The Story of the Male Supporting Counterattack

That night, after Bai Su returned home, he developed a high fever, and the residual poison in his body took advantage of the opportunity to attack. The pain caused him to break out in a cold sweat. Even if he took the antidote, it didn't help much.

One month later, heavy rain continued near Qizhou Mountain, landslides, mudslides and other serious conditions destroyed countless residential fields at the foot of the mountain. Fortunately, the new emperor of Yinguo saw the opportunity early and ordered the local officials to take precautions in advance and organized the people to evacuate, so there were no casualties. It can be regarded as a blessing in misfortune.

In early spring and February, the ice and snow have not completely melted, and there is a stinging chill lurking in the air, but the willows in the south are gradually sprouting buds, and the branches are lingering with a touch of light green.

At the beginning of spring, there is no harvest, it is the most difficult time of the year for the people of Beirong, but this year, the king is seriously ill again, and life becomes more and more difficult.

In late spring and March, Helianlu, the leader of Beirong, died of illness, and the third son of the emperor, Helianjin, was expected to inherit the throne.

The young king of Beirong was known for being ruthless, brave and good at fighting, and had extraordinary means. After he ascended the throne, he immediately implemented drastic reforms, ignored the peace treaty signed before, and repeatedly condoned his subordinates to violate the border of Yin country. The new emperor of Yin country was furious.

As the sky was getting darker, An Jiu came out with a lake-blue cloak, carefully put it on for Bai Su, and said in a low voice, "Master, the wind has picked up, you should go back to the inner room."

Bai Su stood by the window, looked down at the handsome young man standing in the courtyard, "When did he come?"

An Jiu glanced down, and replied casually: "Around noon."

Bai Su rolled up her sleeves, "What is he doing?"

"Young Master, please come out of the mountain." An Jiu looked at Bai Su, paused, and added: "In fact, he has been here twice before, but he didn't let you see it."

"In that case, please invite him to the living room."

A moment later, the man in brocade clothes walked over calmly, and smiled faintly at Bai Su.

Bai Su leaned against the back of the chair, suddenly feeling tired like never before. He lowered his eyes and asked suspiciously: "Fu Qingxuan, what exactly do you want to do?"

"You really know my identity." Emperor Zhaohe Fu Qingxuan paused, staring at Bai Su with complicated eyes, his tone was serious and dangerous, revealing the master's indomitable ambition, "I want this world." He slowly approached Bai Su lowered his head, opened his arms, and held the armrest of the chair with his fingers, "Will you help me?"

Sure enough, he still said it out, Bai Su thought of his task that had made no progress and Emperor Yuande's will, and remained silent.

"Bei Rong and Dayong are staring at each other now, and the situation among the Three Kingdoms is treacherous and changeable. There is bound to be a battle. Rather than being controlled by others, it is better to preemptively strike." Fu Qingxuan took a step back, clenched the lacquered paper fan in his hand, and looked at the dark clouds outside the window. In the sky, he sighed softly, "This day is about to change."

After a long silence, Bai Su closed his eyes tiredly, "Okay, I promise you."

Because Princess Bi Jiang's life and death were unknown before, the people of Dayong had a lot of complaints, and Emperor Zhaohe never gave any explanation. Nangong Xuping sent envoys to negotiate and wanted to see Princess Bi Jiang, but Emperor Zhaohe refused to agree. The two parties broke up unhappy.

Nangong Xuping's younger sister was eager, and in a fit of rage, she raised troops.

After receiving the news, Bai Su was speechless, thinking that Nangong Xuping really didn't want to waste any opportunity, even "dead people" were not let go, is this to squeeze out his last remaining value?