Beidi, Beilan City.

It was April, and Beilan City finally gradually became warmer.

This is a rare and good time in the North, but a pity that such a day will not last too long. After July, the wind and snow will once again cover this land.

But no matter what, these few months are very important for the North.

Because the weather is getting warmer, the caravans who come and go usually choose to come to the north at this time to exchange goods with local residents. After all, not every caravan can invite escorts like Liu Dahong. Because of this, most of them have to bypass Youyunling and choose a more distant journey.

The wind and snow will undoubtedly bring many uncertain factors to such a journey. Therefore, it is a relatively wise decision to choose to come to the North in April.

It is precisely because of this that, in theory, Beilan City, as the center of the entire northern region, should be very lively at this time.

But in fact, it is exactly the opposite.

Beilan City, which was once so prosperous that Su Changan was shocked, is now deserted, with only those soldiers wearing armor and holding swords and halberds patrolling the streets from time to time.

Their expression was solemn, and their eyes were filled with a warning light, and it was like a scene of facing a great enemy.

The imperial court's manifesto has been sent three times.

Every time it is different, whether it is the wording above or the person who holds the writing.

But the meaning is similar.

Generally speaking, the old master of the Gu family asked the young prince and His Highness who fled to the north to send back to Chang'an.

However, the King of Jin, who had never liked to participate in open and secret struggles in Chang'an City, had a particularly tough attitude this time. He ignored the court's repeated orders.

Sima Xu was naturally not a good-looking lamp. After feeling that his authority was provoked, the fourth manifesto was sent to the North three days ago.

This manifesto is different from the previous ones.

To be precise, this manifesto should be called a manifesto of rebellion.

The words of the words were harsh and said that the King of Jin held the descendants of the royal family hostage and intended to rebel. If the two princes were not returned to the capital within a day, the court would send a large army to encircle and suppress the northern land.

Gu Qingfeng smiled at such a proclamation for rebellion. He knew very well that the north was separated from Chang'an by Youyun Ridge, which was a natural barrier, and the imperial army would never go around several times like those caravans, avoid Youyun Ridge, and attack the north.

And if they really want to travel through Youyun Ridge, even Sima Xu would have to think hard about the price they would have to pay.

But even though he understood the interests, Gu Qingfeng still ordered Beilan City to enter a state of combat readiness. It is precisely because of this that the current scene in Beilan City was created.

However, most of them had never known that such an order was not actually Gu Qingfeng's original intention, but was instructed to a man. Well, to be precise, it should be a boy.

At this moment, in the spacious hall of the King of Jin Mansion, the boy sat high in the first place, holding his tender head, and looking down at the old man under his feet.

He was only twelve or thirteen years old, and had a pair of thick eyebrows and big black eyes under him. Perhaps because he was not used to the cold weather in the north, his face was flushed at this moment. He looked like a porcelain doll carved with jade, very cute.

But, it's strange.

His hair was tied neatly and he was inserted into a jade hairpin. His eyes did not have the aura that a child of this age should have, but only the solemn starlight. Just like the look on his face, it was cold and dull, and it also had a majesty like a king.

"Your Majesty, Beilan City is poor and badly separated from Chang'an. Now there is news that the survivors of the previous dynasty have reached some consensus with the swordsmen of Shushan. They are preparing soldiers in Shu. I think Sima Xu will never have the ability to worry about us at this time, even if he has the ability to do everything possible, he will not be able to worry about us." The old master of the Gu family, who was calling for wind and rain in the north, bowed and stood beside the boy, and said respectfully.

It could be heard that his voice was a little strange, as if he was afraid of something.

"Well." The boy nodded. His voice was very tender, as tender as his age, but the expression on his face was very serious. The two intersected and said no strangely.

He stood up, and the rare sunlight in the north shone through the crack of the door of the King of Jin's mansion on his side. He dragged a golden robe that was extremely inappropriate to his body and began to pace around him with a huge dragon chaise behind him.

In the empty and dim hall, only his footsteps were left, resounding back and forth.

The sound was like some kind of blunt object hitting the old man's chest one after another. In a blink of an eye, dense sweat oozed out of Gu Qingfeng's forehead.

He felt his heart tremble for no reason. When facing this emperor, he was always like this, just like he had served him for decades. He seemed to be able to see the truth, but no one could know what was thinking in his heart.

"Sima Xu is unfathomable, and he will never do such a bluff. So, I have to be careful." The boy's voice sounded again.

"But the people in the north point to the merchants from Chang'an every year." Gu Qingfeng subconsciously defended himself when he heard this. But soon, his voice stopped because the boy turned around and looked at him with his eyes.

Just a look, without any pressure, and without using any spiritual power, a star was silent.

"Zhen Tianchen is dead." The boy sat back on his throne. He half-squinted his eyes, unable to see joy, but just gently tapped the handrail beside him with his fingers.

"Should him by the gods in the west?" Gu Qingfeng paused, and a look of astonishment suddenly appeared on his face.

"Diet at the hands of the tomb guards of Xidou." The boy said, his voice suddenly became cold. "Fate is like a river. They planned his end, starting point, and even flowing."

"But, as long as we cut off his rivers, the water will come out and wash away the fields, villages, and even cities. Then the people who cast the canals will come out to stop the disaster."

"And then, it is the best opportunity to change the world."

These inexplicable words made Gu Qingfeng feel terrified and he finally stopped talking. He lowered his head silently, as if he began to look forward to the river in the boy's mouth.

"It's getting late." The boy suddenly stood up. He stretched his waist, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Those guys who have been sleeping for decades should have already slept enough. Please come and bring back all my Five Kings and Thirteenth Chronicles."

As he said that, the boy walked off the platform.

"The fortune of the Great Wei Kingdom is about to be lost, and heaven and man are coming. Our eternal dream of empire is close to you."

At that time, the sunset in the north showed a red afterglow, reflected on the boy's face.

Gu Qingfeng looked at his tender side face, as if he had seen the emperor who ruled the world dozens of years ago.
Chapter completed!