Daguan County.

It is one of several famous and prosperous county towns in the country of Qingyuan, with a vast land and fertile land. There are eight streets and nine mos in the county town, hundreds of squares in the textile market, and the people who come in and out are gorgeously dressed and rich. Specialty beauties and delicacies have long attracted countless literati and visitors by relying on these two specialties. The more people gathered, the more frequent the trade and trade of Daguan County, which accumulated a wealth for this historic ancient city.

Such a side of water and soil has nurtured such a person.

Because of the rich and comfortable life, Daguan people have no sense of fitness, and most of them are obese and cunning people. In the perennial trade and business, the only thing they know is to pursue the advantages and avoid the disadvantages, and they are calculating.

Perhaps this generation of Daguan people never thought that there would be a day when soldiers would come to the city and sit and wait to die.

At this time, Daguan County gathered countless ordinary people who fled from the surrounding area, and in their opinion, the group of 100,000 troops in Daguan County who couldn't even wear armor might be a life-saving straw that could get rid of this fate of fleeing.

This group of ordinary people who just want to live their own small life in peace and stability don't know that in fact, in the battle of Xiaoguancheng two days ago, Huangfu Zhenquan, the lord of the county city, received a military order from the Qingyuan Imperial Capital, asking him to send the 100,000 garrisons of the county to reinforce Xiaoguancheng.

War, what a distant thing it is. Because of his natural good life, he was stained with the surname of Huangfu of the Green Kite Kingdom, of course, the ancestors of Huangfu Zhenquan did spend a lot of effort, the predecessors planted trees, and the descendants took advantage of the shade, and Huangfu Zhenquan inherited the position of the city lord of Daguan County. Since he was born, he has lived a stable life, resulting in Huangfu Zhenquan not learning to fight at all. If it weren't for the military order coming down and having to go to reinforcements, Huangfu Zhenquan would still be living his life as a city lord who sings every night and is drunk with money.

The 100,000 garrison staggered out of the city like this, and Huang Lin, the garrison leader who was about the same as Huangfu Zhenquan, repeatedly lowered the speed of the march. Before he was halfway there, he received the news of the Sky Sweeping Eagle, and then he breathed a sigh of relief and staggered back the way he came.

The literati who did not flee and stayed in the city were extremely angry.

Since most of the literati were unswerving and high-spirited, the city was full of poems scolding the city lord and Huang Lin for a while:

Hungry ghosts have been encroaching for hundreds of years, and younger generations have been insulting for thousands of years.

A group of waste soldiers, who are not Daguan people in life, and are not worthy of Daguan soul in death.

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In the castle lord's mansion.

In front of Huangfu Junjie stood the trembling Huangfu Zhenquan and Huang Lin.

According to the seniority, Huangfu Junjie has to call Huangfu Zhenquan uncle.

At this time, Huangfu Zhenquan did not have the majesty of being an uncle at all, his face was full of coldness, and he was uneasy.

"Your Royal Highness the Third Prince, when did you come back from the Lingyun Sect?"

Huangfu Junjie ignored Huangfu Zhenquan's cautious question, the cultivator's keen hearing was hundreds of times higher than that of ordinary people, and he felt that a noisy voice was approaching here.

Huangfu Junjie's eyes were cold, looking at the door of the city lord's mansion hall.

The sound is getting more and more pronounced, getting closer and closer.

Suddenly, two people smashed in from outside the wall, and the wooden doors and windows were smashed out of two large holes with a "bang".

Huangfu Zhenquan was taken aback, and bent down to hide behind Huangfu Junjie regardless of his image.

Because Huang Lin was a military general, he stubbornly drew his sword forward, but his footsteps were weak and weak, and his hand holding the knife trembled.

"Really get out of here, old man!"

A pungent woman's voice came.

The gate of the outer courtyard was smashed by a kick, and a woman in red walked into the courtyard outside the council hall with a black long whip in her hand, a pair of long legs straight to show a tall figure, two red ribbons tied up two balls in a bun, and a heroic face without whitewashing, full of anger. He was followed by a group of soldiers with swords, who always maintained a distance of two feet and did not dare to step forward.

"Where is the thief, trespassing on the City Lord's Mansion!" Huangfu Zhen turned his body sideways, pinched the corner of Huangfu Junjie's clothes with one hand, stretched out his fingers with the other, and his tone trembled.

"Take it, take it with me!"

When the woman saw Huangfu Zhenquan, she strode to the council hall, and kicked the body of the soldier lying in front of the door blocking the way. The soldier who was already pretending to be dead fainted directly now.

"You are Huangfu Zhenquan? I ask you, why don't you send troops to reinforce Xiaoguancheng. The woman stood in the council hall, completely ignoring the soldiers who followed closely but did not dare to step forward and Huang Lin, who was too frightened to take a step.

Huangfu Junjie didn't speak, didn't move his position, and watched all this calmly.

Nie Ying also looked at the relaxed and helpless black-clothed young man in front of him.

"Alright! Maybe it's too embarrassing to look at each other like this, Huangfu Junjie still couldn't help but say.

"Who are you? You actually know me?" Nie Ying was puzzled for a while, filtering his memory in his mind, he really hadn't seen it.

Hearing Huangfu Junjie speak, Huangfu Zhenquan pointed sideways at Nie Ying again, and the fox fake tiger shouted: "How can you talk to the third prince?"

