The night is deep and the sky is dotted with stars.
The sound of hurried horse hooves could be heard on the quiet and empty streets, extending all the way to the foot of the palace wall.
At dawn, the gates of the palace opened early.
There were knocks on the doors of various mansions on Yong'an Street.
The doorman opened the door and was shocked when he heard the news. He immediately turned around and went into the mansion to report.
"General, the palace urgently summons you..."
"Did you say anything so urgent?"
Rong Baichuan put on his clothes and walked out quickly, and Qin Nanjing, wearing his official hat, trotted to the door.
"The soldier knocking on the door said that there was an urgent report from the border to the palace in the early morning." The doorman replied.
"It seems that the battle situation is dangerous..." Rong Baichuan frowned and murmured.
There is a demon in charge of the Northern Barbarians, so this war is very difficult.
"This time... are you going to go?" Qin Nanjing's heart was gripped.
When the last urgent report came, Rong Baichuan should have gone to Beidi City.
But the day before his departure, he was assassinated and nearly died, so he asked Cao Shuangying, who had just given birth, to take over.
It has only been over a month and the war has intensified again. It seems that the Northern Barbarians have made sufficient preparations for this invasion.
Rong Baichuan is a great general who protects the country. There is nothing wrong with him going to the battlefield, but as his wife, she selfishly doesn't want him to go.
"Don't worry, it'll be okay."
Rong Baichuan kissed his wife lightly on the forehead, took the official hat, and rode his horse towards the palace.
…
In the imperial study.
All the important ministers stood there with their hands tucked into their sleeves, their brows furrowed and their expressions gloomy.
The reinforcements led by Cao Shuangying suffered a defeat as soon as they arrived at Beidi City.
Our losses were heavy, while the enemy suffered only minor injuries.
Seeing something unusual on the battlefield, Cao Shuangying immediately sent someone to report it.
Reinforcements are needed, and a monk who can fight against them is needed.
"Is there any news about the people who went to Xumi Island to invite the immortal master?" asked the emperor.
"Your Majesty..." a courtier replied, "Based on his speed, that person should not have reached Xumi Island yet."
From the battle report received a month ago, Rong Baichuan noticed that the Beiyi's fighting style was very strange, as if external forces were involved.
Because he had seen Chaoxi casting spells many times, he guessed that it was a cultivator who had entered the mortal world.
Chaoye was not there at that time, and no one knew when she would be back, so they had to go to Xumi Island to ask for help.
"That's not important anymore..." Rong Baichuan bowed and said, "Your Majesty, I have something to report to you privately."
He raised his eyebrows at the emperor, who immediately understood.
"All of you go down."
The arrangements for the second wave of reinforcements and food supplies had just been discussed, and they had no objection to standing here.
After the court officials left, Fuling asked all the palace maids to leave.
As soon as the palace door closed, the emperor asked:
"Do you want Chaoxi to go to the battlefield?"
"How is that possible?"
"We are still children. The battlefield is so bloody. What if she gets scared?"
Rong Baichuan stepped forward, placed his hands on the table, leaned forward slightly, looked at the emperor, and smiled slyly.
"I have a perfect match."
…
General's Mansion.
"Master Chan, hurry up, hurry up... His Majesty summoned you urgently..."
Chanbei was carried away in a daze by two servants.
"I haven't even taken my official hat yet..." He hadn't even put on his official robes yet.
Chanbei had no house in Kyoto. The landlord, who had rented the house for ten years, thought he had died because no one had lived there for more than two years, rented it to someone else.
After returning, he lived in the general's mansion.
"It's okay if you don't wear a hat. People in the palace said it's urgent. Please hurry up." The servant was in a hurry all the way.
"You're such a grown-up, but how come you sleep even more soundly than the young lady..." She couldn't help but complain in a low voice.
When the palace sent people, they went to the courtyard where Chanbei lived. They knocked on the door for a long time but no one opened it. Finally, someone broke the door open.
Despite such a big commotion, he didn't wake up.
The servant was panicked, "Is there anything wrong?"
He carefully extended a finger and placed it under Chanbei's nose.
"No breathing..." As soon as he exclaimed, his hand was grabbed tightly.
Then he met Chanbei's extremely cold eyes.
The servant's breathing stagnated, and his whole body felt icy cold, as if he had entered the thick fog of the Ghost Festival, and his soul could not move.
The next moment, he took a deep breath and went from the ice cellar to the greenhouse.
At this time, someone came from outside to urge him. The servant didn't care about the strangeness just now, pulled the man up, put clothes on him and dragged him out.
Chanbei spurred his horse and galloped to the imperial study, thinking that something terrible was about to happen.
As a result, I saw two middle-aged men drinking tea and playing chess leisurely.
Chanbei: ...
So whose butt is the messenger burning?
"Your Majesty, General Rong..." He bowed.
"My dear Chan is here..." Seeing Chanbei, the emperor smiled and patted the chair beside him.
"Come on, come on, sit down quickly."
As an emperor, his enthusiasm towards his subjects was inappropriate.
Chanbei followed his instructions and sat down neither humbly nor arrogantly.
The emperor kept looking at him.
I sighed in my heart: He really has the bearing of an emperor.
I must have been so lucky in my previous life that so many gods come to me in this life.
His son, his best friend's daughter, his ministers, and the fairy island where he had lived peacefully for thousands of years...
The emperor looked at Chanbei and smiled foolishly.
“……???” A big question mark popped up in Chanbei’s head.
"Stop laughing, it's scary..." Rong Baichuan was speechless. He looked at Chanbei and said:
"My dear, the war in the north is at a stalemate. I asked you to come here this time because I want you to go to the north with me to repel the enemy..."
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