That night Nie Jia fell asleep quickly due to being slightly drunk, Shi Chen still leaned against the bed and gently comforted him on his back, for fear that he would have nightmares because of his loss of control tonight.
And some people can't sleep at night.
After being tortured, Sikong Han was taken to General Yunhui's mansion by Jun Zhangyue with his body torn apart. Although Jun Changyue is King Jing, he has never left the palace to build a mansion, so he can only place Sikong Han in the general's mansion, and he himself follows in and out, and he can't care about other people's speculation at this time.
"He's so cruel..." Jun Zhangyue applied medicine to Sikong Han with tears in his eyes, looking at the wound on his back, his hands trembled with grief and anger.
"He's not Jun Changsheng, he's definitely not Jun Changsheng." Sikong Han muttered while laying on the bed, gritting his teeth, not knowing whether he really doubted that, or refused to believe that he just felled like this.
Jun Zhangyue sobbed and said: "Of course he is not, he is no longer the Jun Changsheng you and I knew when we were young."
"How could his legs be healed?" Sikong Han stared fiercely at a certain place in the room, the pain in his back made him grit his teeth and frown.
Jun Zhangyue couldn't tell. He left Zhuolu City after Sikong Han was shot. When he left, Brother Wang was still crippled. When he came back half a year later, Brother Wang was miraculously cured, and his martial arts were so superb that even Sikong Han was no match …
It is indeed too wrong!
They didn't believe in ghosts and gods at first, but Sikong Han was able to be reborn, and Jun Changsheng was the King of Yan Kingdom. Could it be that there was really help from God
Jun Zhangyue looked solemn, and asked in a low voice: "Brother Wang targeted you so much at the palace banquet, did you find out?"
"Impossible!" Sikong Han propped himself up and got off the bed, pacing the room irritably, "If he knew, it would be as simple as fifty lashes."
Jun Zhangyue nodded: "Yes, according to Brother Wang's temperament, I'm afraid he will kill the Northwest Army."
"A Hunjun is a Hunjun, even if his legs are healed, he will become smarter without seeing it." Sikong Han said slowly: "I have been dead for half a year, and Qi Feng also let him kill him, but now the military planes in Zhuolu City are defending him. Still not moving at all, there is an air of power in his hands, does he really think that he can sit back and relax in the palace with Xuanjia by his side for the rest of his life?"
"Brother Wang has no intention of governing, it's a good thing for you and me." Jun Zhangyue smiled and took his hand, seeing that the bandage on his wrist was soaked with blood, he couldn't help but smile bleakly.
When Sikong Han was tortured, he found that the tendons in his hands were broken, and most of his internal energy was useless. He was so angry that he spit out blood, but he still had a little bit of luck in his heart. Jun Zhangyue is a genius doctor who was secretly sent by Daqidu to take him away. He must have a solution for such a small injury.
"Can it still recover?" Sikong Han looked down at Jun Zhangyue and asked anxiously.
Jun Zhangyue pursed her thin lips, breathing quickly: "You may not be able to use a sword in the future."
Sikong Han's pupils tightened, and he suppressed the turmoil in his heart and asked, "Even you can't help it?"
Jun Zhangyue was heartbroken and blamed himself, he shook his head in tears, feeling extremely distressed.
Sikong Han was stunned for a long time, then panting anxiously, he flipped the table over, and the cups shattered on the ground.
Jun Zhangyue quickly got up and hugged him. At this moment, he could do nothing but vent his emotions with tears. He is a reincarnated genius doctor, but his lover's tedumb is cut off, but he can only watch, powerless. This feeling is really desperate.
"Brother Wang's legs can heal, but your injury is far worse than his, and you will definitely recover. I will go to him the next day!" After a long time, Jun Zhangyue said firmly.
Here, General Yunhui's tendon and flesh were also beaten to pieces with fifty lashes, which was horrible. He didn't get down on the ground, but sat in the hall drinking heavily, frowning and looking contemplative.
Not long after, the soldiers came over and reported: "General, the left vanguard's hand is useless."
"Abandoned?" General Yun Hui frowned.
