In the snow, the bright red clothes were extremely eye-catching, and Feng Yuheng recognized the Lotus King at a glance. Unfortunately, now was not the time to reminisce about the past. Although the formation was broken, there were thousands of enemy troops. Even if they did not resist, they would be exhausted to death if they were chopped one by one.
King Lian leaned on the railing of the tower with both hands, and was protected by two Jingwei on each side. His red robe was blown by the wind. She praised while watching, "Yaya's skills are really good. I am ashamed of myself."
"Humph!" Duanmu Anguo, who followed him out, snorted coldly, "Are you just ashamed of yourself? As far as I know, His Royal Highness the Lotus King doesn't know any Kung Fu at all."
King Lian was not angry either. He nodded seriously, then pointed at the Jingwei beside him and said, "If all the masters knew martial arts, what would they do? Duanmu Anguo, I have become very interested in physiognomy recently and have read a lot of classics and unofficial stories. Now I see that your forehead is dark and your eyes are dull. I am afraid that you will have a bloody disaster!"
"Nonsense!" Duanmu Anguo was so angry that he raised his hand and was about to slap him subconsciously.
But the four Jingweis around King Lian were not vegetarians. One of them stretched out his hand and grabbed Duanmu Anguo's wrist. "Grand Commander, please be aware of your identity."
Duanmu Anguo was born a military general, but he was old after all, and his private life was never restrained. Over the years, his body had been drained. If he hadn't tried his best to take good tonic medicine to keep himself going, he wouldn't be in such good shape today.
He hated the Lotus King with a vengeance, but now, under the suppression of the Lotus King, all the soldiers of the Northern Territory have been dispersed and transferred, leaving only him on the high tower. Even if he wanted to turn against him, he had no capital to do so. Duanmu Anguo felt depressed, but still remembered what the Lotus King had said before, and couldn't help but ask again: "What happened to the King of Qianzhou?"
The Lotus King rolled his eyes coquettishly and said with a smile, "It's none of your business."
Duanmu Anguo knew that he could not win the battle of words against the twisted character of the Lotus King since childhood. He was so angry that he simply stood aside and stopped talking. At least there were still several thousand troops fighting against the enemy. Even if the Ninth Prince and Princess Ji'an were very capable, they could not defeat four hands with two fists. A hero could not defeat a large number of people. More than five thousand people would tire them to death.
But at this moment, the Lotus King, who had turned around and continued to watch the battle, spoke again, saying something that almost made Duanmu Anguo angry and injured. She said - "Oh! How could I forget that my Qianzhou soldiers are here to defend Qianzhou, and now they are fighting for a mere Northern Border? No, no -" She pulled a Jingwei beside her, "Hurry up and tell them to stop! Stop! Stop fighting!"
Duanmu Anguo was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat and quickly said, "No! What are you doing? Qianzhou sent troops to guard the northern border. This is the alliance between this governor and the king of Qianzhou. You are also a person who follows orders. Do you know that withdrawing the troops now is disobeying the emperor's order?"
"The Emperor's order?" Prince Lian shook his head helplessly. "Duanmu Anguo, oh Duanmu Anguo, what did I say? The king can barely protect himself now, how can he care about whether there is an alliance or not?"
Duanmu Anguo was anxious! This Lian Wang kept saying that the King of Qianzhou couldn't protect himself, but what did he mean by that? How could he not protect himself? Could it be that there was an internal strife in Qianzhou?
A drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead, and he suddenly remembered what King Lian had said before, that the troops digging the dragon veins in Jiangzhou had already withdrawn, and now only King Lian's forces were left in the northern border. He felt strange at the time because those troops withdrew in a hurry, but he happened to encounter the news of Duanmu Cong's death, so he didn't have time to think about it. Now that it was brought up again, Duanmu Anguo had to think deeply about it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that such a hasty withdrawal was like a big problem in Qianzhou. Could it be... another dispute over the throne?
But it shouldn't be possible. This king's cruel methods are not comparable to those of ordinary people. When he was fighting for the throne, he did everything he could. None of his brothers had a good ending, including King Lian, who was tortured since childhood. Now in Qian Zhou, all those who threatened the throne have been killed by him, and his own children are still young, so who would compete with him!
Duanmu Anguo kept analyzing in his mind, and at this time, he saw the Lotus King stretch out his arms, put his arms on the necks of the Jingwei on both sides, and said in a delicate voice: "Come on, take me to meet my old friend, and by the way, let's help Duanmu Da Dutong to clean up the people who need to be cleaned up."
After she said this, Duanmu Anguo was finally shocked. He thought to himself, so what if you are arrogant? In the end, you still have to obey the orders of the monarch.
At this time, the two Jingwei of the Lotus King had already flown up, and carefully sent them to the army as if they were holding a treasure. At the same time, two other Jingwei rushed forward with their swords, the tips of their swords pointed directly at Xuantian, Mingfeng, and Yuheng.
Duanmu Anguo was very excited, but he didn't dare to move too close, or even expose himself. He always remembered how those people died, and the hole between his eldest son Duanmu Cong's eyebrows. The princess of Dashun had a strange hidden weapon in her hand, and he had to be on guard.
