The letter was sent urgently by horse.

The messenger said that he was going to send the news to Wangcheng. Whoever wanted to pass by the Baiqiu Station heard the postman say that the major general was stationed there, and he went straight to this place and presented a private letter.

Chi Xiaochi opened the letter, and inside was the handwriting of General Shi Jinghong.

Chi Xiaochi read the whole letter, his face was slightly heavy.

Chu Ziling: "My son, what's wrong?"

Chi Xiaochi handed him the stationery. "There is something wrong."

Chu Ziling hesitated a little: "Son, this is not compliant ..."

Chi Xiaochi snorted: "The son-in-law is absent, so please speak less with me. I will let you see and see."

This remark was right in Chu Ziling's heart.

In the mind of Shi Zingyun, he was indeed better than the diseased bone.

Now the son-in-law is healing in his account, not near, and Chu Ziling can pry a little or two.

He took the letter, glanced at it, and couldn't hide his consternation: "Dingyuan was broken by the city three days ago?"

"Yes. Xu is the Daqingshan gangster who sold the news of Uncle Wen's injury to the southern Xinjiang people."

Chi Xiaochi frowned, complained in his mouth, and scorched his face, "So is Uncle Wen! His temper is always so irritable. Victory or defeat is a matter of soldiers, how can he spit out blood? Now I have more injuries, I don't know ..."

Chu Ziling went to one side to get the map of military defense in the southern Xinjiang, spread it out on the desk case, his eyes were quiet: "... boy, look at the picture."

After listening to what he said, Chi Xiaochi gathered his anxiety: "Yes. Picture."

They were thousands of miles away and couldn't help. Shi Jinghong naturally knew this. In addition to calling him to Zhennan Pass, he had a second-level purpose.

Whenever there is an emergency in the frontier, Shi Jinghong will write a letter stating the situation of the battle. The purpose is not to let Shi Dingyun be anxious, but to write down the response method and send it back to Zhennan Pass.

In fact, whenever the letter was sent out, most of the crisis had been resolved, so this was just a father's irregular examination of his son.

As for the third meaning implied in this letter, probably only Chi Xiaochi and Shi Jinghong knew it.

The problem is Dingyuan City, so it is clear at a glance who is the inner responder.

If Shi Dingyun is still a little white-haired fox, he wo n’t doubt his nest. Shi Jinghong is a familiar red-tailed old fox. He is quite sober. He does n’t ask what he should do, but only talks about military affairs. The wording is the same as in previous letters.

Moreover, Shi Jinghong considered one more level than Chi Xiaochi. He was afraid that the straight men from the generals such as Wen Feiru were too honest and could not deceive the eyes of the people in Southern Xinjiang. He simply made up an excuse for hurting him and told him this time Don't come out to meet people.

The words come back.

Chi Xiaochi asked Chu Ziling: "How do you think Dingyuan City should defend itself?"

Chu Ziling kneeled in front of the map, pointed to several places, and talked about his feelings.

After Chi Xiaochi shared his memory with Shizuo Yun, he can tell that the several decisions he made were not bad, but they were a bit rough and missed a few details.

Chu Ziling does not do the self-digging.

He has been undercover for many years, and has a good grasp of Shun Yun's ability.

Sustaining Yunxin's mind is quite simple, and only uses one-chance calculations for the enemy, without easily doubting his own.

This is a good thing, but if Chu Ziling thinks that he is right and wants to stop at a time when he stops at the parade formations he has been practicing since childhood, it is tantamount to find his own way.

He watched as Shi Dingyun wrote down his war strategy one by one, and supplemented his "missing" place with a sigh of relief.

"Don't worry, I won't fight for the merits." Shi Zingyun set aside his words and wrote down generously, "I will tell you what is your idea in the letter, and I will speak for you in front of my father."

Chu Ziling's eyes narrowed: "Thank you for your love."

Shi Dingyun was frank and honest. He took the cinnabar pen, circled the first half of the strategy, and noted that it was Chu Ziling's strategy.

Chu Ziling looked at such a sincere, innocent and stupid major general, and he felt a sense of pity.

The strategy of solid defense is written, followed by the strategy of defending the enemy.

Chu Ziling would not have done much in this area. He used the excuse to go out to pour tea, and chatted with A Shu, and froze for a while. When he returned, Shi Dingyun had set aside his pen and folded the letter into a small round wooden seal. Close it with a wooden lid, then take the fire paint block and heat it with the fire fold.

The fire lacquer is melted by heat, and the molten liquid drips and falls on the seal of the small wooden tube.

The fire paint is sealed, and the color is carefully adjusted. The color is not the same as the fire paint sold on the market. It is difficult to imitate. At a glance, it is known that it was sent by the general's office. Then it will be stamped with a seal that stops the cloud. A unique seal is formed at the seal, which can be known once it is taken apart.

Stopping Yundao: "The round chapter."

The words did not fall, Chu Ziling came to the chapter, both thoughtful and calm.

Suddenly, Yun took it, and pressed the special round seal in the seal of the wooden tube.

When the paint dried up, Yunyun said: "Go and send it by carrier."

Chu Ziling deliberately asked one more question: "Will the messenger sent by the general come back?"

Shizuo Yundao said, "Don't you bring good and experienced pigeons before you leave? They recognize the way and save troublesome people to go around the marching team to take a trip."

Chu Ziling took the small wooden tube with both hands and gave a gift: "Zi Ling will do it."

He came to the dovecote, grabbed one out with his hands, fastened a wooden tube to his leg, and let it go.

