1773 attack, Jiuhuangshu will only become the past tense
Everyone in the camp was gone, so Feng Qingchen and Uncle Jiuhuang didn't have so many worries. Uncle Jiuhuang relaxed his body, leaned on the chair, closed his eyes and thought deeply...
"The poison spreads very quickly, and the opponent spent a lot of money." Feng Qingchen didn't know the poison and could only make a basic judgment.
"The poison that seals the throat with blood, their target is Yuwen Yuanhua." Although the Nine Emperors Uncle is invulnerable to all poisons, his body will still have symptoms of discomfort after being poisoned. His consciousness at this time is somewhat unclear.
However, this does not prevent him from taking advantage of this opportunity to reconcile with Feng Qingchen.
Feng Qingchen had already guessed it from Yu Wenyuanhua's expression, and was not surprised: "Have you taken the Valley Master's antidote pills?"
"Eat." Uncle Nine Emperors leaned half of his body on the table. Only in front of Feng Qingchen, he didn't need to hide his weakness.
"I'll help you lie down." Uncle Nine Emperor's wounds must be treated as soon as possible. In addition to toxins, the wounds are filled with broken silver pieces, many of which are embedded in the flesh.
I hope these silver fragments did not damage the blood vessels and nerves, otherwise the Nine Emperors Uncle's left hand will be in trouble.
"No, I don't want to lie here." Uncle Nine Emperors glanced at the messy tent with disgust, expressing his dissatisfaction.
At this time, he was still mysophobic. Feng Qingchen really wanted to beat him up: "Your body can't move anymore. Don't think that taking the Valley Master's detoxification pill will make everything safe."
Action will speed up blood circulation and cause the poison to spread faster. If the poison gas attacks the heart, she can't save it even with all her powers.
"It's okay, I can go." Uncle Nine Emperors used his good right hand to support himself and stood in front of Feng Qingchen, proving that he was not as weak as Feng Qingchen thought.
Feng Qingchen knew that he couldn't defeat Uncle Nine Emperors, so he had no choice but to say: "I'll let the guards help you."
Uncle Nine Emperors would never let anyone carry him while he was awake.
"No need. You help me." Seeing Feng Qingchen's disapproval, Jiuhuangshu added: "We can't let outsiders know that I have suffered." When the news spread, he was afraid that the morale of the army would be unstable, and he was even more afraid that Ye Cheng would take the opportunity to launch an attack.
He would have to drag out the offensive for a day or two.
"You can't hide your injury." His entire left arm is almost useless, and Uncle Nine Emperors still wants to hide it. Isn't this self-abuse?
"Okay, you go get...the coat behind the screen and help me go to your tent." Uncle Nine Emperors arranged everything and walked from the back of the commander's tent, which was only a hundred meters away from Feng Qingchen's tent.
If Qingchen makes any move in the camp, Uncle Nine Emperors will know about it.
Even though it was official business, Uncle Nine Emperors put his thoughts into it, but his thoughts were so deep that even a layman like Feng Qingchen couldn't understand it without anyone to point him out.
This man, can he stop being so sultry! Can't he be more straightforward?
Feng Qingchen was furious, but looking at the bloodless Jiuhuangshu lying on the bed, his heart softened again unconsciously: It was not easy for Jiuhuangshu, they had paid too much to get to this point.
There are too many, and it’s really not worth wasting your life on meaningless awkwardness.
Lan Jiuqing's death reminded Feng Qingchen that life is very fragile. No one knows what he will encounter in the next moment. If you don't learn to cherish it while you are alive, one of them will have a long and short life.
They will all live in regret.
Forget it...don't argue with this man with low emotional intelligence.
Feng Qingchen looked at Uncle Jiuhuang's restless sleeping face, sighed softly, and whispered in Uncle Jiuhuang's ear: "Don't think about anything, have a good night's sleep, everything will be fine tomorrow."
Everything will be fine!
The injury was worth it this time. Uncle Nine Emperors closed his eyes with satisfaction, relaxed his body and let Feng Qingchen heal him.
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Now that Feng Qingchen has recovered, everything will be fine, then she will no longer have a cold war with Uncle Nine Emperors. She just wants to return to the closeness she had before, as if these things have never happened. That is impossible, and Feng Qingchen still does it.
Don't deceive yourself and others.
Uncle Nine Emperors was not a man who pushed beyond his limits. It was enough for Feng Qingchen to take a step back. He would slowly mend the remaining scars. Feng Qingchen only had to stand there and wait for him to walk over.
They still had time, and he had no shortage of patience.
However, Nanling Jinfan did not give Uncle Nine Emperors much time to recover from his injuries. The assassin that day was sent by Nanling Jinfan. The assassin was a weirdo who was good at using hidden weapons and poisons.
However, he missed the target that day. Before leaving, he fired a cold arrow at Yuwen Yuanhua, but he didn't know whether he hit it or not.
Nanling Jinfan sent people to investigate that day, and learned that Yu Wenyuanhua was fine, so he temporarily suppressed the counterattack plan. Two days later, when Nanling Jinfan learned that Uncle Nine Emperors had been in Feng Qingchen's camp, he immediately sniffed it out.
Chance.
"Don Ling Jiu is injured and his life is at stake." It was not a doubt but an affirmation, and no one in Ye City doubted his words.
"This is a good opportunity. Dongling's army is not mentally stable. Let's take action as planned." Nanling Jinfan knocked on the table and stood up in high spirits. After being beaten by the Nine Emperors Uncle for so long, it was finally their turn.
Counterattacked.
"Yes." Yecheng's general carried out Nanling Jinfan's order without hesitation. By the time Ye Ye received the news, Yecheng's general had already called for formation on the battlefield.
Ye Ye couldn't stop him, so he could only ask Nanling Jinfan for help: "Jinfan, why are you so crazy? Don't you know that Yecheng only has ten soldiers and horses? You asked a hundred thousand people to take the initiative to provoke the Nine Emperors Uncle's five hundred thousand army.
, are you looking for death?"
Ye Ye was so angry that he wanted to kill someone. These 100,000 cavalry were his last capital. If he died on the battlefield, he would not be able to gain a foothold in Ye City, and he, the city lord, would really become a bald city lord.
"Uncle Nine Emperors is about to die. Dongling is leaderless. This is the best time to counterattack. We will win this battle." Nanling Jinfan persuaded with a rare good temper.
There is no way, the military power is in Ye Ye's hands. Ye Ye is also the lord of Ye City, and he still has a group of die-hard loyalists around him. It will not be good for him to have a falling out at this time.
Yeye was stunned for a moment, then became quiet for a moment, and then said angrily: "You should discuss such a big matter with me."
"The military situation is tense, and good opportunities disappear in an instant. Once everyone in Yecheng comes to a conclusion after deliberation, Dongling will be settled. How can we still have a chance?"
This was an excuse, but Yeye couldn't refute it. He could only watch Nanling Jinfan gesticulating on his territory with his eyes open.
Ye Ye was speechless and walked away angrily. Nanling Jinfan didn't care, but the old man Hui behind him couldn't see it and stepped forward to ask if he wanted to kill Ye Ye to silence him.
"No need, I don't care about Night City." His goal has always been clear. He always knows what he wants and will go for it, and now what he wants is Dongling.
Uncle Nine Emperors died here, and fifty troops were buried in Night City. Dongling will be in chaos. And chaos... means that his opportunity and his era have come.
The Nine Emperors Uncle in Dongling will only become a thing of the past!