Chapter 86 Leaving Zhongdu; Feng Kun's Choice
Xie Ci's transfer order arrived on the fourth day.
He led four battalions of the Beijing camp to rush to Ganzhou to suppress Lin's private army.
Feng Kun's movements were still as quick, accurate and ruthless as ever. The day after Xie Ci left Duke Qi's Mansion, he attacked Uncle Lin.
It was not necessary originally, but it has become necessary now. Uncle Lin has been dismissed from all his posts, but in order to control Uncle Lin, the old emperor suppressed the liquidation and put him in jail awaiting trial.
Now Feng Kun is facing a counterattack from the old emperor. It is reasonable for him to keep his composure and, after a brief inspection, to once again target Lin Guojiu as a breakthrough point.
Thus, the campaign against the Lin family has achieved a breakthrough. Yesterday, a definitive report shocked the entire capital. Clear evidence has emerged that the Lin family maintains private armies within their fiefdoms, colluding with the Jiedushi of Bingnan, the neighboring Ganzhou, to cover up their activities. Uncle Lin, having used various identities and methods to purchase weapons in the past, was precisely for these 30,000 private soldiers!
Ganzhou was not far from the capital, stretching over 400 acres beyond its borders. The court was in an uproar, and Feng Kun, seizing the opportunity to pursue the enemy, planned to dispatch Xie Ci with four battalions from the capital to suppress the rebellion. This time, even the old emperor remained silent. Furious, he held off on taking action against Lin Guofu for now, intending to exploit him to the fullest. However, he issued an order to capture Lin Guofu and tacitly approved the suppression of Ganzhou.
Uncle Lin ran away, carried on Zhao Xi's back.
The capital was in turmoil and chaos, so he ignored the thanks and had already made his arrangements and was ready to leave.
Once he leaves Zhongdu, he will never come back.
He took the troop mobilization fish token and rushed to the Beijing camp to check the troops that morning. Qin Guan Chen Luo was well prepared and had packed up everything. He received the order and moved quickly.
The Yunxiang Camp has been under construction for nearly three hundred years. Since the founding of the country, the wooden walls have been gradually replaced with stone ones. Now they have been covered with moss after years of baptism. In winter, the moss grows and withers into a layer of gray-black. The gray walls are covered with snow, which is mottled but very solid.
The Yunxiang camp is like a small city, except that it is filled with densely packed barracks and various large and small training grounds.
In the middle of the morning, drills continued on the parade grounds, but the Fourth Battalion quickly turned back to the camp to receive military supplies and regroup after receiving the military order.
Xie Ci stood on the wall of the village, watching the soldiers gathering below. Beside him stood Gao Minggong, the commander of the Beijing camp.
The sun had been shining these past few days, and the howling north wind had lost a bit of its chill. The handsome cloaks fluttered in the wind, one red, the other dark blue. After standing for a moment, Gao Minggong suddenly asked, "Are you going back to the north?"
Xie Ci stood on the high wall of the village, the sunlight fell on his cheeks and body. His eyes were still sharp, but he seemed to have lost the feeling of tension and oppression, and his whole body felt a rare lightness.
Xie Ci was surprised by his sharpness. He said, "Feng Kun and I had an agreement in the past. This is my last mission. After completing this mission, I will be transferred back to Shuofang."
Gao Minggong was about forty years old, almost fifty. It was said that he had a good relationship with Xie Xinzhong in the past, but Xie Xinzhong was too busy and often away from home, so Xie Ci did not know all of his friends and comrades.
However, Gao Minggong, like Pang Huai, also belongs to Master Wen's side.
Gao Minggong sighed softly. It was difficult for someone trapped in Zhongdu to be so cheerful. He was quite perceptive and guessed it right.
He let out a long breath, "Alright, let's leave the capital sooner rather than later. It wouldn't be bad to go back."
His serious face rarely showed a smile. He patted Xie Ci's shoulder and said gently, "Give my regards to your mother."
