Chapter 287 How Can We Let Go of Southern Xinjiang

Three months later, it was August and some maple leaves in the Jing Kingdom Palace had begun to turn red, but its favorite owner was not there.

Emperor Jing Junlin loves the passionate red the most. There is also a very beautiful maple forest in the palace. Last year, she hid in the southern border and missed the red rain, and this year her old friend is still not here.

It can be said that all forces were searching frantically, but three months later there was still no news of Emperor Jing and King Yue.

The Jing Kingdom and the Yue Kingdom were all in white, and there was also a quarrel in the court.

"It has been more than three months. If the funeral is not handled, Her Majesty's soul will not be able to rest in peace. If she is trapped and cannot find the way to paradise, is this what you want to see?"

In the court of Jing State, an elderly man in black official robe spoke every word with grief. In ancient times, people's funerals were the most particular, let alone the funeral of the head of a country.

The hall was crowded with people, including Manhuang, Yanyu and Zou Tao who had been rushed back from Ze Country, as well as Shen Sinian and Xingzhi who had returned from the Snow Region. Even Lin Xi stood at the outermost door without saying a word.

"No!"

The roar made everyone's eardrums ache. Manhuang's eyes were red, and his muscles were stiff and stiff. He looked like a mad dog with angry eyes: "I want to see the body alive or the body dead. How can I hold a funeral for my master who is not dead?"

Shen Sinian wanted to sink his five fingers into the scabbard of the sword. His voice was as cold as a thousand-year-old ice: "Immediately send people to remove all the white ones in the city. The king died before he died. What kind of perverse reason is this!"

How could an old minister not recognize Emperor Jing's eagle and dog? However, the country cannot be without a master forever. He clenched his fists and asked in a loud voice: "If we still can't find it, we can wait for Your Majesty for three months, three years, or thirty years, but can Jing wait? The newly conquered Ze State is eager to restore its country. There is no one to deal with various major issues. What do you say we should do!"

The question made the court fall into silence. Ming He, who was standing at the front, put his hands behind his back, and his eyes, which were always gentle, were filled with raging anger: "Is there a new king in Yue?"

The old minister angrily threw his sleeves and said, "No!"

Ming He pursed his lips and laughed, saying sarcastically: "Yue State can wait, but Jing State can't? I am still in charge of the affairs of the court, so why not wait a little longer!"

Right Prime Minister Manchuan has not attended court for several months because Emperor Jing is missing and seriously ill. Now the burden of Jing State falls entirely on Minghe's shoulders.

The man's fingers were clenched behind his back until their knuckles turned white, but his face was relaxed and he said calmly, "I have decided to send troops to attack southern Xinjiang."

These words were like a heavy bomb, which made all the ministers confused.

The former ruler of Southern Xinjiang has been killed, and the current ruler Le Zhou has been compensating the Kingdom of Jing by offering a lot of gold, silver, and jewels as tribute. The Left Prime Minister felt that this was his compensation, so he accepted it all. Accepting it also meant that peace was the most important thing, at least that was the case before Emperor Jing returned. But now he is going to send troops?

The news of Jun Lin's disappearance was a huge blow to Yan Yu. The young man was too thin, and his voice was so muffled that it was hard to breathe. The overly suppressed pain came through his voice: "I am willing to lead the army to the battle!"

He knelt down with a bang and clasped his fists to ask for mercy.

Xingzhi's eyes were filled with hatred. He lifted his skirt and stood up straight: "I am willing to follow General Yan into battle!"

The earth seemed to be shaking as well. Manhuang knelt down on his knees, panting heavily: "I will conquer the southern border for you!"

The young man had a noble look in his eyes and knelt upright. Shen Sinian said neither servilely nor arrogantly, "The trip to Southern Xinjiang cannot be forgiven. If we don't pacify it, it will be difficult to appease the people's anger!"

Go and see, go and see, the people of Jing State are almost going crazy with hatred. It doesn't matter if the southern border is destroyed, but Emperor Jing will never come back, and their king will never come back.

The overwhelming hatred drove not only the common people but also the Dajing Iron Cavalry crazy. The soldiers' rationality was challenged again and again. If it were not for the strict military discipline restraining them, the dark iron-blooded army would have already slaughtered people in southern Xinjiang.

Zou Tao knelt down and said, "Left Prime Minister, please send the troops."

Lin Xi was marginalized in the court. She could only be ranked at the very end. The woman at the gate of the hall knelt down and kowtowed, which made some hesitant men lose face.

She said loudly: "I am willing to follow General Yan to the southern border!"

One after another, the ministers knelt down.

"I request to go out with General Yun!"

"I petition!"

"I petition!"

Soon Ming He was the only one standing upright in the huge palace. He lowered his eyelashes and slowly scanned the kneeling ministers, his eyes as firm as a rock.

His Adam's apple rolled and two words came out of his lips: "Send the troops!"

Things have not been peaceful these days. Not only has the Gongshu clan appeared in the world but they are also very active. Lin Junhuai leads the Mohist clan to fight against them. The Yinyang clan is also not behaving well. The mad Wu Shihu was suddenly driven to southern Xinjiang by Leng Jing, and I am afraid that he will destroy the Yinyang clan's base camp.

Wen Suili and Song Simiao had no time to care about the affairs of the court. The two of them stayed by Yian's side all the time.

Yi An should have died long ago, but miraculously he was kept alive by a breath of air. Perhaps he had something in his heart that he couldn't swallow. In front of the wisteria flowers, he promised to work hard with her, to try to live longer, even if it meant prolonging his life.

The boy no longer had the handsome appearance he once had. He was now skinny with sunken cheeks, and his skinny body was barely breathing heavily.

Her silver hair, as smooth as the bright moonlight, became dull and lifeless, and her bright red eyes became cloudy as if she had hardly slept all day.

Wen Sui Li seemed to have been overwhelmed by the excessive grief and reached a state of numbness. The life and death of his two disciples was unknown and his brother was dying. He suddenly felt that the two extra years he could live were particularly cruel, cruel and ironic. Why was he the only one who lived so long?

Song Simiao pushed the door open and walked to the bedside. The equally thin and powerful man looked haggard. He said, "You go and rest first. I'll take care of you."

Wen Suili was silent for a long time, then suddenly said, "Do you also think they are dead?"

Song Simiao whispered: "No."

"How could he die?"

He murmured and sat down, looking dejected. Wensui paused, then stood up and left.

Three months.

Everyone would rather die than live.

The court of Yue State and Jing State were in the same situation. General Li Nian clenched his sword tightly, and a murderous aura spread all over him: "Since I decided to follow Your Majesty, I only recognize Your Majesty as the king. You want me to be the new king? Ha."

He drew out his sword with a sharp look in his eyes and said, "I'm busy attacking Southern Xinjiang to avenge His Majesty!"

The August wind blew and blew, bringing with it a bloody storm.

Two major countries joining forces to attack one country should have been criticized by the world, but now it is Nanjiang that is being wronged. You have killed the kings of the two major countries. How can you not let them avenge themselves?

War is imminent.