Chapter 71: It’s easy to invite a god, but hard to send him away

Try to save the dying horse as much as possible.

With the country on the verge of destruction, the foolish emperor had no time to doubt the loyalty of the two princes and directly agreed to their proposal.

But no matter how ideal we are, reality is still mercilessly harsh.

When Prince Gong led his troops to war, Prince Jing also wrote an urgent letter to Abbal, but Abbal did not show up. All of Prince Jing's plans were stillborn, and he could only pray for Prince Gong's triumphant return.

On New Year's Eve of that year, the tyrant emperor locked himself in the Lingxiao Palace, and several hairs turned white overnight.

Two days later, the tyrant Daqi replied to the foolish emperor's letter for help with just one word: OK.

Because of the successive victories of the Barbarians, the morale of the Nanqiao army dropped sharply. Even though Prince Gong led the troops himself, he could only barely stop the Barbarian army outside the city of Xijing.

Prince Gong personally climbed up the city wall and led the soldiers to make a final desperate fight.

In the capital city of Xiqu, people were in panic, and the New Year, which should have been celebrated, was shrouded in a cloud of sorrow.

The emperor paced back and forth in the palace anxiously: "Where are Daqi's men? Didn't you promise to send reinforcements?"

Zhang Fujin held the tea, hunched over, and didn't dare to answer a single word.

Prince Jing, sitting on a four-wheeled carriage not far away, looked pale. "Perhaps it will be soon. The tyrant King Daqi is a master of strategy. He must be waiting for the right moment to wipe out the barbarians in one fell swoop."

He had a very bad premonition, and after glancing at the irritable and incompetent emperor, he was unable to speak out loud.

The tyrant King Daqi was good at recruiting advisers, and the surrounding small countries had long been conquered. The reason why Nanqiao was left alone was mainly because there was a snow-capped mountain called Xiya between the two countries.

If Daqi wanted to attack directly, he would have to cross the snow-capped mountains. As you can imagine, this move was not rational.

No one could cross the Xiya Snow Mountain, which was covered in ice and snow year-round and was a notorious place of death. Therefore, if Daqi wanted to capture Nanqiao, he had to first conquer the Wilderness and then take a detour through it.

Now that the Barbarians have poured all their national strength into attacking Nanqiao, it is obvious that no one has been left behind to guard the rear.

Daqi agreed to send reinforcements, and it goes without saying that they need to pass through the Barbarian Kingdom... Therefore, the current Daqi army is likely to be attacking the Barbarian Kingdom's base camp.

Another possibility is something that King Jing is unwilling to think about: Daqi may have already captured Manhuang's old base camp and is waiting for Nanqiao and Manhuang to be defeated so that he can take advantage of the situation.

That night, Prince Jing did not leave the palace and stayed in the Golden Throne Hall with the tyrant emperor all night.

The darkness before dawn was extremely long. A moment before daybreak, the endless night was so dark that it seemed to swallow them both.

The tyrant emperor sat on the dragon throne, touching the lifelike dragon head carved on it, and suddenly said, "Prince Jing, would you like to come and sit down?"

Prince Jing, who was huddled in the four-wheeled carriage, looked up in surprise. Seeing the emperor's serious expression, he shook his head bitterly and said, "Your Majesty, please don't joke like that."

"I'm telling you the truth. If you don't sit here now, you'll only be able to sit here in your dreams for the rest of your life." The foolish king swallowed the rest of his frustrated words. "Those barbarians came too fast. I didn't have time to arrange for someone to escort Tianbao out of the city."

"Where are we going after leaving the city? Are you willing to let Tianbao live in exile?" Prince Jing's eyes were sore. It was all his fault. He shouldn't have followed the previous emperor's method and provoked the barbarians.

In the past, Nan Qiao still had the strength to compete with the barbarians. If they gave some benefits, the barbarians would not dare to invade. But now... it's just flashy and not practical.

The tyrant opened his mouth for a long time, but finally closed it in grievance.

The two old men sat there all night long, and the next day, the golden light came at dawn, and it was a nice day.

During the meal, Prince Gong's deputy general entered the palace to report, expressing both joy and delight: "Your Majesty, Xijing has been saved. The Daqi reinforcements have arrived, and the Savage Cavalry have been completely annihilated!"