"Are your sister-in-law, nephews, and nieces all right? Take good care of them!"
"Okay! I will."
Xie Ci nodded, Gao Minggong patted his shoulder with his hand, then released it. The two hugged each other and patted each other on the back.
It can be said that the words are simple but the feelings are deep. Before today, Xie Ci didn't know about it, and Gao Minggong didn't deliberately look for him or talk to him alone.
From these few words and actions, one could taste the subtle friendship. Gao Minggong looked like a serious general who seldom smiled, but at this moment he smiled happily, his brows relaxed, and a few crow's feet appeared at the corners of his eyes, revealing his true age.
Xie Ci sighed, feeling more and more that what he did was right.
At Qinguan, Chen Luo had already quickly assembled his own battalion soldiers, as well as the commanders of the seventeenth and eighteenth battalions, Wang Zhen and Sun Jiting. As the drums died down, Gao Ming respectfully said, "See you someday."
Xie Ci clasped his fists and said, "See you someday!"
He quickly walked down the village wall, jumped on his horse, and immediately led four battalions of Beijing troops out of the wide-open gate, crossed the Yellow River to the north and headed straight for Ganzhou.
After all the troops from the four battalions had marched out, Xie Ci turned around. His eyesight was excellent and he could still see Gao Minggong on top of the village wall, watching him go, his bright red cloak fluttering in the wind.
Xie Ci stared for a while before turning around and leading his army north.
He was in a good mood. The sky above his head was blue and the sun was warm. Outside the bustling counties of Zhongdu, the towns and villages gradually became sparse, but the view became wider and wider, making his heart feel relaxed along with this vast world.
It was as if an invisible shackle was put on him and fell off as he left Zhongdu.
At dusk that day, the Fourth Battalion set up camp in Feng County, more than a hundred miles away from the Yellow River. The mountains were covered with snow and there were many green pines. The firemen pushed the big pots and dug the stoves, and the soldiers from each camp stopped on the spot.
While setting up camp was busy, Xie Ci had already left the camp in the twilight, galloping along the plain on his horse, his dark blue cloak fluttering in the wind, as he hurried to meet up with Gu Wan and his party who had been waiting for a long time.
On the surface, the General's Mansion looked the same as usual, but the entrance to the tunnel leading to Feng Kun's side had been sealed. Gu Wan arranged other matters and took everyone to pack up all the necessary belongings. When Xie Ci went to the business to inspect the troops, she had already set off with a small group of people.
Qin Ying, Zhang Ningyuan, He Yuan, and Xie Feng left in several groups to avoid attracting too much attention. She brought a dozen people with her and stayed here specifically to wait for Xie Ci.
The afterglow of the setting sun filled the sky, dyeing the fish-scale clouds on the horizon a layer of golden red.
On the crimson plain, that familiar figure led a dozen light cavalry and galloped towards them in the sunset.
Gu Guan smiled when he saw him, and rode his horse to meet him.
"Wanwan!"
"what?"
The two of them separated for a short day and then reunited again. Ever since Gu Wan agreed to marry him, Xie Ci was so happy that she seemed to be overflowing with joy. She smiled as soon as she saw her, and Gu Wan couldn't help but smile too.
Gu Wan had already changed into fine armor, and Xie Ci wanted to take her with him, so she simply jumped onto his horse. There were a lot of people outside, and the two of them didn't do anything intimate, but they were happy just leaning against each other like this.
The big black horse trotted slowly along the road, the sound of its hooves accompanied the long sunset. The two looked north and naturally talked about going home. Xie Ci also talked about what happened in the Beijing camp today.
"I hope he won't be too angry when he finds out I took two battalions."
In fact, Xie Ci wouldn't be returning to Zhongdu after this trip. Dealing with the Ganzhou private soldiers and the Bingnan Jiedushi wouldn't be difficult overall, but it would be Wang Zhen and Sun Jiting's two battalions that would ultimately return, while he would lead the other two battalions, Qin Guan and Chen Luo, in pursuit of the fleeing private soldiers until they returned to Shuofang.
