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At this time, another group of people rushed in with long swords.Unlike before, I saw them wearing red armor, with red face scarves tied on their faces, and only a pair of eyes were exposed.

Seeing the person coming, Feng Jiuge was taken aback for a moment, then reacted, and said angrily: "Isn't this the red armored guard from Yunzhou? Why are they here? Where is Su Minghai? How did he lead the troops?"

The Red Armored Guards are the army guarding Yunzhou for generations. They are brave and good at fighting, and they have never lost a single battle.

Feng Ze clutched his chest, stood up slowly, looked at Feng Jiuge's angry face, and laughed loudly: "Now they are my personal guards."

"Crazy, almost crazy, you let them come back and let my second brother go to war? Your fucking brain was kicked by a donkey?" Feng Jiuge cursed angrily.

"He is a prince, so he should naturally take responsibility." Feng Ze said as a matter of course.

"Then why don't you die?" Feng Jiuge laughed angrily.

"Okay, I know that you two are brothers, so I will send you to see him." Feng Ze raised his hand, lowered it slowly, and signaled to everyone.

"Yuebai, leave these people to you, Feng Ze, I will end him myself!" Feng Jiuge confessed.

"En." Yun Qingchen nodded, put down the teacup in his hand, got up and walked into the crowd.

Feng Jiuge flashed his figure, stood in front of Feng Ze, smiled slightly, and said: "Congratulations, your career as an emperor is coming to an end."

"Really? Uncle Wang is that sure?" Feng Ze raised his eyebrows.

"You always think that you know me very well, but unfortunately, I don't know myself, let alone you, for example, you will never guess what I will do next." After finishing speaking, Feng Jiuge Grasping Feng Ze's hand firmly, exerting strength all over his body, the veins in his hand turned purple and gradually expanded, looking ferocious.

Feng Ze only felt warm currents surging in his dantian, he was startled, as if thinking of something, his face turned pale instantly, he struggled to withdraw his hand, but his wrist was tightly restrained by Feng Jiuge, he had no choice but to kick him, While kicking and cursing: "Feng Jiuge, you lunatic, let go of me, if you want to die, you die yourself!" There was deep fear in the words.

At this time, Feng Jiuge is using the soul separation technique, which is a long-lost magic technique of Nanyao. During the use, the user pours his own internal force into the victim's body through contact with the victim's body, causing the opponent's meridians to be confused , Qi and blood flowed backwards and died.If this process is interrupted, both of them will die due to exhaustion of energy and blood.Therefore, this soul-leaving technique is classified as a sorcery, and no one dares to try it lightly.Feng Ze also saw it by accident while flipping through miscellaneous books, but Feng Jiuge actually learned this.

Feng Jiuge hooked his lips, and said indifferently: "I heard that this kind of death is more tragic. If it wasn't for making your death more painful, do you think I am willing to waste my internal energy?"

Feng Ze felt that his chest was tight and panicked, as if being blocked by something, his breathing gradually weakened, "Feng Jiuge, let me go quickly."

Yun Qingchen finished dealing with the person in his hands, walked to Feng Jiuge, glanced at his hands, couldn't help frowning slightly, with worry in his eyes, "Feng Jiuge."

Feng Jiuge turned to look at Yun Qingchen, and said with a smile: "Yuebai, there will be something interesting later."

Feng Ze opened his mouth to scold Feng Jiuge, but spit out a mouthful of blood, and there were bloodshots from the corners of his eyes, scars of different lengths began to appear on the skin of his face, the blood overflowed and flowed wantonly, and the dragon robe on his body was also turned red with blood , his body was weak, his legs were trembling, and he almost knelt on the ground.

Feng Jiuge wiped away the blood that Feng Ze spat on his face with disgust, and wiped it on Feng Ze's head with his bloody hand, because Feng Ze's clothes were covered with blood, so he could only wipe it on his head.

Feng Jiuge was still holding on to Feng Ze, the protruding meridians on the back of his hand had gradually disappeared, Feng Ze was already angry at this moment, seeing this, Feng Jiuge let go of his hand, and let him collapse on the ground.

