No need to sing loyalty

Qin Shu didn't say anything more to Qin Xuan. He heard the words "you can", but didn't respond.

He simply turned around and walked straight to the communication station in the cloud link and lit up the magic disk.

The talisman light flowed, and Lu Xingchuan's figure appeared above the formation plate.

Qin Shu got straight to the point: "The two guards of Huangcheng Chengnan and Gu'an will march south tomorrow. You will make the arrangements."

Lu Xingchuan pondered for a moment, frowning slightly: "The situation has changed."

He looked up at Qin Shu and spoke in a low voice, "An unusual phenomenon has occurred at the border of the Southern Territory. A light curtain has descended at the junction of Yunzhong and Southern Xinjiang. Detection by magic is ineffective, and anyone who passes through it leaves no trace. I sent people to investigate, and only those of the Fourth Rank or above can cross it. Otherwise, who knows where those who cross the light curtain will end up."

Everyone in the room frowned - the reinforcements couldn't get through.

Lu Xingchuan continued, "According to the Southern Border battle report, there's a man in the barbarian army who has mastered the art of taming beasts, much like the Barbarian King Yao Li from history."

Suddenly, Ren Xuan let out an "Ah" as if coming to his senses. "The prince said that the destiny is merging. The current Southern Xinjiang and the Southern Xinjiang of a hundred years ago are partially overlapping."

There is an even bigger problem with space and time itself.

As soon as these words fell, the atmosphere in the room instantly became tense.

A hundred years ago, the world was a time of fierce competition between dragons and tigers. It was an era of outstanding people and heroes competing for supremacy.

One person raising an army can destroy ten counties; one general conquering the border can pacify all four directions.

The Barbarian King Yao Li, although he was not ranked during the founding years.

If it were today, he would be a master of a different level, a monster that cannot be reproduced by the contemporary martial arts system.

Lu Xingchuan's expression was as stern as ever, but his gaze was even deeper than before: "If this so-called 'unification of destiny' continues, the likes of us will not be a match."

He looked at Qin Shu and said in a low voice, "We must stop this before it becomes a force."

Qin Shu lowered his eyebrows, looking thoughtful.

The next moment, the cloud shadow of the craftsman's tool he placed on the table suddenly lit up.

Qin Shu's hands were faster than his brain, and he subconsciously reached out and clicked to connect.

Obviously, His Royal Highness Prince Xiang has no awareness of "not accepting private communications during working hours".

Under the light and shadow of the craftsman's tools, Lu Xiyun frowned, his tone filled with urgency, even skipping the greetings: "Qin Shu, Xiao Jingxiu's body is becoming ethereal. I don't know what happened. Please send a formation master quickly."

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of the people in the room changed.

The impact of time and space dislocation is spreading outward.

Qin realized something inadvertently: "Where are you?!"

If Lu Xiyun needs him to send a formation master over, it means that Lu Xiyun is not in the cloud.

As expected, Lu Xiyun answered very quickly: "The evil infection spread a few days ago, so we rested for a few days. Xiao Jingxiu and I are still in Huangge City. By the way, there is a war in the southern border, and 40% of the soldiers in the city have been transferred to the front line."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Xingchuan's face changed.

Lu Xingchuan stepped forward and said in an unusually stern tone, "Xiyun, return from Southern Xinjiang immediately."

As soon as Lu Xingchuan finished speaking, Qin Shu interrupted him.

His tone was as calm as water: "Xiyun, don't move."

Lu Xingchuan frowned. Just as he was about to speak, he was silenced by Qin Shu's next words.

Qin Shu lowered his voice, "There are tens of thousands of soldiers in Huangge City. The reinforcements from Yunzhong can't get through, and Southern Xinjiang is already in such chaos. Now, Xiyun is retreating. Lord Lu, tell me, why do the soldiers of Southern Xinjiang fight so hard?"

Lu Xingchuan didn't say anything, but how could he not know that Lu Xiyun's stay in Southern Xinjiang was a signal. A signal that Qin Shu would not abandon Southern Xinjiang could calm the hearts of the thirty counties and calm their hearts.

