Hearing the old King Qi praising the emperor's children for being very powerful, the crown prince of Xiliang hesitated: "The emperor has six sons. If they are all powerful, it will be difficult to fight them."
The old King Qi smiled: "Prince, don't worry, it is not a good thing for the emperor's children to be powerful. I have told the king before that the emperor's illness is the result of the princes."
The Crown Prince of Xiliang understood very well that his son made his father sick, and smiled slightly: "The emperor is old."
"Yes, the current Emperor of Daxia is not the same as before." King Lao Qi said, "He has too much time to take care of himself."
The Crown Prince of Xiliang laughed loudly. Looking at the old King Qi who was sick, old and thin, he pretended to be a little concerned: "Your Crown Prince was held hostage by the emperor in the capital. We will find a way to get him as soon as possible."
Get rescued."
The old King Qi smiled and waved his hand: "Since I sent my son away, I don't want him anymore. The Crown Prince doesn't need to pay attention to it. The most important thing now is to capture Xijing."
The Crown Prince of Xiliang glanced at the sheepskin picture on the table, made some gestures with his hands, and his eyes sparkled: "When you come to Fengcheng, you can be said to be one step away from Xijing." What has been planned for a long time is finally about to begin.
But - he stroked the sheepskin with his hand and hesitated slightly, "Although General Iron Mask is dead, Daxia has also raised strong soldiers and horses in these years, and you princes and kings were eliminated almost without fighting. The imperial court
Our troops and horses are almost useless, I'm afraid it won't be easy to fight."
A trace of contempt flashed in the eyes of the old King Qi, and then his expression became more kind: "The Crown Prince is overthinking, your purpose this time is not to win Daxia in one fell swoop, let alone fight to the death with Daxia, and you have to eat one bite at a time.
Eat, we have to walk step by step. As long as we take Xijing this time and use it as a barrier, we can only defend but not attack. It will be like stabbing a knife into Daxia's heart. Hold the handle of the knife in your hands and pull it at a moment.
, stop after a while, just like they said, send a princess to marry the prince of Daxia. After getting married, you can continue to fight. Just like this, slowly making the blade longer and deeper, Daxia's vitality will be seriously damaged.
,By the time--"
Listening to the sincere teachings of the old King of Qi, the Crown Prince of Xiliang regained his energy. However, he did not finish listening and thought less than what the old King of Qi said. He reached out and touched the location of Xijing on the sheepskin, even if there was no future.
, it was worthwhile to plunder Xijing this time. It was the old capital of Daxia, rich in products, treasures and beauties.
He stroked his hand and called someone to bring in good wine, "Although we can't have a feast with the princess of Daxia, we can eat and drink ourselves and keep ourselves in good spirits!"
Then he swallowed it in one gulp and served it to the Aries in front of him.
The old King of Qi also put his hands on his hands and laughed. Although he cannot drink, he likes to watch people drink. Although he cannot kill, he likes to watch others kill. Although he cannot be an emperor, he likes to watch others who cannot be emperors and watch other people's father and son.
Disabled, watching other people's world fall into pieces——
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Darkness enveloped the camp, and the burning bonfires made the autumn wilderness gorgeous. The camps seemed to be stationed together, and they were clearly separated by patrolling soldiers and horses. Of course, the soldiers and horses of Daxia were the main ones.
Several maids were standing in the tent holding clothes, looking at the sitting princess nervously and curiously.
The princess is not as jeweled as she imagined, and her face still looks a little tired under the light of the night light.
Officials from Fengcheng are serving delicious food to the princess.
Because the princess did not go to the city to rest, everyone stayed here.
"No need to bother." Princess Jin Yao said, "Although I am a little tired, I have never been out of the house, nor am I weak. I often ride horses and shoot arrows in the palace. What I am best at is the horn attack."
Jiaodui, the officials couldn't help but look at each other, and they were just shooting arrows on horseback. Is it true that such a rude thing as Jiaodui?
Regardless of whether they believed it or not, Princess Jin Yao accepted the maid sent by the officials and asked them to resign. After a simple bath, she did not even bother to eat the food, and hurriedly wrote letters to many people - the emperor, Sixth Brother, and Chen Danzhu
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There is too much to say.
For example, this trip was much more difficult than the trip from Xijing to the capital, but she managed to endure it. The body that had been beaten was indeed different, and she practiced wrestling every day during the trip, and she was indeed ready to go to Xiliang and
The crown prince of Xiliang had a fight——
Well, although you don't have to go to Xiliang now, you can still have a fight with the crown prince of Xiliang. It doesn't matter if you lose. What matters is the courage to compete with him.
Of course, there are also orders from Sixth Brother. She has already been seen today. The Crown Prince of Xiliang has about a hundred followers, including more than 20 women. He also asked ten guards sent by Doctor Yuan to patrol and investigate.
The movement of Xiliang people.
How is Chen Danzhu now? His father has exonerated his sixth brother, right?
Also, Princess Jin Yao paused while holding the pen. Where is Zhang Yao staying now? Is it beside the barren mountains, forests, rivers and streams?
He said he came to see her off, but he calmly did what he liked.
This person is really interesting, no wonder he is regarded as a treasure by Chen Danzhu.
She smiled, lowered her head and continued writing.
The lights danced, illuminating the tent that had been hastily laid with carpets and hung with incense. It was simple yet uniquely warm.
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Just as Princess Jinyao guessed, Zhang Yao was standing by a stream, with a dense forest behind him and a canyon in front of him.
The autumn night in Fengcheng was already very chilly, but Zhang Yao did not light a bonfire. He stayed motionless on a cold rock beside the stream, listening to the sounds in the dark night of the canyon ahead with his ears straightened up.
The canyon is tall and steep, making it even darker and more terrifying at night. Occasionally, it is not known whether it is the sound of wind or the chirping of unknown night birds. As the night gets darker and darker, more noises can be heard in the wind, and it seems that someone is laughing -
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It didn't just seem like someone was laughing. It wasn't just a person.
Zhang Yao took a deep breath, walked out from behind the rocks, stepped on the stream and walked slowly towards the canyon. The sound of the water could cover up his steps and guide him in the dark night. Soon he finally arrived
After walking through the canyon for a while, I saw a flash of fire in the deep canyon that looked like the belly of a snake. The fire was also winding like a snake. One after another people were sitting or lying beside the fire——
They were wrapped in thick robes and wore hats to hide their faces, but the eyebrows, eyes and noses that were occasionally revealed under the firelight were completely different from those of the people in Fengcheng.
He is from Xiliang.
People from Xiliang are not uncommon in Daxia, and they are doing business, especially now in Fengcheng, where the crown prince of Xiliang is here.
But the people in Xiliang that everyone is familiar with are walking on the streets, under the clear sky and in full view of the sun.
What Xiliang people would hide in this wild canyon?
Zhang Yao stood in the stream, leaning against the steep cliff, and saw several Xiliang people standing up from the fire, their robes loose and carrying a dozen swords behind them——
The sword shone coldly under the firelight.
Zhang Yao felt chilly from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.