After the pigeon's white figure disappeared into the sky, Chu Ziling smiled slightly, squatted down, and forefinger knocked twice on the dovecote.

A gray-haired pigeon with a white spot on his forehead jumped twice, came to the cage, and pecked his fingertips affectionately.

Chu Ziling took some rice out of his pocket and fed it tenderly.

Shi Dingyun suddenly left Wangcheng, which caught him off guard.

He prepared for the first-hand killing move, gave up, or hurry up and use it quickly?

There was a sudden noise behind the rolling of the wooden wheel, Chu Ziling's ear strength was not bad, he retracted his fingers in time, pretending to check the appearance of the pigeon cage lock, stood up, facing a black power fence.

The person's eyes were hidden under layers of gauze fog, and he could not see clearly. Chu Ziling could not try to figure out the person's thoughts through his eyes, and he felt a little alert.

Li Yanshu, who was pushing Feng Mian, did not notice the dark tide between the two, and greeted, "A Ling, the son wants you to send a letter again?"

"Yes."

Chu Ziling gave a hand to Yu Fengmian in a wheelchair: "The dew is heavy at night, why did the master come out?"

The man's slightly mute voice came from under the fence: "I'm better, I don't want to get stuck in the military tent, the smell is too heavy. You go to the censer to get some incense."

Li Yishu said for a moment: "Why is the Master Fang Caishi different from what Ah Shu said, and Ah Shu will go back and click on it later."

Yu Fengmian said lightly: "It's troublesome enough for you today. Now you push me to blow a hair, he will light up the incense and be more comfortable when I return to my account."

After all, he looked up slightly: "Please."

Chu Ziling has long been accustomed to the sarcasm of the six princes. This kind of unspoken words reminds him that he is a slave assassin or received it for the first time, but after all, he has been undercover for many years, and he can bear whatever insults he can bear temper.

... Before becoming the prince of Southern Xinjiang, these little things need not be taken into consideration.

He was neither humble nor humble: "Yes, Ziling obeys."

He wanted to walk away, trying to stay away from this weird and picky sick seedling.

Unexpectedly, Yu Fengmian opened his mouth again: "Ziling, this is your name?"

Chu Ziling had to stand still: "Yes."

Yu Fengmian said gently, "I thought your name was A Ling."

This kind of gentle and vaguely stubborn attitude made Chu Ziling uncomfortable.

Li Yanshu explained on one side: "Gongzi division, this is the case. The small real name is Li Yanshu, and A Ling's real name is Chu Ziling. When the son first accepted us into the house, he called me A Shu and called him A Ling. At that time Wang Chengfeng acted and changed his name. What's 'Breeze', 'Mingyue', 'Qin Qi, Calligraphy and Painting' to show elegance, and some even changed the last name, for fear of being mocked that there is no ink in the belly of the host. The son did not change our name, saying It ’s the name of the parents. It should n’t be changed. It ’s just the last word. It ’s close and nice. ”

When Feng Mian nodded and turned to Chu Ziling, the voice was a little more interesting: "Do you have any opinion on the name that the son gave you?"

Chu Ziling's heart was agitated: "Zi ... A Ling didn't mean it."

Li Shushu deliberately released for Chu Ziling: "The son-in-law is no stranger. The son always loves Aling, allowing him to call his name in private."

Yu Fengmian said, "You can feel free in front of the son, but in the army, the ranks are strict. Everyone is waiting to see how the major general behaves. If you are a small cricket around him, if you violate the rules, you will lose it It ’s your son ’s face, you know? ”

As soon as the matter was heard, it might be related to the son's face, and Li Shushu said nothing at once. He winked at Chu Ziling and asked him to follow the answer.

Chu Ziling pursed his lips and looked like he really knew he was wrong: "It's Ahling's inadequate consideration."

Yu Fengmian seemed to point at it casually.

"Let's go. Go to the son's account."

A Shu replied that when pushing him to do what he wanted, Yu Fengmian turned his head and instructed: "I have forgotten to light some incense."

Watching the teacher leave, Chu Ziling no longer smiled.

He realized soberly again that if there were no son, he would be just a smart little sister in the eyes of the generals.

How can a little sister-in-law win other people's eyes?

... There is only credit, only credit.

After thinking about it, Chu Ziling focused his eyes on the pigeon cage behind him.

The pigeon with a spotted forehead is full, hopping around in the cage, and mixing with other pigeons, it looks no different.

He must do that plan.

...

After entering the son's account, Chi Xiaochi informed Lou Ying of the news he received: "The son-in-law, Dingyuan was attacked, but fortunately the city was kept."

Lou Ying knew what he meant: "Then station in Dingyuan first?"

A Shu, who thought they were going to Luzhou, didn't respond.

He didn't know much about the military, he only knew two things:

First, the son-in-law's tasks are all important matters, and the son-in-law wants him to keep a tight mouth on the military situation, then he will not kill or say a word.

Secondly, military planes are changing rapidly, and it is not a small house where he can put his beak. Although he was still in Dingyuan, he would go wherever his son went.

He found that the tea in the teapot was too strong, which might be bad for the master's stomach, so he took it out and poured it, planning to brew it again.

After Ah Shu left, Chi Xiaochi asked him, "Why don't you take a good rest in your account?"

Lou Ying: "I'm just worried that you suddenly change your plan. For the sake of stability, Chu Ziling will not easily start with the shock of time. So I came out specifically and gave him a reason to do it."