There are three pages in total, the first page records Qin Luo's life experience, as well as a detailed analysis of his character:

He is very ambitious, but he keeps his promises and respects his opponents, but he is full of intrigues. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The second page records all the princes and generals related to the Qin Mansion, among which the four families of the court and the most outstanding in the capital are the closest, which can be said to be the same qi, one side is in trouble, and the other four parties are definitely helping each other.

And the four marquis in the court are more supportive of Dongfang Youchen, but they are not lukewarm to Qin Luo, after all, only those who have been on the battlefield know the cruelty of war, and they naturally have special feelings for Dongfang Youchen.

However, the most stable is the royal family, which is impartial, not biased, and not heavy on military force.

Prince Lingyun was not only jealous of Dongfang Youchen, but also looked down on Qin Luo, after all, he was the crown prince, the future emperor, how could he be embarrassed if others overshadowed him?

On the contrary, it was the princess Zixue of the royal family who favored Dongfang Youchen, and she was not interested in Qin Luo's little white face, Qin Wuxiang proposed to Ling Zhan several times, but was rejected for various reasons.

The third page is an introduction to the strength of the Qin Mansion, including the strength of the guards, family members, slaves, and maids, and the cultural level is extremely detailed, and the forces that Jun Qinghan will face are analyzed in great detail.

Jun Qinghan galloped all the way, and quickly browsed this information, although this information was not a top secret, but it had a great effect on Jun Qinghan.

You can't just put your hand into the tiger's mouth without knowing anything, a few pieces of paper, the intertwined forces in the capital, and the open and secret battles of various princes and nobles have made a certain analysis, at least Jun Qinghan now has a general understanding of the environment of the capital.

After reading it, a handful of confetti drifted into the river with the wind......

At the Ten Thousand Swords Pass, in the dark night, Dongfang Youchen stood under the thirty-six peaks, and hundreds of huge trebuchets bombarded the mountain.

Huge rocks swooped down from the top of the mountain, and many soldiers of the Celestial Star Army were mercilessly crushed into meatloaf while they were still asleep, and the bones of their bodies were shattered inch by inch.

Some were even directly hit in the head, their brains cracked, and they died before they could scream.

Some were directly cut off by the mountain rocks, their eyes protruded, watching their hearts roll to the side, still beating suddenly, wailing, hating but not daring to heart, and died with their mouths open.

Some even stuck to the boulders, and then slid down from the top of the mountain, leaving only a tattered bloody skin in the province!

The blood flowed down the hillside, and the smell of fish overflowed......

Dongfang Youchen is very resolute, and he doesn't feel disgusted at all, the war is extremely cruel!

In just two days, the thirty-six peaks have been captured by Dongfang Youchen on the whole line, and only the last peak of the entire Wanjian Pass, Wanjian Peak, is still in the hands of the soldier saint Hou Wencang.

At the foot of the mountain, Yu Zhan Ge had a serious face, bent his bow and arrows, and shot towards the sky, approaching the handsome tent of Hou Wencang on the top of the mountain, Dongfang Youchen came......

A day and a half later, Jun Qinghan rushed to Mofeng Villa, and outside the village, a middle-aged man full of majesty had already stood there a day earlier.

Waiting for Jun Qinghan's arrival, there were no words, no pause, the two tokens flickered, changed horses, and another letter was stuffed into Jun Qinghan's hand.

With a whip, the ghost horse galloped out again, and the original horse, without exception, collapsed on the ground, bleeding from the corners of its mouth, and neighed sadly.

Expanding the letter, the information given to Jun Qinghan this time is a map of the capital, which is as large as the entire main road in the capital and as small as the courtyards of various villages, all of which are depicted in detail.

In particular, the route from the Red Mansion to the Qin Mansion, the width of the streets, the height, length, and curvature of the surrounding buildings, and the size of the roads connected to them are all depicted...... It can be said that the entire capital is directly moved on the drawings.

Silently wrote down everything in his heart, confetti flew again, the ghost horse under the seat accelerated again, Jun Qinghan's heart was raised again, and even the route to welcome relatives had been determined, could Jun Qinghan be anxious?

At this time, there was a hot scene in the sleeve red mansion in the capital, but it was not a group of lonely men, but high-ranking officials and nobles, rich businessmen and magnates.

I didn't come here to have fun, but to visit Leng Xueying, or it would not be an exaggeration to please, a few days later, this dusty woman who made a living was Mrs. Qin, but in a few years, she would become a pivotal figure among the nobles in the capital.

I don't know how many people sighed, "Lao Tzu has worked hard to earn a lifetime of silver, and if he gives it away so easily, others will become a phoenix flying on the branches with a face and a broken piano."

In fact, this is nothing, the key is that so far, even Qin Luo has never seen the face of a woman in this role, and it won't be extremely ugly under the veil, right?

Lao Tzu's silver won't be spent in vain, right?

But no matter what, you still have to put the silver in with a smile, and it won't work if others don't accept it!

On the sleeve red building, in a classical, elegant room, lingering with a faint fragrance of jasmine, a guqin against the window sill, outside the window willow green, with the wind caressing......

A woman is dressed in red, her fingers are gently twisted on the strings, but there is no sound of music for a long time, only the woman's heavy sigh, looking out of the window in a daze, beautiful eyes indescribable sadness, sadness!

This scene has been going on for several days, and every time it makes the plump woman behind the woman sigh, "Snow Sakura ......"

"Aunt Han, don't talk about ......", Leng Xueying said lightly, but the melancholy in her eyes was even stronger.

"Xue Ying, don't blame your mother, she has no choice, Youchen only has a few years, which mother would want her son to die on the battlefield?"

