The next day, a great victory came from the front, not only did our surprise attack on the enemy's food and grass succeed, but the attacking enemy army was also repulsed, and the two victories in one night undoubtedly lifted the morale of the army.

Shao Yisong decided to strike while the iron was hot and fight another tough battle with southern Xinjiang, but Zhiqing said: "After two days and two nights of continuous fighting, everyone is exhausted, and if you start a war rashly, you will only lose both, so it is better to ...... How about waiting for the rabbit? ”

"Oh? Which rabbit is Qing Xun waiting for? Shao Yisong's mind turned, "Southern Xinjiang priest? ”

Zhiqing smiled with his eyebrows, and was just about to answer, when he heard someone report outside: "Lord, what you ordered has been done." ”

"Bring it in."

"Yes."

A short, thin soldier came in from outside, he was wearing the heavy armor of the Qing Dynasty, but he walked with the slightest sound, and even before he spoke, Shao Yisong was not aware of this person's existence at all.

Master.

And it's a first-class master.

The man took a topographic map and handed it to Zhi Qingxun, pointed to the top and said: "Lord, I have found it clear, the enemy's main forces are concentrated on the southeast side of the border, and the defense of Junyuling on the northwest side is the weakest, with a total of 20,000 soldiers guarding it. ”

"Okay, well done, let's go down and rest."

After Zhiqing Xun sent the man back, he said to Shao Yisong: "Two days later, please send an army of 10,000 people to attack Junyuling, not only with the best weapons, but also with artillery, this time we will not only win, but also give a heavy blow to southern Xinjiang!" ”

"Why two days later?" Shao Yisong was puzzled, "Since we have detected the weak point of the southern Xinjiang guard, wouldn't it be best to attack tonight?" ”

Zhi Qingxun smiled slightly, and said meaningfully: "The king must give the southern Xinjiang general a little time to be 'forced to confess'." ”

"You want to use this raid to force the Southern Xinjiang priests to show up?"

Shao Yisong has always been smart and can understand everything, and this time is no exception, but he doesn't have so much confidence in this plan, "What if the priest of Southern Xinjiang doesn't show up this time?" ”

"She won't." Zhi Qingxun affirmed.

In the belief of southern Xinjiang, bowing to a foreign tribe is a serious crime to be expelled from the country, not to mention rebellion, as long as this layout can make the southern Xinjiang priest believe that the general has rebelled, she must not allow a sinner to appear in the clan, or such a high-ranking sinner, the priest will definitely try his best to get rid of him.

And after these two battles, Zhi Qingxun can be completely sure that the priest is a smart person, what she has to do is to let the priest be overwhelmed in the confrontation with the opponent all day, and have no mind to plan how to kill a traitor from the heavily guarded enemy camp, so, there is a high probability that the priest will send cronies, or personally come to negotiate.

And as long as the priest of Southern Xinjiang makes a move, Zhiqing Turbidity will have a corresponding solution, no matter what, her goal must be achieved this time......

Seeing that Qing Xun was so confident, Shao Yisong didn't say anything, so it was okay to let the tired soldiers and horses rest and prepare for the big battle in two days.

Two days later, Shao Yisong sent 10,000 troops to attack Junyuling, and he personally led a group of soldiers and horses to fight the enemy on the front line.

Sure enough, just like the secret report that night, the defense of the army was relatively weak, and the 10,000 soldiers led by General Zheng inflicted heavy losses on it, and the southern Xinjiang frontline army controlled by Shao Yisong did not have time to support Junyuling in time, resulting in a great defeat in southern Xinjiang.

After this battle, Shao Yisong took advantage of the victory to pursue and almost beat the southern Xinjiang to the point of being powerless.

Finally, on a snowy night, Zhi Qingxun finally met the red-haired priest.

In the snowstorm night, the cold wind was howling, cold and biting, and the dumb slave was outside the tent, whispering hoarsely: "Lord, the people have arrived." ”

"Come in, please."

Zhiqing slowly knocked the pipe in his hand on the table, and exhaled a wisp of smoke from his mouth, which was dispersed by the cold wind that came in as people from outside the house came in.

And the priest of southern Xinjiang was wearing warm armor and silver armor boots at this time, and she was heroic, she took off the snowy hood, and her long hair like fire fell down, and the frost and snow stained on her eyelashes gradually melted, as if there were tears in her indifferent golden eyes, which made Zhi Qingxun feel a strange beauty in front of her.

"It's too cold outside, it's really hard for the priest to run this trip, drink some hot tea to drive away the cold."

Zhiqingxun waved his hand, and the dumb slave poured a cup of hot tea and brought it to the priest, and then retreated to guard outside the tent with interest.

"The lord of the ghost city is polite." The red-haired priest replied in a non-standard cozy language, and her voice was very nice and pleasant.

Zhi Qingxun's eyes lit up, and he got up from the soft couch, "The priest is really knowledgeable, and he even understands the language of the Xu Dynasty. ”

"I should be surprised." The red-haired priest sat next to Zhiqing Xun without any scruples, as if he had arrived at his own home, and took a sip of hot tea to drive away the cold on his body.

