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What people never expected was that the death predicted by the national teacher would come so quickly.
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In the twenty-first year of Qingyun, that is, the second year after Beiming was destroyed, disturbances broke out at the northern border between Daqing and various tribes.
The Wuxiang Palace, which has been disrupting Daqing's rule for a long time, has already been secretly heading north, harvesting the northern border territory.
Wuxiang Palace has accumulated a lot of power in the past one or two years. The mysterious palace lord wiped out more than a dozen tribes in the north. The palace lord was embraced as the new leader of the north among the tribes who were convinced or threatened.
And its power has been continuously expanding southward, and it has the momentum to win Daqing thousands of miles in one fell swoop.
But the identity of the palace lord is still a mystery, and the dragon is mysterious and unpredictable.
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In the peach-colored valley, pink and white flowers rain down on every corner of the mountain.
A woman with a pretty face and red lips was sitting on a swing frame made of ivy, enjoying it lazily and comfortably, narrowing her cool eyes and gently opening her lips.
"But did you find out about the owner of Wuxiang Palace?"
There was a conspicuous centipede scar on his forehead. The man frowned and lowered his eyes, and knelt on the ground on one knee, "Subordinates are useless."
"The people in the Wuxiang Palace are full of tricks, and almost all the people caught have their mouths closed, and they can't interrogate their palace master."
What's more, Xuege pretended to cooperate with Wuxiang Palace before, but in the end turned against the water and took the people of Wuxiang Palace into an army, so the people of Wuxiang Palace hated them even more.
"waste."
The woman opened her eyes, and for no reason added a burst of sternness, "Wuxiang Palace has already extended its hand to Chang'an, if we drag it on, the entire northern border will become his possession!"
She really did not expect that the Mistress of Wuxiang Palace would be such a cunning person, not to mention rejecting Xuege's visit earlier, but now he has single-handedly harvested more than a dozen tribes in the northern border and claimed to be the leader.
She felt a little familiar with such methods.
"No matter what, the northern border must not fall into the hands of others."
Whether it was before or after the country was destroyed, Beiming Ruixue never concealed her ambition at all.
Rong Tan lowered his head slightly, tentatively speaking out his plan.
"Nowadays most of the tribes in the northern border have surrendered to Wuxiang Palace, their strength is evident. Since they also hate Daqing deeply, we might as well cooperate with them..."
"What is his Wuxiang Palace? I, Beiming Ruixue, am the upright orthodox Beiming royal family, the most honorable princess in the northern region!"
As soon as Rong Tan finished speaking, Beiming Ruixue severely stopped him. Looking at her fierce eyes, Rong Tan hesitated to speak, and dared not say anything else.
"That's all."
After a while, Beiming Ruixue finally looked away coldly, looking down at Rong Tan on the ground.
"Notify the people in Chang'an that it's time to do something."
It was just a moment of slack, and someone else took advantage of such a big loophole.
However, Wuxiang Palace set a fire in Chang'an, and the rumors spread to all the border ministries, which was not bad for them. Taking advantage of the east wind to gain momentum was not something Wuxianggong and his family could use.
Since he does not intend to leave a way out for others since Wuxiang Palace is arbitrarily determined, then each depends on his own ability.
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There has always been a sense of chill in Chang'an City recently.
It must be because they have heard about the recent turmoil in the northern border. After all the ministries have met, almost all of them have put the return on the agenda. After all, no one knows whether the next fire in Wuxiang Palace will burn on their own house.
Duoduo also met with Emperor Qing on the second day, and voluntarily gave up his marriage proposal to Nan Qingmian.
The covenant between Xirong and Daqing was declared to have failed.
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Outside Chang'an City.
For dozens of miles across the border, there was silence.
The two parties confronted each other, and neither was willing to give in. Su You stared at Duduo on the opposite side with a posture of a calf.
"I did what you asked... Su Changjin."
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(end of this chapter)