"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, in an emergency, your Majesty, open the door!" Zhao Po knocked on the door eagerly.

Yunhe was in a sweet sleep at this time, and he heard a knock on the door outside in a daze.

"What are you doing, if you have something to say tomorrow, don't disturb me dreaming." With that, Yunhe threw his pillow towards the door.

The pillow slammed against the door with a muffled sound.

Seeing that Yunhe didn't want to open the door, Zhao Po gritted his teeth and kicked the door open. muttered in his heart: "Your Excellency, I'm sorry, the matter is urgent."

Zhao Po rushed to Yunhe's bed and slapped Yunhe. Yun He slept in a daze, startled by the sudden pain on his face, sat up from the bed, and looked at Zhao Po blankly.

Zhao Po thought that Yunhe was not awake yet, and grabbed his shoulders and shook him vigorously, Yunhe was shaken uncomfortably, his shoulders rushed forward, breaking free of his hands, he broke open his eyes, and cast a gloomy and terrible look at Zhao Po.

In the next second, Yunhe was about to take out the dagger that had been placed on his body from his arms.

Zhao Po was taken aback by Yun He's grim expression, but quickly regained his composure, because the matter he was about to say was too important.

"Your Majesty, don't do it first, you wait for me to finish." Zhao Po jumped back, dodging the slash that Yun He slashed at his head.

Yunhe didn't slap him, and he didn't bother to get up from the bed, nodding in acknowledgement. Let him continue.

Only then did Zhao Po stabilize his mind, take a big breath and say, "Your Majesty, there is news from the territory of the Protoss, and the Protoss has sent hundreds of thousands of soldiers to come."

Yunhe yawned, lay down on the bed again, and muttered, "Good thing, the clan has sent support." As he spoke, his voice grew quieter and quieter until he became a snoring sound.

Zhao Po pulled Yunhe up from the bed again and shook his shoulders vigorously: "Your Majesty, you get up first, this matter is strange."

Yunhe said in a daze: "It's weird, let's talk about it tomorrow."

Yunhe broke free of Zhao Po's hands and fell straight on the bed. Zhao Po didn't pull him anymore, stood up and said in a strange tone: "Okay, Your Majesty, it seems that you don't want to know that the Protoss has changed hands."

Yunhe bounced up from the bed with a "bang", and the sleepiness just now disappeared: "Zhao Po, you say, continue to talk."

Seeing that this trick worked, Zhao Po turned to face Yunhe.

"Zhao Po, what's going on over there in Shengjing?" Although Yunhe asked, he had already guessed a few points in his heart.

"Your Majesty, our people have received news from the border that our clan has a new Divine Monarch." Zhao Po's tone was very relaxed, because he didn't believe in this, and what made him flustered was the next thing.

"Your Majesty, there are hundreds of thousands of troops from our clan going here, I heard that the general in command is General Qin, it turns out that you are going to go east, isn't General Qin very opposed? Why the sudden dispatch of troops? Zhao Po expressed his doubts, looked up at Yunhe, and waited for Yunhe to solve his doubts.

Because the sky was too dark, Zhao Po couldn't see Yun He's gloomy face as if it was about to rain, Yun He knew in his heart that the Protoss at this time must have fallen into the hands of Yun Luan, and the army sent must have come to exterminate him.

But I only brought a group of old people without any combat effectiveness, an army of hundreds of thousands, I'm afraid it's a bit exaggerated.

Yun He's voice seemed to come from the deepest part of hell, low and hoarse to the extreme: "Hundreds of thousands? Did you read that right? ”

Zhao Po nodded vigorously, he didn't know why Yunhe, who had always been gentle, was now full of murderous energy, which made him very uncomfortable.

Zhao Po whispered: "What can't be wrong, it's news from the border, it seems that there are still four or five days away to meet us."

Yunhe's hand clenched fiercely, his fingertips pinched into the flesh, Yunhe felt a fiery tingling, he let go of his hand, and by the moonlight, he saw the blood flowing from his palm to the back of his hand, and finally his whole hand was dyed red.

Zhao Po vaguely saw a bright red on Yun He's hand, and couldn't help but stretch his head towards the place where Yun He's hand was, Yun He felt Zhao Po's gaze, quickly and elegantly took out a pure white handkerchief from his arms, wiped the blood on his hand clean, and put his hand behind his back.

Zhao Po said with some hesitation: "Your Majesty, you ...... Are your hands bleeding? ”

Yunhe turned his head away, avoiding Zhao Po's puzzled and even unfamiliar and frightened gaze.

After a long pause, Yunhe raised his head and looked at the full moon outside the window, under the moonlight, Yunhe's neck was as white and translucent as jade, as if he could see blood flowing in the blue and purple veins, and a pair of deep eyes with a faint melancholy.

All they saw was this elegant picture, and the fire that was burning in the young man's eyes was well disguised.

"I'm ......" Yunhe was about to speak, when he heard a knock on the door.

Yunhe whispered, "Please come in."

"Squeak" a few times, the wooden door was pushed open, and the clear moonlight sprinkled into the room, and under the moonlight, stood a man dressed in thin white, with long black hair only half-folded, scattered on his shoulders.

Zhao Po was stunned. At this time, Yu Qingling did not wear light armor as usual, nor did she wear brocade clothes that matched her identity.

