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The shock on Su Changan's face made Du Hongchang feel a little happy in his heart.

But this pleasure was quickly replaced by an emotion called compassion for the same illness. Perhaps because he figured out something, Du Hongchang continued: "Does Mr. Su know that the marriage between Beitongxuan and the Sima family was postponed?"

"Huh? Why?" Su Changan asked.

Just as Du Hongchang said, Sima Xu did not hesitate to remove the divine general Wei Ling in order to win over Beitongxuan. As long as Beitongxuan married his daughter, Beitongxuan would naturally stand on his side in the future. But when things came to this point, why was he stopped again?

"Not only that, a few days ago, another war report came from Xiliang. Xiaohu Pass, known as the first pass in Xiliang, was broken. The new barbarian marshal Mo Lingtian led a 300,000 army straight into Xiliang, and successively defeated the four cities of Kunshan, Laiyun, Xiling and Zuoyan. Xiliang is now full of rotten corpses and a place of awe. But Fu Sanqian is still huddled in his Chiyang City and does not move. The Holy Emperor gave orders repeatedly, but Fu Sanqian has no response. I am afraid he has already had the intention to rebel."

"But even so, Sima Xu had already said that Beitong Xuan's injury had not healed, so we could not send troops to quell the chaos in Xiliang."

"In fact, I haven't completely held Beitongxuan in my hand, so I have been delaying it through excuses."

Du Hong's long words made Su Changan more and more confused. He couldn't help asking: "Since Sima Xu is eager to win over Beitongxuan, why didn't he let him marry his daughter for a long time? Instead, he delayed it again and again?"

A glimmer flashed in Du Hongchang's eyes and said, "It's exactly what I want to say to Mr. Su. Sima Xu is the most suspicious person, but he is still suspicious. He still has doubts about Beitongxuan. This doubt cannot be eliminated. He will never leave the capital unless he has to!"

"What doubts?" Su Changan asked with a frown.

"Like smoke!"

In the mansion of the Dragon and God General of the Great Wei Dynasty.

Beitongxuan sat in the luxurious hall with a gloomy face.

The teacup in his hand was picked up and put down by him, like a sad face that had been exposed in a dry well for thousands of years.

There was a small note next to the teacup, with the cover of which was as blood-red as his lips, and four big characters were written on it, the Battle of Xiliang.

He glanced at the note again, which was something that his confidant in Xiliang was sent to Chang'an, one was placed in the Prime Minister's Mansion and the other was sent to the palace.

His brows frowned, and his fingers began to hit the chopping board beside him, as if he was anxiously waiting for some news.

And finally, he waited until he was about to wait for news.

A middle-aged man dressed as a servant hurriedly walked in and knelt straight in front of Bei Tongxuan.

"How is it?" Bei Tongxuan asked.

"I am so incompetent that the betrothal gift was returned by the Prime Minister's family." The man lowered his head and said tremblingly. Compared to the former Wei Ling general, he was very afraid of his new master.

Although he was both a divine general, the young Beitongxuan exuded a disgusting smell of blood. Every time he approached Beitongxuan, the smell on his body made the middle-aged man feel scared. He couldn't figure out what kind of bloody storm he had experienced to make such a heavy murderous intent accumulate in such a young divine general.

When his words came to Beitong Xuan's ears, Beitong Xuan's already gloomy eyes became colder, so cold that the man could clearly feel that the temperature of the hall had dropped a little.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and dense cold sweat also appeared on his forehead.

He was just a slave. When he chose to stay in the God General's Mansion, he simply valued the identity of the Emperor Xuan of Beitong, and wanted to earn more money with him to support his weak wife and a few hungry children in his family.

But now, he regrets that decision. Although Du Hongchang lost his identity as a son of a god general, he is still an earl after all. Although the reward is less, he doesn't have to be as worried as he is now. He is the only male in his family. If he really dies here, he can hardly imagine what kind of life his wife and children will experience in the future.

When these men became more and more afraid, just as he was almost begging for mercy, the blood and murderous intent in the hall suddenly dissipated.

A cold voice rang out.

"Go down."

The man was stunned. He couldn't believe whether he had heard Bei Tongxuan's words wrongly. Therefore, he carefully raised his head and looked at Bei Tongxuan, as if he wanted to confirm something.

"What? Do you have something to do?" Bei Tongxuan glanced at him with a cold face.

"It's okay, it's okay!" the man was shocked and said quickly, then lowered his head and hooked his body, and retreated like an amnesty.

When Beitongxuan saw him retreat, his face became colder. He sat back on the chair behind him, frowned, and fell silent.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe one hour, or maybe two hours.

He sat there until the night in Chang'an came and the servants began to light the lanterns in the God General's Mansion.

But he still sat there without realizing it.

Pounce! Pounce! Pounce! Pounce!

It was some kind of sound of birds flapping their wings.

Beitongxuan's lowered head suddenly raised, he stretched out his hand, and a dove landed on his arm after a few breaths.

It was a very beautiful pigeon, all white, with blue eyes, and a long and pointed beak.

It seemed to like Beitongxuan very much. When it landed on his arm, it stretched out its bird's beak and pecked it gently on his arm twice, as if saying hello to him.

Beitongxuan's cold face also showed a rare smile at this time. He stretched out his hand and stroked the hair on its body, and said, "Liu'er, long time no see."

"Hihehe!" The white pigeon seemed to be able to understand his words and screamed at him.

"Haha." Bei Tongxuan seemed to like the bird very much. He stretched out his hand again and stroked the top of his head for a while. Then he gently lifted it up and pulled off a piece of paper wrapped in a round shape from its bird's claws.

"Go." He raised it lightly again and spread his wings and flew up. However, it seemed a little reluctant. After hovering over Bei Tongxuan's head several times, it emitted a clear sound, turning into a white light and disappeared into the God General's Mansion.

When the white pigeon called Liu'er completely disappeared from Beitongxuan's eyes, Beitongxuan restrained the smile on his face and became the serious and cold dragon general.

He gently opened the note in his hand and looked down.

His body suddenly froze at that moment, and there were dense traces of sweat on his forehead. His hands began to tremble irregularly, and in the end he couldn't hold the note and let it float to the ground.

And there were actually only four words on that note.

Those are four words written with extremely sophisticated and vicissitudes of writing - the people are the most important!
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