By then, the dust should have settled in Zhongdu.
Gu Wan shrugged: "It's okay. After all, we're going to the north to help protect our country and the people. These two battalions of soldiers will be of greater use in resisting foreign invaders in the north!"
Xie Ci felt a little guilty at first, but when he thought about it, it seemed to be true. He immediately laughed and said, "Yeah, you're right!"
So he felt relieved.
Xie Ci loosened the reins, while Gu Guan held them in his hand. They both looked towards the north. At the end of the road was Shuofang, the long northern border.
After returning, Xie Ci would also give it his all. If all went well, with the threat of foreign invaders gone, and Feng Kun reinforcing the central government, the Wei Dynasty could be extended by perhaps ten to twenty years, perhaps even twenty to thirty.
Even if war breaks out in the Central Plains at that time, it will have nothing to do with foreign invaders.
It has nothing to do with their generation.
Xie Ci certainly had his own vision for the end of the dynasty, but he felt it was a good idea. While dealing with the Northern Rong, he would also diligently manage the Shuofang region and build up strength. He smiled at Gu Wan and said, "In the future, I'll leave it to my son!"
His eyes reflected the bright sunset, and the thought of him and her son was so sweet.
Gu Wan rolled his eyes: "Where did you get a son? Can't a daughter be okay? Who said you must give birth to a son? What if all you get are daughters?"
She also likes her cubs very much, but she will not give birth to more than two.
Xie Ci thought about it and realized that this was indeed possible. He thought seriously for a while and said, "A daughter is fine, but it would be too hard."
With the precedent of Princess Changping in our dynasty, it is not impossible for a female general to lead the army. However, it is really too hard. Just the menstrual period alone, when the war really starts, it is common for her to stay on horseback and not change clothes for ten days or half a month.
When Xie Ci was young and ignorant of the sufferings of the world, he had admired the Pipa Girl. Although it was not the kind of admiration with bad intentions, he had heard some words about her and knew what menstruation was, not to mention that after he was with Gu Wan, he encountered her having a stomachache once.
If he encounters a fierce battle during his period, he won't even be able to change his menstrual belt. It's too hard, too hard. He really doesn't want to do that.
If they were all daughters, he hoped they could enjoy a peaceful and prosperous life.
Xie Ci thought seriously for a while and said, "Let's see what happens to her. If she doesn't want to, we can just pick another successor."
Anyway, the Xie family is not without boys, so he can definitely ensure that his daughters will live a safe and happy life.
Xie Ci's face was filled with worry and solemnity, he had even imagined how to choose a son-in-law. Combined with his young face and old father's expression, it looked so funny that Gu Wan burst out laughing.
Xie Ci also laughed.
The laughter was blown away by the wind.
"Where are Xun Xiao and Wen Xuan?"
"We set off this morning, and my second sister-in-law is taking them with her."
Gu Guan pulled out the water bag from the saddle, uncorked it, tilted his head back and took a sip. "Hmm? Who do you think won, Feng Kun or the old emperor?"
From this angle, she was looking in the direction of Zhongdu, but she could no longer see the city walls of Zhongdu. The blue sky deepened in color, and the sunset glow spread over the remaining snow, brown and yellow, and the mountaintops covered with evergreen trees at the end of her sight.
Gu Wan handed him the water bag, and Xie Ci also raised his head and took a sip: "If nothing unexpected happens, it should be Feng Kun."
But it’s hard to say. No one can be sure who will win until the last moment.
But today, Xie Ci no longer cares about this. Even for the old emperor, it is not so easy to touch him nowadays.
"At most, it will be 10 to 20 years earlier."
There is no need to hand it over to his son.
Thank you for trying your best and having a clear conscience.
Thinking of the old emperor's arrogant face, who looked down on his ministers and regarded the lives of disloyal people as worthless, he curled his lips in disgust.
