"Ah Yan, do you have any news from Junran?" Duanmu froze and asked softly.

Feng Yan nodded, playing with another teacup in his hand, "I just got the news, when the city was broken, Jun Ran hadn't been able to reach the northern border yet. When he was on the road, he suddenly changed his route to Longzhou and tried to borrow troops from Longzhou. But Longzhou Wei delayed in every possible way...... He'll be a step too late. ”

Feng Yan guessed that Jun Ran probably received an urgent request for help from King Jian, so he wanted to borrow troops from Longzhou.

Before King Jian did not return to the capital, the general soldiers of Longzhou Wei were the cronies of King Jian, once there was a danger in the north, the 30,000 soldiers of Longzhou Wei could be deployed at will, but two years ago, the original Longzhou Wei General Soldiers were transferred away by the emperor on the pretext of excuse......

Feng Yan continued: "Jun Ran should have known about the northern border by now, but he did not return to Beijing and continued to go in the direction of the northern border. ”

Jun Ran is still alive! This news made Duanmu Fei breathe a sigh of relief first, but then her heart hung in the air again, and even the teacup in her hand paused in mid-air.

She blinked slowly, a glimmer of light flashing under her eyes, "Is he for King Jane's body?" ”

Jun Ran is not one of those noble children in Beijing who don't know the height of the sky.

He went to the north since he was ten years old, and was stationed in the north with King Jane, gaining a foothold in the army little by little, and establishing his own prestige in the north.

He was experienced in a hundred battles, and he definitely wouldn't think that he would be able to drive Beiyan out of Lingwu City single-handedly, so his purpose was mostly to bring King Jian's body back.

"Nine times out of ten." While Feng Yan spoke, he added tea to both himself and Duanmufei.

The tea that flowed from the spout of the pot "whoosh" made his pupils seem to shine with a cold light.

King Jian died, and the former generals of the Northern Army had long been dispersed by the emperor for more than four years, and now, Jun Ran did not have a tiger talisman in his hand, nor could he command the Northern Army.

Feng Yan knew that Jun Ran's trip would be very dangerous.

Feng Yan muttered, "King Jian is dead, and Jun Ran can't have any more accidents." ”

His voice was so soft that it was almost only he could hear, and Duanmu Fei could hear it too.

She could imagine Feng Yan's feelings for King Jian, which was a kind of admiration for his father, just like he regarded Jun Ran as a brother.

They were a lifelong friendship on the battlefield.

Duanmufei's mood is even more complicated, a heart is like being soaked in a pool of tears, distressed, reluctant, sad, and worried.

This time is different from "before", and she also knows all the things that Feng Yan did secretly in the past.

Every time in the past, Feng Yan, Cen Yin, and Wen Wuchen were all carefully planned and acted step by step.

But this time, King Jian's bad news came too suddenly and unexpectedly, she knew that Feng Yan was probably not fully prepared, but this trip was imperative.

There are many crises in the north, not to mention nine deaths, but it is also dangerous.

But—

Just like Feng Yan said, Jun Ran can't have any more accidents!

Duanmu Fei's eyes quickly flashed past Jun Lingxi, and then over Princess Jian...... Old Lady Chu and Mrs. Chu flashed past.

One of the most painful things in life is to send a white-haired person to a black-haired person.

Her dark eyes flickered brightly and secretly, and she only spoke before she spoke: "Ah Yan, you are careful all the way." ”

Feng Yan raised his hand and gently wrapped his arms around her slender shoulders, letting her head tilt on his shoulders.

The sadness that belongs to Ah Ci, he understands;

It was Zhenzhen's worries, he understood.

He would come back safe and sound, and that was the best gift he could give her.

"Zhenzhen, I'm leaving." Feng Yan kissed the top of her soft hair and retreated.

He stood by the window, his lips hooked and smiled, his handsome face full of a smile as bright as a summer day.

In the next moment, his right hand was propped up on the window sill, and his body flew out like a roc spreading its wings.

The wind in the courtyard was blowing, the branches were swaying, the birds were startling, and there seemed to be a faint panicked "quack" sound of starlings not far away.

Duanmu Fei looked at the empty courtyard outside the window, sitting on the edge of the beauty couch in despair, his heart was heavy, and he didn't even know when the little starling flew in and when he flew away.

"Quack ......"

For Zhanqing Courtyard, this is destined to be another night that is disturbed by the little starling.

In the next few days, the court became a pot of porridge because of the fall of the northern border and the death of King Jian.

Every morning in the court, the civil and military officials argued endlessly about it, and every time they ended up without a problem.

Gradually, in the court, there were two voices for the main battle or the main peace.

Many people proposed to the emperor to negotiate peace with the Northern Yan.

