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The frontline is full of wars, and the entire Dacheng is in dire straits, but there are also some places that are independent and peaceful.Such as Banished Valley, such as Binlong Peak, and such as the imperial palace of the capital.

It has been five years since the former Dacheng Kingdom fell into the hands of foreign races.

The style of the foreign race is rough and there are not as many red tapes as the Han people. Therefore, the Dacheng Palace is neglected in the hands of the foreign race, and it is becoming increasingly depressed.In the eyes of the Khan, the palace was more a symbol of victory than a place of kingship.

Ye Xiao rode his horse into the palace, bypassed countless palace buildings, and finally stopped in front of a small parasol building.Outside the small building, a court lady of a foreign race was sitting under the eaves and taking a nap. She woke up rubbing her eyes when she heard the sound of horseshoes.

"Is the lady in there?"

"Well, yes, probably copying scriptures."

Ye Xiao nodded and walked in quickly.Sure enough, she could smell the faint scent of agarwood in the air. The woman in white sat in front of the table with a calm face, obsessed with writing in lower case.

Hearing the sound, she finished the sentence she was copying without haste, and with the last stroke, she drew the stroke lightly, closed the pen, and put the small script on the pen rest, before turning to look at the person who came.

Needless to say, this woman's temperament is very good, just like the sunset at night, giving people the feeling of a long smoke and a quiet shadow.The appearance is exquisite and beautiful, and the eyebrows and eyes are not as flat as ordinary Han people, but also have the posture of sinking fish and falling wild goose.

"Qianmo."

Having not seen outsiders for several years, Qian Mo did not show any surprise.She has been waiting for today for years, and has rehearsed everything in her mind countless times. At this moment, she stood up, walked in front of Ye Xiao, lowered her eyebrows and nodded, performed a palace ceremony, and said with a smile: "Master."

Ye Xiao waved his hand, "As early as a few years ago, I passed the throne to Zhuchen."

"Qianmo remembers that the young master has the talent of heaven, and if he succeeds to the throne, he will achieve great things if he wants to."

"It's just that the great cause has not been accomplished yet, but he has already injured himself several times." Ye Xiao smiled wryly, "If you had been willing to help me back then, maybe my alien soldiers and horses would have already flattened the Central Plains."

Ten years ago, this stunning beauty crowned the harem, and was doted on by the emperor to the point where it was almost impossible to add more.As the most successful spy of the foreign race, she betrayed the foreign race under such circumstances.

Those who betrayed the foreign race did not end well, but Qianmo, who was brought back to the pagan religion by the shadow guard of the foreign race, was once an exception.

However, this beautiful woman knew in her heart that she was not an exception, but because she still had too much value, the pagan religion did not kill her - her fate would come only after the value disappeared.

So, is it now?

Ye Xiao said slowly: "Chen Wang has been looking for you."

After becoming the emperor's concubine, seducing the younger brother of the Holy Majesty was originally a plan made by the foreign race back then.

Qian Mo smiled, "Can he find here?"

"Whether he can or not depends on us." In the past ten years, Chen Wang has tried his best to develop the intelligence in the Xuanbu in the four departments, but he still hasn't found any news about Qianmo. It can be seen that Ye Xiao's words are not wild words, he said in a deep voice, "You were originally our last resort."

Qian Mo was silent for a moment.

"What does the master want me to say?"

Ye Xiao glanced at her lightly, scrutinized her with three points, and thought about it with seven points. Even though the beauty in front of him was like jade, it didn't arouse any waves in his eyes.

"It depends on what you will say." Ye Xiao paused, "Zhuchen was seriously injured on the front line, what he meant was—half the world."

"Half the world...what do you mean?"

"So far, it means bowing your head and proclaiming your minister." Ye Xiao stood with his hands behind his back, and said in Qianmo's silence: "The emperor has changed, and the child you gave birth to is now the prince of Dacheng, the commander of a hundred armies... What you say to King Chen will determine whether your own flesh and blood can escape unscathed."

The quiet appearance of Qian Mo finally disintegrated, and the pagan religion, which is full of experts, is determined to kill a person, and there is no possibility of missing it-because this is the reason why the pagan religion is so powerful.