The soldier nodded and said: "I have heard His Royal Highness Jing said with his own ears that he will not even be able to lift a sword in the future. At this time, His Royal Highness Jing is taking care of him."
General Yunhui pondered for a moment, then sighed, "It's rare that there is another fierce general in the Northwest Army who can compete with Qi, but he is so useless, the king is so stupid."
The soldier hesitated and said: "General, this subordinate is talkative. The left vanguard respects Sikong Han and wants to do something for him, so he shouldn't have borrowed your hand like this. It is a treasonous criminal. Fortunately, the king did not blame him, otherwise you will be afraid today." It is impossible to come out of the palace alive. You promoted the left vanguard, but he used you in turn... What if the king ordered severe punishment tonight? The Northwest King is useless. If you die in the palace, according to the current military spirit, the Northwest Army But it belongs to Zuo Pioneer, after all, His Royal Highness King Jing has been helping him, general, you must not be careless."
General Yun Hui is a simple-minded man who only came to his senses after being reminded by his own soldiers.
What kind of person is Du Yuxian? No one dares to categorically say a few words. He was born out of nowhere and has superb martial arts. He has been in the army for four or five years but has never shown his talents. He only started to show his talents half a year ago. Such a forbearing person He must not be an ordinary person, he had too much trust in Du Yuxian before!
"Do you think he did it on purpose?" General Yun Hui's eyes flickered coldly.
The soldiers said decisively: "The left vanguard has absolutely no good intentions. Now there are many wars in Dayan. Although Nanyi has been pacified, the king has been ignoring it. Besides, Dayan's lack of troops may not be able to suppress it for a long time. At this time, the disaster for the country still belongs to Qi. General, can you help me?" Think for yourself."
General Yunhui slightly raised his hand to stop the soldiers before he continued, his eyes were already a little fluctuating.
At this moment a guard came in and said, "General, Duke Qing is here."
Duke Qing? General Yunhui became vigilant. He and Duke Qing had never met each other. In the past few years, he had been guarding the northwest with Sikong Han. Occasionally, when he returned to Zhuolu, he only met officials in the court hall. What about Duke Qing? He doesn't remember what he looked like, what is this old man doing here
After being reminded by his own soldiers, General Yunhui had already paid attention to him. When Qing Guogong brought gifts to express his condolences to his injury, General Yunhui exchanged pleasantries with him in a fake way. Caring really didn't say anything else, and left after drinking a cup of tea.
Afterwards, General Yunhui summoned his servants to ask questions, and Duke Qing indeed sent someone to visit Du Yuxian who lived in the side courtyard, but it is unknown what they talked about. Why did he come to condolences himself, it was clearly aimed at Du Yuxian, otherwise, with him as a stately prince, what is Du Yuxian a mere left vanguard, worthy of his personal condolences
Even Duke Qing of Zhuolu City can see that the heart of the Northwest Army is not Song Yuwei, but the little left vanguard
"General, the left vanguard must not be as simple as he appears." Said the soldier.
"Your Majesty is so stupid that he doesn't care about the military and government. We, the courtiers, can't follow His Majesty to mess around and ignore the people of Yan Kingdom." General Yun Hui sighed and said, "Now is the time for employing people, Zuo Xianfeng just needs to be on guard."
The soldiers said yes, no more words.
General Yunhui walked down the corridor, the wounds all over his body were shocking under the moonlight.
The soldier couldn't help but said: "Let's not talk about Zuo Xianfeng, you came back from meritorious service, and you were deceived by Zuo Xianfeng again, the king can make such a heavy hand..."
General Yun Hui raised his hand to stop it, and said calmly: "It's my fault that I didn't investigate and was cheated. The Sikong family are all treacherous criminals. There is no pardonable crime. It is a kindness that the king didn't kill me."
Speaking of which, the soldiers also had lingering fears. According to His Majesty's ferocious temperament, he thought that the general would surely die, but he did not expect that His Majesty still had a sense of reason.
