Three months later, Beicang officially launched an attack on Nanse, and Prince Jin took command, led a million strong soldiers, and won the victory with absolute superiority.

In the meantime, the Xiban took advantage of the Beicang to sneak out of the nest and sent people to infiltrate the capital, intending to capture the saint as a hostage, but who knew that the rumored iron-blooded army did not go out to fight, but was left by Qi Jin to defend the city, so all the people with bad intentions were hanged.

In these three months, something happened that shook Beicang.

There is a scandal in the family of Wang Zhuo, the general of Zhenbei, that is, he gave birth to seven daughters, but never gave birth to a son, this matter has always been a serious illness in his heart, and seeing that he is getting older and older, he is even more worried about it.

At this time, a young man appeared in the General's Mansion and was born as the son of the general of Zhenbei.

It's verified, it's true.

Wang Zhuo was very romantic when he was young, and he had lingered in many places, so much that he couldn't even remember it clearly.

This young man was born to a woman from the Le Fang.

He called himself Song Jingyun, and insisted that he did not change his surname after recognizing his ancestors and returning to his ancestors.

Song Jingyun was born with the appearance of a heavenly man, handsome and beautiful, and showed extraordinary talent in leading troops and discussing politics, etc., and was soon regarded as an heir by Wang Zhuo and carefully cultivated.

He snatched power from his father as quickly as possible, and when Wang Zhuo found out, he had quietly set aside his father and became the person with real power in the general's mansion.

Soon, Wang Zhuo, who had always been in good health, suddenly died one night, and immediately after, all his wives and concubines and daughters were imprisoned.

On the eve of the war, Song Jingyun took the initiative to find Qi Jin and Qi Song, saying that he and all the soldiers under him could be sent on one condition.

Qi Jin asked quietly, "What conditions?" ”

Song Jingyun twisted the peace knot hanging around his waist, and smiled softly, "I only want Princess Yongning." ”

Princess Yongning, Qi Feng Pavilion.

Both brothers' faces changed in unison.

Qi Jin smiled: "You know in your heart that without your help, this battle can be won."

This is a disguised refusal.

Later, this condition was personally agreed to by Qi Fengting.

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Before the expedition, Jiang Qiushui was reluctantly entangled with Qi Jin the night before, and the next day, shortly after the army set off, he secretly followed in disguise.

She thought that she would not be discovered if she was mixed with the soldiers, but who knew that Qi Jin was so well-informed, and early the next morning, she personally came to the barracks to arrest people.

Qi Jin wanted to send her back, but of course Jiang Wushui refused, pestering him to do both hard and soft treatment, but in the end he couldn't, so he had to take her with him.

This was the first time Jiang Yushui had seen Qi Jin wearing armor and fighting on a horse.

No one could get close to him, not even the slightest blood on his body except for the long sword in his hand, and the enemy's arrogant and domineering generals before the start of the battle were killed and fell in less than ten moves in his hands.

In the helmet, the handsome face was so indifferent that people suspected that this was not a battlefield, and it was only a matter of moments to take people's lives, and those cold eyes did not make the slightest wave.

Jade-faced Shura.

This is what the people call him in their hearts.

Many people in the army were originally a little unconvinced by him, but when they saw this, they were not only convinced, but also afraid of him in their hearts.

This belongs to Qi Jin, a side she has never seen before.

Unlike others, Jiang Qiushui finds this side particularly attractive.

Whether it was the way he neatly took people's lives when he commanded the battle, or the serious posture when he discussed strategies with others in the camp tent, she liked it very much.

The war ended quickly, and in just three months, Nanthor and the Western Barbarians were defeated one after another, and they were completely defeated.

After the class teacher returned to the court, he ushered in a holy decree.

Edict of Succession.

And Qi Song slipped away with oil on the soles of his feet as early as the day before they returned to the capital.

Jiang Qiushui was confused.

According to Meng Xiyun, it was Qi Song who went too far and completely angered Ruan Yuan, she ran away in a fit of anger and never came back, Qi Song was so anxious that he finally waited for them to come back, and he couldn't even wait to meet in person, leaving a succession edict and a letter to confess, so he went to find someone.

Looking at the holy decree in his hand, Qi Jin smiled a little helplessly.

He took Jiang Qiushui's hand and looked into her eyes, "Wanwan, be wronged, be my queen." ”

He always remembered that she had said many times that she didn't want to be a queen, and he could feel her inner resistance.

Therefore, when this sentence blurted out, Qi Jin's heart was worried, and only he knew it in his heart.

If she doesn't want to, then this emperor ...... Whoever loves it should go.

Jiang Yushui's silence made his heart sink and sink.

Qi Jin held her hand and unconsciously tightened.

He tugged at the corners of his mouth, "It's okay, we don't force ......"

Looking at his pitiful appearance, Jiang Qiushui couldn't hold back, and laughed out loud.

She stood on tiptoe, stamped on his lips, and smiled lightly: "Then I will reluctantly be your queen." ”

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#我愿为公主裙下之臣, as long as you keep an eye on me. #

Song Jingyun was born in a small music workshop.

In order to prevent others from finding out that he was a boy, his mother Song Yun dressed him in women's clothes and dressed up as a little girl since he was a child.

He was very smart, learned everything quickly, and disguised himself well, and for many years no one knew that he was a boy except his mother.

When he was fifteen years old, his mother died.

In accordance with her instructions before her death, he took his mother's body and was about to go to the Zhenbei General's Mansion to find his so-called father.

On the bustling street, suddenly a gorgeous carriage slowly drove in his direction, pedestrians avoided one after another, Song Jingyun seemed to be stunned, looking at the carriage, to be precise, at the pretty little face that emerged from the curtain.

He heard someone say that in the carriage was Princess Yongning, the daughter of the Empress Queen.

She is the kindest and most compassionate girl in the whole Beicang.

Song Jingyun slowly lowered his eyes and laughed silently.

He changed his mind, took his mother's already cold body, and knelt on the side of the road, holding a sign in his hand that sold his body to bury his mother.

The young man in a woman's white mourning dress and long flowing hair attracted a group of hooligans with his delicate face.

They gathered around like wolves seeing fresh meat, greasy smiles on their faces, and reached out to touch him.

Song Jingyun hung his head motionlessly, and his long hair covered the expression on his face.

When the groping pig hand was about to touch him, Song Jingyun suddenly raised his eyes to look at them, smiling treacherously and coldly.

Several hooligans were inexplicably frightened and froze in place.

The young man's thin lips opened lightly, his voice was hoarse, and he spit out one word: "Get out." ”

Looking at the murderous smile he slowly outlined, several hooligans fled.

Song Jingyun retracted his expression and returned to his innocent appearance.

As expected, the carriage stopped not far away.

The kind and noble princess walked in front of him with steps, stopped, and then squatted down, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Song Jingyun who was kneeling on the ground.

Song Jingyun quietly accepted her scrutiny.

Qi Fengting chuckled and stretched out his hand, a small, white hand with a string of Buddha beads hanging from his wrist.

Her voice was unlike any woman he'd ever heard, with a calming force.

"I'll help you bury your mother, you go with me, okay?"

Song Jingyun was wondering if he should pretend to be flattered now and kowtow to her to thank her.

Before he could react, Song Jingyun suddenly froze, his pupils contracted, and his face was indistinguishable from the male and female.

Qi Fengting called him: "Little brother." ”