There was such a big commotion in Yun'an Temple yesterday, and Yang Liushi was injured because of it. He must come to ask about the situation.
"Sir, I wanted to come over last night, but I heard that my wife was injured, so I didn't come to bother you."
In a certain guest room, Su Qi and Wei Changtian were sitting opposite each other, and their tone was quite sincere: "I wonder what happened over there at Yun'an Temple? Is Madam's injury serious?"
"The affairs of Yun'an Temple have nothing to do with you. All you need to do is make people look after that place and don't let other people wait in."
Wei Changtian took a sip of tea and replied casually: "Liu Shi's injury is fine, please bear with me."
"It'll be fine, madam."
Su Qi nodded and did not ask about Yun'an Temple. Instead, he hesitated for a moment before continuing:
"Sir, will the army still set out at the originally scheduled time today?"
"Should we wait and wait until Madam recovers from her injuries?"
"No need to wait, just break camp as planned."
Wei Changtian looked at the copper drain in the corner: "There are still two hours left. Please go to the army and keep an eye on it first to make sure nothing happens."
"......yes."
His expression was slightly surprised, and Su Qi could tell that Wei Changtian was trying to drive him away.
After all, such a major event must have been arranged long ago, so there is no need for him to keep an eye on it now.
Although he was confused, Su Qi didn't say anything more, just said goodbye and left.
And not long after he left, a white-haired old man in casual clothes walked out of the back room of the guest room and sat opposite Wei Changtian with a complicated expression.
"Master Wei..."
"Well, Mr. Zhang, you heard it just now. I won't change my mind."
Glancing at the white-haired old man, Wei Changtian spoke calmly.
"Unless he, Jing Guoqing, dies in front of me, there is no need to discuss anything else."
"Hey, Mr. Wei, why are you doing this..."
Obviously, the white-haired old man should have been sent by Jing Guoqing to make a last attempt at negotiation with Wei Changtian.
When he heard Wei Changtian's resolute attitude, he didn't show any anger. He just smiled bitterly and shook his head:
"This battle is of no benefit to either the young master or your majesty. If the young master only wants to avenge Daqian for sending troops to the Western Expedition, then your majesty can definitely give a satisfactory explanation."
"It's not even necessary to cede several provinces."
"Mr. Wei, I would like to say a few heart-wrenching words."
"Your Majesty, it's not that he really can't do anything to you. Da Gan is still capable of fighting."
"As well as the two hundred thousand surrendered troops, when they really arrive at the foot of the capital, do you think they will still sacrifice their lives for Su Qi?"
"Sir, what I said has nothing to do with my position. I really feel that this battle is really unnecessary."
"Instead of ending up in a dead end, it's better for each of us to take a step back. This is a win-win situation, isn't it?"
"..."
It can be heard that the lobbyists sent by Jing Guoqing this time are of high quality.
It's just that Wei Changtian didn't know what he was talking about.
"Master Zhang, why should I win-win with the enemy?"
With his expression unchanged, Wei Changtian picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea: "Here I am, you die and I live, you live and I die."
"Enemies...there are eternal enemies between countries."
The white-haired old man refilled the tea for Wei Changtian: "Sir, everyone knows who has the final say in the Three Kingdoms of Shu, Daning, and Xinfeng."
"You have to know that every decision you make is not only about yourself, but also affects the fate of the Wei family and the three kingdoms of Ning, Shu and Feng."
"You have to think about these people..."
At this point, the white-haired old man expressed a vague threat for the first time.
Yes, there is nothing we can do against you Wei Changtian.
But where are your relatives and friends? Where are the people of the Three Kingdoms of Ning, Shu and Feng?
If it really comes to a life-and-death situation, everyone will do whatever it takes, and it will be hard for no one.
"Haha, Mr. Zhang, I am not afraid of others threatening me."
With a sneer, Wei Changtian's attitude at this moment was exactly the same as when he faced the golden hairpin thrown in by Guan Kong.
