"The prince's body is important, and if he goes on a business trip, the last general and the last general can't afford to pay for their heads!" General Yang didn't dare to slack off, and couldn't help but look at his brain, he had never heard that the prince of Fengyang was sick.

"The little prince is known as Shen Ke, and the unaccustomed water and soil cause old diseases, and I ask the general not to show off." Dongting repeatedly instructed, and when he saw that Yang Keshan was suspicious and difficult to refute, he transferred it back to the account.

Feng Mingxie leaned on the long couch, his forehead was dripping with sweat, and his face was even more pale and ugly.

Dongting couldn't help but skip a beat, seeing the man raise his hand slightly, he understood that he would hurriedly step forward to put down the gauze curtain added to the tent in this big camp, that was Yang Keshan's awe of the emperor's relatives and relatives were different from the reckless man, and the respect and humility in this Shengjing City still had to pay attention to it, and he specially ordered someone to put an extra veil in the camp of the little prince.

The pavilion guard turned sideways and tried not to look at Feng Mingxie's state, words and deeds, but he knew what the little prince was doing, the old disease recurred, it was the silver needles that wandered around his body that had an abnormality that caused him to be unable to control and suppress his own qi and blood, and the last time was on the way back to Shengjing, Jiang Junyi took out three with a solemn expression.

Occasionally, there was a slight rapid wheezing and muffled humming from the light curtain, but the sound of the silver needle falling on the jade plate made Dongting creepy, and the time for the silver needle to recur in the body was getting shorter and shorter, I don't know how long he could be healthy this time, he didn't have time to think about it, and brought the clear water basin that had been prepared on the side into the curtain.

Feng Mingxie leaned on the back of the couch weakly, his face was pale and his forehead was covered with fine sweat, the long sleeves of the canary feathers were stained with mottled blood stains, and there were two thin needles with blood lying in the jade plate on the desk, and the needles were already slightly blackened.

"There are still eight pieces, Dongting," Feng Ming said lightly, it was rare that he was weak and even gasping for breath as if he was exhausted, "Do you think this king can hold out until then?" The man asked suddenly.

Dongting's eyes were slightly abrupt, and he didn't understand at once, which day the man was talking about, and why, suddenly, he wanted to ask him a little guard.

"Lord Wang, you are auspicious."

"That's a good point." Ji Ren Tianxiang, Feng Xiao Wang Ye can live for more than 20 years, but he can't rely on these four words, and every step out of the road is a calculation and struggle.

Dongting took out a brocade and wet it in a basin of water to wipe the blood from his fingertips, and self-blame and chagrin filled his eyes: "I knew that I should have brought Yue Chi with me." ”

Feng Mingxie's eyelashes moved, and the light in his eyes turned into laziness: "Are you missing her now?" ”

Dongting's hand half stopped: "If she takes care of the prince, her subordinates can also feel a lot more at ease." "It's better than - it's better than the restless girl of the Lu family, although she knows her master's intentions, but Dongting still has a grudge against Lu Yixuan, and the little prince Feng has a lot of times because of her confrontation with the saint.

"Yue Chi has her own business, she went to Fuling." Feng Ming didn't seem to have any intention of talking.

"Fuling?" Dongting was stunned for a moment, when they left, they neither heard Yue Chi mention it nor heard the man talk about it, "What did she do when she went to Fuling?" ”

"Visiting relatives."

Dongting moved the basin away: "Yue Chi has no father and no mother, why did he suddenly have relatives." "At first glance, it is a disguise.

Feng Mingxie glanced at Dongting meaningfully, and the guard suddenly realized that he was talkative, and hurriedly retreated respectfully: "The prince's orders must have other intentions, Fuling is far away, and his subordinates should be allowed to share their worries, and she is a girl who is suitable to stay by your side to take care of your daily life." ”

"This king remembers well, when you took refuge in Jianghuai, you were displaced in Fuling," Seeing Dongting nodding, Feng Mingxie squinted: "You don't care about her from the bottom of your heart, why do you say this, if she is here, he will definitely say that this king trusts you partially, and he will take you with him in everything." Feng Mingxie exerted a slight force to get up and staggered two steps, his long figure flickered on the thin curtain through the candlelight, the backlit face could not see the expression clearly, obviously thin and sickly and weak, but there seemed to be an irresistible coercion, following his gaze around his body.

Indeed, Feng Xiao Wang Ye likes to take Dongting as a guard wherever he goes.

Dongting opened his mouth, and he lowered his head: "Lord Wang, do you trust your subordinates?" ”

Feng Mingxie shrugged his shoulders and was amused by Dongting's sudden question, he grabbed the silver needle in the jade plate, and the palm that was originally wiped clean was stained with blood again, and when he let go, the silver needle fell to the ground, making a nice staggered sound.

"What do you say?"

It's not a smile.

The man's rhetorical question didn't know whether it was with confusion or determination, or every word was full of doubts, making people unpredictable, Dongting may have followed the prince of Fengyang for so many years, but he was not as scared as he was at this moment.

A thin sweat gradually appeared on his forehead, and he swallowed his saliva fiercely, and the person had already knelt down: "There has never been a subordinate who is loyal to the prince!" He raised his hand and swore that Dongting rarely expressed his position in front of Feng Mingxie, no, it should be said that there was no need at all, men never disdained those verbal loyalty and sincerity.

