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Chapter 687: Red leaves in Nanshan in winter
If he hadn't been seriously injured now, how could he have allowed Beitang Haoye to attack him.
Thinking of his own injury, Qian Yangcong still felt some lingering fear, and couldn't help but sigh at Qianye Yunxuan's amazing abilities.
The soldiers he brought out turned out to be so brave and terrifying. If he hadn't practiced martial arts diligently in the past few years, he might not have been able to escape from the hands of the guards at Huoliao Camp.
After thinking about it, I was still a little scared, and I felt that Beitang Haoye wanted to swallow Donglin, which was like an egg hitting a stone.
He suddenly began to regret that he had thought of rebelling and proclaiming himself emperor because of Beitang Haoye's words.
Now that I think about it, some of the gains outweigh the losses.
But now, it's not the time to regret. We've reached this point, and we can only break the pot and throw it away.
"You haven't said it yet?"
Beitang Haoye's cold laughter slipped past his ears, making him shiver subconsciously, and then he cupped his hands and said:
"Your Highness, you must have heard about the quarrel between Qianye Yunxuan and Qianye Yu recently over the eighth princess, right?"
"continue......"
Beitang Haoye raised his eyebrows with interest and said.
"Qianye Yunxuan is actually able to fight Qianye Yu for that fake princess. As the emperor, Qianye Yunxuan is allowed to do whatever he wants, how can he obey the crowd in front of the ministers?"
"so......"
"So, we can just take this opportunity to invade Donglin City and force Qianye Yu to give up his position. Because of the Eighth Princess, Qianye Yunxuan will never help Qianye Yu."
Beitang Haoye's eyes narrowed deeply when Qian Yangcong finished speaking.
His slender fingertips were clasping the wooden table beside him intentionally or unintentionally, and there was no emotion in his dull eyes.
Qian Yangcong continued: "All Qianye Yunxuan's troops have been transferred to Nanshan. My soldiers have sneaked into the capital secretly. If troops are sent from Beiyun to attack the capital from the rear, even if Qianye Yunxuan wants to transfer from Nanshan,
If the soldiers come to help Qianye Yu, I'm afraid it will be too late. As long as we occupy the capital, the initiative will be in our hands."
Beitang Haoye listened quietly, and his originally calm eyes gradually gained color. After a while, he heard his low laughter coming from his mouth, "That makes sense, I will believe you again."
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After saying that, he stood up from the stool and said to the servant: "Ask the general to ask for a doctor."
"Yes, Your Highness."
At the foot of Nanshan Mountain, the red leaves that are approaching winter are in full bloom, and there is a bit of vitality in the air.
The winter weather is already biting, and the poison on Qianye Yunxuan's body is getting deeper and deeper. It is only more than half a month away from the date the doctor said.
Every day, Mu Yifei watched Qianye Yunxuan avoid her, coughing in pain, and watched helplessly as his palms were filled with dazzling blood but she could do nothing and couldn't step forward.
She knew that he didn't want her to see it, so she could only pretend not to see anything, pretending to be happily with him at the foot of Nanshan Mountain every day, admiring the red leaves in the sky and smiling happily.
Ten days can also be regarded as ten months or even ten years.
It has been many days since I left the capital, and the scenery in Nanshan is even more beautiful than that in Donglin City, especially the red leaves in winter, which are far incomparable to other places.
It gives people a little more warmth in the cold.
In the past few days after arriving in Nanshan, Mu Yifei regularly sat on the grass in front of the camp, staring at the red leaves in front of her in a daze.