Inside the carriage, Feng Yewu was a little unhappy when she heard that Wei Nanqi also suggested this.

After all, Xiao Han proposed Lu Jue to serve as the general of Zhenbei, and she could understand from her heart that whether she missed Lu Youxu in the past, or hoped that the Lu family would regain its glory, it was human nature.

But Wei Nanqi followed suit.

"Do you also think that Lone should appoint Lu Jue as the general of Zhenbei?"

Feng Yewu seemed to ask softly, but the words were full of kingly spirit, and a hint of chill was already faintly revealed.

Wei Nanqi's face did not change, and he replied indifferently.

"Your Majesty, although Lu Gongzi has no experience in leading troops to fight, he is familiar with the art of war."

Lu Jue saw Wei Nanqi asking himself, and nodded without saying anything.

After Wei Nanqi was confirmed, he continued.

"Now His Majesty seems to be stable in the court, but the military squire died tragically, the generals of all parties are unpredictable, Lu Gongzi's loyalty to His Majesty can be learned, if it is replaced by someone else, we don't know the true details, if Your Majesty wants to delegate military power, you must choose a credible person, otherwise once the military power falls into the hands of others, the consequences are unimaginable."

Wei Nanqi's words were beyond Feng Yewu's expectations, but they also made her fall silent.

If she had just come to this life, Feng Yewu would inevitably focus on the overall situation, and now Lu Jue has come to her heart step by step.

The two of them have experienced so much right and wrong, and she doesn't want Lu Jue to be hurt because of her again.

What's more, marching and fighting is by no means child's play, Feng Yewu was entangled in her heart for a while, and it was difficult to make a conclusion.

"Okay, General Xiao, Lord Wei, the pros and cons of the two of you have been stated in your words, the slave thinks that Your Majesty should be tired, although this matter is in a hurry, but it will only be decided after returning to Beijing, let Your Majesty rest for a while."

Lu Jue looked at Xiao Han's eagerness, Wei Nanqi looked helpless, so he could only smile and open his mouth to relieve Feng Yewu, and then let the two go out first.

"Lu Jue, is Lone too indecisive?"

After the two got out of the carriage, Feng Yewu looked at Lu Jue with complicated eyes and asked softly.

In fact, what Fang Cai Wei Nanqi said is the right reason.

Now that such a situation has occurred in Northern Xinjiang, although King Changwu does not know, the ambition of King Beichang has been obvious, and if the wrong leading general is chosen at this moment, the consequences will be unimaginable.

The generals will inevitably carry the tiger talisman of the commander of the Ye Dynasty's millions of heroes, and when the time comes, they are afraid that if they are frustrated, they will fall into a catastrophe.

Lu Jue heard Feng Yewu's inquiry, turned his head blankly, and after seeing the hesitation and a little confusion in her eyes, he smiled slightly and said softly.

"Your Majesty doesn't have to be like this, just decide what you think in your heart, and the slaves will support you."

Feng Yewu listened to Lu Jue's words and was very moved, so he reacted to something and spoke.

"You don't have to call yourself a slave in the future, after all, after returning to Kyoto, Lone will rehabilitate the Lu family."

Lu Jue looked at Feng Yewu's flickering eyes at the moment, and nodded with a slight smile in his heart.

... ...

The Far North, a place that ordinary people would never set foot in.

It was deserted all around, with only a dozen tents set up in the cold wind.

In a huge tent in the center, an old Tidi man waved a scepter made of some kind of giant beast bone in his hand, chanting a large series of jerky and incomprehensible incantations in his mouth, and with the tune he sang, all kinds of strange red markings gradually appeared on his gray skin, twisted and complex, like a kind of writing.

As the old man's chanting became louder and louder, there were five old men in the same costume around him, but these five people were much smaller than the old man in the middle in terms of stature.

Gradually, the dark and dense clouds outside the huge tent and the heavy snow gradually stopped, and then the dense clouds seemed to have red lightning, and countless strange lines began to emerge, and the huge clouds seemed to be controlled by a mysterious giant hand, and began to change shapes.

"Ahem, ahem!"

A cough sounded from outside the tent, and the poison saint walked in from outside wearing a thick cloak, and when he saw a few people chattering inside, there was a trace of contempt in his eyes, and he was very disdainful.

"Old man, you were such a trick when I came here decades ago, why are you still like this after so many years."

With Ou Yu's taunt, the eyes of the old man sitting in the middle slowly opened, and the strange spell in his mouth gradually stopped.

Outside the tent, the huge tumbling clouds gradually dissipated, and the snow covered the barren land anew.

The old man turned his head, looked at Ou Yu without a trace of surprise on his face, smiled slightly, looked wise, and spoke.

"The mysteries of heaven and earth are profound, how can they be comprehended in just a few decades."

This old man is the only priest in the Tidi clan, and he is also the sage of the Tidi clan.

The old man slowly got up with the scepter, his huge figure was a little hunchbacked, and his face was full of years and frost, which looked particularly peaceful.

"This is a letter from that kid from Wei Siyuan."

Ou Yu walked to the table after the sacrifice, plucked a leg from the sacrificial roast sheep, ate it with impunity, and then threw the letter in his bosom to the old priest.

"Presumptuous!"

The few people around the old priest were the protectors of the Tidi clan, all of whom were at the level of grandmasters, and at this moment, seeing that Ou Yu was so disrespectful to the divine sacrifices, he immediately shouted angrily.

"Huh?"

Ou Yu heard a few people scolding him, his eyes widened slightly, and an awe-inspiring murderous aura suddenly condensed in the air like substance, and in an instant, several Dharma Protectors turned pale and had some difficulty breathing.

The old priest took the letter, of course, he also felt Ou Yu's killing intent, and indifferently smashed the scepter in his hand against the ground, and a faint gray circle of light spread out from under his feet.

In an instant, Ou Yu's murderous aura was left by the inefficient aperture.

After several Dharma protectors were rescued by the old priest, they hurriedly knelt on the ground and bowed, looking extremely respectful.

"Okay, you guys stand down first."

The old priest gave an explanation to the five of them, and then sat down opposite Ou Yu with heavy steps, and said softly.

"Since the birth of our clan, we have always adhered to the will of the gods, and now it is really helpless to kill in the city, but if it is not so, I am afraid that the life and death of our clan will be unpredictable."

The old priest looked at Ou Yu who was eating and drinking in front of him with sincere eyes, and said as if he was repentant.

Ou Yu looked at the appearance of the old priest, and sneered in his heart, if the two hadn't known each other for a long time, I am afraid that they would really be deceived by his kind eyes.

When Ou Yu first arrived in northern Xinjiang, he was resentful, so he wantonly killed the Tidi clan to vent his murderous intent.

Nearly half of the Tidi were poisoned by Ou Yu, and there was very little left.

In the end, this sacrifice appeared, and it was also a means of genius to dissolve his poison.