The destiny has changed, old chess pieces with new ones.
South of Longyao City, more than a thousand alien races that had penetrated deep into the heart of southern Xinjiang were surrounded.
But the parties involved were completely unaware of this small-scale fierce ambush.
Lu Xiyun received an urgent letter from Wen Congren and rushed non-stop until he finally arrived at Taiyao City. The southern border was still stable.
Barbarian——was pinned to the ground and beaten by Han Xiuyuan.
In return, Wen Congren had already explained the endgame to the Northern King for a quarter of an hour.
Wen Congren was even a little helpless: "Senior, one move equals ten points. With such a huge advantage, it's not easy for you to be defeated by the opponent."
Han Xiuyuan coughed dryly, his expression somewhat unnatural. "If I don't give in, I'll have no chance of winning. Hengyu only indulges Bingzhao and never gives in. I've been wasting three cups of tea just to get him to give up a piece."
Lord Wen's emotional intelligence was full: "The fact that the Western King gave away so many pieces only shows that Senior Western King's chess skills are far inferior to yours. After all, you are only one piece behind."
Wen Congren placed a piece on the endgame: "This is the only place left to break the game."
Han Xiuyuan's eyes lit up: "Wonderful!"
Han Xiuyuan's tone was as brisk as the wind, while kneading Lu Xiyun: "Xiao Xiyun, look at me."
Han Xiuyuan had been in southern Xinjiang for some time, but it was Fang Weian's territory after all. Han Xiuyuan looked at all the generals, but there were few who he could naturally trust.
It was difficult to ask about the chess game. When Han Xiuyuan was secretly distressed, Lu Xiyun happened to come to him.
It’s a pity that even Prince Lu couldn’t handle the complexity of this endgame.
Fortunately, Prince Lu had a first-rate ability in recruiting people, and he quickly helped Han Shuai and gained a powerful supporter.
Han Xiuyuan got the method to break the chess game, and his mood became more cheerful. He beckoned to Lu Xiyun, like a badger in a melon field: "Xiao Xiyun, I heard that you and the younger generation of Cheng Xiu's family--"
The words are not finished, but the meaning is clear.
The corners of Lu Xiyun's lips twitched slightly.
If he had known this, he would not have rushed here in such a hurry.
These guys are really idle...
Han Xiuyuan half coaxed, his tone quite casual: "Don't mind it, don't mind it, your little thing is nothing."
He immediately felt very disappointed: "Look at that Han Chenglie! He follows the Fang family around all day long and even works for the Xiao family!"
Originally, Han Xiuyuan had some admiration for Han Chenglie, and felt that he was calm and measured in his actions.
But when he learned that this fellow was actually his own bloodline, it was like a cold shower on his head. Han Xiuyuan immediately felt very disappointed: "What a misfortune for our family! I never thought that our Han family would end up in such a plight! Alas!"
Lu Xiyun coughed and said, "The Han family in the north hasn't fallen yet. Just don't worry about Han Chenglie."
Suddenly, Han Xiuyuan seemed to have sensed something, and his expression froze.
After a long time, an indescribable look appeared in Han Xiuyuan's eyes.
He slowly raised his eyes. "Your Majesty has found a solution to the formation. He sent me a message saying that the destiny track has been split. I must return as soon as possible before it is completely broken."
"Your Majesty also sent people to contact the Barbarian King, but unfortunately, he was unwilling to return."
Han Xiuyuan sighed softly, "Sorry, I have to go back. I haven't finished my game of chess yet."
The tent was slightly quiet.
Fang Che took a step forward, bowed deeply, and said solemnly:
"These days, we, the seniors, have been so kind and helpful. The whole of Southern Xinjiang is deeply grateful."
"This is our Southern Frontier. Since the Barbarian King doesn't want to go back, let him be buried here!"
The more Han Xiuyuan looked at the young prince of the Fang family, the more he liked him. Even Fang Weian, whom he had always disliked, didn't hate him so much anymore.
He smiled faintly, his words no longer harsh: "When I came here, Your Majesty wanted to negotiate peace, but I was against it."
"Fang Weian promised to hand over the Xiao family. I look down on him. Besides, neither Bingzhao nor I want to take care of his master on Fang Weian's behalf."
"Now it seems... it's not that bad."
As soon as the words fell, ripples appeared out of nowhere.
