The envoy of Beili frowned, and before he could speak, he saw the Son of Heaven looking down on him from above.

There was a hint of contempt in his eyes, and he preemptively said: "Are you so sure that your 100,000 army can capture my Jiaoling Pass?"

The corners of the Beili envoy's eyebrows twitched slightly, and he said undeniably: "It can be attacked, and the time of the capture is still up to me Beili." ”

The Son of Heaven's eyes narrowed dangerously: "You are threatening me." ”

A faint smile appeared in the eyes of the envoy of Beili, and he nodded very frankly.

He said: "Yes, the subordinate is threatening Your Majesty, and your Majesty must know this better than the subordinate minister. ”

"Presumptuous!"

"I really don't dare to kill you!"

"Just this rude and presumptuous attitude towards you is enough to make me wait to kill you a thousand times. ”

In an instant, above the banquet, the ministers were furious.

For thousands of years, he had been so despised and humiliated.

The Son of Heaven's face was still flat, he raised a palm and shouted majestically: "Where is the Jiaoling scout!"

"The scouts are here!"

An officer with a broken right arm came to the banquet covered in blood, got down on one knee, and pursed his lips in response.

"Jiaoling scout?!, is he so badly injured?!"

"Has this battle been so cruel?"

The courtiers murmured again in a whisper.

A touch of uneasiness rose in my heart.

On the stiff face of the envoy of the North Departure, a faint smile appeared.

He didn't hide the pleasant emotions in his heart in the slightest, so he gently spat out four words.

"Bringing Shame on ......"

The courtiers were angry again, but they did not attack under the signal of the Son of Heaven's palm.

He looked at the Jiaoling scout who was outfitted with this banquet with a bloody stain, and said lightly: "How is the battle situation in Jiaoling?"

Hearing the question of the Son of Heaven, the Jiaoling scout's face flushed with excitement, and he didn't even feel that the injury on his severed hand was so painful.

He knelt on one knee, his tone respectful with forbearance and excitement, and said in a low voice: "Qiqi Shengshang, three days ago, Jiaoling Pass was fought...... Victory!

First of all, Jiaoling Guandao snatched the grain and grass of Heiqi City, led by General Gu Ran, and then there were 1,000 Nanfu troops in the rear to outflank and attack, and 2,000 elite soldiers defeated 10,000 troops from the north.

This battle ...... He even directly took down the head of Yan Shenzhou, the deputy general of the Thousand Souls Army, and hung it high on the wall of Jiaoling. ”

As soon as these words came out, there was an uproar, overshadowing the sound of silk and bamboo.

The ministers were shocked!

Outflanking 10,000 troops with 2,000 men and horses sounds ridiculous and self-defeating.

But the news from the mouth of this scout was that these two thousand men and horses defeated the 10,000 Beili army!

"Amazing...... That's amazing...... This is really worthy of General Gu Ran, such a miraculous record, I'm afraid only she can create it. ”

"The Gu family has this daughter, it is really a great blessing for the family. ”

Gu Xiang sat on the seat, pinching his chopsticks blankly, a little stunned.

After a long time, he began to enjoy the envious and respectful gazes that were projected at him from all directions.

This daughter is really not wrong, and she will fight for the face of their old Gu family.

Alas, it's just that his stupid son, who has been missing for so many months, is really worried about whether that stupid son is impulsive and went to that dangerous ancient place to save Ye Ling.

It's really a moment of joy and a moment of melancholy......

Gu Xiang poured a sip of melancholy wine, now that his children are not around, he is very lonely, lonely and cold......

"No way!!"

The envoy, who had been calmly leaving the north, suddenly got up.

His eyebrows were still as cold as iron, but the corners of his mouth were now stained with a layer of disdainful mockery and sneer.

"The Son of Heaven of the Jin Kingdom didn't want to be friendly, so he fabricated the facts and prevaricated the ministers with such a ridiculous lie, and the ministers never thought that the Great Jin Dynasty was already at the end of the road to such a point. ”

Qin Bu, the Son of Heaven, didn't speak, just smiled faintly.

On the contrary, the Jiaoling scout who knelt on one knee turned his head to look at the handsome and handsome envoy who left the country, and said with a smile.