If it were the old emperor, he could almost say with certainty that this last ray of light would not exist, and that being able to last more than twenty or thirty years would be the limit, and there was a very high possibility that it would end earlier than expected.
"We must take every step carefully. We can't afford to suffer the same huge loss as before."
At this moment, after stepping back, Xie Ci was able to look at Feng Kun and the old emperor calmly.
If he could choose, he would choose Feng Kun.
It's true that Feng Kun was a man of unscrupulous intentions, but it must be said that he did have a bottom line. He sneered at the persistence of Xie Xinzhong and others, but he watched from the sidelines and did not add fuel to the fire until the last moment, even though Xie Xinzhong was once one of his political enemies.
Feng Kun knew very well what he was doing, and he also had a clear view of the current situation of the dynasty and the world.
Xie Ci couldn't help but sigh. He didn't expect that after going around in circles, Feng Kun was the only one who was most suitable to cooperate with him.
As for the others, they all flew away at the thought.
If Feng Kun had not won, even if both sides suffered losses, the blueprint he had previously envisioned would not have been possible to realize.
He sighed with emotion: "If this were a peaceful time, Feng Kun would probably be a wise minister."
His father Feng Liangyu was a good official and no matter how much he was taught, he would not be any worse.
Gu Wan was silent for a moment, but she was thinking about the Xie family. If it were a peaceful time, Xie Ci would have been a free-spirited young general, just like the elder and second brothers Xie, who had gone through their youthful years and then grown step by step into a good general who was a mainstay of the family.
He may not leave his name in history, and he may not be the leader of a region. Being a general is definitely full of blood and tears, but his family is his solid support, and generally speaking, he will still be very happy.
She could see Xie Ci's hand resting on his thigh, the old whip scar still visible on the back of his hand. She quickly changed the subject: "Hey, Xie Ci, if Feng Kun wins, will he choose the younger prince or the fourth prince?"
In fact, according to the real interests, the one who can best control and manipulate it is of course the young prince. Excluding those who died young, there are three princes under the fourth prince, one is nine years old, one is six years old, and one is five years old.
Of course, children aged four or five will be easier to manipulate in the future.
The warhorse galloped, carrying the two men northwest. Smoke from the camp could be seen in the distance. Xie Ci thought for a moment and said, "I don't know. It's hard to say."
…
The setting sun eventually sank into the horizon, and the earth was shrouded in the darkness of the night. Before sunrise, no one could see what the end of this dark and hazy night would be.
It may be the morning light as expected, or it may be heavy snow and cloudy as expected.
Today is the first day of the twelfth lunar month.
Coincidentally, Feng Kun was also talking about this matter.
As the lights came on, the Duke of Qi's Mansion was brightly lit as usual, but Feng Kun's study, located in the central place, seemed particularly quiet.
The branch-shaped lamps were not all lit, and it was half dark and half bright. Feng Kun sat alone behind the large desk. The number of people who had been coming and going in the dark passage for many days finally began to decrease.
In the midst of all silence, there is a silent and potent force ready to strike.
Everything is ready.
However, Feng Kun has not given any indication as to who should be promoted to the position after the matter is accomplished.
Yin Luo could be said to know him best. He handed the last secret report to the eunuch guarding the door outside and told him to pass it on to Huang Huaiyu, Gao Min, Zheng Jinming and the others.
The Southern Court, the Northern Court, and the Jinwu Guards, the confidants that Feng Kun had spent ten years pushing up bit by bit, have finally taken their positions, occupying nearly half of the positions in the palace and city defense, and finally, silently and quietly, have approached the old emperor's lifeline.
A thundering strike is coming soon!
Yin Luo returned to the study. Feng Kun sat quietly behind the desk. He leaned over and whispered, "Second Young Master, should we choose the young prince or the fourth prince?"
No matter what, arrangements must be made to protect Concubine Mu and the Fourth Prince, but the arrangements for the two are different.
The former only requires simple arrangements, while the latter must be connected to their plan, and there is a process of retreat and then ascending the throne.
