The raindrops hit the car diagonally, like needles. The young man Zi Han, who passed by the car, said nothing, his brows were cold and his eyes were dark.

The two looked at each other in an instant, with fire flickering in their eyes.

The little girl lying in the car froze, and when he looked at her, she couldn't help but sit up straight, straighten her back, and act like a dignified little lady. Luo Yunhua was stunned by her own reaction, then smiled.

The alley emptied quickly.

No one knows what happened here.

No one knew that in the blink of an eye, an incident was resolved quietly.

It was only for a brief moment that Lu Erlang and the young man passed by each other in the car.

…

I don't know when the refugees left by the Northern Kingdom in Jianye, the capital of the Southern Kingdom, will be able to play a role, but the Northern Kingdom's envoys can no longer stay in the Southern Kingdom.

The Northern envoys had originally intended to negotiate peace, and when His Majesty ordered a ceasefire in the North, they still had a glimmer of hope for peace. But when Jianye learned that the war in the North was raging and the two sides were fighting to the death, the Northern envoys could no longer stay in Jianye. Although they were reluctant to leave, the court of Jianye would inevitably doubt the purpose of the Northern envoys if they did not leave at this time.

The Northern Kingdom envoys left Jianye dejectedly and were sent back to the Northern Kingdom, as they failed to get the old emperor to intervene in the war in the north with his decrees, and failed to persuade Yue Zihan to assassinate Lu Sanlang. Before leaving, the Northern Kingdom envoys asked the princess of the Northern Kingdom to whisper in His Majesty's ear again, and visited Liu Huai, the Prince of Zhao in the Southern Kingdom, for the last time and persuaded Liu Huai.

The Northern Kingdom's envoy spoke from the heart: "...Sir, have you ever thought that if the war in the north is won, Lu Sanlang's reputation will be even higher. I heard that in your country, Lu Sanlang and His Royal Highness Prince Chen have a very good relationship. I also heard that Prince Chen usually handles government affairs very well. If Prince Chen gains power, wouldn't he be worse than His Royal Highness Prince Hengyang, who you were jealous of before?"

Prince Zhao's eyes flickered: "...What can I do? Prince Chen is in Sima Mansion, and he manages Sima Mansion tightly. Look, Jianye has issued several orders to cease fire, but the North has not stopped. What can Jianye do?"

Lu Sanlang's rising reputation was beneficial to Prince Chen. Prince Zhao Liu Huai, who began to be jealous of his brother, also had sleepless nights.

The Northern Kingdom's envoy gave a suggestion: "I am not considering for my country, but for Your Highness. Ruyang and other small counties are just that, and my Northern Kingdom does not care about them. I just think that if you win, you will definitely sign a new alliance with my country and negotiate between the two countries, right? Then it will have nothing to do with Lu Sanlang, so you can call him back to Jianye."

Liu Huai said listlessly: "I'm just worried that I won't be able to summon him."

He was also filled with hatred: the aristocratic families were powerful, and the royal authority was not that great in the eyes of the aristocratic families. If Lu Sanlang won, the aristocratic families would protect him. How could they touch Lu Sanlang at that time?

The Northern Kingdom envoy smiled and said, "You Southern Kingdom... Although I, an outsider, shouldn't say this, but you and your Majesty should always be careful. In our Northern Kingdom, the power of the noble families is not that great. You are about to be trampled under the feet of the noble families. Today, the noble families have repeatedly disobeyed the royal family. In the future, when Lu Sanlang gains power, the royal family will be even more... Alas, my princess has entered your majesty's harem, and I am just worried about the future of our princess."

Liu Huai's eyes flickered. But he was no fool: "You're saying so much, are you afraid that Lu Sanlang will stay in Nanyang forever and not come back? What are you plotting?"

The Northern Kingdom envoy pretended to be embarrassed: "There is no conspiracy. To be honest, we are indeed afraid of Lu Sanlang. Lu Sanlang is a famous scholar, and the famous scholars criticize him every day. We in the Northern Kingdom are really afraid of him. If we win the war and you change the negotiation partner... My Majesty promises that in private, we can add a city to the contract and send it to you as a reward."

Prince Zhao Liu Huai's eyes lit up, he said nothing, but his heart was moved.

What prince doesn't like to increase his power? If he gets one more city, he can trample all the other princes under his feet. By then, the King of Hengyang and the King of Chen will not be a problem. My father is old, and recently the royal family and the aristocratic families have been quarreling because of the war.

Perhaps after the war is over, it will be the best opportunity to change the person in that position.

Be sure to seize the opportunity.

…

The Northern Kingdom's envoys left the Southern Kingdom, and the Jianye court was still arguing over different political views. King Chen was holding on to the last line, not letting them fight for that path. But as time dragged on, there was no clear direction for the war to develop, and everyone was a little uneasy.

Even as to whether to send more troops and food, Jianye was still waiting and watching because the old emperor could not make up his mind.

If the battle in Nanyang is lost, there is no need to send troops or food, but we should negotiate with the Northern Kingdom as soon as possible.

If they win, they will send soldiers and deliver food. But by that time, another group of people will come forward and demand that Lu Sanlang be replaced and sent to Nanyang.

It's always for each other's benefit.

The weather was getting colder and colder, and the people of Jianye were all looking forward to the news from the north. Victory or defeat would affect their next decision.

…

The whole world was watching this war. In the north, other counties were fighting on their own, while Ruyang, Yingchuan, and Nanyang were fighting together. Other counties were also watching the situation in those three counties. In the Nanyang military camp, the atmosphere was also solemn. When the noble ladies were persuaded by Luo Lingyu to come to the military camp to help take care of the wounded, various news kept coming back.

Bloody corpses were sent down from the battlefield. The noble ladies saw the cruelty of war up close and their faces turned pale. The jokes they had made before coming here became extremely ridiculous in the face of real death. The beautiful ladies were smeared with blood on their hands from the daily battles in the military tents. Occasionally, they saw common women wearing armor running past them to help defend the city.

The troops were few, and those who were still able to fight in Nanyang were all sent to the battle line;

The army had little rations and could only steal them from the enemy.

All the noble and poor families in Nanyang contributed their efforts. If they lost this battle, their losses would be unimaginable.

At night, the girls discussed anxiously: "Will we win? I don't want to be someone's slave after losing the battle."

The women were worried and couldn't sleep at night.

At this time, Luo Lingyu's outstanding complexion was highlighted. Compared with the anxiety of other girls, Luo Lingyu was exceptionally calm. When she first helped the military doctor stop the bleeding of the injured soldier, blood splashed on her face, and she vomited all over the place; no matter how good she pretended to be at the beginning, she would complain in her heart that the environment here was poor, the resources were few, the atmosphere was depressed, and it was not in line with her status as a noble lady... She just relied on the weak faith in her heart to hold on.