"Your Majesty, King Jian is a fierce general of my Dasheng, who has guarded the northern border for eight years, defeated Beiyan four years ago, and now even King Jian has died in battle, it can be seen that the new king of Beiyan Yelusuo is far stronger than the first king of Beiyan."

"If Beiyan insists on not retreating and attacking the Central Plains all the way, then Dasheng is in danger!"

"Your Majesty, even King Jian died in battle, who else in Dasheng can fight with Beiyan?"

“……”

The other half of the people are in charge of the battle, and the representative of the main battle faction is Duanmu Xian.

"Your Majesty, if Dasheng begs for peace with Beiyan, does he want to pay tribute every year?!"

"The Beiyan people are ferocious, they have slaughtered several cities in my Dasheng, and killed hundreds of thousands of innocent people in my Dasheng, this revenge is not avenged, isn't it to make the people of the world cold?"

"I am a big and prosperous country, how can I beg for peace with the Northern Yan people?!"

The two sides have their own opinions, and neither can convince the other.

The secretary of the Ministry of Rites of the Lord and the Ministry of Rites took the lead in proposing peace: "Your Majesty, the eldest princess is not married, and the minister proposes that it is better to make peace with Beiyan, so that the two countries can become brothers, and the war between the two countries will definitely be quelled!" ”

This proposal seemed to drop a dry thunder on the Jinluan Palace, and for a while, all the ministers were in an uproar and exchanged ears.

"Your Majesty, Lin Shangshu is right."

"The minister seconded the proposal!"

"If you can use the princess and her own soldiers to quell the war without blood, it is the best policy!"

Several ministers of the Lord and the faction chimed in.

But soon, some ministers of the main war faction jumped out and objected:

"Your Majesty, the ministers are against it!"

"Your Majesty, if you are friendly with Beiyan, wouldn't it be that I am Dasheng wagging my tail and praying for mercy to him Beiyan, and I have no integrity. Ministers are against! ”

"The minister is against!"

"The minister seconded the proposal!"

“……”

There was a quarrel again in the Jinluan Palace, and this quarrel lasted for more than an hour, but there was still no quarrel!

The emperor was in an irritable mood, brushed his sleeves and retreated, leaving only a sentence of "discuss tomorrow".

In the next few days, the court was still arguing with the Lord for the main battle, and at the same time, from the north, there was bad news one after another, saying that the Northern Yan people took Lingwu City as the center, took the Zhongwei City and connected it with Lingwu City and Linyi City.

The emperor was so annoyed that he didn't notice that Feng Yan had been away from Beijing for many days.

Feng Yan rode into the sky day and night, came to Helan Town, Yinzhou, two thousand miles away, and entered an inconspicuous house in the west of the city.

"Childe."

A young man dressed in a gray short shirt greeted him, invited Feng Yan in, and glanced out into the alley.

After making sure that there was no one, the gray-clothed young man closed the door with a "squeak" and led Feng Yan to a courtyard in the northwest corner of the house.

There were two shadow guards guarding the entrance of the courtyard, and they saluted Feng Yan in unison.

At night, the sky is full of stars, and the silver moon shines a soft moonlight. It was dark all around, except for a room in the courtyard where a candle was still lit, like the North Star that showed the way to travelers in the dark.

Feng Yan walked towards the house with a clear goal, and before he entered the house, he heard a familiar male voice inside the door: "Get out!" ”

Feng Yan moved his eyebrows, pushed the door and entered.

The sound of "squeak" knocking on the door is especially clear and piercing in the silence of the night.

As soon as Feng Yan entered the room, he saw Jun Ran sitting by the window, Jun Ran also frowned and looked at Feng Yan, his eyes were slightly wide, and he couldn't hide the look of surprise in his eyes.

"Ah Yan!"

Jun Ran stood up suddenly, wanted to step forward, and thought of something, his body froze, and his black eyes were full of extremely complex emotions.

"Aran." Feng Yan calmly looked at Jun Ran with four eyes, calmly.

Jun Ran was on the way to Lingwu City, and asked the shadow guard to intercept him, and Feng Yan's order to them was to persuade them first, and if they were not convinced, they would forcibly control Jun Ran.

This is also a last resort.

Jun Ran didn't have a talisman in his hand, and he only brought a few personal soldiers with him to the north on this trip, and it was impossible to grab King Jian's body in Lingwu City, which was captured by the Northern Yan people.

Suddenly, Jun Ran took two steps forward in a big stride, and slammed his fist on Feng Yan's left shoulder.

This punch was as fast as lightning.

This punch is as heavy as a hammer.

This punch carries Jun Ran's depression and anxiety of being trapped here these days.

Feng Yan didn't dodge, and Ren Junran punched himself heavily.