Duanmu Anguo, who was hiding in the tower, watched the two Qianzhou Jingwei stabbed with their swords, and even began to imagine Xuantian Mingfeng Yuheng being killed by their swords in an instant. But he never expected that the dignified Qianzhou Lotus King would actually turn against his own side at the critical moment, and actually... Two swords stabbed the two Northern Boundary assassins who were mixed in the army beside Feng Yuheng.
The center of the fight was very close to the tower. After seeing the two assassins he secretly sent out being stabbed in the heart by the Qianzhou people, Duanmu Anguo's scalp exploded, but he immediately made corresponding countermeasures. He did not stay any longer and turned around and ran without saying a word.
The appearance of the Lotus King suddenly stopped the army that was originally attacking Xuan Tianming Feng Yuheng with all their might. Everyone put down their swords and stood still. Until the Lotus King was put down by Jingwei and fell to the ground, thousands of people knelt down at the same time and shouted loudly: "Your Highness the Lotus King! Live a thousand years!"
Feng Yuheng frowned when she heard this. Is there something wrong with the woman? Are all her subordinates sick? At this time, with a powerful enemy at hand, they actually still have the mind to perform such a great ceremony?
Xuan Tianming had heard of this Lotus King before, so he was not surprised. He just retracted his whip, shook off the blood on it, and then helped Feng Yuheng to tidy up her hair which was a little messy due to the long fight. He also tightened her cloak and asked in a low voice: "Are you hurt?"
Feng Yuheng shook his head: "No harm."
"Are you cold?"
"kind of."
When he heard that there was something wrong, Xuan Tianming quickly took off his cloak and wrapped the girl tightly. Under the cold and ruthless mask, there was a tenderness that could not be concealed.
King Lian was standing opposite them, watching them. He didn't even bother to ask the soldiers to stand up. He just said to Jingwei beside him, "Did you see that? This kind of person is the most heartless. You saved her, but she didn't know how to be grateful at all. She just knew how to flirt with other men. It's really a waste of my efforts."
Feng Yuheng frowned at her and corrected her, "It's not another man, this is my own man."
"What about me?" The Lotus King came forward and asked her with a smile, "What about me?"
"You..." Feng Yuheng thought for a moment, "You can be considered my woman."
"Then," Xuan Tianming spoke, pointing at the soldiers, "What do you think about my woman's woman's affairs today?"
King Lian smiled and kicked the soldiers around him a few times, "Get up, get up, all of you! Get back! Get back!" Soon, thousands of soldiers were driven back dozens of steps by her, leaving only four Jingweis by her side. Seeing that they had almost retreated, King Lian said again, "There is nothing to say, I just have a grudge against Duanmu Anguo, and his stage must be demolished. Today, let alone helping to guard the northern border, even if one day you fight to the capital of Qianzhou, as long as Duanmu Anguo is there, I will still open the city gate for you!"
When he said this, Feng Yuheng immediately felt the hatred she had felt in the tunnel, the hatred that King Lian had for Duanmu Anguo. She didn't know where this hatred came from. How could two people who had nothing to do with each other, a Qian Zhou royal family and a Dashun official, have such a deep hatred?
Xuan Tianming looked at the Lotus King thoughtfully for a while, then nodded, "So that's how it is." This was a double entendre, and his understanding was superficial, which meant that he understood the Lotus King's explanation. His understanding was profound, which meant that he had seen the truth hidden under the Lotus King's stunning appearance.
He hugged the girl next to him tighter and whispered, "Leave him alone."
"Hey!" The Lotus King was not happy. "Old Nine of the Xuan Family, aren't you meddling too much? You manage everything, and you also care about your wife's friendships? I have only chosen this one good sister in my life. If you dare to ruin it for me, do you believe I will bring back those 5,000 soldiers?"
Xuan Tianming nodded, "I believe it."
"Then you still..."
"The King is pleased."
Feng Yuheng stroked her forehead. Okay, she believed it. Xuan Tianming's arrogance versus King Lian's arrogance, the two were truly evenly matched!
"Feng." Feng Yuheng raised his eyebrows and looked at her. "Such a big favor, you just give it away like that? Since Qian Zhou has sent troops to garrison the northern border, it must be the king's will. How are you going to explain it when you go back?"
King Lian's eyes lit up, "Yaya, are you concerned about me?"
Xuan Tianming frowned and corrected her: "It's Ah Heng."
"I prefer to be called Yaya! I'll piss you off to death!" This person confronted Xuan Tianming, "After all, I am a lifesaver, how can you be so ungrateful? Let me tell you, if I hadn't been guarding here, if those people coming out of the tunnel weren't my people, if I hadn't tried my best to get rid of Duanmu Anguo's soldiers early in the morning, do you think Songzhou City could have been broken so easily?"
It's not broken, right? Feng Yuheng looked at the city gate in the distance. The ice blocking the gate was still very thick.
"Ah, it's useless to tell you all this. I've done all the good things, so I won't leave my name behind. But Yaya, you must remember that you owe me another favor, and it's a big one. In the future, when I ask you for something, you must not refuse!"
Feng Yuheng frowned slightly. The Lotus King always talked about favors. What on earth did she want to ask of her?
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