"Your Majesty, the northern border of the Bei Clan's troops in the north of Liang has secretly contacted Chen Guo, and I also ask Your Majesty to make a decision as soon as possible. ”

In the Wende Palace, Chu Lingheng reported military affairs to the old emperor with a calm expression, as if what was sitting in front of him was not the king of a country, but a clay statue.

The old emperor held the fold in his hand and looked at it again, and still asked in disbelief: "Ling Heng, it's not that I don't believe you, it's just that you have evidence of this secret dealings between Chen Guo and the Bei Clan?"

Chu Lingheng's eyes were slightly cold, "Back to the emperor, the ministers intercepted many of their correspondence. ”

"Letters are too easy to forge," the emperor said with a self-approving nod, "Besides, even if Chen Guo had any restless thoughts before, now that their eldest princess has been married to King Yong, she will be my daughter-in-law in the future, and I believe that nothing will go wrong in the future." ”

"Your Majesty is wise. Chu Lingheng complimented expressionlessly, "If nothing happens, the minister will retreat." ”

"Go ahead. The old emperor waved his hand, and his expression was still full of trust in Chu Lingheng.

Chu Lingheng withdrew from the door, and the old emperor immediately changed his face.

Looking at the current gloomy appearance, where is the old emperor who is still easy to talk to.

The twist was rejected, and Chu Lingheng's heart did not fluctuate.

Something to be expected.

Although the Bei clan is eyeing the tiger, and Chen Guo is raising tigers, these are not as much of a threat to His Majesty as Chu Lingheng.

Chu Lingheng is indeed suspected of being a meritorious master.

Even though he was no threat.

This twenty-five-year-old Zhenbei general has a terrifying combat talent.

He was originally an orphan with an unknown background, but he was fortunately adopted by Wen Jinghua's maternal grandfather, General Chu, and then was naturally taught martial arts and the art of war.

When he was fourteen years old, he went to the battlefield at the beginning of the year, and the little boy went deep into the enemy territory alone and traveled thousands of miles, bringing back the head of the prince of the Northern Clan.

Chu Lingheng became famous in a fight.

Since then, he has been like a mortal fetus who is not a physical mortal, and he has always won by surprise, making the North Clan unguardable.

At the age of sixteen, he defeated the King of Loufan and the King of Aries of the Northern Clan, killed more than 5,000 people, obtained millions of cattle, horses and sheep, and recovered the lost land of Daliang.

At the age of seventeen, in the Battle of Monan, he defeated the Right Xian King of the North Clan, captured more than 15,000 men and women, obtained millions of cattle, horses and sheep, and completely defeated the Right Xian King.

In the same year, he killed more than 19,000 of the guards.

He is like a god of war who was born out of nowhere, and at a young age, he has made great feats that ordinary people can hardly achieve in a lifetime.

It is precisely because of Chu Lingheng that Da Liang was able to steadily suppress the Bei clan after losing Wen Zhengrong and General Chu.

But it was precisely because Chu Lingheng fought so fiercely that after the emperor of Daliang was getting old, he was worried that he would not be able to suppress it.

Now the new prince of the Bei clan is ambitious, and he has long since set his father in the air, and urgently needs a war to establish new achievements.

The former crown prince was executed, and Da Liang was his best object of revenge.

And in the face of today's situation, the most appropriate thing to do is, of course, to send Chu Lingheng to guard the northern border.

The old emperor was not unaware of this, but he didn't dare.

In his opinion, neither the Bei clan nor the Chen State together were as much of a threat to him as Chu Lingheng alone.

After all, even if the Bei clan and Chen Guo really came out of the moth, what he would lose was only a few pieces of land in Daliang.

But if Chu Lingheng rebelled, what he wanted was his great Liang Jiangshan and his life as an old emperor.

Therefore, the emperor would rather use King Yong's marriage to envelop Chen Guo, and would rather turn a blind eye to the war that did not break out in the north for the time being, but he would never let Chu Lingheng return to the north.