"Third Prince, are you the Emperor Fu Junjie of the Lingyun Sect?" Nie Ying looked at Emperor Fu Junjie's whole body with a pair of big eyes.

The previous question that Huangfu Junjie recognized Nie Ying's identity was explained by Nie Ying, because although some of the Heavenly Pride of the various sects in the cultivation realm had not met each other, they would also pay more attention to each other's growth and information in private, after all, these Heavenly Pride were all role models or competitors for each other.

"Miss Nie, under the emperor Fu Junjie. I'm so sorry that the country has let you down. Huangfu Junjie clenched his fists with both hands, his tone was guilty, and he bowed and said as the third prince of the Green Kite Kingdom.

Nie Ying was disrupted by Huangfu Junjie's sudden and sincere apology, she seemed a little restrained for a while, and her anger disappeared by half. completely exposed her character of eating soft and not hard.

She began to deliberately avoid Huangfu Junjie's gaze, pretending to be indifferent, and stretched out her hand and waved twice, "Forget it." Never mind. This girl is not angry with the waste. ”

Angry and panicked. I don't know what suddenly hit Nie Ying's hard heart.

Nie Ying still pretended to swagger out of the council hall and walked towards the gate of the City Lord's Mansion, forcing back a group of soldiers with knives to hurriedly retreat.

Huangfu Zhenquan cautiously watched the movement outside the door, and only after making sure that Nie Ying was leaving, did he walk out from behind Huangfu Junjie. Huang Lin swallowed a mouthful of saliva, put the knife into the sheath, and wiped the sweat from his forehead in shock.

"The people of the country are as heroic as Nie Ying, how can Xiaoguancheng be broken?" Huangfu Junjie said to himself.

Huangfu Zhenquan, who had just relieved himself and felt a little relieved, listened to Huangfu Junjie's self-talk, and once again broke out in a cold sweat, walking on thin ice.

Looking at the timid appearance of the two, Huangfu Junjie sighed in disappointment and shook his head to leave.

"Tens of millions of people in the whole country are not as good as such a woman. ”

Nie Ying walked all the way out of the City Lord's Mansion, still grinning. The soldiers in the back breathed a sigh of relief, and finally sent the aunt away.

She frowned tightly all the way, although she made a big fuss about the city lord's mansion and released some of the pent-up anger in her heart, but the sad feeling of the country's imminent demise will definitely linger for a while.

Since she was a child, she has been extremely disappointed with the army and the country. It has always been known for its wealth and prosperity, and the great country is like an embroidered pillow, which is useless.

Is it not right to say that there is no resistance? It is also not right, in a country dotted with tens of millions of people, only more than 10,000 people in Xiaoguancheng resisted the menacing invading expeditionary force, which is undoubtedly hitting a stone with an egg. After Xiaoguancheng was breached, more people like Huangfu Zhenquan and Huanglin began to fear the battle, thinking about how to save their lives in a high-sounding manner.

is very aggrieved, when I think of my country, my hometown is about to fall into the hands of thieves, and I am extremely aggrieved.

This third prince, a true disciple of the Lingyun Sect, may also think so.

It's worth looking up at him.

There were a total of thirteen princes in the empire, and all she saw was that he was the emperor Junjie who came to the front line.

No matter what the reason, Nie Ying at this time respected him as a good man.

Huangfu Junjie, who walked on the street, was also thinking about the reasons for some changes in the Green Kite Kingdom.

Disappointment? What's the use of being disappointed? Huangfu Junjie deeply understands this truth.

Who is not afraid of death? Not to mention the 100,000 troops who turned back halfway. Just the first group of people who have fled from Daguan that everyone knows by heart, this group of people turned out to be cultivators who were high up and respected in the past. A group of immortals in the eyes of ordinary people, masters who can break the earth and stones with a raised hand, are not without any reluctance and nostalgia, they abandon Daguan County, as if abandoning a strange city.

In the end, the group of people who controlled the style of Daguan County were a group of weak scholars who were powerless. Sad, ridiculous.

A scholar saw a young man in black walking on an empty street, and the scholar felt that the young man in black was somewhat familiar.

He walked into the vacant tavern where the store had fled, and brought out a pot of turbid wine with a chair in the doorway.

"I've seen you, Third Prince. The scholar poured a sip of wine as arrogantly as those children of the rivers and lakes, his face was slightly red, and the wine hiccuped continuously.

Huangfu Junjie stopped and nodded slightly towards the scholar.

The corners of the scholar's mouth trembled for a while, and tears were in his eyes.

"Is the country right or wrong to be abandoned?"

Huangfu Junjie looked at the already drunk scholar seriously, and was touched by this question with hope and pleading, and he shook his head slowly.

"I'm going to guard the city gates!"

"Do you want to have a drink and go again?" the drunken scholar threw the unfinished pot of wine to Huangfu Junjie towards Huangfu Junjie.

Huangfu Junjie caught the wine jug, handed the wine jug in one hand to the scholar, and then took a sip like him.

"Hahahaha" the scholar laughed hysterically, tears streaming down his face.

"Count it as my send-off wine. I'll keep the Triumph Wine for you, and I hope you can come back and drink this glass of wine. The scholar was completely drunk and sat down on the ground.

He looked at the back of Huangfu Junjie, as if there was a tall back figure walking towards the city gate.