because the grasslands are vast and they are grazing, many of them don't know each other. Not to mention outsiders, we can actually take advantage of so many people here.

Now that you are here, safety is crucial. Since it is better to be careful than to investigate, I have transferred most of my men back to be responsible for the prevention and warning of your residence inside and outside. In addition to the need to send messages everywhere and track and monitor the heads of various branches of the grassland, there are not many people sent out."

She glanced at Yang Ling and asked, "Have you found something wrong?"

Yang Ling smiled and said, "Maybe I'm suspicious. You didn't find anything wrong?"

Cheng Qiyun thought for a while and said, "The owner in the tent is obviously a Han man. The Han man is so generous and wealthy here, he should be a businessman who walks outside the pass all year round."

Yang Ling whispered and said without comment: "What else?"

"And...... His guards and entourage have many light steps and sharp eyes. They should be good at family. Could it be that the adults suspect...?"

Yang Ling shook his mind: "Walking outside the pass, you must have strong martial arts. Those who have made a lot of money from outside the pass should recruit a group of powerful followers and bodyguards around him. He is a Han Chinese, with a lot of power and a lot of gold, and he is a good match for the clouds. This is normal, and it is not surprising."

Cheng Qiyun had a faint smile in her eyes, and she covered her lips and coughed lightly. She said, "What do you think is suspicious of him?"

Yang Ling thought, "If he was a businessman, what should he be here for at this moment?"

Cheng Qiyun said: "Of course, we took advantage of the aristocrats of various tribes to gather in Duoyanwei to do some big business."

Yang Ling said: "From his style, whether it is for sale or purchase, it must be a large pile business, and there must be many cars and horses used. However, around his camp, have you seen that the guardrail is full of horses, and there is a long-distance Mongolian war horse, but there is no car. What about his goods? How to transport it to and from?

The merchant cannot get up early without profit. Even if he came this time just to meet some Mongolian powerful people and pave the way for future business, it would not be in vain to come without bringing goods."

"Maybe...... He also coveted the status and beauty of Queen Yinqi, and wanted to participate in Nadamu and try the throne of this queen's husband." Cheng Qiyun was still teasing him.

"Then he wouldn't be drinking and roaming at this time."

"What the lord said is that this person is indeed a bit suspicious. After I go back, I will send someone to investigate and monitor him." Cheng Qiyun said with a smile.

Her smile was very cute. Yang Ling couldn't help but shave her nose affectionately when she saw it. Cheng Qiyun grimaced at him mischievously, and the smile on her face became even sweeter.

Once upon a time, she liked to show her superior skills the most. Now, she would rather make Yang Ling think that he was the only one who discovered something strange. Seeing Yang Ling's sword eyebrows slightly frowning and his thoughtful look, she felt extremely cute and charming.

It turns out that making the man you love wise and powerful is more fulfilling than to predict things like a god.

It turns out that if you make the person you like happy, you will be happier.

It turns out that being a little woman is more satisfied than being a strong woman.

Cheng Qiyun narrowed her eyes slightly, and the bird leaned against Yang Ling, and a slight intoxication arose in her heart.

When we returned to the camp, the night was getting deeper, and there were only a few places in the camp. However, as soon as Yang Ling and others stepped into the camp, guards wearing swords and swords kept flashing from the darkness and asking about their identities.

When we arrived at the core area, there were several patrol teams quietly walking around the camp tent, guarding the servants carefully.

"Stop!" With a light shout, a team of patrolers came up. Although Yang Ling and others came to the central camp after layers of inspection, they still did not dare to be careless.

The lantern was raised and shone on Yang Ling's face. Cheng Qiyun whispered: "His name is Xi Bin. It was originally the first batch of internal factory guards trained by Liu Biao and the others. At that time, they were already a hundred households and were very alert and capable."

Xi Bin also saw Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun in half-dressed outfit, and hurriedly bowed and said, "Dude, Cheng Shitou, you are back."

Cheng Qiyun responded and said, "Well, we are back. We will strengthen patrol and guard, go."

"Yes!" Xi Bin responded with his knife, bowed to Yang Ling and the others, waved his hands, and took the guards to dodge.

Cheng Qiyun opened all the guards following the left and right, and then she looked forward to her wonderful eyes and said with a smile: "Where are you resting?"

Yang Ling then realized something was wrong. The three tents in front were arranged in the shape of the finished font. The top in the middle was where they were discussing in the evening, which was Cheng Qiyun's residence. On the left was Adni's residence. In the small window crack, a line of light was faintly exposed. On the right was Hong Niang's tent, which was pitch black.

Yang Ling hesitated for a moment, clenched his fists and coughed lightly, and pointed at Adni's residence with his teeth.

Cheng Qiyun laughed at her feet, and Yang Ling's face felt a little hot.

Cheng Qiyun's eyes were filled with bright light, and under the stars and moonlight, it was like a pair of shining gems: "Then... Yun'er went back to her room to sleep. Adults... rest early."

Gentle and graceful, when he walked to the front of the tent, the curtain was lifted, and the light came out through the curtain. Cheng Qiyun suddenly looked back and smiled, and flashed into the room.

Yang Ling let out a sigh, turned his head and looked at the silent camp of Hongmao. After a while, he walked towards Adni's room. He lifted the curtain and stepped in. Yang Ling couldn't help but be stunned. The lights in the tent were bright, and the brocade bed had been put down. However, there was no Yi Ren in the thin curtain.

He had just turned around and wanted to go out to find someone to ask. A figure next to him flashed, and a man with a soft and graceful jade body had already rushed into his arms...

There are soft grass under your feet, and stepping on it is like stepping on an expensive Persian carpet, soft and elastic.

This large grassland is filled with about a hundred tents, all of which are guards stationed here in various identities. However, despite this, Xi Bin did not dare to be careless at all. Although he was guarding the last level, he was tightly surrounded by three core tents, although the responsibility for patrolling here is the most serious, in fact, the least things are actually happening.

He was still young, just thirty years old. He was just a small captain in the left slaughter camp of the Shenji Camp, but he accidentally entered the inner factory and soon became a householder with his shrewdness and strength. He was satisfied. He thought that he would be content to get to this position in his life, but unexpectedly, the elites of the inner factory were all separated overnight, and disappeared from light to darkness into the vast sea of ​​people...

From then on, he was transferred to the Great Wall. Now he has his own pasture, with more than 20 herders and slaves, and he also bought two young and beautiful concubines, and was respected by ordinary local shepherds to be called Mr. Xi.

He cherishes everything in front of him very much, and he also believes that as long as he follows the government, he will have more and more. Yang Ling and Cheng Qiyun are his parents of food and clothing. Whoever dares to touch them is to be unable to get along with him, Master Xi, or destroy his job and his future, the knife in his hand will be cut down without hesitation.

There were only two shifts in a night, and it took an hour and a half to change shifts to rest. Xi Bin looked up at the bright moon in the sky, clutched the hilt of the knife that was covered with heat, and continued to wander tirelessly.
To be continued...