"This way of death is really not tragic, but quite ugly." Feng Jiuge shook his head and sighed, "I heard that there is a folk saying that people's heads are cut off, soaked in wine jars, and then asked a mage to nail them on with soul nails. , that person will never be reincarnated, do you think I should try it?" Feng Jiuge said with an evil smile.

Hearing this, Feng Ze didn't come up in one breath, his head was tilted to one side, his eyes were wide open, and the hatred that hadn't dissipated in his eyes.

Feng Jiuge blinked, and said: "Yuebai, do you think he died of pain, or because of my anger?"

"To death." Yun Qingchen replied.

"Hahaha, I'm getting better and better." Feng Jiuge said with a smile, suddenly dizziness came, his eyes went dark, and he fell straight behind him.

Fortunately, Yun Qingchen was quick to support him in time, picked him up by the waist, and flew out of the palace.

At this time, a black shadow appeared in the imperial study room, looked at Fengze lying in a pool of blood, and curled his lips in disgust: "This death is really ugly." He found a clean place on his clothes, and picked him up, "If it wasn't for that... You are still useful, I will not come to you, because of you, I spend less time with Miss Cui'er." After speaking, he took Fengze and disappeared.

Yun Qingchen took Feng Jiuge back to the previous hut, and just as he was about to put him on the couch, he opened his eyes and looked at him.

"Are you awake?" Yun Qingchen asked.

Feng Jiuge nodded and said with a smile: "It feels so comfortable to be hugged."

Yun Qingchen put down Feng Jiuge, looked straight at him, and said, "What's going on?"

"Tired." Feng Jiuge stretched.

"What did you use before?" Yun Qingchen continued to ask.

Feng Jiuge secretly said that something was wrong, thinking that Yun Qingchen must have seen something, so he had to talk to him from the left, "Yuebai, I found that you are getting more and more beautiful."

Seeing that Feng Jiuge was unwilling to speak, Yun Qingchen didn't continue to ask, and looked at him quietly.

"Yuebai, I'll go back to the palace first, are you going?" Feng Jiuge asked.

"En." Yun Qingchen nodded.

In the hall, the four of Feng Hua Xue Yue stood in a line, glanced at the people seated from the corner of their eyes from time to time.

Zuihua touched Zhuyue beside her with her arm, raised her eyebrows at him, and smiled triumphantly: "What's the matter? I just said that the master will bring someone back."

Zhuyue quietly moved away a few steps, cursing inwardly, this idiot, why didn't he wink?Didn't you see the increasingly gloomy expression on the master's face?

"Jingfeng, how many people can we gather as soon as possible?" Feng Jiuge asked solemnly.

"Including the capital city and its vicinity, there are a total of 5000 people." Jing Feng replied.

Feng Jiuge curled his lips when he heard this, "Five thousand? Enough."

"Master is planning to go to Yunzhou?" Jingfeng asked.

Feng Jiuge nodded, "Yes."

"Where is 5000 people enough? Caesar is in command this time with the famous God of War Li Yan, the master must not underestimate the enemy." Aoxue reminded.

Feng Jiuge took a sip of tea and said, "Let me ask you, where is the neighboring city of Yunzhou?"

"I know this, of course it's Ningzhou." Zui Hua spoke before everyone else.

"Ningzhou is Wang Biao's territory. Let's just grab his soldier talisman and take his soldiers to Yunzhou. Let his people rush to the front and our people watch from the back. Isn't that all right? I'll take 5000 people I think it's too much." Feng Jiuge snorted coldly.

"..." I've never seen such a shameless person.

"Master, you haven't introduced the young master next to you yet." Zuihua pointed at Yun Qingchen and said with a smirk.

"As you can see, this is Mr. Yuebai and my wife." Feng Jiuge shrugged.

Zui Hua was so startled that she almost bit her own tongue, she looked at Yun Qingchen in disbelief, this figure who looked like a banished fairy was actually suppressed?

Feng Jiuge took a step forward, blocked Zuihua's sight, and said to everyone: "Get ready, we will head to Yunzhou immediately."

"Yes!"

"By the way, is Prince Yu's son in the capital or Yunzhou?" Feng Jiuge asked.

"The son is in Yunzhou." Jingfeng replied.

"Well, you guys go down and get ready first, hurry up." Feng Jiuge ordered.