"The lord of the ghost city will privately pass on a letter to me, and he will have a private meeting in the military camp of the Xu Dynasty, and he will still use the southern Xinjiang language, if this matter is known to the king of your Xu Dynasty, I don't know what he will think."

Zhi Qingxun hid his smile after hearing this, and didn't take her threat to heart, "The sacrifice uses the wrong word, and the cheating between men and women is called a private meeting, if you and I use this kind of word, it will be interesting." ”

"You not only have a lot of rules, but also chew words, but the same words are used differently, which is really a headache, but ......"

The red-haired priest's exotic golden eyes, which seemed to be seductive, looked at Zhi Qing Turbidity, and his cold and slender fingers picked up Zhi Qing Turbidity's chin and looked at it carefully.

"If you and I are not enemies, a beauty like the Lord of the Ghost City, how can I have a 'private meeting' with you at this time."

"Hahahaha...... The priesthood is really interesting. ”

Zhi Qingxun gently pressed her hand, and said, "It doesn't matter what the king thinks, what matters is your southern Xinjiang general who has rebelled...... Whatever the priest wanted to do with him, he could do it for him. ”

"Oh?"

The red-haired priest drank the hot tea in his hand, his eyes wandering in the candlelight, and his golden eyes shone like amber, but they were like some unknown beast hiding in the jungle, extremely dangerous.

"What does the Lord of the Ghost City want from me? You said in your message that the quid pro quo has nothing to do with national interests, so you want to ...... What you want should be a price treasure, such as ......"

The priest's eyes suddenly sharpened, "Nine Leaf Flower." ”

"Dealing with smart people is just needless to say." Zhi Qingxun got up from the soft couch, "I wonder if the priest is willing to accept this condition?" ”

"Naturally, I wouldn't have ventured to meet you." Almost without hesitation, the priest agreed,

The nine-leaf flower is a rare divine object in the world, the branches and leaves can detoxify a hundred poisons, and a whole nine-leaf flower almost has the effect of resurrecting the dead, even if it is the entire country of southern Xinjiang, there have only been two plants in the past hundred years.

One of them was stolen from her grandfather 20 years ago, while the other was handed down to her by her father before he died, telling her to find land for her people to survive no matter what.

But even if the nine-leaf flower is precious, it can only bring one person back to life, and it can't be a big deal, and now the compatriots who have killed thousands of enemies have been tortured in the enemy camp, and they have been falsely accused of being traitors, causing chaos in the camp, as a priest, and as the last monarch of southern Xinjiang, she has the responsibility to protect all her reputation, and she has the responsibility to appease the army.

The priest sank his heart and said, "When the general's corpse returns to the southern frontier in its entirety, I will naturally send someone to send the Nine Leaf Flowers to the Lord, and before that, ......"

She took out a tightly wrapped bag from her waist and handed it to Zhi Qingyun, "These two leaves of the nine-leaf flower should be regarded as my greeting gift, and my only request is that you try not to torture the general before he is executed." ”

Zhiqing Xun took the bag, as long as she has these two leaves, no matter whether this priest will keep her promise or not, the dumb slave will have another four years, no matter how you calculate it, she will not lose in this exchange of conditions.

Also, listening to the priest's tone and the meaning of her words, she should know that the captured general did not rebel, so she still ......

The only possibility is that because of the news of the "rebellion" of the general of Southern Xinjiang, it caused the anger of the soldiers in Southern Xinjiang, and the priest was willing to take the risk to come and negotiate conditions with her......

Zhi Qingxun smiled slightly, this time it was really not in vain her hard work, and the priest of Southern Xinjiang seemed to know why she was laughing.

Before leaving, she looked back at Zhi Qingyun, and a cold killing intent flashed in her golden eyes, "My Southern Xinjiang general has not died on the battlefield, but died under the trickery of the lord of the ghost city, this revenge will definitely be reported from elsewhere, and the lord of the ghost city will wait and see!" ”

"In that case, I can't let the priest go." Zhi Qingxun raised her eyebrows lightly and smiled, looking at the priest's eyes suddenly changed, she said again: "Of course, if it is a real priest who comes tonight, I should not let her go." ”

As soon as Zhiqing's voiced voice fell, I saw a shocked expression flash on her face, but it was only a moment, and the man immediately managed his expression and asked: "The lord of the ghost city has never been in contact with our clan sacrifice, I don't know where I showed my horse's feet, and I ask the lord of the ghost city to teach me." ”

"Isn't that the way it should be?" Zhi Qingyun's hand gently twisted the two leaves, and his tone was relaxed.

"Benjun has never been in contact with the priest, so naturally he doesn't know that the girl is pretending, but if Benjun is a priest, he will definitely not risk his life. The troubled girl went back and told the priest that in three days I would send for the general's body to be brought back intact, and if the priest broke his promise, the next time he appeared in my tent would be the priest himself. ”

The man glanced deeply at Zhi Qingyun, did not speak, put on a hood to cover the red hair, and disappeared into the vast wind and snow.

As soon as the southern Xinjiang people walked with their front feet, Shao Yisong walked out from behind the sand curtain of the camp tent.

"Looks like we're about to succeed."

"Naturally, if this can be done, the soldiers of the Xingxu Dynasty will not need to fight bloodily." She looked at the two hard-won leaves in her hand and muttered.