Aunt Han sighed heavily, looking at Leng Xueying's expression, she suddenly felt depressed, is this still the rude and willful imperial princess from before?

"I know, so I'm willing to marry, I'm going to marry, I just hope that my brother can come back, can come back......"

As he spoke, Leng Xue Ying suddenly felt a pain in his heart, he thought of Jun Qinghan, remembered those lonely eyes, and remembered the words of the unruly young man at the top of Feng Han, "He told me to wait for him, told me to wait for him, but ...... But I can't wait."

His eyes became more and more miserable, his fingers hooked, and a mournful voice was like Leng Xueying's state of mind, "What will happen when he knows it, will he come back to me? No, don't come to me, can't come to me!"

His expression became complicated, he became struggling, and he sighed in his mouth, but the country was ruined, and he was destined to have no chance with Jun in this life......

Somewhere in the Red Maple Mountain Range, a bewitching figure leaned on the top of the mountain alone, looking in the direction of Lingxiao Capital City, and muttered in his mouth, "Husband, am I doing this right?

After another day of galloping, Jun Qinghan finally arrived at the last place on the last road - Linjiang Pavilion!

Linjiang Pavilion was built against the water, and in the eyes of the imperial high-level officials, it was just a group of organized ruffians, and it was not a proper sect, except that the pavilion master Su Murong was the peak of the Yellow Banner, and the others were useless.

Su Murong stood on the top of an attic, stood with a sword, looked into the distance, saw Jun Qinghan's galloping voice, waved his robe, and flew on the horse in an instant.

At the same time, Jun Qinghan also changed a group of ghost horses, the two stood side by side, the word 'cold' in their arms flickered, looked at each other and smiled indifferently, the two ghost horses suddenly convulsed, neighed, and shot out......

Among his peers, General Su Murong gave Jun Qinghan a bag of things, including a stack of tokens, invitations to the Qin Mansion, and all the joint codes.

Su Murong was alone with Jun Qinghan, and the Linjiang disciples had already mixed into the capital.

At the Ten Thousand Swords Pass, Dongfang Youchen stepped onto the Ten Thousand Swords Peak step by step, his whole body in a white robe dragged to the ground, his face was elegant, deep, and unpredictable!

Behind him, chasing the clouds and chasing the moon, the top ten army masters, the whole body is iron-clad and cold, blood-clothed robes, and the long soldiers behind him are cross-backed, with a murderous aura in their eyes, and they stepped on the top of ten thousand swords with Dongfang Youchen......

At this time, there were less than 100 remnants on the top of the mountain, although all of them asked the iron cavalry to belong, they were coldly guarding around the tent, and they were resolute and fearless in their eyes.

Regardless of the strong west wind, I swear to protect the marshal to the death.

In the tent, Hou Wencang did not have the previous anger and corruption, and the previous resentment, and restored the calmness that a soldier should have, and the bearing and elegance that a general commanding millions of soldiers should have.

Sitting with his legs equal, a game of chess in front of him had already been arranged, holding the teapot with both hands, watching a cup of tea slowly flow out, overflowing with wisps of fragrance, Hou Wencang's face was enjoyed......

Stepping on the top of the mountain, Dongfang Youchen glanced at Wen Cang Tieqi, and walked straight into Hou Wencang's handsome tent, and the soldiers behind him stopped outside the big tent, and asked Cang Tieqi to stop Dongfang Youchen either, and he didn't even raise his eyelids, but the gun in his hand became tighter and tighter.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time", Hou Wencang smiled slightly, without the slightest awareness of the enemy.

Seeing Hou Wencang wearing green clothes, Dongfang Youchen was slightly stunned, "Unload the armor, the soldier saint unloads the armor!"

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time", sitting cross-legged, Dongfang Youchen glanced at the chessboard, frowning slightly.

Taking the cup of tea sent by Hou Wencang with both hands, the two saluted slightly, and slowly brought it to the end to taste it slowly, looking like a pair of friends who have known each other for many years.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time", this is what the soldier said.

"I've been waiting for this day for a long time", this is what the god of war said.

The two sentences are completely different, Hou Wencang waited for Dongfang Youchen's soldiers to come to the city before he regarded him as an enemy, but Dongfang Youchen had been planning for this day for many years.

"Sure enough, it's terrifying, this country has begun to change hands", Hou Wencang sighed slightly.

"Do you know, Youchen has admired the Soldier Saint since he was a child, and he knows every one of your wars well, but after the age of ten, Youchen is determined to defeat you, and this is only Youchen's first goal", Dongfang Youchen said with a little respect, holding a son, falling in the corner of the chessboard.

"Dead country?!" Hou asked, and Cangfeng smiled lightly.

Dongfang Youchen flashed a trace of surprise, then the corners of his mouth cracked, and he was about to speak, but he was gagged by Hou Wencang's cold eyes, "You can't insult me!"

Dongfang Youchen was stunned for a moment, and suddenly thought respectfully about the soldier and bowed, "Youchen has been taught."

Dongfang Youchen originally wanted to recruit Hou Wencang, but this insulted the dignity of a soldier saint!

Insult the faith of a general!

"Hehe, the god of war, the god of the army, I hope you can become the god of war of the entire continent, this world, there have been endless wars for thousands of years, who can unify the continent, and give birth to a Qingming, who?"

Hou Wencang laughed, his eyes were close to Dongfang Youchen, the number of crosses fell on the chessboard, and the overall situation of the whole world was in this game of chess commentary.

Dongfang Youchen's eyes changed again, and he bowed respectfully to Hou Wencangshen, and then turned around and walked out of the tent.

Now, the master of this Ten Thousand Swords Pass is the god of war, cold and dusty!