He was talking about luring the enemy, but he wasn't sure about it.
If it was really a luring tactic, how could it be like this for half a month?
Every morning, he received reports from scouts that Liu Xi's army and Huang Song's army had another night of fun. The general's mood was like a steamer.
On one hand, he told himself that it was the enemy's luring tactic to lure them out of Hanchang Pass.
On the other hand, he couldn't help but wonder …
Maybe it wasn't a luring tactic. Maybe the enemy was too arrogant?
At first, he was still very vigilant and determined.
However, as he missed the opportunity to annihilate the enemy again and again, he couldn't stay calm anymore.
According to the reports from scouts, Huang Song's and Liu Xi's armies were partying all night, except for basic patrols. They weren't on guard at all. If he was braver and took the opportunity to launch a sneak attack, the enemy might have been wiped out.
So what if it was bait set by the enemy?
They were so drunk that they didn't have the strength to fight. If they launched a sneak attack, Liu Xi would be shooting himself in the foot!
Faced with a dilemma, the general of Hanchang Pass was hesitant. He could only watch as the enemy camp burned brightly.
Jiang Pengji and Huang Song predicted that the general of Hanchang Pass would be suspicious and wouldn't send troops easily.
In order to put on a more realistic act and to let the soldiers relax and have a good New Year, they had really gone crazy in the first few days.
"Ah … What a carefree and happy day …"
Feng Zhen was wearing a crown and a belt. He wore a lacquered gauze crown on his head. It was proper attire, but his waist was loose and his clothes were crooked, revealing his thin collarbone and a small part of his chest. He leaned against the table and sat casually. He held a wine cup in his hand and was drunk. His cheeks were red.
Today was New Year's Eve. As usual, they had to gather for a New Year's banquet.
It was a festive day, so they naturally had to wear formal clothes. Even Feng Zhen, the prodigal son, took out the clothes that he hadn't worn many times.
"If every day is a New Year's Eve, what regrets would there be in life?"
Feng Zhen sighed. His peach blossom eyes were filled with tears and seemed to be flowing.
Feng Jin frowned and warned Feng Zhen in a low voice.
"Hanchang Pass can't wait any longer. They'll probably make a move soon. You should restrain yourself."
At first, Feng Jin really didn't like this unruly colleague who risked his life to court death. But now, he let him be.
She only hoped that he wouldn't make a fool of himself during the annual banquet.
Feng Jin was also dressed in formal attire, but he and Feng Zhen were two completely different styles.
If one were to say that Feng was a wanton man who indulged himself in the wilderness, then Feng Jin was a refined and courteous gentleman.
The former's sitting posture was casual, while the latter's hair was neatly combed.
"New Year's Banquet — burp!" Feng Zhen burped and said drunkenly, "Didn't the Lord say that we should act freely and not be restrained?"
Feng Jin resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
Feng Zhen said slyly, "Bestowing the same full moon, I wonder what's the situation on Wenzheng and Zaidao's side?"
When he thought about how he was enjoying himself while his colleagues spent the holidays with a pile of bamboo slips, Feng Zhen felt his whole body relax.
Feng Jin said with a headache, "You should stop."
If he liked to attract hatred so much, sooner or later he would be beaten to death with a gunny sack.
Feng Zhen smiled and pulled Li Yun, who was beside him. He said, "Hanmei, pour the wine. We won't go home until we're drunk tonight."
It wasn't that there were no conflicts between the civil and military officials under Jiang Pengji's banner, but the conflicts weren't that obvious.
Feng Langzi often hooked up with the military officials to drink in secret. Li Yun, the little angel, was humble and eager to learn. He often asked for guidance from a few teachers. With more communication, the estrangement and conflicts between them decreased. In addition, Jiang Pengji was skilled in both literature and martial arts. She tried her best to be fair and bring out the strengths of the civil and military officials. She didn't favor one and discriminate against the other. This made the overall atmosphere harmonious and the civil and military officials got along well.
Even if there were conflicts between the two sides, most of them would be resolved in private and wouldn't be brought out in the open.
Looking at the harmonious situation between the civil and military officials in the tent, Feng Jue, who was the "messenger" to Jiang Pengji, felt upset.
Most of Huang Song's military officials were from the Yuanshi family. They were considered Huang Song's clansmen. The two had a close relationship.
Although it was a good thing to "not avoid enemies and not avoid relatives," the military officials under Huang Song seemed to have a tendency to unite and fight against outsiders.
Under Huang Song's suppression, they didn't cause any trouble, but everything couldn't be compared …
Feng Jue drank a few glasses of wine on behalf of Huang Song and Jiang Pengji. He said his New Year's greetings and left with the excuse that he couldn't hold his liquor.
Seeing that, Feng Jin secretly informed Jiang Pengji and got up to follow him.
"Huaijie …"
Leaving the hot commander's tent, the cold wind and snow outside made Feng Jin shiver.
"Second brother …" Feng Jue turned his head upon hearing the sound and called out respectfully.
"Sigh …" Feng Jin sighed and said in a low voice, "We haven't seen each other for a long time. Let's find a place to have a drink or two and get together."
Although they were brothers, they hadn't even exchanged many letters since they parted ways in Shangjing, let alone celebrate the New Year together.
Feng Jue listened to his familiar tone and the corner of his mouth twitched.
"Second brother, I thought you didn't like to drink?"
He didn't usually touch alcohol, but now he was telling him to find a place to compete in drinking?
Was his second brother possessed by a wandering ghost?
Feng Jin pursed his lips and said helplessly, "I didn't like to drink in the past, but I have to train my tolerance."
The Lord and a group of colleagues were all alcoholics and would drink at every banquet. Feng Jin couldn't possibly be unique and use tea as a substitute for alcohol, right?
The two brothers found a place to drink. They set up a warming cauldron and arranged the sauce.
The cold wind was blowing outside, and the small hotpot was boiling. The meat slices and dry goods that were thrown in were quickly cooked.
Although they were alone, Feng Jin and Feng Jue did not talk about work. They just gathered together to reminisce about their youth.
"If you have time, remember to write a letter to Father and Mother." Feng Jin said, "When you left without saying a word, Father almost fainted from anger."
Feng Jue nodded. For a moment, he was filled with warmth. It was as if the cauldron in front of him was warming his heart and body.
Apart from the Feng brothers, Meng Heng was also sent by Jiang Pengji to visit Huang Song as a messenger.
Huang Song asked him to stay for a simple meal, and Meng Heng went to Nie Xun's place.
This time, Meng Heng even brought his wife, who had a protruding abdomen.
"It's easy to add flowers to embroidery, but difficult to provide timely assistance. If it weren't for Brother Xun and Sister-in-law's help, my wife might not have been able to keep her pregnancy. "
Meng Heng did not talk about work. He only mentioned the help that Nie Xun and his wife had given them.
Now that it was the New Year, they naturally had to send generous gifts to Nie Xun and his wife. Otherwise, would they not be ingrates?
This was a personal relationship. Nie Xun had no excuse to reject Meng Heng and his wife's goodwill.
If there was a first, there would be a second. It was a good start, and it would be convenient for them to come and go in the future.
After a simple meal, Meng Heng carefully helped his wife into the carriage and let the coachman drive the carriage away.
Although Meng Heng was a gentleman, a gentleman also had a mind.
He deliberately let the carriage drive slowly and passed by Yuan Xin's residence. He just happened to pass by Yuan Xin, who had just returned drunk.
Yuan Xin's whole body was steaming. He burped and his eyes were drunk.
"Hmph … Nie Xun … Burp … This child … He's close to Liu Xi … Burp …"
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