Your Highness, the Proton of the Book, forgive me

The letter came after a thousand rains.

He spoke earnestly and pleaded with all his might, saying that Babur had raised his troops to Qianyu City, and asked Jiang Jimin to rush to help Qianyu City for the sake of the good relationship between the two countries, Qin and Jin.

As for the conditions, please feel free to mention Jiang Jimin.

Qian Zuisheng entered the account, Jiang Xianjing didn't look up, but only reached out to him.

The two cuddled up to each other and read the letter, Jiang Xian turned his head in shock: "What do you think?"

There was no one else in the tent, so Qian Zuisheng simply pulled Jiang Xian to sit in his arms in shock: "It's hard to tell the truth from the fake."

Jiang Xian nodded in shock: "It's also expected."

"Ok?"

Qian Zuisheng rubbed against Jiang Xian's frightened neck.

Jiang Xianjing was a little uncomfortable, but he didn't struggle: "When you fell asleep, I wrote letters to Qian Yuhou and Babur respectively."

"Huh?" Qian Zui's voice surrounded Jiang Xianjing's waist.

"I told Qian Yuhou that Qianyeran was doing well, and at the same time told Babur that Qian Yuhou was looking for me for Tianlai Khan. Should I give it or not?"

"Why are you so thin?"

Obviously, Qian Zuisheng's interest was all in Jiang Xianjing, and he didn't care what he said.

"Hey... are you a dog... don't make trouble... get down to business..."

Qian Zuisheng was not like this before, besides, this is a military camp, the time and place are favorable, there is no suitable place.

Jiang Xian pushed a few times in shock but did not push, and let the sound of Qianzui have fun.

Only the generals who just got the news outside were waiting for Jiang Xianjing to discuss matters under the scorching sun.

At dusk, Ah Xiang finished changing the medicine for Mo Zhuang, and Jiang Xian was surprised that there were still many generals standing outside the army tent.

Wei Su stood outside the military tent like an iron rod, not letting anyone in.

Whoever asks is because the prince and concubine are discussing matters, so they cannot be disturbed.

The generals were so anxious that they kept wandering outside, and finally made a noise inside, but Jiang Xianjing was nowhere to be seen. Qian Zuisheng was sitting in the seat, replying to Qian Yuhou's letter.

Lei Wu opened his eyes wide: "Princess, where is the prince?"

"My lord felt the wind and cold occasionally, so he took a rest."

The generals all lowered their heads tacitly, but Mo Zhuang was straightforward: "When did it happen? Do you want to invite Ah Xiang to take a look?"

"That's right, that's right, I didn't expect that Ah Xiang's medical skills are so good at such a young age, let him take a look, it will be all right." Lei Wu hurriedly agreed.

Li Qiao covered his lips and coughed lightly, Qianzui put away his pen and ink: "No need..."

After speaking, he handed the letter in his hand to Wei Su: "Find someone smart and send it to Qianyu City."

Wei Cang stepped forward first: "This is the princess?"

Qian Zuisheng waved his hand, "This is my invitation to Anxin, if Mr. Wei doesn't mind, you can open it and have a look."

He said it casually, but Wei Cang was puzzled, even though he knew it was very inappropriate to do so, he still opened it.

Qian Zuisheng tried his best to be restrained and polite in his words, and the whole text was full of nonsense greetings, and he didn't mention the war in a word.

One can imagine how panicked and helpless Qian Yudi and Qian Yuhou would feel when they saw such a reply.

Wei Cang looked at Qian Zuisheng, who was sitting upright, with complicated eyes, which finally turned into a disappointed sigh.

The generals looked at each other, and Qian Zuisheng made a gesture of invitation: "If you are interested, you can pass it around. I am still very confident in my calligraphy."

Jiangling's generals have all lived and died with Qian Zuisheng on the battlefield.

In order to keep the Jiangling army, Qian Zuisheng risked his life to go back to his mother country to rob Qianyeran and solve Xiao'angu's predicament.

Naturally, the whole army deeply believed in his position.

