A carriage was marching on the official road in Taigu County, Bazhou.

It was almost dusk, and it was at least more than an hour away from the county town, but a village with white walls and black tiles appeared in the fields on the left side of the convoy.

The village is very beautiful, with dozens of houses scattered on the bank of a river valley, and five or six particularly large camphor trees shaded some of the houses like giant umbrellas.

There are water wheels and mills along the river.

In some ordinary woodlands by the river, some ducks and chickens are freely raised. Although the houses look simple, the smoke from cooking stoves is curling and the barking of dogs keeps ringing, it is easy for people on the journey to think of the warmth of their long-lost hometown.

With a soft order, the convoy stopped and camped on the side of the road.

A gentle and elegant man with a quiet face walked out of a carriage in the middle of the convoy. He was Chen Jinru, a military advisor of the Chen family, who was afraid of by all the powerful people of the Northern Wei Dynasty and generals. At this time, most of the key decisions of the Chen family in the Southern Dynasty were made by him, but he stood by the road with his hands behind his back and looked at the village quietly, as if he was no different from most homesick wanderers.

Most people will sooner or later understand that the more a person cares about things, the harder he gets.

At this time, this kind of leisure that is as peaceful as a paradise is the most luxurious thing for people like him.

The war in the north is already quite fierce.

The main border troops of the Northern Wei and Southern Dynasties were already spread out in six or seven prefectures and counties centered on Western Yuzhou, with crisscrossing teeth. Some cities that originally belonged to the Northern Wei Dynasty now belonged to the Southern Dynasties, while some cities that originally belonged to the Southern Dynasties already belonged to the Northern Wei Dynasty.

Strictly speaking, Qizhou among those very fierce prefectures and counties is no longer far from Bazhou. In Chen Jinru's view, as long as the strategic intentions of the Northern Wei Dynasty changed slightly, the war would burn to Bazhou.

However, the people here still know nothing and still spend their days in a quiet and peaceful atmosphere.

Things in the world are often not satisfactory, and those who don’t know will be happy instead.

In Chen Jinru's eyes, this quiet village was a rare scenery. He did not want to disturb him. However, the people here are simple and hospitable, and the camping of their convoys still alarmed the villagers in the village.

Before the villagers had dinner themselves, some people came to visit and brought some cooked food and cured meat, and even some homemade spirits.

I'm afraid not many people are interested in trying this kind of crude spirit in Jiankang City, but they have different choices when they are in different moods.

Chen Jinru poured a pot of wine under an old locust tree and started drinking it with the cured meat sent by the villagers.

When the night really fell, the stars in the sky lit up one by one.

The villagers slept very early and the lights were all gone quickly.

The darker the place, the brighter the stars in the sky will appear, and will appear clearer when they fall in people's eyes.

There seems to be no connection between the stars in the sky and some faint candlelights in the village. However, without those faint candlelights, the stars in the sky seem to suddenly become lit up.

For a person like him, many big things in the world are indeed often influenced by many seemingly unrelated small things.

An uninvited guest came in the darkness of the night.

This is a very powerful practitioner who flew silently like a huge bat in the night. It was not until he approached the periphery of the convoy that he attracted the attention of the practitioners in the convoy.

But Chen Jinru had known this person would come for a long time, so there was no abnormal movement in the entire convoy.

The practitioner wearing a black night clothes quietly landed in front of him and sat face to face with him.

This is a man with a very delicate appearance, looking younger than Chen Jinru.

Even though he had been rushing for a long time, even though the fluctuations in his body were still difficult to calm down when he sat down, and a burst of mist was constantly aroused around him, the man still gave people an extremely handsome and neat feeling.

Moreover, even a quiet nodding gesture seems to be more dignified than ordinary people. It seems that even such gestures of ceremonies have been rigorously taught and trained.

"Confirmed."

The man in a black night clothes smelled the smell of alcohol in the pot on the mat, reached out to drink a glass, and then said three words in an unusually simple manner.

His voice was calm, but it seemed a little hard.

Chen Jinru nodded.

He couldn't hide his disappointment and sighed softly.

As early as the beginning of this year, the emperor had intended to grant Linchuan King Xiao Hong the Marshal of the Northern Expedition, commanding the five border troops of bravery, bravery, Xuanwei, Mingwei and Dingyuan.

To be fair, Xiao Yan is much better than any emperor of the previous dynasty. Otherwise, it would be impossible for the entire Southern Dynasty to be renewed in just a few years, sweeping away the chaos and declining trend of the previous dynasty, but anyone has flaws.

In his and many people's opinion, Xiao Yan's biggest problem is not only that he is too concerned about some capable ministers of the previous dynasty and dare not use them well, but instead punishes him. Xiao Yan's biggest problem is that he is nepotism, and does not treat everyone equally, and often has some incredible actions.

In the past few years, there were often cases where his old subordinates were promising their power, but he did not pursue it.

Now in this kind of battle between the two dynasties, the border troops on both sides naturally need a strong commander. A powerful commander not only can give the most correct command at some critical moments, but often even if he does nothing, he can give those border troops strong confidence.

Faith is the source of morale.

However, in the eyes of most people, Xiao Hong is not a person who can assume such a role.

He has more loyalty, less courage, and too much literary popularity, so he will appear timid and cowardly in many things.

Since the beginning of the year, many people have tried to get Xiao Yan to cancel this idea, but after so long, it has been this kind of decision that the emperor gave.

Sure enough, things in the world are hard to be as satisfactory.

"The most terrifying thing is not his lack of military command or his personality."

The man in a black night clothes could not hide his disappointed look after a glass of strong wine. "It is because the emperor has been too fond of him over the years, and his subordinates are too arrogant and extravagant, so he often loses his sense of responsibility when dealing with things."

Chen Jinru shook his head slowly.

He whispered: "In my opinion, these are not the most worrying thing. The most worrying thing is that the emperor will forgive him... Even if he makes some serious mistakes, the emperor will probably forgive him and his arrogant subordinates, and he subconsciously understands this."

The man in black night clothes fell silent.

He knew this was the truth.

If a person makes a mistake, he will definitely be forgiven. Then, he will certainly not be afraid of making mistakes like others.

"Then there is only one last way left."
Chapter completed!