After rebirth, the Prime Minister's wife married the living devil

"You want to attack Maozhou?"

Li Yanqi had loose black hair and was wearing a robe. He hung the towel for drying his hands on the rack.

He walked slowly to the edge of the bed and sat down, took the letter and placed it on the dressing table, and asked instead of answering, "Do you still remember the three conditions you proposed before we got married?"

Lin Yanyu frowned in confusion, not knowing why he brought this up at this time.

The man didn't need her to answer. He took the green curtain from her hand and hung it on the small silver hook. He said slowly, "The first is that you are my only love. No matter how much I say, it's useless. I will use the rest of my life to prove it. The second is that reading and calligraphy are endless, and I have never slacked off."

"Only the last one. I have thought about it for a long time..." He reached out and touched the girl's watery eyes. "You are kind-hearted by nature. You pity the poor and the weak. You want the world to be peaceful."

Lin Yanyu didn't know what she was thinking about, and her eyes darkened.

"That's a good point..."

Her eyes suddenly lit up, and she heard the man laugh, "If not for this, I would have died when I collapsed in front of the breakfast shop with sores all over my body."

In order to survive, Li Yanqi had killed many people in order to grow up safely. Although these people were evil people, he, who killed the evil people, was also an evil person in the eyes of others.

Li Zhaofeng said that most people would feel fear and panic when they kill someone for the first time.

But he had never had this feeling before. In his eyes, those people were no different from chickens and ducks.

He had even forgotten who and why his hands were stained with blood the first time.

He has never been a kind person. The man stared into those eyes as clear as glass, but he was willing to protect her kindness.

"You don't have to make any changes. I will do my best to help you achieve whatever you want. Who will teach me..."

Li Yanqi held the girl's blushing face, and the unfinished words disappeared in the kiss between the two.

The person in his arms may not know that he had already made plans since December last year.

Huang Batian put everything in advance, including the flower viewing banquet and the trip to Qingzhou, which made him more eager for power.

This is the way the world is, the strong take everything and the weak are like pigs and dogs.

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The next day, a letter of appeal to suppress the rebels was sent from the acting Chongzhou Jiedushi Li Yanqi to Maozhou via the Chongzhou official post station.

Also advancing along with them was the 100,000 Chongzhou troops led by Lord Li.

Within three days, the news spread like wildfire to all the major provinces in Jing Dynasty.

Maozhou Jiedushi Mansion, now the Maoping Prince's Mansion.

"Report!"

A scout in light armor trotted into the hall and knelt on the ground, "Reporting to King Maoping, the enemy has set up camp eighty miles away from Maozhou."

"What!?" Liu Ping stood up from his armchair, his face pale, and said in panic: "Eighty miles... less than two hours' journey."

"There are less than 50,000 soldiers and generals left in Maozhou..."

Liu Ping's face was covered with cold sweat. He paced back and forth in the hall, muttering: "What should I do? What should I do..."

Suddenly, he stopped and looked at the person on the upper right with sharp eyes.

He was not the one who wanted to attack Chongzhou, nor was he the one who killed Hu Zhongqing. He was also not the one who robbed and massacred Chongzhou. If...

"King Maoping."

Han Guang's voice was gloomy, his face was pale, his neck, chest, and abdomen were wrapped in white fine cloth, and he slumped weakly in the ebony armchair.

"You don't want to offer my head to Li Yanqi and then put the blame on me for everything, do you?"

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a "click" sound, and his trusted followers on both sides drew out their steel knives and stared at each other with murderous eyes.

For a moment, the atmosphere in the hall was tense, and the two sides were ready to fight at the command.

Liu and Han's cold gazes met in the air, and neither of them looked away.

Han Guang raised the corner of his mouth, sneered, and said coldly: "Prince Maoping will not forget that Li Yanqi's banner is to clear the rebel king and rebel generals..."

Han Guang picked up the "Exhortation to Punish Liu and Han on Behalf of the People of Chongzhou" from the desk and unfolded it in front of Liu Ping.

Looking at his increasingly pale face, he said, "Open your eyes and take a closer look. You, the traitor king, are ranked before me, the traitor general."

"Li Yanqi killed Cai Zhang and Qian Sanwen, and put the blame on you and me. Even if you and I deny it, no one in the world will believe it. Do you think he will let you go? Besides, it's not like there is really no other way."

Han Guang regretted it very much. He thought that when he killed Hu Zhongqing, he should have killed Liu Ping together with him and made himself king.

It's better than being seriously injured now and pretending to be nice to this idiot.

"General Han, you misunderstood. You and I are like brothers. Besides, I have to rely on the Han family army when facing a powerful enemy. How could I have such life-threatening thoughts?"

Liu Ping forced a smile and scolded his men: "We are all brothers, what are you doing? Put down your knives quickly."

Everyone in the hall put away their knives one after another.

He walked slowly to the armchair and sat down, leaning closer to Han Guang, and asked hopefully, "What do you think, General?"

Han Guang sneered in his heart, wishing he could kill Liu Ping immediately, but on the surface he pretended to be a good brother and moved to the left.

"It's easy to defend a city, but difficult to attack it."

He looked back at Liu Ping with a calm expression, "Prince Maoping, think about it carefully. When we attacked Chongzhou, Li Yanqi had only 20,000 soldiers in the patrol camp. You and I have sent people to spy on the rest, and they are all useless with no fighting power."

"Li Yanqi is indeed a bit smart, but he is just an illiterate idiot. He can use strategies and recruit troops to win, so why can't we? Are we worse than him?"

"you mean……?"

"We will treat him the same way he treated us. This is called giving him a taste of his own medicine!"

Han Guang looked confident.

Liu Ping was speechless for a moment. He was worried and felt that this proposal was inappropriate, but he had no better solution at the moment.

After thinking it over again and again, he sighed helplessly and said, "The rest is easy to handle, but recruiting soldiers and buying horses is probably not going to be easy in such a short time, right?"

Recruiting soldiers requires money. He was greedy for Chongzhou's money and food, so he rashly sent troops to attack and ended up in his current situation.

"How difficult is that? All the young and strong men in the city will be sent to the army. Those who don't want to come..."

Han Guang snorted coldly and said sarcastically, "Kill a few people on the spot to scare the monkeys. Are you afraid that they will dare to resist? If that doesn't work, just arrest their families. Are you afraid that these people will not fight back? By then, what will we be afraid of?"

"This... isn't a good idea... How about giving it a try by spending a little more money?"

"Then King Maoping, do you have any silver?"

This question stumped Liu Ping. He clenched his fists, remained silent for a moment, stood up from the armchair, and sighed, "This is the only way. I'll get someone to do it right away."

Watching Liu Ping striding out of the hall, Han Guang sneered silently. Having been an official for decades, didn't he subconsciously feel that money was necessary to recruit soldiers?

What he despised most were these hypocritical regular troops who were unwilling to give up anything and yet wanted everything.

An unnamed hillside eighty miles away from Maozhou.

Li Yanqi was holding a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth. He was sitting on the highest grass with his legs crossed, wiping his long sword. His black soap boots were resting on his knees, shaking comfortably.

"Sir, the brothers have all rested. Should we break camp now?"

"No hurry, wait a little longer." He chewed the foxtail grass for a few times and stretched his head to look at the lush greenery in the distance.

Zhang looked: “?”

What are you waiting for?

Suddenly, the man spat out the dogtail grass in his mouth with a "Puh" sound, stood up with the long knife in hand, clicked his tongue, and said with a smile: "Hey, here it comes."