Feng Kun has not given any signal to come down, so there is no way to arrange this.
Under the light, Feng Kun, who had been thinking with his eyes downcast, moved his eyelashes. He raised his eyes and met Yin Luo's gaze full of concern.
Yin Luo was the son of a servant of Feng Liangyu. Relying on the Feng family's kindness in saving his entire family, he vowed to follow them until death. After Feng Kun was imprisoned in the palace, he took the initiative to follow him in.
Feng Kun didn't answer. The door creaked open and Huang Xin tiptoed in, saying softly, "Prime Minister, everything has been arranged at Qingyi Garden. You can go there today."
There are eight palaces and twenty-six gardens in the inner court. Although Concubine Mu is a noble concubine, she has been living in Qingyi Garden, where she was once a concubine, because the old emperor only favored her on the surface but actually suppressed her cruelly.
She had no objection and was even willing to do so, because Qingyi Garden was one of the few places in the inner court where the tunnels were connected. If arranged properly, Feng Kun could visit her once a month.
Not too much.
Time is very short, and she is afraid that the old emperor will find out and bring harm to her/him.
In the past few years, the old emperor often summoned Concubine Mu to attend to his illness, but she was never able to arrange it one of the three times.
When Feng Kun heard this, he immediately stood up.
This powerful eunuch, who always looked eye-catching in a scarlet Qilin robe or a colorful python robe with imperial dragon patterns, immediately took off his gorgeous clothes that represented supreme authority, changed into an ordinary gray-green eunuch palace robe, and put on a black hooded cloak.
With his hood pulled up, covering most of his face and body, he walked quickly through the tunnel.
He quickly passed through the tunnel. The flap of the wardrobe above his head was already open. He pushed it up with his hands and went directly to the small compartment of the bedroom.
He waited for a while, and after a long while, Concubine Mu hurriedly lifted the curtain, looked out nervously, and ran in quickly.
"Yuer!"
"Ashan!"
The four hands were clasped together, and Feng Kun was also very happy. All the coldness and sharpness in his brows and the condescending look that could see through people's hearts disappeared without a trace at this moment, like ice and snow melting.
He whispered, "How have you been lately? Are you tired? Have you taken the plasters and nourishing pills I sent over?"
Concubine Mu often knelt for a long time, and it was painful no matter how warm the ground was. There were many people who followed the old emperor in the Qingyi Garden, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for them to even see each other. Ordinary tonic medicines that had a smell or would be noticed by others were all forbidden. Feng Kun put a lot of thought into finding a famous doctor in Jiangnan, who made an odorless plaster and prescribed pills for her.
Concubine Mu smiled, and her gentle and soft face suddenly became lively, no longer silent and quiet, just like the two of them under the parasol tree in the past, and she walked thousands of miles and spent all her money to finally find him, and the smile on her face at that moment.
"It's okay, I used it all, it's much better, my knee doesn't hurt anymore, there's still some left, but not much."
She whispered to him, "I've been tending to the patient for fewer days this month than last month, and he can't take care of me. I can often sneak in for a while, so it's not that hard. Don't worry."
In fact, Feng Kun knew very well whether she was working hard or not, but she didn't know that he knew it, so she tried to downplay it and tell him that she was fine and not to worry about her.
Feng Kun pretended not to know and said with joy: "That's great."
"I'll ask them to make some more and send them to you later."
He gently stroked her hand. Until now, there was no lust between them. They just loved and cared about each other purely.
——Feng Kun has been sharp and cruel for half his life, with a heart as cold and blood as hard as a rock. Concubine Mu can be said to be the only soft thing left in his heart.
When he was born, his mother suffered a severe hemorrhage during childbirth and almost died. She hated him very much.
His father loved him and tried again and again to reconcile his mother until he was at his wit's end and had to scold and order her. His mother finally restrained her dislike for him in front of others, but she remained unchanged in private.
