In the territory of Miao Jiang, on Longhu Mountain, Sha Tianque also saw the secret history of the Wolf Dynasty that was widely circulated.

For the content of the book, Shaking Tianque naturally scoffed, but some of the plots were very close to the situation at the time, and it was impossible to distinguish between true and false.

At this time, Fengtian took a sealed scroll and presented it to Shaking Heaven, "Great King, this scroll has just fallen from the sky, and there is a letter saying that this scroll is for you, Great King. ”

Taking the scroll, Shaking the Sky Que read the contents and got up to leave.

In a secluded valley near Longhu Mountain, Shaking Tianque saw Ye Qing waiting for him, "Have you made up your mind to help me attack Miao Jiang?" ”

"Yes, but it requires your cooperation in attacking the border city." , Ye Qing said.

Shaking the sky said without any fluctuation, "Oh? Have you solved the hidden worries within the Central Plains? Fight on two fronts, don't make jokes. ”

"You don't bother with this, now Tie Qiyi will soon have to make a choice. We need to break through the Border City before he and Jing Ri Guming come to an agreement. Ye Qing said disapprerovingly.

The border city of Wanli is a huge project ordered by the first emperor to build, and it has been strengthened by dozens of dynasties in thousands of years, let alone now. Even when he was young, he didn't dare to say that as an attacking party, he could break through the border city in a short time. Shaking the Sky couldn't help but laugh wildly, "The kid boasted. ”

"Times have changed, shaking the sky."

Indeed, it is no longer the era that shook the sky. Thinking of this, Shaking Heaven Que also understood the combat power of the Shura Kingdom, and reasonable scheduling and internal and external attacks could not disintegrate the iron guards of the border city of thousands of miles. What's more, at this time, rumors are rife in Miaojiang, even within the Iron Guard, there are people secretly circulating the 'Secret History of the Wolf Dynasty', and the army's heart is floating, which is a good time to use soldiers.

From this point of view, Ye Qing's art of war is also commendable.

"Yours is spreading this book, right?" , Shaking the Sky Que pulled out the Wolf Dynasty Secret History and asked.

"Haha, I'm just a porter, and it's tiring to write this kind of thing." , Ye Qing did not admit that this book was his own handwriting, just because this book was made up by many people and then under the outline given by Ye Qing.

And this group of codeword tool people don't need Ye Qing's salary, which is simply cool.

He Sha Tianque determined the time it would take for his side of the coalition army to march, and Ye Qing left.

...

Miaojiang Palace

Jing Ri Guming sat alone on the throne in the back garden of the palace, drinking the unflavored osmanthus nectar in his mouth, looking at the secret history of the Wolf Dynasty, "Interesting, there are true and false, some things even Xiao Wang doesn't know, I really don't know how the author of this book knows the secrets of the royal family." ”

has lived for a long time and is precocious, and he is waiting for the throne, but he can't wait for the key he wants.

"What do you think?"

The blue-clothed, dragon-patterned Angzang man turned out of the shadows and watched the sun silently.

"This king knows, you want to ask if what happened back then is it really as the book says?" , Looking up at the moonlight, Jingri Lonely Ming said softly.

"Then you have to ask the author of this book, and this king doesn't know. It's just that there are indeed many restless forces in the royal city. ”

Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, who live at 4 Privet Road, always proudly say that they are unorthodox people. Please, please. They have never been involved in strange things, because they don't believe in those evil ways at all.

Mr. Vernon Desza was a supervisor at a company called Browning, which manufactured drilling rigs. He was tall and burly, so fat that he barely had a neck, but he had a big beard. Mrs. Dursley was a skinny blonde woman. Her neck is almost twice as long as normal. This way, whenever she spends a lot of time looking through the fence and snooping on her neighbors, her long neck comes in handy. Mr. and Mrs. Dursley had a young son named Dudley. In their minds, there is no better child in the world than Dudley.

The family lacks nothing, but they have a secret, and what they fear most is that it will be discovered. They thought they wouldn't be able to bear it if anyone found out about the Potters. Mrs. Bochi was Mrs. Dursley's sister, but they had not seen each other for several years. In fact, Mrs. Dursley pretended that she did not have such a sister at all, because her sister and her useless brother-in-law were completely different from the Dursleys. The Dursleys shuddered at the thought that their neighbors would say that the Potters had arrived. They knew that Potter also had a son, but they had never met. The child was also a good excuse for them not to associate with the Potters, and they didn't want Dudley to mess with them.

Our story begins on a dark, gloomy Tuesday when the Dursleys wake up in the morning, and the clouds outside the window show no sign of something mysterious and strange about to happen in the place. Mr. Dursley hummed a little tune and picked out a tie that he least liked to put on to work, and Mrs. Dursley, in high spirits, kept babbling and shoved Dudley into the children's chair.

None of them noticed a tawny owl, Fengbu, flapping its wings, as it flew past the window.

At half past eight Mr. Dursley took his briefcase, kissed Mrs. Dursley on the cheek, and was about to kiss Dursley and say goodbye to the little fellow, but he did not kiss him, and the little fellow was throwing his temper and throwing the cereal against the wall. "Stinky boy." Mr. Dursley muttered, giggled and walked out of the house, got into the car, and reversed out of lane four.

On the street corner, he saw the first unusual signal - a cat looking at a map. At first, Mr. Dursley didn't understand what he was seeing, so he looked back. I saw a spotted cat standing at the intersection of Privet Road, but I didn't see the map. What the hell was he thinking? It was probably the light that gave him the illusion. Mr. Dursley blinked, staring at the cat, and the cat glared at him. As Mr. Dursley turned the corner and continued on his way, he looked at the cat in the rearview mirror. The cat was reading the sign of Privet Road at this time, no, it was looking at the sign; Cats can't read maps or signs. Mr. Dursley took his nerve and chased the cat away from his mind. He drove into town, thinking along the way that he hoped he would get an order for a large number of rigs today.

But as he was about to enter the city, another thing took the rig out of his mind. As his car merged into the early morning traffic jam, he suddenly saw a group of people dressed in fancy clothes on the side of the road. They all wore cloaks.