General Yunhui stood under the porch looking at the bright moon in a daze, he couldn't help lamenting in his heart, the Yan Kingdom was on the verge of collapse, if Sikong Han hadn't rebelled on impulse, would the situation be much better with him
It's a pity that there is only one Sikong Han in this world. If he is a rebel, he deserves to die, and if he dies, he will be gone.
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In the early morning of the next day, two guards with knives entered General Yunhui's mansion to announce the king's order. The left vanguard, Du Yuxian, was ordered to dig up the graves, and within a day, he had to dig out all the bones of the rebels. He must go to Quweipo immediately.
Sikong Han was trembling all over when he knelt down to listen to the decree. At the palace banquet, he was kicked by Shi Chen and suffered internal injuries, and was whipped again. This Du Yuxian's body is no better than his previous body. He was extremely weak, not to mention that the wounds were fresh and excruciatingly painful, and a tendon in one hand was broken. How could he dig up forty-nine corpses in one day when he was so crippled
"There must be no mistake? Zuo Xianfeng is covered in bruises, even if he wants to dig a grave, at least wait until he recovers!" Jun Zhangyue yelled at the guard angrily.
The guard was unmoved, and cupped his hands and said: "Your Highness King Jing calm down, this is the king's order, and you are just conveying it on your behalf. Don't dare to miss a word. If His Highness King Jing has any doubts or dissatisfaction, you can go to The palace meets the king."
It was difficult for General Yunhui to say anything at this time, he just knelt aside and remained silent. He didn't bear any grudge against Du Yuxian for deceiving him earlier, but he had already piled up a thick embankment in his heart, especially he didn't want to get involved in the face of the relevant king's order.
Sikong Han felt grief and humiliation in his heart, seeing that General Yun Hui remained silent, he knew that today must be inevitable.
Jun Zhangyue was short of breath, and only heard Sikong Han's weak and deep voice, "This humble minister takes orders."
"Left Pioneer, please." As soon as the guard showed the way, he didn't allow the other person to breathe for a moment, and immediately wanted to escort him to Qu Weipo.
Jun Zhangyue was angry and impatient, so he rode his horse directly into the palace in a rage. The guards took him to Quweipo, they didn't have any helpers, they only gave Sikong Han a shovel, and asked him to dig out the newly buried corpses without touching the ground.
No one knew what Sikong Han was feeling at the moment, he didn't hold back his anger and rebelled against him but failed, implicating his whole family. After being reborn, he thought he had the chance to win, but when he returned to Zhuolu City, he couldn't calm down and entrusted General Yunhui to bury his family's remains, and let the faint king beat him for nothing. The pains on the body are trivial matters, the restlessness of the souls of the family members is what makes Sikong Han sad the most.
He went down with a shovel, and a skull was turned out of the black mud.
Sikong Han's eyes turned red in an instant, he gritted his teeth tightly, all the strength in his body was drained at this moment, he knelt down with his knees bent, and tears filled the desolate Quweipo.
With a crackling sound, Sikong Han's back was thrown with a whip by the guard, and there was a burning pain immediately.
"Left Pioneer, it's not that we want to embarrass you. If you can't finish this job before dark and lose your life, we are doing it for your own good. Don't procrastinate." The guard shook the whip in his hand and said: You can't be resurrected, we won't go to the king to tell you what you look like, just pretend you didn't see it, sorry."
Sikong Han gritted his teeth and did not speak. He clenched the shovel in his hand without saying a word. The more pain he felt, the less sadness he saw in his eyes. In the end, it was all replaced by strong hatred!
Faint king! One day I want you to be buried with the Sikong clan!
Here, Jun Zhangyue rode across the palace on horseback. He was King Jing, and no one stopped him. He let him gallop all the way to the gate of Chiyun Palace.
While Nie Jia was still sleeping, Jun Zhangyue broke into Chiyun Palace all the way, but was stopped by two Xuanjias outside the sleeping hall.
"Get out of the way!" Jun Zhangyue pushed, but didn't push, he was so anxious that he could open his mouth to bite someone!
