Chu Chen Kee

Chang'an seemed peaceful for the time being, but the border of the Tang Dynasty, which was thousands of miles away, and the border with the Yueshi, suddenly began to change when dusk approached.

A pair of guards patrolling the border rubbed their hands, then stamped their feet on the ground vigorously, and the temperature began to drop in a short while.

A veteran exhaled into his palms and wondered, "Why does it look like it's going to snow? This year it's only August, and the snowfall time is two months earlier than usual!"

"What nonsense? How could it snow in August?" Another young soldier sneered, then stomped his feet, rubbed his hands and said indifferently, "It's probably going to rain. Look, it's dark!"

The veteran didn't argue with the young man, but just looked up at the sky with a frown.

In the distant sky, big dark clouds floated like splashed ink, and soon covered the entire sky. The sky seemed to be covered with a big hood, and there was hardly a trace of light.

This team of patrol soldiers was stunned. They stood motionless and looked up at the sky, and then looked at each other. No one could tell what was going on in this weird situation.

"No!" The captain of the inspection exclaimed, "Quickly retreat to the city!"

However, this sentence was quickly torn apart by the howling wind, and then, there was silence in the wilderness.

"Mirror, don't make it too bloody..." Accompanied by a voice as gentle as a spring breeze piercing the silence, a cold moon-white figure quietly appeared on the land,

The whole body of the visitor was covered by a moon-white cloak, and his face could not be seen.It's just that he holds a cane in his left hand, and his humble appearance does not attract the attention of others.

The soldiers looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of them in horror, and found that their whole body was stiff and unable to move.

If Bai Yi and Li Yuchen were here, they would definitely be able to tell that this voice was that of the Yue Clan's witch clan wizard style!

Only after hearing the sound of the wind not slowing down, countless red marks as thin as hair suddenly appeared on a soldier's body, so densely packed that it was frightening to see.

Then, a man wearing a white cloak who was about the size of a seven or eight-year-old child walked over briskly, followed by a boy who was as tall as him wearing a red cloak and a red ghost mask.

A closer look reveals that the boy in the white cloak has a pair of unusually beautiful and delicate hands.

There are ten black rings on those hands. There is nothing special about the ordinary rings, but people dare not look directly at them.

Only at a very close distance can it be discovered that there are countless transparent threads on the boy's ring.

And the other end of the thread was connected to the joints of the red-clothed boy beside him.

The young man in red standing quietly beside him turned out to be a puppet just like a real person!

Jing raised his head slightly, and lifted the cloak hat that covered his head, revealing a delicate and beautiful face of a young man. After realizing that everyone was infatuated at the moment when he revealed his face, he slightly raised his bright red face. A startling smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

He stretched out his hand slowly and snapped his fingers lightly.

After a crisp sound, the soldier covered in blood all over his body suddenly exploded, like a bright flower of death blooming on the ground in an instant.

The rest of the people immediately looked at the boy called Mirror with terrified eyes.

This... This is clearly the King of Hades from hell!

That bloody and cruel method doesn't look like a child at all.

Then Jing looked back at Feng and smiled innocently: "It seems that there is no way. Does Feng feel dirty?"

Feng Moran glanced at him silently, turned around and walked forward, "I'll follow after I've solved it myself."

Jing immediately nodded excitedly, and then looked at the group of soldiers who had been pinned down with a malicious smile.

After a while, he caught up with the wind who was not far away.

Half an hour later, the soldiers standing guard at the head of Heishui City, which is closest to Yuezhi, saw a dark cloud gradually approaching from a distance...

This day, the first year of Shengren, the fourth day of August, is the most important day in the history of Tang Dynasty.

The Tang Dynasty, which has been glorious for more than 200 years, was involved in the war initiated by the Yue clan on this day.It was also from this day that wars began to ravage the land of China.

But at this moment, before the smoke of the war spread the news, Chishui, an important town on the northern border, had been reduced to ruins trampled by Yueshi's iron cavalry.

Feng stood at the head of Chishui city, looking into the distance indifferently.

There, there is their unparalleled glory.

But now, no one can stop their decision and pace of regaining glory.

"Feng, why don't you say that the newly enthroned emperor of the Central Plains hasn't sent troops to support the people here? Could it be that his news is so ill-informed?" Jing Bai sat bored on the top of the city, which was more than three feet high, dangling his legs and shaking them. Yes, curiously turned around and asked Feng.

Feng replied lightly: "He is just waiting for an opportunity. Li Chenhuan's thoughts are much bigger than it looks. If we don't take the opportunity to win a few more cities, how can we be worthy of his intentional behavior?"