His father was busy with external affairs, and although he loved him, he couldn't always be with him, so he could only arrange for more people to be around him.
When Feng Kun was a child, he saw his mother loving his older brothers and sisters. He longed for maternal love and tried hard to please his mother, but he was always met with harsh rebukes and cold eyes.
Until one day, when the little boy was squatting under a paulownia tree and crying, he met a little sister. Later he learned that it was his little cousin Mu Yue, whose nickname was Huamei. Her voice was melodious and crisp, like a lark, her little hands were very warm, and her smile and concern were as gentle as the spring sun.
That year, they were eight and six years old.
His cousin pulled him up from the ground, brushed off the leaves and dust on him, comforted him softly, protected him in front of his mother, and gave him a small thrush.
Finally, my cousin found a way to get my aunt to persuade my mother.
My aunt is a Buddhist and a firm believer in reincarnation and karma. Her face looks very much like my deceased grandmother. She sat in the warm room and scolded my mother until she cried. My mother was at a loss. Finally, my aunt pulled her up, brought her to her side, wiped her tears, and said a lot to her in a serious tone.
Finally, his mother finally changed her mind and treated him much better than before, although not as well as his sisters and brothers.
During those eight years, my uncle first took up an office in the neighboring state and was later transferred far south. Worried that the children would not be able to adapt to the local climate, he first sent them to his home and only sent someone to pick them up after everything was settled there.
At that time, her aunt had passed away, so Mu Yue simply lived in the Feng family.
The two were childhood sweethearts, cousins, and had pledged their lives to each other and had already made a marriage alliance.
Later, the Feng family was overthrown by misfortune. He lost almost all his relatives overnight. Some of his family members were killed, some were exiled. He was imprisoned and castrated because he had offended his family. She traveled thousands of miles and spent all her money just to see him. She said to him: "There are thousands of ways to live your life. No matter what, you must live well."
Beneath the old palace wall, the young girl, in a half-worn cloth dress and with the velvet on the edges of her shoes, burst into tears and spoke to him seriously with tears in her eyes.
At the beginning, Feng Kun relied on her determination and persevered through it.
The two people didn't spend much time together. They had only exchanged a dozen words when the footsteps of the palace nanny who had been sent away with great difficulty began to sound outside the palace gate again. The palace maid guarding the gate deliberately quarreled with her for a few words, and the sound was faintly heard in the half-ruined room of the palace.
Feng Kun took a deep breath and hugged her gently, "I'm going back."
He thought to himself, this should be the last time, he would never let her suffer even the slightest bit of injustice again!
The two of them hugged each other gently and then separated. Concubine Mu smiled at him with the most beautiful smile.
Feng Kun also turned around and smiled, jumped off the flap, and closed the mechanism.
The light above his head disappeared, and he stood in the darkness, listening quietly to the footsteps disappear.
In an instant, Feng Kun's smile faded and he returned to his usual self.
He stood there expressionless for a while, then turned and walked away quickly.
He doesn't want to wait any longer!
…
Feng Kun's feelings towards Concubine Mu have never changed.
What kept him undecided was the Fourth Prince.
The next morning, Feng Kun had the new plaster and pills quietly delivered to the palace. That evening, the Fourth Prince arrived. He was a year older, now fifteen. His fair, youthful face was filled with joy and admiration. "Foster father! My mother said the new plaster is very good. She used it for half a day, and her knee felt much better."
Apart from his own bedroom and study, the Fourth Prince only went in and out of Feng Kun's mansion.
This child without father's love received Feng Kun's protection and teaching, just like a fledgling out of the nest. No matter what others said about Feng Kun, he thought he was good. He would argue, quarrel and get angry with others. He never despised eunuchs like other princes, but really regarded him as his adoptive father.
"Oh, that's good."
Feng Kun stood quietly by the window, his face slightly gloomy, his eyes lowered, and he folded his hands. He turned around when he heard footsteps.
He lowered his eyes slightly and looked at the boy in front of him.