All this, Chu Lingheng knew better than anyone else in his heart.

He has been abandoned since he was a child, and he has suffered from the cold eyes of the world, so he has no attachment to the land under his feet.

The only thing Chu Lingheng cares about is that there is only Wen Jinghua left in this world.

No matter how indifferent Wen Jinghua was to him, Chu Lingheng would never be able to be angry with her.

He will always remember how Wen Jinghua warmed him when he was a child.

At that time, in order to grab a bite to eat, he was surrounded and beaten by many street children.

Wen Jinghua's frame happened to pass by, and her mother, Chu Yunji, couldn't bear it, so she asked her subordinates to bring him some food.

But Chu Lingheng came into contact with the cruelty of this world too early, and he had no trust in people for a long time.

Not only did he not show gratitude, but after snatching the food, he violently knocked the servant who gave him food to the ground.

"You white-eyed wolf!" the man who was knocked down gritted his teeth and reached out to beat him.

"Stop!"

It was at this time that Wen Jinghua jumped out of the carriage.

"Why are you hurting? We have no ill will towards you. The little Wen Jinghua tilted her little head and looked at Chu Lingheng like a little wolf with an innocent expression.

No, at that time, he was not yet called Chu Lingheng.

Wen Jinghua was wearing a pink little skirt and a goose-yellow shirt, with a fluffy white ball on her head, standing under her eyes, like an angel who had come to save him.

But Chu Lingheng was not as kind as Wen Jinghua.

Not only did he not feel warm, but he took Wen Jinghua's delicate little hand and bit it down.

"Hiss~!" Wen Jinghua was in pain, but she endured the pain and didn't struggle.

"Girl!"

"You kid!

The servants rushed up violently, angrily trying to beat the culprit who hurt their baby bumps.

Chu Lingheng bit Wen Jinghua even harder, closed his eyes and prepared for the next punches and kicks.

"Stop!" Wen Jinghua's immature voice trembled with pain, stopping everyone.

Chu Yunji was distressed when she saw this, but she insisted on respecting her daughter's wishes and ordered: "All retreat!"

The subordinates stopped their movements angrily, but they didn't dare to take their eyes off Chu Lingheng's body, for fear that he would hurt Wen Jinghua again.

Wen Jinghua was not as hostile as they were.

She still looked innocent, and her little face struggled to endure the sharp pain in her hands.

She tried hard to restrain herself and refused to use violence to stimulate Chu Lingheng.

"You're scared, aren't you?" the girl was obviously so weak, but she released an incomparably calming tenacity, "Don't be afraid, we won't hurt you..."

Chu Lingheng gradually relaxed under the gaze of such a gaze.

On the girl's palm, the flesh hung loosely, and he almost bit it off.

To this day, Wen Jinghua still has his tooth marks on his right hand.

Back then, Chu Yunji was distressed and burst into tears, but Wen Jinghua pursed her lips, "Mother doesn't cry, I don't hurt, he's just scared." ”

Chu Lingheng lowered his head, and the food he had snatched in his hand had fallen.

After that, he was taken back to the Chu family by Wen Jinghua.

The little wolf child was washed and became a little boy, and the girl always chased after him, calling him Brother Ling in a delicate voice.

Later, the young man was personally taught by the old general Chu, and the young man became a young general.

Later, the young general was born and died, and gradually became the god of war of the town of Liang.

It's just that the girl is not doing well.

Relatives passed away one after another, and the baby bump that was originally held in the palm of her hand became a down-and-out girl living in the grass ash in a blink of an eye.

The brightness is no longer bright, the intimacy is no longer there, Chu Lingheng doesn't know what he missed.

He wanted to make amends, but found that he was getting farther and farther away from Wen Jinghua.

What's even more desperate is that the ethical code between brother and sister is like a moat, completely separating him from her...