Xuanjia 21 doesn't recognize anyone except the king, and he is not used to King Jing's stink at all. Seeing that he was going to make a big noise and disturb the king's rest, a Xuanjia directly drew a knife in his hand and put it on King Jing's neck On the floor, he warned with a murderous look: "You are courting death."
The blood that rushed to Jun Zhangyue's forehead instantly cooled down because of the murderous intent on the blade, his face turned slightly pale, he took a step back and said calmly: "I want to see Brother Wang."
"Your Majesty is resting. If you want to see me, I will wait here. If your Majesty wants to see you, you will naturally be summoned." Xuan Jia put the knife back into its sheath, as indifferent as two big ice lumps.
Jun Zhangyue was willing to wait, he thought of Sikong Han who was digging the grave in Quweipo, and he became very anxious. Everyone thought it was just physical labor, only Jun Zhangyue understood that those were Sikong Han's family members, and he had to personally dig out the dead family members' bodies one by one, how painful was the whole process? ! Jun Zhangyue's heart ached to death just thinking about it.
But with Xuan Jia standing in the way, Jun Zhangyue couldn't make any progress, so he could only wait outside.
Xuan Jia's indifferent attitude caused Jun Zhangyue to develop some subtle resentment in the center of the waiting process.
He is also a prince of the royal family of Yan, and he is the first son of the brother Wang and his mother, but Xuanjia twenty-one is just obeying the order of the king, and he is not in the eyes of King Jing... Even the courtiers do not Such courage!
It's hard to say that Brother Wang didn't order this. Sure enough, he never regarded himself as a younger brother after ascending to the throne.
Nie Jia was slightly drunk last night, so she was already up at this time on weekdays and fell asleep today. Jun Zhangyue waited patiently outside for a stick of incense. Seeing that the sun was getting bigger and bigger, his cheeks were flushed with sweat, and he was thinking about Sikong Han who was tortured at Quweipo, so he finally couldn't bear it anymore and turned his head with a flick of his sleeves He ran out of Chiyun Palace.
Qu Weipo was scorching hot from the poisonous sun. When Jun Zhangyue rushed back to Qu Weipo, Sikong Han was gritting his teeth to dig up the bones in the ground. His eyes were red, his face was covered with sweat, and the wound on his body had obviously been torn His clothes were soaked in blood, and he looked like a walking dead.
"Drink some water." Jun Zhangyue walked over, and handed him a pot of water with thin tears in his eyes.
The guards pretended not to see it, and enjoyed the coolness under the shade of the trees.
Looking at Sikong Han's weak appearance, Jun Zhangyue just wanted to cry, this is the patron saint of Yan Kingdom, when did he suffer such humiliation!
"He doesn't want to see me." Jun Zhangyue held Sikong Han's little finger aggrievedly, blaming himself for his helplessness.
"So what can I do if I see him, don't take it to heart." Sikong Han raised his head to drink up the clear water, and as usual pampered Jun Changyue's head to show comfort, but his voice was a little more inaudible indifference.
No one can help him.
Standing on Quweipo, Sikong Han looked at Zhuolu City, his eyebrows filled with an extremely uncomfortable murderous desire.
"It doesn't matter." Sikong Han murmured expressionlessly.
On this day, Sikong Han finally dug out all forty-nine corpses before lighting the lamps, and hung them to dry under the moonlight of Quweipo.
When he returned to the General's Mansion, he developed a high fever. As soon as he fell ill, Jun Zhangyue took care of him for a long time and made medicine for him to drink, and then re-bandaged the wound. He sighed melancholy when he watched him fall into a drowsy sleep. tone.
After a whole day of physical labor, Sikong Han's right hand, which had already had its tendons severed, was completely useless. After the wound healed, it was unknown whether he would be able to write with a pen, not to mention holding a sword.
Jun Zhangyue's eyes were red, why did it become like this, Sikong Han was reborn, he thought it was God's will, they worked together to stabilize the army in the Northwest, only when they return to Zhuolu this time, can the General be able to return to the Northwest, within two or three years Can monopolize military power. But why did he lose his hand after only a day or two after returning to Zhuolu!