Hearing this, Jing looked at Feng in puzzlement: "You said he did it on purpose?"

Feng raised his head, nodded slightly, and said, "He has interests related to the Tianyao Sect. The Tianyao Sect is now the most powerful force of demons in the world. The information channels they control are even inferior to ours. Li Chenhuan will not know that Chishui has been taken by us. Although the two places are thousands of miles away, Li Chenhuan will definitely know the news here within an hour."

After a pause, Feng continued: "There is a word in the Central Plains called Shichu is famous. If he wants to send troops in a legitimate way, he must have a justifiable reason. Moreover, this reason can support him to fight against Chishui, and even expand his army. Tang's territory, including the Yueshi within their territory."

Jing's beautiful eyes widened immediately: "He wants to attack Yuezhi?"

Feng hummed, but before he could answer, a voice continued to answer Jing's question: "Although I have never seen that Tang prince, well, I should say he is the emperor. But I can say that I know him well, He has big ambitions."

Looking back in the mirror, I saw a tall man in a black cloak walking up the city wall unhurriedly, with his hands behind his back and a warm smile on his face.

"Xizhu?" Jing slightly raised his eyebrows, and then showed an ambiguous smile, "Why don't you go train your little wild horse? Have you tamed him already?"

Xizhu glanced at the mirror indifferently, and replied: "There is no need to bother you about this matter. Chishui is just a town in Cangzhou, and we cannot stay here for long. It is better to capture Cangzhou as soon as possible."

Feng stood quietly by the side, noncommittal to Xizhu's words.

Xizhu didn't care too much, he knew that Li Chenhuan would let Cangzhou, because after Cangzhou there was another Qingzhou, which was the first line of defense in the north that Li Chenhuan really used to resist the invasion of foreign enemies.

It's just that even though he knew it, he knew it, but the city that Li Chenhuan voluntarily gave up and the city he conquered by himself are definitely two different concepts.

If Li Chenhuan gave him a city, there would definitely not be any food, grass and materials he needed left in it, but an empty city. This is definitely not good news for him.

"Your Majesty, the Seventeenth Prince has woken up." A slave knelt in the distance and reported humbly.

Xizhu's eyes immediately changed, and then he responded lightly, turned his head to Feng and Jing with a faint smile, and said, "You two witches, continue talking."

With that said, he turned around and walked down the city in great strides.

And under the city, in the bedroom of Xizhu's temporary residence, Langya gradually woke up, and saw the golden curtains hanging down one after another.

He found himself in a strange place, and was about to get up to check where it was, when he suddenly felt a tearing pain from somewhere under his body, and he let out a scream unexpectedly, only to find that his voice was also hoarse Incomparable.

Then he was horrified to find that all the bones in his body were in severe pain as if a group of wild wild horses had stepped over him, and he was completely naked, his wheat-colored skin was covered with purple and cyan fingerprints and Hickey.

In an instant, these imprints unearthed the plots that were almost buried deep in his memory.

The night before Dajun decided to go to Datang, he went to see Xizhu, trying to persuade him again.Although he knew that he would definitely not change Xizhu's mind, but he didn't want to just sit on the sidelines.

As for Xizhu, as always, he chatted with him gently, and even poured him a cup of tea.

Somewhat flattered, after drinking that cup of tea, he felt a little hot in his body.

Next...

Those blushing and heart-pounding memories made him feel ashamed, but with seven points of anger and three points of... grievance.

Did that person... leave after eating?

"Are you awake?" Xizhu pushed open the door, and saw Langya who was barely leaning against the bed with a complex and pale complexion, and suddenly felt that he looked very pleasing to the eye, even the marks on his chest that he personally branded were very cute.

As a result, the smile on his face became even warmer.

Langya was startled by the smile on his face, and the anger in his heart was naturally extinguished.

There is no way, facing Xizhu, who has long been prestige in his heart, just one look from the other side is enough to make his hands and feet cold.

So he swallowed dryly, shook his head unnaturally, and replied in a hoarse voice: "Yes."

"I asked someone to make your favorite porridge, drink some." Xizhu sat on the side of the bed, looking at Langya with great pity.

Langya's face turned red involuntarily.

He lowered his eyelids slightly, and then suddenly asked as if he remembered something: "Where are we?"

Xizhu replied lightly: "Chishui City."

"Chishui? Did you sneak in with me?" Langya asked eagerly.

Xizhu asked without answering, "Are you happy to return to the city where you grew up?"

Are you happy?

Langya was stunned for a while, and a heavy intuition suddenly appeared in his heart.