So what if he knew? For a super warrior, killing a general and seizing his commander, taking a leader from the army is as easy as taking something out of a bag.

The sudden appearance of the Barbarian King Yao Li posed a deadly threat to all high-level warriors in Southern Xinjiang. For Lu Xiyun, remaining in Southern Xinjiang was an extremely dangerous situation.

Lu Xingchuan's eyes darkened. "Under the current circumstances, we can't get any reinforcements. Southern Xinjiang has become a forlorn pawn. Your Highness, do you have a way to break this impasse?"

Qin Shu didn't answer, but said, "Abandoning Southern Xinjiang will still lead to a dead end."

The two of them were at loggerheads, and the atmosphere was frozen.

Lu Xiyun on the side finally couldn't help but interrupted the two of them: "Don't worry about it for now! Xiao Jingxiu is in the virtual state!"

He felt helpless, even a little irritable: "Send me a formation master quickly!!"

Why are you walking away? Can't you see?! I'm going to die here!

Qin Shu didn't argue with Lu Xingchuan anymore. He just looked at Lu Xiyun in the light and shadow: "Xiyun, I will send the formation master over. You don't leave the city. Wait until Xiao Jingxiu is stable before making any plans."

Lu Xiyun nodded quickly.

Ren Xuan on the side raised his eyebrows. Qin Shu was calmly using Xiao Jingxiu to tie up Lu Xiyun.

Qin Shu did not let Lu Xiyun leave the city on the pretext of taking care of Xiao Jingxiu, in order to prevent Lu Xiyun from going to the front line alone.

Ren Xuan uttered a low, tut-tutting sound, his brows raised slightly. He sighed inwardly. Who didn't know Lu Xiyun's temper? If he saw the battle collapsing, he would rush forward with his sword to save them, even if it meant sacrificing his own life.

Ren Xuan clicked his tongue and a complicated smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: Qin Shu is a little calmer than he thought.

Tsk, the dog emperor, after a lifetime, I now look at him with new eyes.

···

The situation was urgent, and Ren Xuan immediately prepared to set off south.

As a result, the person who came towards him at the gate of the imperial city was not the one he was waiting for.

Ren Xuan frowned: "...Where is His Highness?"

Qin Xuan spread his hands and said, "The third brother has gone to the imperial mausoleum. From today on, I will take over the battle in Yunzhong."

Ren Xuan's expression paused, and nine words suddenly emerged in his mind.

Damn, I overestimated the dog emperor.

He was still secretly admiring Qin Shu's steadiness, but when he turned around, he was gone.

Qin Xuan smiled and said, "The third brother said he wasn't calm enough, so he asked me to take over the battle in Southern Xinjiang, and he will be in charge of the food supply and military support. I hope the general will give me more guidance."

Ren Xuan didn't say much: "Since it is your highness's wish, I will fully cooperate with your majesty."

After all, the most urgent task now is to resolve the anomaly of the light curtain between southern Xinjiang and Yunzhong.

There were no military routes, no way to mobilize troops. During this period of time, large-scale military deployment was impossible.

At this point, it doesn't matter who sits in the clouds and who is in charge of the overall planning, whether it is Qin Shu or Qin Xuan.

Ren Xuan pondered for a moment, then clasped his fists and said respectfully, "Then let's set off as soon as possible."

Qin Xuan smiled, rather carefree, and said, "Actually, I also think that I am more suitable for Southern Xinjiang than he is."

He paused and gave an ambiguous smile, "Those generals in Southern Xinjiang seem to have psychological scars on him from what the Third Brother did in his previous life."

Ren Xuan didn't respond when he heard this, but just lowered his head and adjusted his cuffs.

I really agree with this statement. To be honest, it's true.

···

Southern Xinjiang.

The wind starts at sunset.

First, there were horns blowing along the border line, and then there were smoke rising from the beacon towers for thousands of miles.

The mood of withdrawal and abandonment quietly spread across this territory.

Like wind, like fire, like some emotion on the verge of getting out of control.

The entire southern Xinjiang defense line has fallen into complete chaos.