The last four words echoed loudly in the Golden Palace.

"Wuwu..." The foolish emperor was choked with sobs and couldn't speak. After a night, a few more gray hairs appeared on his temples.

Seeing him weeping in front of outsiders, Prince Jing coughed dryly a few times, but he couldn't hide his joy: "Where is General Daqi? I will go to meet him."

"No, I... I will go myself." The foolish emperor wiped his eyes and spoke with a heavy nasal voice.

Prince Jing shook his head: "Your Majesty..."

The deputy general said excitedly: "It's a child of about ten years old. I heard that he is the prince of Daqi."

The emperor's body trembled: "It's actually a little prince?"

He couldn't help but blush. Could the prince of Daqi be so tough? Thinking about his own sons, the eldest was already over thirteen years old, and apart from poetry and songs, none of them could go to the battlefield.

Only the third child can barely stand on his own, but unfortunately...

The emperor couldn't help but feel uncomfortable when he thought of the Third Prince. Concubine Dong was still living in the cold palace, as if she was keeping her virginity for Zhuang Weiqing...

Even though the foolish emperor deliberately concealed the turmoil in Xijing from the concubines in the harem, they all knew about it.

Tianbao didn't sleep well that night, and came to Lingxiao Palace with Concubine Wan early in the morning, wanting to ask the foolish emperor about the current situation, but she came up empty-handed.

Soon, the queen arrived.

After a while, Concubine Dong and the fifth prince also arrived.

Then there are Concubine Li and the Sixth Prince...

Three hours later, when the tyrant emperor returned to the palace, he found that all the people in the harem were crowded in Lingxiao Palace waiting for him, except Concubine Dong.

"Your Majesty?" The Queen spoke first. The others trembled and dared not speak, fearing that as soon as they opened their mouths, they would announce the bad news that the country had been destroyed.

Tian Bao's face turned pale as she threw herself into the arms of the tyrant: "Don't be afraid, Father."

She was afraid too. The bloody scenes on TV flashed through her mind. She hadn't lived enough and really didn't want to die.

The tyrant emperor feigned strength and forced a smile: "What are you all doing here? Disperse! The Daqi reinforcements have already razed the wilderness and even killed the Savage King."

The head of the Barbarian King was hung outside the gate of Xijing. The soldiers of Daqi refused to enter Xijing for the celebration banquet. Instead, they set up camp outside the city, saying that this was to prevent the remnants of the Barbarian King from invading Xijing again.

No matter how foolish a ruler is, he knows that it is easy to invite a god but difficult to send him away.

He plucked up his courage and went out of the city with King Jing to negotiate. As a result, the envoy of Daqi asked Nanqiao to marry into their Daqi clan.

Peaceful marriage!!!

The tyrant emperor only has one precious princess, who is only seven years old? Who can he marry?!

So he turned around and went back to the palace, leaving Prince Jing alone outside the city to mediate.

When everyone heard that the barbarians had been destroyed, they all breathed a sigh of relief with joy. As their tense nerves relaxed, they all retreated back to their own palaces as they were all starving.

Finally, only Tianbao and the Queen were left. Before the Queen could speak, Tianbao frowned and said, "Father looks very tired. I'm afraid things are not that simple, right?"

The tyrant emperor was stunned for a moment, then forced a smile: "I haven't slept all night, so I'm naturally tired."

"Father, are the people from Daqi unwilling to leave? What benefits do they want?" With the Queen personally teaching him various mental skills, Tianbao is no longer a stupid little brat.

The tyrant's mind was shaken. He had always regarded Tianbao as an innocent child, but he didn't expect that in the blink of an eye, she could see through the thoughts he tried so hard to hide?

The Queen walked behind Tian Bao and placed her two delicate hands on her shoulders: "Your Majesty, at this point, what else is there to hide from us? Tell us."

The tyrant emperor opened his mouth, and it felt like a knife was stuck in his throat, causing pain and bleeding every time he spoke.

When the situation became extremely difficult, Zhang Fujin rushed in, even falling over the threshold. "Your Majesty! Prince Jing sent someone with news that the negotiations have made some progress!"