"You...... Demon! The good impression she had just ignited towards him disappeared in an instant, and it seemed that Yelu Fox was Yelu Fox, a cunning fox, and he held her tightly in his hands just as a hostage, and at the critical time she was still an important pawn in his calculations for his own power.

He just smiled and continued to cuddle his beauties leisurely around his camel roaming his bazaar......

The wind and dust swept and the group finally arrived at Xizhao, standing at the head of Shatouba City, Beijian, Wenzhao overlooked, not far away from the enemy's camp pennant fluttering, and once stretched for thousands of miles but were the territory of Xizhao, the people of Shatouba also complained bitterly, since the defeat of the Xizhao army, there are often Yelu's soldiers to harass the people in the town, burning, killing and looting, the people are also miserable, and live with trepidation every day.

Beijian was dressed in a silver robe, shining in the sun, flashing with cold light, he didn't say a word, looking at the vast Gobi, the sand was steaming, and his Beizhao ice and snow scenery was incompatible. But no matter the yellow sand is in the sky and the sun is like fire, his face is always like a piece of ice that has not melted for thousands of years, and his eyes are cold and cold.

Wen Zhao was still wearing his green brocade robe, with the emerald flute hanging around his waist, but he tied his hair up, and a simple strand of hair and hair bands added a bit of freshness.

He looked at the sky in the distance, uncontrollably revealing a trace of sadness, staring blankly at the distant sky, and unconsciously took out the green flute from his waist, and the curling silk sound slowly flowed out of the flute hole, filling the sky......

"Uncle Wang, it's all here, do you still have the leisure to play your flute elegantly?" Beijian really couldn't help it, I really don't know why my father sent such an elegant little imperial uncle, this is the battlefield, where do you need these silk and bamboo voices?

Whether he's here to help or to add to the chaos, it's a drag, and maybe to protect him in the midst of the war!

Wen Zhao ignored him and continued to immerse himself in his selfless playing......

Beijian shook his head, not bothering to pay attention to him, "Come on, quickly Xuan Bing Mang and Xue Mang!" He walked down the city quickly, compared to the intermittent and restless self-esteem of the west wind, Bing Mang and Xue Mang were his close cronies after all, and they would give him the most real battle situation in Xizhao, he wanted to know the situation here as much as possible, and ...... The cold sword frowned, and there was ...... Her situation! Develop a battle plan that is the fastest and most effective!

Suddenly, the weather changed greatly, the wind and clouds gathered, the wind and sand were all over the sky, Wen Zhao stopped the flute he played, his eyes looked straight at the sky, and the soldiers next to him also became nervous......

In the next few days, Beijian and Xifeng have been looking at maps and discussing military affairs in the camp, but Wen Zhao behaves strangely, he is not looking at the sky at night, he often looks at the stars for several hours, and he doesn't sleep in the second half of the night, or he plays the flute to the sky and plays a tune that I don't know what it is.

After several nights of sleeplessness, Beijian finally worked out a detailed battle plan, and when he was ready to go, Wen Zhao walked into the camp tent to block him.

"Uncle Wang, get out of the way!"

"Where?"

"Troops!"

"No way!"

Xifeng also looked at Wen Zhao eagerly in understanding: "Uncle Wang, you won't participate in the discussion of the battle situation in the past few days, so don't worry!" What do you want now? Yun Fei and Yun Phantom are in the enemy camp and don't know whether they are alive or dead, they are waiting for us to save their lives! ”