645. Chapter 645 Battle on the battlefield: a showdown [25]
Xuanyuan Zhirong's words made Chunyu Ao's heart skip a beat, but he still forced himself to look at Xuanyuan Zhirong calmly: "Both the jade and the stone will be destroyed. I only lost thirty thousand, but you will lose one hundred thousand!"
"Haha..." Xuanyuan Zhirong laughed softly when he heard the words. His clear smile was as beautiful as the flowing water in a clear stream, but it was full of ridicule, "There is no one in this world who has the ability and qualifications."
I will die together with you." Glancing at Chunyu Ao with an ugly face, Xuanyuan Zhirong raised his voice and called out: "Wang Ke, show the regent the news from Beizhao."
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Ke bowed in and walked in holding a thick letter, and walked directly in front of Chun Yuao: "Please, Prince Regent."
Chunyu Ao grabbed the letter in Wang Ke's hand, shook it open and looked at it. His face became darker and darker as he read it, and finally he could hardly restrain his urge to tear the thing in his hand into pieces: "She really handed that little evil beast over to you!
"
The letter recorded when Chun Yufeng returned to Beizhao, and how he managed to win over the ministers while he was away in Beizhao, so that he could tell several powerful officials about his pursuit of Chun Yufeng and hand over the evidence. It turned out that
Some ministers who were afraid and proud of Chun Yufeng did not waver, but with the destruction of Beizhao's 20,000 troops, Chun Yufeng's promise of huge profits had won over the hearts of most of the courtiers, and they were just waiting for him to go back to attack him!
Chunyu Ao returned the letter to Wang Ke with a sullen face, and looked at Xuanyuan Zhirong coldly: "What do you want me to do?"
"It's not what I want you to do, but what you want to do and how can you do it?" Xuanyuan Zhirong lowered his head and fiddled with a pot of peonies on the windowsill, saying without raising his head.
Chunyu Ao stiffened. He knew that the situation no longer gave him any qualifications to negotiate with Xuanyuan Zhirong. He clenched his fists tightly and thought for a long time before saying to Xuanyuan Zhirong: "As long as His Highness Prince Rong can help me, I promise everything."
condition."
He only has 30,000 troops and horses at hand now, and they are from southern Fujian. If he brings the soldiers and horses from southern Fujian to fight back, he will definitely be found guilty of being loyal to southern Fujian. Because this time, the soldiers and horses from southern Fujian instead of Beizhao will be used.
Capturing Hanjiang City led to the destruction of Beizhao's army, which made it difficult for him to face a group of old stubborns in Beizhao.
"I said that you missed the only opportunity I gave you." Xuanyuan Zhirong picked up the exquisite scissors and trimmed the branches and leaves. "You can go. What you want to do is your own business. I will not
Intervene.”
Chunyu Ao raised his head and looked at Xuanyuan Zhirong, who was standing by the window. His snow-like white clothes were swaying in the breeze, making him look more elegant than a mortal. He also knew that the most unlikeable thing about this man was not a mortal.
His appearance, but his heart, is cold and unfeeling.
So he gave up speaking again, turned around and hurried away outside.
"Sir, will he lead the army of southern Fujian to attack Beizhao?" After Chunyu Ao left, Wang Ke walked up to Xuanyuan Zhirong.
"He will definitely do it." Xuanyuan Zhirong said without a doubt, "Allowing him to lead the army of southern Fujian to recapture Beizhao will seriously damage the vitality of southern Fujian and Beizhao, and will allow me to take advantage of the opportunity. But for the sake of power, for
his ambition, his
Chun Yufeng would not make a fuss to become bigger. There was still a trace of luck in his heart. Chun Yufeng would not ignore the overall situation and fight with him, but he forgot that he was the one who ignored the overall situation. Chun Yufeng would only be a twelve-year-old if he had a city.