"I really didn't expect that Ren Ge would be so elegant."

Xie Jin chuckled softly and looked at the empty small space under the book case. There was no book in it, but a wine bottle with a tight seal.

Gao Yangzhi raised his eyebrows. This was not something Ren Hengtai, the first assistant, would do on a daily basis.

The chief minister actually hid wine in the cabinet.

Unexpectedly, Gao Yangzhi had already started taking out four new cups and rinsing them.

Ren Hengtai took the cup, lifted the lid, and the clear slightly yellow wine fell down, creating circles of wine bubbles in the cup.

"It's not a famous wine, but I got it by chance at an old wine shop outside the city in my spare time. After drinking it for a long time, I got used to it."

Ren Hengtai filled the cup with wine and slowly raised it: "Everyone, drink up!"

"Drink full!"

The wine was sloshing around, and the aroma of wine filled the area for a while.

Xu Yungong drank heavily, opened his mouth to spit out the smell of wine, and patted the tea table with his hand: "The aroma of wine is long, honest and honest, good wine!"

Ren Hengtai drank a glass of wine and looked at Ren Hengtai with a rosy face: "If the Duke of Wei leads an army in the future, I would like to use this wine to support the Duke's journey. When the Duke returns home in triumph, I will also use this wine to reward him!"

"good!"

Xu Yungong's eyes shone. The matter of Chang Sheng and Li Jinglong becoming kings had already been discussed in the court, but everyone knew that this was a matter of process.

Only when the news reaches the Eastern Expedition and Southern Expedition armies, the Founding Duke and Cao Guogong submit their resignations, and the imperial court seals the throne again, can the matter be considered completed.

And as the eldest son of King Wuning of Zhongshan and the current head of the Zhongshan Palace, how could he not look forward to that prince.

"Drink again!"

Ren Hengtai, the first assistant, was also very proud and took advantage of the incident to make the three of them drink again.

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There are no cattle or sheep in the wind-swept grassland. The grass slope is leeward and on the edge of the sparse evergreen coniferous forest. Two soldiers wearing Ming army uniforms, long knives and fire guns lie down on the slope, looking at the endless desert grassland in the distance.

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"Wow! This wine is getting worse and worse!"

Tang Keke frowned and handed a small copper pot to Zhang Zhiyuan's eyes with a look of disgust on his face.

Tang Keke, who had joined the army for many years, had gradually lost the temperament of a Confucian scholar. Now that he had been out of isolation with the army for several months, he had grown a full beard, and the skin on his body had been deepened several degrees by the sun.

It looks as if it has been a military household for many years.

Zhang Zhiyuan took the copper pot that exuded a strong smell of wine. He didn't drink like Tang Keke did. He just took a small sip of wine in his mouth and let the rich wine slide down the esophagus into the abdominal cavity bit by bit. Feeling

It warms up the internal organs little by little.

After all the wine in his mouth was gone, Zhang Zhiyuan let out a sigh of relief, shook his head and looked at Tang Keke who was rolling his eyes: "The purpose of Taiyuan Hospital is to prevent people like you, the disinfectant wine in the general

I drank it all, so it became harder and harder to drink.”

Tang Keke curled his lips: "I used to think that burning knives was enjoyable, but since I drank this, aren't burning knives just for gargling?"

Zhang Zhiyuan still shook his head and looked back at the less dense forest behind him: "Give me the order to attack the Tatars at night. Now each person can drink three sips of wine to ward off the cold."

Tang Keke's face immediately became serious, he nodded, pressed the saber on his waist, and carefully touched the forest behind.

After a while, there were several sounds from the forest that sounded like mountain birds returning to the forest.

After a while, Tang Keke had already returned with several military commanders.

"The Tatars have become increasingly difficult to kill. The Tatar tribe in front is already the last group we can deal with alone now."

As Zhang Zhiyuan spoke, he took out the saber from his waist and took out a piece of dried dried meat from his arms.

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Zhang Zhiyuan cut the dried meat with a knife into several pieces and distributed them to Tang Keke and others.

No one dislikes it either.

The sword in the hands of Jiubian soldiers is another life. Besides going into battle to kill the enemy, it can also do more things.

Cutting meat to fill your stomach is just the most common thing.

After dividing the meat, Zhang Zhiyuan took a bite, put it in his mouth and chewed it slowly.

There is still a lot of time before the entire army mounts a charge. After facing the Ming army's annual conquests, especially after Zhang Zhiyuan joined the Peking Dusi and used Tatar heads to create a living name for himself as a little murderer, the Tatars on the grassland

The Tatar people had already begun to speed up their annexation, and small tribes gathered together to jointly resist the Ming army's conquest.

Tang Keke took out his knife, put the piece of meat Zhang Zhiyuan gave him on the scabbard, and then carefully cut it into thin slices little by little.

"Sha Cong, do you want it?"

After cutting the meat, Tang Keke took out a few small green onions from his arms and handed them to everyone.

I continued to pick two pieces and cut them on the handle of the knife. Then I rolled the meat slices with scallions and put them into my mouth. My eyes were slightly fascinated and I chewed them with great enjoyment.

Time passes bit by bit at a speed visible to the naked eye on the seemingly endless desert grassland.

The bright, cloudless starry sky seems to be right in front of people's eyes.

The wolves roared in the dark night.

At night, everything is silent, but another group of animals begins the most important activity in life.

clatter.

The sound of horse hooves sounded on the meadow.

Zhang Zhiyuan, who had already mounted his horse and put down his visor, silently pulled out the long knife from his waist and looked through his visor at the endless and silent Tatar tribe in the distance.

"Show the knife!"

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Chapter completed!