When I returned to Yangxin Palace, it was late at night.

Xuanyuan Jing had a great chat with Princess Worshiping at Xiyue Palace, and Princess Worshiping was just one of the pushes.

If you want the Western Regions to borrow troops to help stabilize the western border of Daxia, you still need to make resources, such as silk cloth, horses and tea, or make another promise that after the victory of the total war in Daxia, you will establish a new relationship with the Moonwalking Country.

the establishment of diplomatic alliances, etc.

Xuanyuan Jing was wearing clothes and thinking about drafting some orders with a lamp. Her hair was a little messy and her expression was haggard and tired.

Zhao Wujiang leaned against the door frame, yawning, looking at Xuanyuan Jing who was buried in the ancient manuscript of memorials, and said earnestly:

"Go to bed early, do it tomorrow, staying up late will make you bald..."

"Will there be too many five thousand good horses?" Xuanyuan Jing looked thoughtful.

"Then add some conditions, after the war is over." Zhao Wujiang shook his head, tightened his clothes and walked slowly towards Xuanyuan Jing:

"A good horse is not a war horse. Only by surviving this game can Daxia be qualified to achieve prosperity...

With these conditions, if you exchange wars for one more point of chance of winning, you won’t lose.”

"Hey, if the northern border can be like the southern border, we'd better take the lead." Xuanyuan Jing sighed again, stopped, frowned, and his tone was a little critical.

She knew it was almost impossible.

The northern border is cold and freezing, especially in the late winter solstice and early spring, with the north wind whistling for thousands of miles. The soldiers of Daxia cannot resist the grassland royal court that has lived in the severe cold since ancient times.

Although the grassland royal court lived in water and surrounded by water plants, they were nomadic, but under the ice and snow, they were their battlefield.

In the snow and ice, the soldiers of the Grassland Royal Court have the blessing of the right time and place, and can completely defeat twice the strength of the Daxia army.

In the deep winter of summer, there is only one who can keep the gates.

Zhao Wujiang gently took Xuanyuan Jing's waist and smiled gently:

"I understand, don't worry, Daxia will not lose.

Don’t you still have me?"

He knew where the anxiety in Xuanyuan Jing's tone originated, one was caused by the curse on his body. Perhaps one day, if you feel uncomfortable, your body will not be able to withstand the curse and die if you go downhill. The other is caused by the curse.

The upcoming war.

Although Daxia has fire thunder made of gunpowder, the cost is not simple. If we simply win by bombing fire thunder, the treasury of Daxia cannot support so much fire thunder consumption. Moreover, the material resources for making gunpowder are not that good.

If you have enough, you will be consumed quickly.

The war is about the foundation and resources. However, Daxia has been weak over the years. Even if a lean camel is bigger than a horse, it is still bigger than two or even three horses?

Xuanyuan Jing's pretty face was close to Zhao Wujiang, and her long autumn water eyes were misty. She hugged Zhao Wujiang's neck, her voice soft and trembling:

"Zhao Wujiang, I... want you and I to leave blood now..."

Zhao Wujiang shook his head slowly. This time, he refused.

Sometimes, in one breath, I can't relax at all, but now Xuanyuan Jing is like this.

Zhao Wujiang hugged Xuanyuan Jing tightly and smiled gently:

"Our agreement, but after the war is over, don't cheat..."

"Zhao Wujiang, I..." Xuanyuan Jing's eyes were covered with mottled blood, full of fatigue.

The reason why she was still drafting some orders late at night was because she suddenly felt palpitations in her sleep, as if she had a premonition and felt that it would be too late to do something if she didn't do more.

It felt like, maybe tomorrow, she would die silently.

Since she knew the curse in her blood, her mind has been tense. Although she would joke with Zhao Wujiang on weekdays and be happy, the dark clouds in her heart have never disappeared.

Always torture and suppress her.

She was afraid of dying, and Daxia had not yet reached prosperity, and her ancestors' foundations could not be ruined in her own hands.

And the man he loved in front of him still wants to stay with him forever.
Chapter completed!