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It was April, and the city was finally getting warmer.

It's a rare good time in the Northland, but unfortunately, it won't last long, and after July, the wind and snow will fall over the land again.

But in any case, these months are very important for the Northland.

As the weather warmed up, it was common for caravans to come to the Northland at this time to exchange goods with the local population. After all, not every caravan could be escorted by a dart master like Liu Dahong, and because of this, most of them had to bypass Youyunling and choose a longer route.

Wind and snow will undoubtedly bring many uncertainties to such a journey, so it is a relatively wise decision to come to the Northland in April.

It is precisely because of this that it stands to reason that Beilan City, as the center of the entire Northland, should be very lively at this time.

But in reality, it's quite the opposite.

Beilan City, which was once so prosperous that Su Changan was once shocked, is now full of people, only those soldiers in armor and armed with swords and halberds still patrol the streets from time to time.

Their expressions were solemn, their eyes shining with vigilance, and they were like the scene of a great enemy.

The imperial court's inscription has been sent three times.

It's different every time, both in terms of the wording and the person who wrote it.

But the meaning is much the same.

Basically, the old lady of the Gu family wants the little prince and princess who fled to the north to return to Chang'an.

But the King of Jin, who has never liked to participate in the open and secret battles in Chang'an City, has a particularly tough attitude this time. Turning a blind eye to the repeated and repeated orders of the imperial court.

Sima Xu was naturally not a fuel-efficient lamp, and after feeling that his authority was being provoked, the fourth letter was sent to the north three days ago.

This letter is different from the previous one.

To be precise, this article should be called a rebellious text.

The wording is fierce, the king of Jin holds the royal descendants hostage, intending to rebel, if within a limited time, and does not return the two princes to Beijing, the court will send a large army to encircle and suppress the north.

Gu Qingfeng smiled at such a rebellious text, he knew very well that the northern land and Chang'an were separated by Youyun Ridge, which was a moat, and the army of the imperial court would never go around several times the distance like those caravans, avoid the Youyun Ridge, and directly attack the northern land.

And if they really want to cross the Youyun Ridge, the price they need to pay, even Sima Xu may have to weigh it.

But even if he understood the stakes, Gu Qingfeng still ordered Beilan City to enter a state of combat readiness. And it is precisely because of this that there is the scene of Beilan City today.

It's just that most of them didn't know that such an order was not Gu Qingfeng's original intention, but was given to a man, well, to be precise, it should be a boy.

And at this moment, in the spacious hall of the Jin Palace, the boy sat high in the first place, holding his immature head high, looking down at the old man at his feet.

He was only twelve or thirteen years old, with a pair of thick eyebrows, and a pair of big black eyes underneath, and his face was red at the moment, perhaps because he was not yet accustomed to the cold weather of the Northland. The whole person looks like a porcelain doll carved in pink and jade, which is very cute.

It's just, it's weird.

His hair was neatly tied up and inserted into a hosta. There is no aura in his eyes that a child of this age should have, only a solemn starlight. Just like the look on his face, it was cold and dull, and there was a majesty like a king.

"Your Majesty, Beilancheng is all the way away from Chang'an, and now there is news that the remnants of the previous dynasty have reached some consensus with the swordsmen in Shushan. is reorganizing troops in Shudi, I expect that at this time, Sima Xu has the ability to reach the sky, and he will never have the strength to take care of us. The old lady of the ancient family, who was calling for wind and rain in the north, bowed down at this moment, stood beside the boy, and said respectfully.

Audibly, there was something strange about his voice, as if he was afraid of something.

"Hmm. The boy nodded, his voice was immature, immature as his age, but the look on his face was serious, and the two intertwined, and it was strange to say no.

He stood up, the rare sunlight of the Northland shining on the side of his face through the crack in the door of the Jin Palace. He dragged his golden robe, which was so ill-fitting to his body, and began to pace back and forth around his huge dragon chair behind him.

And in the empty and dim hall, only the sound of his footsteps was left to echo back and forth.

The sound was like some kind of blunt instrument hitting the old man's chest again and again, and in the blink of an eye, dense sweat stains oozed from Gu Qingfeng's forehead.

His heart trembled for no apparent reason, and he always did when he faced this emperor, as he had served him for decades. He seems to be able to read people's hearts, but no one has ever been able to know what is going on in his heart.

"Sima Xu is unfathomable, he will never do such a bluff. So, it has to be guarded against. The boy's voice rang out again.

"But the people of the Northland point to the merchants from Chang'an every year..."Gu Qingfeng subconsciously argued when he heard this. But soon, his voice stopped, as the boy turned and looked at him with those eyes he had.

Just a look, without any coercion, and without using half a cent of spiritual power, it made a star die like a cicada.

"Zhen Tianchen is dead. The boy sat back on his throne, his eyes half-squinted, showing no joy, but tapping his fingers lightly on the armrest.

"Zhenxi God waiting for him?" Gu Qingfeng paused, and a stunned look suddenly appeared on his face.

"Died at the hands of the grave keepers of Xidou. The boy said, his voice suddenly cold. "Fate is like a river, they plan its end, its beginning, and even its flow. ”

"But as soon as we cut off his channel, the water will flood out and wash over the fields, the villages, and even the cities. Then the ditch-builders will come out and stop the disaster. ”

"That's when it's the best chance to change the world. ”

These inexplicable words made Gu Qingfeng's heart sink, and he finally stopped talking. He bowed his head in silence, as if he had begun to longing for the river in the boy's mouth.

"It's not too early. The boy suddenly stood up, he stretched his waist, raised his eyebrows, and said, "Those guys who have been sleeping for decades should have slept enough, please take a trip, and bring back all my five kings and thirteen candidates." ”

With that, the boy stepped off the platform.

"The fortunes of the Great Wei Dynasty are about to be lost, the heavens and men are coming, and our eternal imperial dream is close at hand. ”

At that time, the setting sun of the Northland cast a reddened afterglow on the boy's face.

Gu Qingfeng looked at his immature side face, as if he had seen the emperor who ruled the world decades ago.