"In short, I still say the same thing. Unless Jing Guoqing dies in front of me, there will be no discussion."
"Don't you think I can't win?"
"Then let's see if I can win."
"..."
After saying the last sentence, Wei Changtian closed his eyes and stopped looking at the white-haired old man.
The latter didn't try to persuade him anymore, but just looked at him deeply, then stood up and cupped his hands.
"Master Wei, in this case, I will take my leave."
"Well, I won't give it away."
"well......"
Shaking his head, the white-haired old man slowly walked out of the guest room and soon left the inn by car.
He knew very well that this battle was inevitable, so he must rush back to the capital immediately and report the truth to Jing Guoqing.
In fact, the white-haired old man never had high expectations for this trip.
He understood that with Wei Changtian's character, now that he had come to this point, he would never give up.
Dahui is a good example.
But the white-haired old man couldn't figure out why Wei Changtian wasn't afraid that Daqian would take revenge on his family.
Are you pretending?
Or are you prepared in advance?
But as the saying goes, it is easy to dodge a gun but hard to guard against a hidden arrow. How can one be so confident in this kind of thing?
The white-haired old man couldn't understand, and finally stopped thinking about it.
At this time, the carriage had driven out of the north city gate. He turned around and looked outside. Everywhere he looked could be seen the black-armored Tengu army ready to go.
The terrifying Tengu flags stand in the army, swaying slightly in the warm and bright sunshine. The contrast is as sharp as that of Linchuan City a year ago and now.
well.
In a world of great strife, no one will be soft-hearted...
...
...
Two hours later, Guanyue Inn.
"Rumble..."
Outside the city, the mighty "rebel army" has already marched westward, and began to advance towards the capital of Daqian under the watchful eyes of countless pairs of eyes from all parties, overtly and covertly.
Outside the inn, there were several horse-drawn carriages parked, and at this moment, some waiters were carrying boxes of luggage to the cars.
Soon, all the luggage was loaded into the car, and Zhang San ran to Wei Changtian and asked:
"Sir, everything has been packed. Do you want to leave now?"
"Well, let's go."
Wei Changtian looked at the sun above his head and nodded slightly.
Not long after, Yangliu Shi, Li Zimu, Xu Quan, Zhili, and the four masters of Jiuzhen Sect all got on the carriage. Only Wei Changtian still stood there, wondering what he was thinking.
"Sir, what's wrong?"
Zhang San came over again and asked puzzledly: "What else do you want to do?"
"It's nothing...Zhang San, go find a good horse."
Wei Changtian suddenly smiled and said: "It's such a nice day, it's a pity to ride in a car. I'll ride a horse."
"This...yes, I will go find the horse now."
Although Zhang San didn't know why Wei Changtian left the carriage instead of sitting on it but wanted to ride a horse, he ran away immediately and came back soon with a horse.
This is the innkeeper's horse. It is all white. Although it is definitely not as good at running as a war horse, it is still a good horse.
"Sir, do you think this one is okay?"
"Okay, pretty good."
Wei Changtian took the reins and got on the horse, then he caught the horse's belly and galloped out with a big smile.
"Hahaha, I'm taking the first step! You don't have to worry about me!"
"Well......"
Zhang San didn't expect that Wei Changtian would leave just as soon as he said so, and he couldn't help but be dumbfounded on the spot.
Including Yang Liushi and others, they all poked their heads out of the car window at this time, staring blankly at the back of the galloping horse in front of them, with extremely surprised expressions.
But as they looked at it, they felt that there was an inexplicable sense of harmony in this picture.
He was obviously going to fight, but why was Wei Changtian riding his horse and running away in high spirits, as if he were returning home in glory...
The golden sun is in the sky, and its path is bright.
The latent dragon leaps, its scales and claws fly.
The white horse in the black robe rides on the wind, and the sword shines on the weeping willow.
It doesn't matter what the future holds for him, he is young and frivolous.