It can be said that the Fourth Prince grew up under his protection. Without him, it would be questionable whether he could grow up.
The reason why he had been hesitant was because the Fourth Prince had half of the blood that he hated to the extreme.
But Feng Kun knew very well that if he chose another option, the Fourth Prince would be destined to live his life in depression.
——In fact, Gu Guan only guessed half right. If Feng Kun chose the little prince, he would let him die in two years, and then choose another successor from the royal family to become the little emperor.
He hated the old emperor to the extreme, and even found it unbearable for the latter's bloodline to continue to stay on the throne, even if it was just as a puppet!
But Concubine Mu and the Fourth Prince made him hesitate.
If Feng Kun succeeds in seizing power, no matter who becomes the emperor, the little prince or a member of the royal family, no matter how high the title given to the fourth prince is, and whether he stays in his fiefdom or in the capital under his nose, the latter will find it difficult to escape the fate of being surrounded by rumors and unhappy.
After all, Feng Kun supported the Fourth Prince for so many years, but in the end he didn't let him take the throne, and even didn't let him be a puppet. The Fourth Prince became a complete joke.
Feng Kun is well aware of the evil of human nature. He is jealous of what others have and hates what he himself does not have. He just wishes that others would never be better.
Feng Kun could have his palace protected, but the effect would be no different from the former. After all, the Fourth Prince would eventually grow up, and he was not in jail.
The boy in front of him had a young and innocent face, was smiling happily, called him godfather, and truly regarded him as his godfather.
Feng Kun raised his head and let out a sigh. Over the years, he had sincerely educated and tried his best to protect the Fourth Prince under the pressure of the old emperor.
He has half of Concubine Mu's blood flowing in his body.
Feng Kun will never have children in this life, and he once treated Yue'er's child as his own.
Feng Kun finally chose the fourth prince, the child who called him godfather and once leaned on him with his face upturned.
The Fourth Prince talked for a long time before reluctantly taking the new books back. Feng Kun watched him leave.
He stood there for a long time, his large fox fur cloak, so black it looked like blue, billowing in the wind. He ordered, "According to the original plan, we will start on the third day of the twelfth lunar month!"
Feng Kun paused and said, "Notify the Fourth Prince and Imperial Concubine Mu on how to cooperate and retreat!"
Yin Luo exhaled, and knelt on one knee with a "pop": "Yes!"
In the evening, the wind started to blow, and the howling north wind suddenly became chilly and sharp as a knife blade!
…
Everything was quiet and snow was falling heavily.
In the dead of winter, the old emperor was rarely happy because he had finally turned the tables and stabilized the situation.
He even drank half a cup of warm rice wine and fell asleep.
But in the middle of the night, he was suddenly awakened by a nightmare!
After forty years of weathering the harsh winds and frost and fighting, he suddenly had a chilling intuition about the silently approaching danger.
In the middle of the night, the jade pillow fell to the ground with a "bang" and shattered into pieces. The old emperor woke up from a nightmare, sweating profusely.
His heart was pounding wildly, and a cold feeling like needles pricking his back filled his whole body, reaching his heart.
The palace maids ran around in a hurry, heating the tea cups. The huge vermilion and gold-painted hall door was pushed open, and the cold wind rushed in. Lu Haide was so anxious that he scolded him, and then hurriedly closed it with a "Ya" sound.
Somehow, in this cold weather, when the icy wind blew, he suddenly remembered more than half of the generals and captains in the Southern Court, Northern Court and Jinwu Guard who had been replaced.
I broke out in a cold sweat.
The author has something to say:
Well, after looking around, our Wanwan and Cizi are still the best, although it was not easy to come by.
Feng Kun and the old emperor will have a result tomorrow, huh! A super fat chapter~ See you tomorrow, babies, love you!! (づ￣3￣)づ
Finally, I would like to thank the "unknown squirrel spirit" for throwing the mine, pen refills, pen refills!
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And all the big babies who watered Wenwen, jiu mi jiu mi~
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