She knelt down gracefully, with long black hair hanging down her waist, her posture was elegant, but she was not inferior to any lady of the Han nationality.

But she is still a foreigner, a river and lake person in her bones.

"Qianmo is willing not to disgrace her life."

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Ye Xiulu received a message from Ye Zhuchen on the way back to aid, simple four words: seize the enemy's first opportunity.The Khan of the foreign race gritted his teeth bitterly after hearing these four words, and after a while he shouted angrily, ordered the whole army to turn around, and rode their horses to take the lead and went straight to the Qingming Lake.

Back to the banks of Qianhe River, the gunpowder smoke temporarily stopped after dark, but Dacheng launched a second round of fierce attack in the middle of the night.The sound of artillery fire rang out again, but the alien army was not caught off guard. All the soldiers and horses retreated to escape the attack range of the artillery.

However, retreat is never a long-term solution.

Dacheng made great strides, and was about to wade across the river to the shore. The foreign race finally attacked with artillery fire. For a while, the flames were so bright that the entire battlefield was clearly illuminated. The two sides did not count the casualties but not the losses. How many could be killed? .

The foreign race's response is not clever, but simply being injured by artillery fire is better than killing a few Dacheng soldiers before they die.

In the distance, Nangong Jue stood on the bow of the boat and murmured, "This battle must have far-reaching consequences..."

He looked at the other end of the Qianhe River, and after confirming that the foreign race would not return for help, Cheng Yue had already rushed to the Qingming Lake with his elite soldiers an hour ago. Zhou Chuze took care of Nangong Xiao and traveled in a carriage.

At Chengcing Lake, what awaited them was another big battle, as well as Zhou Suiyun, the defender of the former dynasty.

A question came to Nangong Jue's mind at the same time, here Cheng Yue and others left, so what about Ye Zhuchen on the other side of the river?The injured Ye Zhuchen, at this moment, is he under the heavy artillery fire not far away, or is he on the way to Qingcheng Lake?

The sound of killing is endless, blood flows into rivers, corpses pile up like mountains, and the bright moon hangs high above the head, implying that the night is long.

Success or failure turned empty.

With mountains and rivers inside and outside, with a magnificent chest, Nangong Jue looked at everything in front of him, and he thought calmly, fortunately, everything will eventually be settled.

At the same time, ten miles away from the battlefield, there was a convoy galloping across the plain.

Ye Zhuchen left a little later than Cheng Yue. At this time, he was lifting the curtain of the car window, leaning against the carriage with his head sideways, idly looking at the bright moon in the sky following him all the way.

The armor had already been removed, and he was only wearing a thin undershirt with his chest bare, allowing Dongshuang to apply medicine to him.The wound was ferocious, Nangong smiled and used the whip as a gun, and the domineering zhenqi swept over him, his flesh and blood were bloody, don't think that there must be internal injuries.

Ye Zhuchen's face was calm, and there was no sign of pain.

After applying the medicine, Dongshuang pursed her lips and said, "It doesn't cure the root cause."

Ye Zhuchen looked away from the car window, closed his clothes, smiled lightly and said: "The injury is not serious, and it needs to rest for a while. After this battle is over, I will take you to pick a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and take care of yourself." rest."

"...Where's Chu Ze?"

Take a good rest, what about Chu Ze?

Ye Zhuchen's smile froze.

Then he asked seriously, "Dongshuang, should I admit that there are things in this world that I can't get?"

"It's not destined." Dongshuang said calmly, "You never believed in the word "destined."

Hearing this, Ye Zhuchen covered his face with his hands, and laughed in a low voice. He was originally handsome and unparalleled, but now he was injured, and he was slightly pale. Quite hoarse, but even more seductive, he said in a low voice, "Good Dongshuang, you really understand me."

He is determined, and he will work hard to get what he wants.Maybe it was done in the wrong way, but the determination was never missed.Even now that he is injured and the battle is against him, he has never forgotten his original intention, and he has never thought about changing his goal for a moment.

This is why a king is a king.