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The shock on Su Chang'an's face made Du Hongchang's heart feel a little happy inexplicably.

But this pleasure was soon replaced by a sentiment called empathy. Maybe he figured something out, Du Hongchang continued: "Does Master Su know that the marriage between Beitongxuan and the Sima family has been postponed?"

"Well, why?" asked Su Changan.

As Du Hongchang said, in order to win over Beitongxuan, Sima Xu did not hesitate to get rid of the god general Wei Ling. And as long as Bei Tongxuan marries his daughter, then Bei Tongxuan will naturally stand on his side in the future. But seeing that things have come to this point, why has it been stopped again?

Not only that, a few days ago, there was a war report in Xiliang, known as the first pass of Xiliang, the Xiaohu Pass was broken, and the new marshal of the barbarian tribe, Mo Lingtian, led 300,000 troops straight into Xiliang, and even broke the four cities of Kunshan, Laiyun, Xiling, and Zuoyan. Xiliang is now a rotting corpse, mourning. But Fu Sanqian still cowered in his Chiyang City, standing still. The Holy Emperor gave orders again and again, but Fu Sanqian did not respond, I am afraid that he had the opposite intention. ”

"But even so, Sima Xu has already excused himself by saying that Beitongxuan's injury has not healed, and we can't send troops to calm the chaos in Xiliang. ”

"In fact, Beitong Xuan has not been completely held in his hands, so he has been delaying for some reason. ”

Du Hongchang's words made Su Changan more and more puzzled, and he couldn't help asking: "Since Sima Xu is in a hurry to win over Bei Tongxuan, why is he delaying his marriage to his own daughter?"

A gleam flashed in Du Hongchang's eyes, and he said, "That's exactly what I want to say to Su Gongzi." Sima Xu is a very popular minister, but he is suspicious by nature. He still had doubts about Beitongxuan in his heart. This doubt will not be eliminated, unless it is absolutely necessary, he will never go out of Beijing!"

"What doubts?" asked Su Changan with a frown.

"Like smoke!"

The Great Wei Dragon God General Mansion.

Bei Tongxuan sat in the hall with a gloomy face, which was extremely luxuriously decorated.

The teacup in his hand was picked up and put down by him, like a face that had been dry for ten thousand years, and at this moment he rarely showed a sad face.

And next to the teacup, there is a small fold, the cover is as blood-red as his lips, and there are four big characters on it, Xiliang War.

He glanced at the book again, which was something from his cronies in Xiliang. Two copies of the same fold were sent to Chang'an, one fell to the Prime Minister's Mansion, and one was sent to the Imperial Palace.

His brow furrowed, and his fingers began to tap on the board beside him, as if anxiously awaiting some news.

And finally, he waited until he was going to wait for news.

A middle-aged man dressed as a family member hurriedly walked in and knelt straight in front of Bei Tongxuan.

"How's it going?" asked Bei Tongxuan.

"The little incompetence, the dowry was still returned by the prime minister's family. The man said with his head down and trembling. Compared to the former Wei Ling Divine General, he was very afraid of his new master.

Although he is also a god general, this young Beitongxuan exudes a disgusting smell of blood all over his body. Every time he approached Beitongxuan, the smell on his body made the middle-aged man feel a chill. He couldn't figure out what kind of bloody storm he had gone through to make such a young god general accumulate such a heavy killing intent.

And the moment his words reached Beitong Xuan's ears, Beitong Xuan's already gloomy eyes became colder and colder, so cold that the man could clearly feel that the temperature of this hall had dropped a few points.

His body began to tremble involuntarily, and dense cold sweat appeared on his forehead.

He was just a house slave, and he chose to stay in the Shenjiang Mansion because he valued the identity of the Beitong Xuan Shenjun, and wanted to follow him to earn more silver taels to support his frail wife and a few children who were waiting to be fed.

But now, he regrets that decision. Although Du Hongchang has lost his identity as the son of a god general, he is also an earl, and although the reward is less, he does not have to be as worried as now. He was the only man in his family, and if he really died here, he could hardly imagine what kind of life his wife and children would have experienced in the future.

And thinking of these men, he became more and more frightened, and just when he was about to beg for mercy, the blood and murderous intent that permeated the hall suddenly dissipated.

A cold voice rang out.

"Let's go down. ”

The man was stunned, he couldn't believe if he had heard Bei Tongxuan's words wrong. Therefore, he cautiously raised his head and looked at Bei Tongxuan, as if he wanted to confirm something.

"What's the matter, are you okay?" Bei Tongxuan glanced at him with a cold face.

"It's okay, it's okay!" the man said hurriedly, then bowed his head and retreated as if he had been pardoned.

Beitong Xuan saw him retreat, but his face became colder and colder, he sat back on the Taishi chair behind him, frowned, and fell silent.

I don't know how long it took.

Maybe an hour, maybe two hours.

He sat like this until the night of Chang'an came, and the servants began to light the lanterns in the god's mansion.

But he still sat there unconscious.

Pounce! Pounce!

It was the sound of some kind of bird flapping its wings.

Bei Tongxuan's lowered head suddenly lifted, he stretched out his hand, and a pigeon landed on his arm after counting his breaths.

It was a very beautiful pigeon, with a snow-white body, blue eyes, and a long, pointed beak.

It seemed to like Beitongxuan very much, and when it landed on his arm, it stretched out its beak and gently pecked him on the arm twice, as if to greet him.

Beitong Xuan's cold face also showed a rare smile at this time, he stretched out his hand to brush the hair on its body, and said, "Liu'er, long time no see." ”

"Cluck!" the white dove screamed at him as if he could understand him.

"Huh. Beitongxuan also seemed to like the bird, and he reached out again and stroked the top of his head for a while. Then he gently lifted it up and ripped a wrapped note from its claws.

"Go ahead. He lifted it lightly, and the white dove took advantage of the momentum and flew away. However, it seemed to be a little reluctant, and after hovering above Bei Tongxuan's head several times, the method let out a clear sound, turning into a white light and disappearing into the Divine General's Mansion.

And when the white pigeon called Liu'er completely disappeared in Beitong Xuan's eyes, Beitong Xuan restrained the smile on his face, and returned to the unsmiling, cold as frosty dragon general.

He gently opened the note in his hand and looked down.

His body froze violently at that moment, and dense sweat stains appeared on his forehead. His hand began to tremble very irregularly, and finally he couldn't hold the note, and let it fall to the ground.

And on that note, there were actually only four words.

It is four words written with extremely sophisticated and vicissitudes of pen power - the common people are important!