Women's procrastination can't be said

Song Yuyan received medical treatment and was diagnosed with a severe head injury. She had to lie still for several days until the congestion dissipated before she could wake up.

He Zixia comforted the guests in the crown prince's palace, and the worried Mu Lian with a white face, and followed Song Qingwu and Yin Qinxi to send Song Yuyan back to the city lord's mansion.

The atmosphere was heavy along the way, and Song Qingwu's face was very ugly.

"Zi Xia." He called He Zixia sullenly, "Pick a good tonic and deliver it to the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow."

"Ah."

Yin Qinxi tactfully didn't say much.

One month later, the palace hall——

"My son, I will not disgrace my mission." Song Yanjun stood up dressed in black.

His face was full of worry.

Song Qingwu asked Song Yan for a one-month vacation, and took a few people out of the palace, saying that he had something important to do.

So in the past month, he has taken full power to manage the prince's affairs, and he is really busy.While worrying about Song Yuyan who was still awake, he wanted to help Song Yan deal with the border war.

The assassin gang "Death Mine", which had been silent for a long time, had a sudden incident recently. While Song Jianzhu was raising a baby in the imperial city, he sent troops to attack the wild city.

Song Jianzhu is now conceived in the imperial city, and the wild city is only guarded by the city lord, with less than [-] troops.

After a long time, it is indeed possible to resist the small gang, but if He Guo intervenes at this juncture...

Song Yan closed his eyes and waved him to go down.

Walking to the door, Song Yanjun stood wearily for a long time before leaving.

Song Yan told him that he and Mo Yishan agreed to send someone to deliver the news of the war every three days, and counting the days, today happened to be the tenth time.Song Yan asked Song Yanjun to wait at the gate of the palace to get news of the war as soon as possible.

Winter has passed, and although it is a warm spring, the weather is still in the process of warming up.Song Yanjun came out in a hurry, and he didn't have enough clothes, so he could only rub his hands to keep warm.

"Your Highness, we're here." The guard at the side saw the black horse for the first time, and quickly reminded him.

Song Yanjun stopped the carriage, held up his identity badge, and said, "I am the eldest prince, what do you believe?"

The rider got off his horse, and a bloody smell rushed over his face.He took off the scarf, revealing a hostile face with delicate features and a thin figure.

Song Yanjun recognized him. "You are, Deputy City Lord Mo?"

Mo Yibai nodded, and said in a deep voice, "Wild Desolation City has fallen."

"What?" Song Yanjun held his hand hard, his face was extremely ugly, before Mo Yibai could react, Song Yanjun pulled Mo Yibai and turned around and walked towards the hall, he knew that Song Yan must still be there.

With a sullen face, Song Yanjun cast the spell directly, driven by his internal force, and came to the hall as quickly as possible.

Without saluting, Mo Yibai strode up to Song Yan.

"Your Majesty, please send troops for reinforcements as soon as possible."

Song Yan opened his closed eyes, looked at him deeply, and said calmly, "What's going on?"

"Just in the early hours of yesterday, Manhuang City fell. Brother and others were all arrested, and I escaped with their desperate protection." Mo Yibai knelt on the ground, his eyes were extremely red.

"City Lord Mo's strength is still clear. Didn't he still stand in a stalemate the day before yesterday? Thirty thousand troops!" Song Yan's face was tense, his hands clenched into fists, and he looked at Mo Yibai.

"We can't see clearly at night. We only know that the gang leader of the Death Mine has made a move... That person is at least the eighth level. Although my elder brother and I are both seventh level, our combined forces have no resistance. A few back and forth... "Mo Yibai's face was full of guilt.

Song Yan rubbed the center of his brows wearily. Although there is only one level difference between the seventh level and the eighth level, the two are very different. A hundred seven level warriors combined, for an eighth level warrior, only counts as A hundred babies waiting to be fed.

He understands this very well.

"The number of casualties..." Song Yan's eyes flashed with pain, and he raised his hand to make Mo Yibai stand up.

Mo Yibai stood up, with a straight face, and said: "They didn't attack anyone, they only captured the main force, the people lived as usual, and the army trained as usual..."

"What?" Song Yan opened his eyes, stood up quickly, and brought a gust of wind.

"You mean..." Song Yanjun was also extremely shocked, "Only a few leaders were injured, and none of them died?"

"Yes." Mo Yibai stretched out his hand to remove the dried blood from the corner of his mouth, and said.

Song Yan locked his hands tightly, supported his chin with his mouth, sat down, and said: "It seems that their goal is not the city."

Seeing that he had calmed down, Song Yanjun said anxiously: "Father, even if they didn't come for the city, they still took the territory of Song Dynasty by force..."

Song Yan raised his hand to stop him from continuing, his eyes had already recovered his calmness, and said: "Juner, you must know that for Gu, human life is much more important than the country."

"However, the land is the property of the Great Song Dynasty. It is really disrespectful to be occupied by a small gang! You don't know that ten years ago, they made a big fuss in Liangyi Pavilion, and Qingwu almost... .” Song Yanjun had a deep hostility towards the Deadmines from the very beginning.

Song Yanrou maintained his expression, and patiently said to Song Yanjun: "Dignity is not the most important thing that supports people's survival. How can we talk about dignity if there is no life? Gu is the monarch of the Song Dynasty, and even more the monarch of the people of the Song Dynasty. Gu is responsible for his wealth and life. If they die unjustly, Gu has not fulfilled his duty as the king of a country. Gu is not afraid of losing his dignity in front of the people, but he is only afraid that they will lose their lives in front of Gu."

"The matter of Qingwu has been dealt with as early as that year, so there is no need to bring up the old matter. Besides, isn't Qingwu good? At that time, several people's heads were picked alone, and they lost more than Qingwu." Song Yan stroked Song Yanjun's face head.

"This is the way to be a king, and there is still something for a gentleman to learn."

Song Yanjun blushed and avoided it.He felt guilty about his short-sightedness, and also felt ashamed that Song Yan touched his head as an adult.

Song Yan stood up, faced Song Yanjun and Mo Yibai, and said, "Think about it, Dead Mine is a well-known assassin gang, but their appearance without any blood this time is enough to show that they have other purposes."

The two nodded, expressing their understanding.

"In less than half a day, there will be news from the wild city."

With his hands behind his back, Song Yan walked to the entrance of the main hall, looked up at the sky, the sun shone down along the eaves, and his dragon robe shone brightly.

----

Song Yanjun took Mo Yibai to treat the wound a little bit, Song Yan sat in the study, gently rubbing the center of his brows, and found a book to read.

In the evening of that day, a letter was delivered to Song Yan.

The envelope is all black, with a gold seal of a skull on the seal.Fingers brushed the surface of the envelope, and it was bitingly cold.

Squinting his eyes, Song Yan dismissed the messenger boy without changing his face.

"Go to the Ministry of Internal Affairs to withdraw money."

The envelope was torn.What came to the face was a strong smell of rancidity and blood.The letter paper was light yellow rice paper. Song Yan unfolded it, only to find that there were only two characters written on it.

"A companion."