"Your Excellency, don't be in a hurry to get angry, listen to what I have to say, this battle is not just a defeat to your 10,000 troops in the north can be easily ended. After all, in addition to 10,000 people, there are 90,000 people, and our generals do things, but they like to do everything they can, so you ...... Hear me finish. ”

Facing the smile of a small scout, the strong, confident and unwavering heart of this envoy from the north suddenly showed signs of loosening, and there was a faint sense of foreboding.

The Son of Heaven suddenly interrupted and said, "Liang Fu, give him five scattered ointments to stop the bleeding." ”

Liang Fu purchased five loose ointments on the eighth floor, and the Son of Heaven knew it very well.

Even if his eldest prince was physically disabled, he had never asked this Holy Hand Liang Fukou for the five scattered ointments.

Now for the sake of a scout, it is a direct order to speak.

The old face of the Holy Hand Liang Fu, who was originally watching the play, was instantly bitter, he took out a bottle of Wusan ointment with a painful face, came to the scout, and asked, "What about your hand, if your hand is still there, the old man can help you pick it up." ”

Jiaoling scout was stunned for a moment, remembering the magical rumors of the five scattered ointments, and then shook his head helplessly, and said: "On the battlefield, how can I have time to pick up my stump and broken arm, my arm, I have already stepped out of the meat mud under the Beili Iron Horse, Lord Liang doesn't have to mind, just take the medicine." ”

For him, the victory and glory of the war far surpassed this arm, and his eyes refracted an astonishing brilliance, looking at the envoy of the North who stood like a pine, and smiled.

"On the night of the battle for grain and grass at Jiaoling Pass, an assassin appeared in the military tent in the north, and Mo Soul Shang, the leader of the Thousand Souls Army, died violently in his military tent that night, and was not discovered by the night vigil soldiers until the next day. The dragons have no leader, even if there are 90,000 troops leaving the north, I think I have to retreat without a leader. ”

The sound of silk and bamboo stopped instantly, because the musicians who played the instrument clearly heard such a shocking word, and in shock, they even forgot to play the instrument in their hands.

"Hahaha!!" The Son of Heaven was in a good mood, and he would not bother with these musicians, he clapped his hands and said, "Okay!

The Beili envoy's chest rose and fell slightly, and his face was slightly pale staring at the scout youth under the banquet who was gradually recovering from his injuries under the effect of the five plasters.

Although this incident was bizarre in the past, it would be ridiculous if it was a lie.

But if it's true......

That's terrible.

Unintentionally participating in the banquet, he confessed and left, and hurried out of the main hall.

Above the banquet, there is no one who leaves the north.

The indifferent and detached face of the Son of Heaven was tinged with a hint of tiredness.

He no longer maintained the appearance of a dignified emperor, supported his chin with his palm, raised his hand and smiled: "Play music!"

The sound of the piano and the sound of the pipa are no longer as heavy and oppressive as they were just now.

Because of the good news of the war brought by the scouts, the feast finally became cheerful, cheerful, and joyful.

But no one noticed that under the pale amber eyes of the Emperor of Heaven, there was an indescribable heaviness and calmness.

The queen sat stiffly on the phoenix throne, her hands restlessly hidden under the table and fiddling with the corners of her robe.

............

The mist of Miao Miao rose from the two stone tribe houses, and the smell of food wafted from the mist.

It was a scene that would have been seen every day when the remnants of the ancients were preparing food in their own homes.

In this small tribe, there is a rare tranquility and tranquility.

Even though the wind here is bitterly cold, the half of the oil-paper umbrella above his head makes Ling Tiansu feel like he is in a dream.

He traveled side by side with her in this unbeautiful ancient tribe, and his heart throbbed for a moment as he looked sideways at that astonishingly miserable face.

Her appearance is the same, her eyebrows and eyes are still the same, but if you look closely, you can find that under the pupils of those eyes, there are a little more vicissitudes and profundity.

Ling Tiansu's throat was slightly itchy, and it was difficult to speak since she called her name.

Mu Ziwu smiled slightly, reached out to brush the snow on his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Long time no see." ”

Ling Tiansu found that love and hate at this moment were not so important, and he chose to believe in his heart, so he also responded with a smile.

"Long time no see. ”

There are not too many lingering and sympathetic words, and there are even more silent hoarse questions.

At this moment, you just need to throw away many troubles and taste this faint bitter and slightly sweet memory.

He calmly brought her back to her temporary place of residence.

I didn't find Inmo, but I found Mu Ziwei first, and I don't know if this is an unexpected joy.