Fang Ci stood in front of the general map and tapped a few military icons on it with her fingertips.

Outside, several more generals came in quickly, their armor still on and bloodstains still fresh on their faces.

An elderly general coughed and whispered, "Yunzhong will send reinforcements sooner or later. Why not plan a counterattack then—"

Fang Ci chuckled softly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Reinforcements? If they don't send us reinforcements, we won't defend it?"

She looked at the general and asked, "Is this Southern Xinjiang our Southern Xinjiang, or Qin Shu's Southern Xinjiang? Are the people of this Southern Xinjiang our people, or Qin Shu's people?"

After the words were spoken, the generals had different expressions.

Some people lowered their heads to avoid her gaze, while others subconsciously tightened their grip on the knife handle.

Someone else, with resentment and resentment, spoke:

"Princess, we are not afraid of death, but what is the difference between guarding and abandoning over the years?"

"Whose world is this? Are these people worthy of it?"

Fang Ci's eyes gradually darkened. She said nothing and just stood there quietly.

Her eyes slowly swept across the familiar faces.

These people had shared the same camp with her, drank the snow, crossed the river and fought in battle. They had also ridden with her outside the Great Wall, stirring up a cloud of dust.

The passion of the past has turned into coldness due to the silence of the moment.

Now, these brothers who have been through life and death together are asking her: Is this world worth living in?

Fang Ci smiled: "Ask me?"

She said, “It’s not worth it.”

There was a shock in the tent, some people looked up, some were stunned.

Fang Ci did not stop: "People's hearts are never reliable. Great men can change the situation, and the people move with the wind."

She sighed, "I'm not a saint either."

"I think it's simple."

"I just want Ah Che to live peacefully, without having to bear the same eternal infamy as Fang Weian."

"I just want Jing Yuan to come back. I can explain it."

"It's just me. I can sleep well at the end of the day without nightmares."

There is no need to sing the praises of loyalty and righteousness, why bother talking about family and country?

It's just that, for the sake of the one I love and for myself, I have a clear conscience.

Fang Ci looked at the generals in the tent. There was no anger in her eyes, only a kind of clarity that was almost exhausted. She said, "There is always someone who is worthy."

The next moment, a clear male voice came from outside the tent, lightly suppressing the low pressure in the tent.

"Well said."

Everyone looked stern.

The curtain moved slightly, the wind blew suddenly, and a man in silver armor walked slowly into the tent. The wind blew the lights in the tent, and the light and shadow trembled slightly.

The man was wearing silver armor, the armor didn't shine brightly but it had a murderous aura that couldn't be ignored.

His eyes were as blue as a pond, his expression as tranquil as a snow-covered mountain, but his tone was playful: "Fang Weian, do you actually have a descendant?"

The atmosphere in the tent suddenly tensed after hearing such provocative words. More than ten generals stood up suddenly, their swords flashing coldly and murderous intent like a string of string.

Just when the atmosphere was about to collapse, a man came in from outside, panting.

Fang Che shouted urgently, "No, no, no, no! We're on the same side! Senior, why are you leaving so quickly?"

He rushed into the tent and threw himself into Fang Ci's arms, his voice choked with sobs, as if he were in deep sorrow: "Sister, what you just said was so tearful! I will be your brother in my next life!"

Fang Ci stumbled and pushed him aside with one hand: "Why did you come from Taiyao Pass? Who is this...?"

Fang Che said sternly, "This is Senior Han Xiuyuan! Senior, you want to see the leader of Southern Xinjiang, and Jingyuan is not here, so it can only be you."

Fang Ci: “…”

She was tired of talking about who the prince of Nan Mansion was.

Fang Che then patted his chest vigorously. "The entire Southern Guard was afraid to attack the ferocious beasts in front of Taiyao Pass, but Senior and I were able to wipe them out in just half a day!"

He said sincerely, "More fierce than you."

Fang Ci:?!

When the generals heard the three words "Han Xiuyuan", their faces changed immediately.

"Han Xiuyuan?! The First Northern King?! He's been dead for hundreds of years, right?!"