Jun Zhangyue wept for a long time, he watched Sikong Han by the bedside for a while before leaving the General's Mansion.
As soon as he left, Sikong Han turned over, the pain all over his body made him gnash his teeth, his dark and dull eyes stared at the wall, his eyes were full of hatred.
General Yun Hui was wrapped in a bandage and sat on the roof blowing the wind. Looking at Jun Zhangyue's back wiping away tears, he looked in the direction of the side courtyard thoughtfully. His Highness King Jing really cared about Zuo Pioneer.
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In the dead of night, there were no lights in Zhuolu City.
When Jun Zhangyue found Nie Jia, he was standing on the city wall with the king's flag fluttering in the night wind. He was dressed in a black brocade robe, handsome and dignified. His eyes were as bright as stars, full of calm deterrence, he was no longer the sick and crooked monarch who only knew how to kill people.
Jun Zhangyue looked at Feng Zhong's figure from a distance, feeling a little apprehensive in his heart.
"Brother Wang." He called softly as he walked by.
Nie Jia turned her head, her face expressionless, her eyes as cold as ice.
"You recovered from your leg illness, yet you didn't send a letter to your younger brother." Jun Zhangyue stood beside Nie Jia, and was surprised to find that Brother Wang was a few inches taller than him.
He was completely different.
"I won't send you a letter, you know now." Nie Jia said lightly.
"My younger brother served you for five years before, but it was of no help to your condition. I wonder which genius doctor treated Brother Wang. Can you recommend it to my younger brother?" Jun Zhangyue asked tentatively.
Nie Jia said: "No one, it's just that Shi Chen recruited Zhang Fangzi from the Nanyi palace, and it has a miraculous effect."
Nanyi palace? Jun Zhangyue's eyes lit up, Nanyi has always been mysterious and treacherous, and it is unknown if there is any way to connect the bones and renew the veins.
He was so nervous that a layer of sweat broke out on his palms, "That prescription, can I have a look at it?"
"Is your leg broken too?" Nie Jia smiled indifferently.
Jun Zhangyue was anxious and pleasantly surprised, and said patiently: "My brother is proficient in medical theory, so I am naturally curious about such things."
"You dare to be curious about things in Da Nei." Nie Jia's voice was not loud, but the coercion in it was as vast as the deep sea.
Jun Zhangyue was terrified for a moment, knowing that he couldn't get over it, and finally begged bluntly: "Brother Wang... the left vanguard's hand is already useless, please save him, if this continues, how will he carry his sword to the battlefield in the future to help you?" Serve life?"
"If it is abolished, it will be abolished. Is there no one in Yan Kingdom? But a left vanguard dares to think about my king's things." Nie Jia reprimanded displeased.
Jun Zhangyue chuckled, whether it was a wry smile or a sneer: "Are there still people in Yan Kingdom? Haven't they been almost killed by you? The only person who can rival Zhao Wushang, the number one fierce general of the Great Qi, is our God of War, Sikong Han. You killed Qi Feng, who was able to deal with it for a few rounds. If Zhao Wushang leads an army again, who do you plan to let fight? Song Yuwei? I'm afraid that if you can't beat Zhao Wushang with three moves, you will be challenged Get off your horse."
The Yan Dynasty is indeed clean. After the death of Sikong Han and Qi Feng, there will be no strong generals who can fight, but the mediocre General Yunhui is already the highest combat power. Because of this, in the original world Only after Zhong Si Konghan was reborn was he able to quickly monopolize the military power in the Northwest and easily kill him from the Northwest to the palace.
Also because of this, Nie Jia didn't bother to do anything since Sikong Han was reborn, and let him recruit troops in the northwest to strengthen his team, because there was really no need for it. For Jun Changsheng, the Kingdom of Yan was a toy buried with him, and it was already in jeopardy. Whatever Nie Jia did was useless.
"Zhao Wushang." Nie Jia murmured the name with interest.
Zhao Wushang is not only the number one fierce general in the Qi Kingdom, he can be said to be a famous general in the five kingdoms. It is said that one person can break through a city. He holds a world-renowned sword called "Lion Song" in his hand. In the end, he died at the hands of Sikong Han, making Sikong Han famous all over the world after this battle and becoming the real God of War.
