Chapter 439 Haven’t you let go of the hatred in your heart?

[The Thirteen Zhaoli Tribes have long had ambitions. ]

[In the book, they offended Western Chu more than once, and the people on the border were particularly miserable.]

[The reason why we have been living in peace and harmony for these years and have not had any trouble is probably because Western Chu has become increasingly powerful and my father has changed his previous style and worked hard to govern the country.]

After hearing Jiujiu's thoughts, Emperor Zhaoning couldn't help but sigh again. While Jiujiu made him wake up and work hard to govern the country, she also silently helped Xi Chu avoid a disaster.

Good nine nine.

Always moved him.

Always let him feel that fate has been kind to him and that there is always a chance of turning around in every crisis.

I believe that this time the fifth, tenth and eleventh brothers will be rescued.

"Father, Jiujiu's suggestion is that sooner or later, Xi Chu will fight with the Thirteen Tribes of Zhaoli. Now that this is the case, why not prepare for war!"

"Let General Yang Bo be the chief commander!"

[I believe that this time, General Yang Bo will definitely surprise everyone. ]

[He will definitely win this battle, and he will definitely become famous. ]

[After all, in the book, he is a natural born general, blessed by heaven. Especially at this age, he is already very powerful.]

[Although some things have changed in this life, General Yang Bo is a rising star. When he reaches a certain age, I believe that he will be victorious in every battle.]

"Okay, I'll listen to Jiujiu." Emperor Zhaoning had no objection.

The eldest prince originally did not trust others and wanted to be the chief commander and win the battle for Western Chu, but after hearing Jiujiu's voice, he decided to give the opportunity and the burden to Yang Bo.

He believed in Jiujiu, and he believed in Yang Bo even more.

"Okay, it's decided. Prepare for war! But..." Emperor Zhaoning said, "Western Chu should prepare for war in secret and not let anyone know. And ahead, Jiujiu, Lao Da, Lao Shisan, I order you three brothers and sisters to go to Zhaoli Thirteenth Division first and investigate the whereabouts of Lao Wu and his men."

"Try to rescue them before the war starts."

"Only by rescuing them can we fight the Zhaoli Thirteen Divisions without being controlled by them."

"Yes, Father."

Several people set off for the Thirteen Divisions of Zhaoli as soon as possible.

It was summer and the sun was scorching.

This road is not easy to walk on!

Jiujiu had finished her water just a short while after leaving the city. She felt dry mouth, sweaty and very tired.

The same goes for the eldest brother and the thirteenth brother.

Several people were looking forward to passing by a herbal tea stall, drinking some herbal tea and cooling off.

But I never encountered it.

until--

"Gee, gee, gee..."

Suddenly, a familiar sound of horses driving came from behind them.

Jiujiu turned around in surprise and saw a familiar face. She exclaimed, "Little cousin? Feng Yunyi?"

“You guys are here too.”

"Jiujiu." Nan Yuanxiang waved at Jiujiu on the horse, "Okay Jiujiu, I'm here, and I brought a lot of herbal tea and ice cubes. We won't be too tired on this journey."

"It's really timely relief!" the boss exclaimed.

When Nan Yuanxiang came to Jiujiu, she immediately took out a water bag and handed it to Jiujiu, "Jiujiu, drink it quickly? It's filled with herbal tea. I put a lot in it!"

Jiujiu looked at the more than ten water bags on Nan Yuanxiang's horse in shock and said, "Little cousin, you are amazing."

"Of course."

Speaking of which, after Nan Yuanxiang and Feng Yunyi's misunderstanding was resolved, they should have been busy preparing for the wedding. After all, they were already of marriageable age, and both families were urging them to do so.

But because the queen passed away, the couple's wedding could not be held and had to be postponed.

It can only be done after the mourning period is over.

Good things take time!

Fortunately, the two of them didn't take this matter too seriously. They just did what they had to do and lived a pretty good life.

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A month later, Jiujiu and his group arrived at the border between Western Chu and the Thirteen Tribes of Zhaoli.

They disguised themselves as merchants traveling back and forth and entered the Thirteen Departments of Zhaoli.

Jiujiu rode on his horse, looking at the endless grassland, and said, "Later, we will go to various tribes under the pretext of collecting wool, and then find an opportunity to inquire about the whereabouts of the royal brothers."

The boss agreed, "Okay."

"Let's split up! Everyone be careful." Jiujiu said, "I will go with my little cousin and Feng Yunyi, and my eldest brother and Thirteenth Brother will go with me."

The boss looked at Jiujiu who was becoming more and more like a king and said, "Okay, I'll listen to Jiujiu."

Everyone started to take action.

As Jiujiu and Nan Yuanxiang were walking, they suddenly heard the sound of a piano. The sound was very beautiful, but the sound was full of sadness and longing.

Nan Yuanxiang started to cry when she heard this. She wiped her tears and complained, "Who is playing the piano? Why is he playing such a sad tune? Did his whole family die?"

Feng Yunyi also shed tears, "This is the saddest song I have ever heard in my life."

Jiujiu was also very sad, her eyes were red, but she did not lose her composure and cry. Instead, she looked around, looking for the person playing the piano.

Most of the people in the Thirteen Tribes of Zhaoli are rough and heroic, and they like the huqin and hand drum. There are almost no people who play the piano.

Only people from Western Chu and Southern China play the piano.

Jiujiu suspected that the person playing the piano should be from the Central Plains, one of our own. Maybe he could find some of his royal brothers through this person!

However, Jiujiu followed the sound of the piano for a long time but couldn't find it.

The grassland is too big and this man intends to hide his whereabouts.

It is understandable that Jiujiu and others couldn't find it.

Seeing this, Jiujiu had no choice but to give up and get down to business.

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In the tent of the chief of the Thirteen Zhaoli tribes.

A man in his prime, very handsome, but with vicissitudes and indifference in his eyes, entered the tent, put down the zither on his back, and looked at the chief at the top, "Chief, I wonder what brings you here today?"

"No problem." The chief raised his head and took a sip of the strong liquor. Most of the liquor went into his mouth, and a little bit of it spilled on his collar. He didn't care. After swallowing the liquor, he put down the bowl, looked at the man very respectfully, and said, "Qin Nian, I called you here just to ask you, how are Emperor Qing'an of Western Chu, the Tenth and Eleventh Old Men doing?

"I have been busy lately and have not inquired about their news for a long time."

"There is no need to worry about this leader." The man called Qin Nian said, "As long as I, Qin Nian, am here, no one can take them away." He is Qin Nian.

"With your words, I don't have to worry." The leader was very happy and he drank a few more sips of wine.

It is a hot summer day and after drinking, people feel a little hot and dry.

The leader was not as calm and tolerant as usual.

He suddenly cursed, "It's such a waste to serve those people with good food and drink. Qin Nian, why don't we tie those people up in the sun where the sun is highest and not allow them to drink water? What do you think?"

"Okay." Qin Nian agreed. He seemed to hate Emperor Qing'an and his men very much, and he clenched his fists tightly.

But the chief knew that it was not the case. What Qin Nian really hated was the entire Western Chu.

The chief put down the wine bowl that was passed to his mouth and said in a friendly manner: "It's been so many years, and you still haven't let go of the hatred in your heart?"