Jiang Pengji looked at her, the memories in her mind becoming clearer and clearer.
In her memory, Wan Xiu 'er was gentle and intelligent. She was the standard aristocratic daughter of Hejian's aristocratic family, charming and gentle.
Now that they met again, she seemed to have changed into a different person. Her eyes seemed to have seen through the world.
Her husband had died, but she reacted as if a familiar stranger had died. She was frighteningly calm.
Although she was a prisoner, because she was Jiang Pengji's "old friend," Wan Xiu 'er did not suffer.
"Thank you."
Wan Xiu 'er bowed and followed the soldiers of the female battalion to the camp where the female prisoners were kept.
"Why are you stretching your neck?"
Jiang Pengji glanced at Feng Zhen impatiently.
The other party's weakness was caught, but he said calmly, "Everyone loves beauty. My lord, please let me look at such a beauty that suits your taste. Seeing too many broken walls, mountains of corpses, and seas of blood will inevitably affect your mood. Do you think this makes sense, my lord? "
"Nonsense!"
Jiang Pengji snorted and sent people to clean up the battlefield. Feng Zhen hurriedly followed. Cheng Jing, who was watching from the side, sighed and followed closely.
They had won the battle. The whole army was beaming with joy and their morale was high. The generals wanted to take advantage of this momentum and cross the Song River in one go. If they delayed for a while, when the enemy's reinforcements arrived, the two armies would have to face each other across the Song River. It would be a waste of time and energy.
However —
The strategists had the opposite opinion.
The Song River was vast, rapid, and precipitous. It was still winter, so there was no ice on the surface.
If they were not familiar with the water, wouldn't they give the enemy an opportunity to take advantage of them?
Moreover, the two armies had just gone through a big battle. They needed time to adjust their condition.
If they ignored everything and forced their way across the Song River, even if they reached the other side, they would be exhausted and powerless.
What was the difference between encountering the enemy and courting death?
Marching on water was different from marching on the road. Those who were not good at swimming would get seasick and their condition would deteriorate. They might even fall sick because they were not acclimatized. The Song River was not the Yi River. It was turbulent and not as smooth as the Yi River. If they were not good at swimming, wouldn't they die?
In addition, the strategists had their own considerations.
There is a saying in the Art of War: When a guest arrives at the end of the river, do not welcome him in the water.
This was the so-called "attacking halfway through", a very useful tactic.
Generally speaking, when two armies face each other across the river, when the enemy is halfway across the river, part of the enemy has already reached the shore, while the other part is still crossing the river. At this time, the front and the tail are not connected, and the formation is in chaos. If we go and annihilate the enemy, it will be advantageous to our side. If Jiang Pengji and the rest crossed the river without any preparation, the enemy would easily seize the opportunity. At that time, he would not be able to take care of both the front and the back, and he would not be familiar with water battles. He would definitely die.
For example, in the previous battle against the Northern Borderline, if the Northern Borderline did not panic first and instead took the opportunity to launch an attack while Jiang Pengji was "halfway through" — haha, the outcome of the battle would have been completely different. Unfortunately, the Northern Borderline was one step behind. They revealed a flaw first and were defeated by Jiang Pengji.
Jiang Pengji and Huang Song considered the opinions of the strategists. They simply set up camp near the Song River. The army rested for a few days before making any further plans.
In this great victory, Huang Song rejected the suggestion of splitting the loot 50-50. He took the initiative to take 40% of the spoils of war, while Jiang Pengji took 60%.
The generals under Huang Song's command were very unhappy with this decision, but they had to admit that Jiang Pengji's side had contributed the most in this breakthrough.
She had contributed the most, so naturally she had the right to take the biggest share.
Jiang Pengji let Wei Ci and Feng Jin deal with the captives, the military supplies, and the distribution of the remaining assets.
Wei Ci and Feng Jin had just left when Feng Zhen called out to them from behind.
He stopped in his tracks and turned to look at Feng Zhen, inquiring with his eyes.
They were busy now, so they did not have time to play with Feng Zhen.
"I heard that the lord entrusted the two of you with an important task. Zhen, I have a presumptuous request …"
It was rare for Feng Zhen to be so serious. He spoke in a genteel manner, even using the term "Zhen."
"What is it?" Feng Jin asked aloud.
Because of his personality, Feng Jin did not like Feng Zhen very much. Unfortunately, his lord was also an unrestrained and wonderful person, so Feng Jin could only try to get along with people like Feng Zhen. After working together for a long time, he slowly felt that Feng Zhen's bad habits were not unbearable.
Feng Zhen looked at Feng Jin, then at Wei Ci, his expression hesitant.
He wanted to pull one of them over to have a private conversation, but doing so would definitely offend the other person.
In that case, he might as well go all out.
"In this battle, there was someone among the female captives … You, you know."
Feng Zhen smiled and raised his eyebrows. The expressions of the two people in front of him darkened.
They didn't know!!!
Seeing this, Feng Zhen hurriedly used Jiang Pengji as a shield and said righteously, "Don't misunderstand. That woman is an old friend of the lord. But the lord was too busy and seemed to have forgotten about this. She was really worried that the female captives would be taken away by Huang Song and his group … "
Feng Jin and Wei Ci were speechless.
As if they would believe you!
In the end, it was Wei Ci who gave them face.
"Who is that woman?"
No matter how frivolous Feng Zhen was, he was still a good friend.
"She and the lord are both from Hejian County. She seems to be the widow of the defending general of Hanchang Pass. After asking around, her name is Wan Xiu 'er."
Wan Xiu 'er?
Wei Ci's eyes widened slightly and he stared at Feng Zhen for a long time.
Wei Ci was no stranger to the name Wan Xiu 'er.
The Jiang Dynasty was open-minded. After a woman married, she would continue to use her maiden name instead of the simple Wanshi of Feng.
Wei Ci could remember the name Wan Xiu 'er for two reasons.
First, this person made Feng Zhen change his mind.
Second, she was Changsheng's confidant — Feng You's birth mother.
If he remembered correctly, before Wan Xiu 'er remarried to Feng Zhen, she was indeed the wife of a general under the Meng's.
However, the situation in his past life and this life were different.
In his past life, the Meng's were annexed by Huang Song. Wan Xiu 'er's husband took advantage of the situation and defected to Huang Song. At that time, Feng Zhen was also working under Huang Song.
After Huang Song was hounded to death by the lord, Feng Zhen became loyal and even asked the lord for the widowed Wan Xiu 'er.
Now …
Fate was too wonderful for words!
Wei Ci said, "Okay, I'll remember this."
In fact, there was no need for Feng Zhen to come over to remind her. Jiang Pengji had not forgotten about this.
After she finished her business, she got up and went to the women's camp to see Wan Xiu 'er.
In any case, she was an old friend. She even killed her husband. It was only right to give her some preferential treatment.
"Do you want to keep your husband's family?" Jiang Pengji asked her. "If they are, it's not a problem to give them some food to eat."
Three concubines, six concubines, four maids who had slept with him, and five children, two boys and three girls.
With such a large lineup, one could imagine the days Wan Xiu 'er had spent in their backyard.
Wan Xiu 'er said, "Everyone has their own fate. Let's leave it to fate."
Leave it to fate?
Did that mean she didn't care?
Jiang Pengji was surprised. "Don't you want to leave a bloodline for your short-lived husband?"
A hint of coldness flashed in Wan Xiu 'er's eyes. The nails on her right hand almost dug into the flesh of her palm.
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