Han Xiuyuan looked at the twisting and flowing array of light and shadow, his lips curled up slightly, his expression revealing a bit of carefreeness: "Saying goodbye is not appropriate. Then, Han, I wish you all the best! Victory in defeating the general and capturing the flag!"
The spiritual light was like a tide, the figure gradually faded, and returned to nothingness as it faded inch by inch.
The next moment, the light pattern shattered and everything returned to silence.
At the same place, the young general of the Southern Palace in silver armor looked dazed as he looked at Fang Che, his eyes full of confusion:
"Young Prince? Why...why am I here?"
Fate has changed, old chess pieces are replaced by new ones. Those who are at the wrong time will eventually return home.
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With Han Xiuyuan's disappearance, the actions of the southern grasslands became more and more aggressive.
Along the thousands of miles of southern border, ferocious beasts roared day and night, as if they were going to tear apart the entire southern end of the dynasty.
After days of fierce fighting, the Southern Army finally had a good thing happen.
Mr. Xiao, I have finally returned to Southern Xinjiang safely and soundly.
In the commander's tent, Fang Ci's first thing was to shower Fang Che with praise: "Ah Che is now extremely sensible. His prestige in the army is soaring, and he is truly unrivalled."
Xiao Jingyuan listened quietly and nodded, saying, “The military’s prestige is like a mountain. On the battlefield, it is the best way to establish people’s respect.”
——What a ghost.
Before he could finish his words, a gust of wind blew in the curtains.
Young Prince Fang looked anxious, almost crying as he came in, "Jingyuan, you're finally back! I can't take it anymore! I can't take it anymore!!!"
Xiao Jingyuan: “…”
Fang Ci: “…”
The army's might was like a mountain, but unfortunately there was a landslide.
Jamel Xiao was used to it, and even had the patience to comfort him: "Don't worry, just talk slowly."
Fang Che was filled with righteous indignation, practically exploding on the spot. "Senior Han is gone! But that shameless old Barbarian King still refuses to leave! Our people are almost being consumed by his pack of ferocious beasts!!"
The Nanfu's hook expired on time, but the Barbarians' hook was directly renewed permanently.
This is completely off the mark.
Xiao Jingyuan's expression remained unchanged: "Qin Shu is already mobilizing troops, and the threat of ferocious beasts can still be suppressed. The biggest hidden danger at the moment is the barbarian king Yao Li. Your Majesty must be wary of this man."
If a top-notch expert wants to kill a general and seize the commander, taking a head from the army is as easy as taking something out of his pocket.
He paused, his tone growing graver: "One wrong move, and the whole game is lost. Your Highness, please refrain from using the martial arts for the next few days."
Fang Che understood. He knew Xiao Jingyuan was reminding him to avoid the battle, but the young man's eyes were still full of unwillingness: "Jingyuan, our people are dead, but his beasts are endless. This battle cannot be dragged on!"
Fang Ci silently glanced at Xiao Jingyuan, as if saying silently: See, I said he has improved.
Xiao Jingyuan nodded slightly: "Can't delay. This person must be eliminated early."
He paused, his eyes fixed on Fang Che, and his voice was low, half asking, half sighing, "Is it because of this that the prince used his Dharma image in the battle formation?"
Fang Che was startled, then flatly denied it: "No!"
Xiao Jingyuan slowly exhaled: "The battle report in the clouds clearly states it. You are hiding this from me and the princess, are you trying to save your life?"
Fang Ci's face darkened: "Fang Che, you're itching for trouble, right?!"
Fang Che's scalp tightened, and he quickly shrank behind Jamel Xiao: "I knew you were coming back, so I used it. It definitely didn't take more than three days!! Anyway, you are here!!"
Xiao Jingyuan: “…”
But Lord Xiao couldn't protect Fang Che for long.
After returning to Southern Xinjiang, Xiao Jingyuan's luck seemed to have reached its worst for several days.
At first, it was just when the imperial horse was returning to the camp, a soldier was carrying a rolling log at the gate. He tripped for no apparent reason, and the whole log fell in front of the horse. The startled horse neighed and almost threw him to the ground.
A few days later, while ascending the tower to observe the battle, disaster struck again. The floor suddenly cracked, and with a creaking sound, it looked as if a man was about to fall. Han Chenglie, with his quick eyes and hands, pulled the man back.