Yunzhou

Feng Jiuge walked all the way, seeing the tattered banners on the city wall swaying with the wind, the scattered arrows all over the ground, and the blood that hadn't dried up on the mud, he couldn't help feeling sad. In this piece of soil, there was his second brother's Blood.

He drove his horse to the gate of the city, and shouted to the soldiers above: "I am Feng Jiuge, the king of Chen, why don't you open the gate quickly?"

Just as the soldier was about to answer, he was hurriedly pushed away, and there was a scar on the man's face that spread from the corner of his eye to the root of his ear, forcibly destroying his handsome face.

"Your Majesty." The soldier was stunned for a moment, then respectfully shouted.

Feng Qixuan lay on the city wall, poked his head out to look at Feng Jiuge below, his eyes turned red, and the hand holding the wall trembled slightly, and said in a hoarse voice: "It's finally here, pass the order down, Kaicheng door." Then, he quickly ran to the city wall to meet Feng Jiuge.

At the Marshal's Mansion, Feng Jiuge looked at Feng Qixuan in front of him, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but the words finally turned into a long sigh, patted his shoulder, and said: "Thank you for your hard work."

This sentence made Feng Qixuan cry instantly. Since the death of his father, he seemed to have grown up overnight. It was the first time he led troops to fight the enemy, and it was the first time he had to choose between life and death.

No matter how serious the injury is, I don't feel pain. It's not that I don't feel pain, but that I don't know who to tell when I feel pain.The forbearance and persistence all the time collapsed after seeing Feng Jiuge, and said with tears: "Uncle Wang, my face was scratched, I'm so ugly."

Feng Jiuge looked at the scars at the corners of Feng Qixuan's eyes, felt a bitterness in his throat, and said for a long time, "Sorry, I'm late."

Feng Qixuan hugged Feng Jiuge, crying like a child, "Uncle Wang, father is dead, he is dead."

"I heard that from now on, you should learn to take responsibility." Feng Jiuge patted his back and comforted him.

Feng Qixuan cried for a while, then withdrew from Feng Jiuge's arms, lowered his eyes, and replied in a low voice: "I know."

"Well, leave it to me this time, and I'll settle these messes." Feng Jiuge smiled and changed the subject.

Feng Qixuan wiped away his tears, looked at him contemptuously, and said sarcastically: "Just the 5000 people you brought? You still want to fight against Caesar's [-] troops. Are you afraid that your death will not be miserable enough?"

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Feng Jiuge stretched out his hand and slapped him hard on the back of the head, "I never lose a single soldier in a war."

Feng Qixuan rubbed the back of his head, pondering what Feng Jiuge said, it seemed quite reasonable, he often heard his father say that Feng Jiuge had never lost a war, "But five thousand is against one hundred thousand, even if you can fight again, It is also impossible to defeat him, unless you are dreaming." Feng Qixuan frowned.

"What are you afraid of? Isn't there still Wang Biao here?" Feng Jiuge said confidently.

"Wang Biao?" Feng Qixuan raised his eyebrows, puzzled: "What's the matter with him?"

"Wang Biao was stationed in Ningzhou, holding 20 soldiers and horses. He stole his soldier amulets and sent his soldiers to fight." Feng Jiuge had a smirk on his face.

"Hahaha, Feng Jiuge, you are too dark." Feng Qixuan scolded with a smile, but then thought of something, and asked: "But you are here, who is going to snatch it?"

Feng Jiuge felt thirsty after talking for so long, grabbed the teapot on the table and poured it directly into his own mouth, the hunger and thirst were relieved, and then he said: "I asked Yuebai and Jingfeng to grab it. "

"Yuebai? Master Yuebai?" Feng Qixuan asked.

Feng Jiuge nodded, "Yes."

"You actually let such a rich, handsome, noble and immaculate young master do such stealthy things, Feng Jiuge, won't your conscience ache?" Feng Qixuan accused with righteous indignation.

"Is there any? I don't feel it. Also, I was called Uncle Wang just now. Why are you calling Feng Jiuge again now? I think the few times I called Uncle Wang just now made me feel ecstatic. Come on. Shout out a few times and listen." Feng Jiuge laughed.

Feng Qixuan: "..."