This time, the little prince did not allow him to get up immediately, but condescendingly and lightly: "Remember what you said today," his fingertips touched the corners of his lips, as if he had turned from such inhuman coldness to a weak patient again, "Go, announce the deputy general of the Dragon Standard Battalion." Feng Mingxie took a heavy breath and leaned back on the couch.

"Lord Wang...... You should rest, not in the middle of the night. ”

Feng Mingxie gave him a look, and Dongting had to shut up.

The candles in the tent were not extinguished.

In the middle of the night, when the moon and stars were scarce, the wind was strong, and the cheers of the 10,000-strong battalion suddenly rushed out dozens of squads and disappeared into the night.

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The morning light in the desert gradually revealed a glimmer of light and broke through the clouds, Lu Yixuan couldn't wait for a moment, and asked for orders early in the morning and led yesterday to select more than 5,000 people who were brave and loyal to go to Feiliang Bridge Wuhuaimen for deployment.

Yang Keshan was stopped outside the camp tent by Dongting, saying that the little prince was unwell and could not send the army out of the city, and General Yang was worried and hurriedly asked if he was well.

Dongting is relieved, the old illness is fine, but it is not suitable to blow the wind today, the prince said early in the morning, General Youyang is in and why should he be a pampered royal relative, fighting, relying on the blood and excitement of the governor, out of the camp, they are the foundation of Dayan's country, return to the camp, they are also the heroes of the people of the country.

When Yang Keshan heard this, he was in awe and awe, and repeatedly threatened to live up to the trust of the little prince.

In addition to the 30,000 left behind Yongzhao, the remaining 60,000 troops, the desert, the Gobi, and the Beirong Pheasant Xin City!

In the southwest area of the entire desert, Pheasant Xin is not the most impregnable city, and the Huaichu and Geshen who are blended along the Gobi and the two black ridges have formed a long dragon-like defense line, but the Feiliang Bridge Wuhuaimen stalk intercepts a road on the path, and the Pheasant Xin has become an embarrassing position at the same juncture as Dayan Yongzhao to a certain extent, lonely but not abandoned.

In order to stabilize the city, the old Khan of Beirong set up two good fat battalions in Huaichu and Geshen to garrison tens of thousands of troops to prevent foreign tribes from taking Pheasant Xin as a breakthrough, and appointed Le Muqin, a henchman for many years, to guard the main city.

Yang Keshan's army can be said to have rushed along the desert road for more than ten days with great fanfare.

He didn't march fast and had a sense of steady and steady, which made Su Yi's porridge anxious, and how could he be caught off guard by this slow and deliberate time to give Pheasant Xin City time to prepare for help, he should travel day and night, the stars and the moon are not good, and in the blink of an eye, he will raid the enemy army to defend the city, this is - this is very happy!

General Su Xiao is young, he is young and vigorous, he also has a warm blood in his bones are gurgling and bubbling, especially when he was not happy to suppress bandits in the corner, since he took over the Huairong Battalion, he has been recuperating and training diligently, and now he is eager to show his skills.

Oh, he was choked by Yang Keshan by seven inches, and he couldn't move.

Marching in the desert, especially the large army, can be more arduous and difficult than ordinary to transport and protect food and water, Yang Keshan looked at the march map in the camp three times before putting it away and rolling it into a scroll: "Come on," he thought to himself, "the golden drum will be sounded, the regular team will be reorganized, and they will camp near here." ”

The young general hurriedly rushed out of the camp tent and almost collided with Su Yicongee.

"General, what does this mean?" General Su Xiao didn't understand, they traveled a long distance and saw Pheasant Xincheng in front of them, but they just watched and didn't attack.

"Don't be in a hurry." Yang Keshan motioned for him to be calm.

Obviously, the burly man has his own plans, thirty miles, twenty miles, ten miles, the exact same marching mileage every day makes Su Yi porridge uncomfortable and itchy, he waited for a few days to hold back his stomach and complain and followed Yang Keshan out of the camp.

The desert moon is clear and cold.

Looking at the towering and majestic pheasant Xin from a distance, there are occasional sparks on the city tower to see that there are not many soldiers guarding it, as if the Beirong people don't realize that Da Yan has tens of thousands of troops pressing close to the city.

Yang Keshan used a bamboo Qianli to look closely at the city tower with fluttering flags.

"When are you going to attack the city?!" Su Yi couldn't help it.

Yo, is this kid still following behind his ass?

Yang Keshan was quite surprised, and threw the Qianli Hope in his hand to Su Yi Porridge.

The little general opened the telescope half-knowingly, and the sparks in the city tower were like small flowers blooming in the desert, good guys, without any sense of crisis.

Su Yicongee was furious by this strange scene: "Xu is Beirong's scouts are incompetent and can't move rescue troops in time, but let's just wait?" ”

"What did the little general see?" Yang Keshan took off his helmet and played with the yellow sand inside.

"It's calm, nothing happens."

"That's right," Yang Keshan kneaded* his cheeks, the night in the Gobi Desert was so cold that it was terrifying, and his ears were exposed and he was blown unconscious after a moment, "Who doesn't want to rush into the city tower to capture the prince of Beirong and make great achievements, if Hetujiya is here, why is the pheasant Xin City ambushed from all sides?" ”

Su Yi Congee pondered.

"They are swinging the dragon gate, and they want to sing an empty city to lead us into the middle of the city, this city has been exhausted, whether there are ambushes on the flanks, the scouts have not yet been discovered, and they can't be in a hurry, let's not eat this set, and tell them clearly that the army is to force them to survive."

This is a psychological warfare, and whoever can't bear it first will be full of flaws.