But even if he wasn't on the front lines, misfortune still followed him like a shadow. Just by stepping out of the door, he was suddenly confronted by an assassin. Fang Che was so frightened that his face turned pale. Without even a moment's thought, he flipped his hand and unleashed a forbidden finishing move, shattering the assassin beyond repair.
Even more outrageous, they all stayed in the palace and didn't go out. During dinner, the guards, their nerves on edge, subconsciously turned the table upside down and actually found poison. Fang Ci slammed the table and stood up, scolding the entire palace staff to their knees.
Misfortunes kept coming one after another, as if there was an invisible hand taking my life in secret.
All the officers and soldiers in the Nan Mansion were facing a powerful enemy.
In response to this, the person involved had a bit of self-mockery between his eyebrows, and Xiao Jingyuan said helplessly: "Perhaps, using the life-tracing technique to reverse the destiny was against the will of heaven. Now, it is only natural that the will of heaven is demanding a debt."
This calmness, on the contrary, made Fang Che furious: "Screw destiny! If the heaven dares to touch you, we will overturn the heaven!"
Young Prince Fang was furious, and even displayed the aura of a First Realm Lord. The young man decisively ordered, "Sister! Send Jing Yuan to Longxi City! He is not allowed to return until the border war is over!"
Longxi City, where General Lu Xingchuan commands and deploys troops, is also where the emperor's carriage is located. It is already the safest place in southern Xinjiang.
Xiao Jingyuan was stunned. He had not expected this at all. He looked at Fang Ci and subconsciously asked for an ally: "Princess...it's not that bad, is it?"
Fang Ci didn't speak up for him at all, but instead resolutely defended his brother's dignity: "Your Highness is right."
Xiao Jingyuan frowned slightly and tried to struggle again: "The Xiao family's Mingjingfeitai can only repair its life essence within the three days of Blazing Life Sealing Heaven. If I leave, who will take care of me when the prince uses the forbidden technique?"
Fang Che said firmly: "I won't move my Dharma image!"
The young man stiffened his neck, his distinct black and white eyes filled with determination: "I promise!"
Fang Ci turned around without saying a word and raised his chin to his guards: "Prepare the car."
The guards moved upon hearing the order. Fang Ci looked at Xiao Jingyuan again, without waiting for any argument or leaving any room for negotiation: "The king has given the order, you just obey it."
Xiao Jingyuan spoke helplessly, as if trying to salvage the situation: "Princess..."
Fang Ci just said coldly: "Get in the car."
The neighing of horses rang out one after another, and the guards were already waiting by the side.
Fang Ci packed up the people and sent them to Longxi City overnight.
As a result, as soon as I arrived at Longxi City, I was delighted to join the group of fellow patients.
After hearing the whole story, Ren Xuan said nonchalantly, "This is a simple matter, just a backlash from past lives. We are familiar with this matter."
Compared to the scene when Lu Xiyun casually wiped his sword and cut his wrist, bleeding all over the ground, Xiao Jingyuan's misfortune was nothing.
Yue Anshan patted his chest and said, "Princess Fang, you've come to the right people by looking for us."
Fang Ci blinked.
Ren Xuan raised his eyes, his eyes showing a calmness that showed he had seen a lot. "Let me tell you this, back then, Lu Xiyun's backlash was even more brutal. A casual scratch on the wrist from a sword would have been enough to make blood flow all over the floor. For over a month back then, the Yunzhong military held a meeting, forbidding the wearing of swords or armor. Not even a tiny bit of metal. Later, we simply treated him like a child and cleared out anything sharp or hard from the room."
Yue Anshan nodded repeatedly, still feeling apprehensive. "During that time, the Marshal's office was in turmoil. His Highness would always eat half of Lu Xiyun's meal first. Even so, a tile could still fall from the beam and hit him right on the head."
Yue Anshan sighed, "During that time, His Highness didn't care about anything. He referred all military and political matters to Lu Xingchuan. And Lu Xingchuan was in such a bad mood, he'd just stepped into the camp and wanted to leave right away. It was really... everyone who saw him would suffer."
Jamel Xiao was slightly stunned, and suddenly felt that his condition didn't seem that serious.
Ren Xuan said slowly and methodically, "It'll probably take more than a month in total. Just get through it."
Fang Ci listened silently, and looking around at this group of "experienced people", he actually felt a subtle sense of security.
Since we already have Lu Xiyun as an experienced person, then the problem shouldn't be too big.
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