Eight people made a long detour from the mountain behind the fire camp before they got out of the city gate...

Behind them, the army of Beichen Kingdom has also been assembled, and the 300,000 army led by Chengdu Tong is also ready to assemble with the Xiaocai battalion...

Compared with the smoke and flames here, the war drums are blowing. Far away in the capital of Beichen Kingdom, the mountain rain is about to come, and the atmosphere is tense...

On the Golden Luang Palace

Lord Liyan was dressed in a dragon robe, with arrogant eyebrows, heroic and graceful, and his ghostly face was watching the folds in his hand at this time. The thick long eyelashes are lowered, the nose is like a gall, and the lips are beautiful with a hint of evil. He raised his narrow eyes faintly, and his dark eyes showed a domineering cold glow.

"Heh, the three kingdoms of Dongjian, Nanwu, and Xiyan attacked our country at the same time, and three million enemy troops... I don't know what Zhong Aiqing thinks? "Lord Liyan closed the fold, his narrow charming eyes stared at the courtiers below who were shaking like chaff, and his tone was lazy but contained imperceptible sharpness...

"Prime Minister, come on..."

Lord Liyan suddenly turned his head and looked at the man who was left independent in the first column of the ministers on the side...

The man was dressed in a white brocade robe, his black hair was not crowned, and the three thousand green silks hung down as softly as flowing water, but they were loosely tied with a streamer. When I looked up and saw my face, it was actually suffocating. The fair to transparent skin is flawless, with long eyelashes, a high straight nose, and pale lips, every part of which is just the right amount of perfection, like a masterpiece of ingenuity. At this time, I saw him standing quietly in the court, with a temperament out of the dust, as if isolated from the world, true and unparalleled...

The first prime minister of Beichen Kingdom, the bright moon of the passing years.

Mingyue slowly raised her head and looked at Lord Liyan, her expression was still faint: "This time the danger of the army, there is a surprise but no danger..."

"Are you sure?" Liyan Jue Road.

"Sure."

The bright moon of the passing year slowed down.

Hearing the words of the passing year and the bright moon, the hearts of the ministers in the palace were slightly relaxed.

The Liunian family is a mysterious family, and everyone doesn't know where it came from or what it is. I only know that from a long, long time ago, the Liunian family has been guarding the capital of Beichen Kingdom, and has been the prime minister for generations. Every generation of emperors attaches great importance to them, because of this mysterious family, they have a talent called intuitive talent. This kind of talent can be accurate with a sense of more than eight points.

However, except for the Emperor Liyanjue, it seems that he has never cared about this. This is the first time that I have asked the thoughts of the bright moon in person...

So at this time, when they heard the words of the passing year, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"God bless me Beichen!"

"Yes! It seems that this time it is thanks to the old General Xuanyuan again..."

"That's right! Old General Xuanyuan is worthy of being the god of war of my Beichen..."

"With the old general Xuanyuan here, our Beichen will never be defeated..."

After a group of ministers put their minds at ease, they began to brag in front of the palace again, as if their horizons had improved a lot.

"Wrong, it's not the Legend of Xuanyuan."

Suddenly, a cold voice sounded slowly, as clear as a drop of water, but it made those touting voices stop abruptly...

Mingyue didn't seem to know that her words made the atmosphere above the court awkward, and her expression was still indifferent...

Lord Liyan raised his wicked eyebrows: "Oh? ”

Of course he knew that it was not the legend of Xuanyuan, and he knew the temperament of the old general Xuanyuan. With so many enemy troops, it is impossible to win by hard fighting without a miracle?

He was curious

Who the hell is it? Saved his country and people?

At this time, the ministers in the palace were also curious, was it not the old general Xuanyuan? Could it be that there are any rookies this year?

Someone couldn't help asking, "Who is this Prime Minister?" ”

"Yes! Who is it? ”

At this time, for the first time, Liunian Mingyue showed a puzzled look other than detachment and indifference, and his brows furrowed:

"Weichen, I can't feel it..."

Actually...

The first time there was a person who he couldn't feel at all.