Yu Qingling obviously trotted in, and her half-tied hair was a little messy.

Yu Qingling frowned slightly when she saw Zhao Po, and Zhao Po immediately strode out very interestingly, and lit the kerosene lamp in the house before leaving.

The warm yellow light immediately illuminated the entire room, and Yun He and Yu Qingling were originally looking at each other in the dark. As soon as the room lit up, the eyes of the two inevitably intertwined.

The young man sat by the window, his white clothes were blown by a breeze, and the man in front of him not only had the unique clean temperament of a young man, but also had a more of a half-cold feeling on him.

Yu Qingling couldn't take her eyes off her eyes for a while, until a warm and smiling voice sounded in her ears: "Qingling, come in."

Yu Qingling walked quickly to Yunhe's side, Yunhe left the window, took Yu Qingling to the wooden table, pulled out a seat, and smiled and motioned for Yu Qingling to sit down.

Qingling sat down, and Yun He also pulled out a chair one by one, and was about to sit down, Yu Qingling couldn't wait to speak first: "Yun Hejun, I believe you already know about the matter of the Protoss army." ”

Yun He had never heard Yu Qingling speak in such a hurried tone, he was slightly stunned, and the hand pulling the chair stopped, and after a few seconds, Yun He sat down, with a little smile in his tone, but he had not completely recovered from the low hoarseness just now: "I heard Zhao Po say it." ”

Yu Qingling followed Yunhe's words and continued: "Four hundred thousand? ”

Yunhe chuckled: "You know more than mine. ”

"The southwest has always been a place closely monitored by the Yu clan, and the intelligence news of the Left Wing Army is very fast." Yu Qingling realized that she had said too much, stopped talking, and looked at Yunhe quietly, and Yunhe looked back at her with a smile in his eyes.

"The Protoss is a civil strife, and those armies should be coming for me." Yunhe shook his head lightly and said.

Yu Qingling instantly understood what was going on, lowered her head and pondered for a while: "No, if it's just for you, how can you send more than 400,000 people?" ”

Yunhe stretched out his hand and showed a helpless expression: "Maybe I'm more important." ”

Yu Qingling was amused by Yunhe's appearance and smiled slightly, and the atmosphere eased a lot.

Suddenly, Yu Qingling remembered something again: "No, I remember that a few days ago, the scout army was attacked by a team of hundreds of gods, at that time, I only thought it was a small team of gods, and everyone didn't pay much attention, but now that I think about it, those hundreds of people are likely to come to assassinate you, but in the end they were eliminated by our people." ”

Yu Qingling suddenly stopped, stood up, and supported the table to approach Yunhe little by little. Yunhe met her gaze, his heart pounding.

The distance between Yu Qingling and Yunhe was getting closer and closer, closer and closer, and in less than five centimeters, Yu Qingling stopped.

Her red eyes stared at Yunhe with some puzzlement, and she looked Yunhe up and down, as if she was looking at an object, and Yunhe looked uncomfortable.

After looking at it for a long time, Yu Qingling straightened up, sighed and said, "You guy, it's really unlucky, you will always encounter all kinds of troubles with you."

Yunhe touched his nose: "I thought you were unlucky, in order to see you and me, even the position of the god monarch was lost."

Yu Qingling sat down in her position again, and said with a complaint in her voice: "It seems that the 400,000 army of the Yu clan is coming for my royal army, and killing you is just by the way."

Yun He was very unconvinced: "What do you know, Yun Luan can only sit in the position of the Divine Monarch by killing me, why do they have nothing to provoke you?"

As he spoke, Yunhe carelessly put his injured hand on the table, a few short and crooked wounds, ugly covered with snow-white jade-like palms, and the wounds were still oozing blood.

Yu Qing saw the wound on Yunhe's hand, his brows furrowed, and his two hands unconsciously pulled Yunhe's injured hand.

Yu Qingling gently raised Yun He's hand to look left and right, raised her head, and looked at Yun He's smiling eyes with a worried look.

"How?" Yu Qingling's voice was light and gentle, which made Yunhe's heart tingle.

Yunhe withdrew his hand, scratched his head and said, "I don't know, I just woke up like this, maybe someone attacked me when I was sleeping."

Yu Qingling's eyes were a little reproachful, but she had already found a white cloth in her hand and carefully bandaged Yunhe's wounds.

The movement was very light, for fear of hurting Yunhe. Yunhe's eyes showed a touch of tenderness, but it quickly disappeared again: "I'm fine, it's a minor injury."

Yu Qingling looked at Yunhe's bandaged hand with satisfaction: "Okay, you go to sleep, I'll go first"

Yu Qingling turned around and was about to leave, Yun He subconsciously grabbed Yu Qingling's hand, Yu Qingling stopped, turned to look at him.

Yunhe let go of his hand suddenly, and he didn't know why he wanted to grab Yu Qingling's hand, it was a completely subconscious action.

Yunhe racked his brains for a long time, and finally came up with a suitable reason: "The army is coming, what should I do."

Yu Qingling smiled slightly: "You said that the 400,000 army is coming for you, I believe you can handle it alone, of course I will retreat to a safe place with my royal army."

Yunhe heard the strong sarcasm in Yu Qingling's tone, and took two steps back and pretended to be very hurt: "Qingling, you are ruthless, do you want to see death and not save you?"