Hearing what he said, everyone laughed and expressed their desire to appreciate Wang Hao's calligraphy.

"Yes, that's how it should be, Qian Yuhou has a heart of snakes and scorpions, she deserves to be subjugated!" Mo Zhuang was indignant.

"The general is right. I saw smoke rising from the direction of Qianyu City earlier. I think the Gaochang army has already started to attack. It's really satisfying...haha..." Lei Wu was so excited that his face was flushed.

The generals said something to each other, and the tent suddenly became lively.

Qian Zuisheng's face didn't change at all, but when everyone was talking more and more excitedly, the volume was raised, he pointed to the screen behind him, and signaled everyone to keep their voices down.

Wei Cang looked around at the crowd, and suddenly he was kneeling upright in front of Qian Zuisheng: "Prince, I have a request, and I hope the prince will fulfill it."

There was no sound in the military tent.

This was the first time Wei Cang called Qian Zuisheng "Prince" in front of people after the war.

It was only then that everyone realized that in the tent, there was still the imperial censor who was in charge of the soldiers and horses of the Qianyu Kingdom.

Qian Zuisheng's expression remained calm: "Old Wei, but it's okay to say."

Wei Cang bowed to the ground and saluted: "Prince, my Qianyu Country has a vast territory, and I have been eating vegetarian food for many years. Now that the family and the country are in trouble, I should take the lead and be loyal to the country. Please let the prince do it, let the minister go back!"

Mo Zhuang looked worried: "But in the current situation, if you go back, it's like hitting a stone with an egg."

"Pray for the prince's fulfillment."

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Wei Cang's forehead slammed down on the ground.

Blood flowed, and everyone present was moved by it.

"Father." Wei Su's eyes turned red, and he also knelt down.

Taking advantage of people's unpreparedness, Nu Yi grabbed a piece of snack from Qian Zui Sheng's table and was chewing it with great relish.

Qian Zuisheng's gaze passed over the crowd, the outside of the tent was pitch black, without a single ray of light.

After a long time, he sighed deeply: "Forget it, Mr. Wei has such a heart, so let's go!"

"Thank you, Prince, for your success."

Wei Cang got up in a hurry, took a deep look at Wei Su, and walked out of the tent without looking back.

"Father, master."

Wei Su's voice trembled.

Qian Zuisheng stared straight at Wei Su: "Go if you want! Take your personal guards and live well."

Wei Su's tears flickered: "Thank you, master, for your success."

Nu stopped chewing the biscuit, jumped onto Wei Su's neck, and forgot to use ventriloquist in a hurry, babbling and shaking his head while pointing at Qian Zui's voice.

Wei Su didn't shake him off his shoulder this time, but patted his calf gently: "Be obedient, take good care of master."

Qian Zuisheng stretched out his hand towards Nu Yi, and Nu Yi reluctantly came down.

In the darkness of night, Wei Sugang led his war horse out.

Li Qiao panted and trotted over: "General Wei, Li Qiao handed Wei Su the armor in his hand."

Wei Su was stunned, he came out in a hurry and didn't wear armor.

"Thank you..."

Wei Su reluctantly smiled and thanked.

Li Qiao turned around and pulled out his war horse.

"No, no, this is too expensive, I can't take it." Wei Su waved his hand quickly.

Li Qiao smiled faintly: "My lord rewarded me Mo Jimo from His Highness the Crown Prince, but Mr. Wei didn't ride a horse."

Wei Su didn't know what to say, but being moved, she subconsciously opened her arms and hugged Li Qiao tightly.

"Live!" Li Qiao shouted while looking at Wei Su's back.

As soon as he turned his head, Qian Zuisheng appeared behind him at some point, with no emotion in his clear eyes.

He was holding Liebo, holding the armor in his hand.

"Father……"

Wei Su rode alone and quickly followed Wei Cang who was on foot.

In the distance of Qianyu City, the flames were burning into the sky, and the wailing was endless. The white-haired Wei Cang and Wei Su looked at each other and smiled, and galloped in the direction of that house.