Nie Jia was already very disappointed after probing Sikong Han's background at the palace banquet last night. Sikong Han can be said to be the number one person in the world data. First he killed Zhao Wushang and then besieged Xuanjia Twenty-one But I tried it last night, but it's just mediocre.
How about Zhao Wushang
"If I am willing, Zhao Wushang's head will hang here the next day." Nie Jia propped his hands on the city wall with an indifferent smile on his lips.
Jun Zhangyue knew what he was talking about, and said indignantly: "Yes, you have twenty-one Xuanjias by your side, but they are no more than twenty-one people. How can they compete with Qi's 100,000 troops?"
"Many things." Nie Jia frowned slightly, and gave Jun Zhangyue a displeased look.
Jun Zhangyue immediately suppressed the resentment in his eyes, but it was up to him whether Sikong Han's hand would recover, so he couldn't help but soften his tone and begged again: "Brother Wang, Sikong Han conspired against you and killed him, left What's wrong with Pioneer? He was just collecting the corpses of the Sikong clan. Under Sikong Han's tent, he had a deep respect for the former general and took the risk of beheading to collect the corpses for the Sikong clan. Wouldn't it show his love and righteousness? Besides, he is extremely brave, don't you feel it a pity to abandon such a good general?"
Nie Jia said: "Defying my order openly, such a disobedient person, what's the pity to abandon him?"
Jun Zhangyue said everything, but felt that the more he spoke, the more hopeless he became. He almost collapsed and took two steps back, lifted his robe and knelt down and said, "Brother Wang, please save him."
Jun Zhangyue really didn't want any face because of Sikong Han. There were still guards on the city wall, and he didn't care about kneeling and kowtowing in public for the sake of others.
Nie Jia looked down at Jun Zhangyue's slightly trembling shoulders, taking in his helplessness but remained unmoved.
Jun Zhangyue knelt for a long time before he heard a clear voice coming from above.
"First it was Sikong Han, now it's Du Yuxian, you knelt down and begged me for mercy several times for a man, are you a prince or a prostitute?" A sneer made Jun Zhangyue's heart beat like a drum, and her whole face flushed red.
Nie Jia watched Jun Zhangyue raise his head angrily, stood up and glared at him with disdain in his heart.
"I hate you...I hate you!" Jun Zhangyue never thought that his brother Wang would insult him like this. After shouting with tears in his eyes, he turned his head and was about to run away, but Nie Jia stepped forward and stopped him. Grab the throat.
"You hate me?" Nie Jia directly lifted Jun Zhangyue to the city wall under Jun Zhangyue's horrified eyes. Jun Zhangyue's feet were in the air. If he let go like this, he would fall to pieces!
"I gave your life. Since you want to hate me, you should give me back my life." He said lightly, not like a joke at all.
Jun Zhangyue was strangled by the neck and couldn't speak at all, so he could only struggle desperately to reveal his panic with his eyes.
Nie Jia slowly sneered, and threw Jun Zhangyue to the ground before he could suffocate.
Jun Zhangyue took a deep breath and coughed violently, and for a moment couldn't believe what he had just experienced.
"I said, if you dare to provoke me again in the future, I'll kill you." Nie Jia looked at Jun Zhangyue who was kneeling on the ground and coughing emotionlessly.
It was only at this time that Jun Zhangyue intuitively felt the threat of death. He was like a frightened rabbit, looking at his elder brother who loved and doted on him in fear.
"Run, you can run, I will spare your death." Nie Jia hooked his fingers, called the guards to fetch a bow and arrow, and slowly pulled out an arrow and put it on the bowstring.
Jun Zhangyue realized what he was going to do in an instant, and he still resisted in disbelief, but his reason had already driven him to stand up, turn around and run away.
Nie Jia drew his bow to the full moon, stared at Jun Changyue's back and let go, the sharp arrow tore through the air, rubbed Jun Changyue's calf and nailed it to the ground with a clang. Jun Zhangyue screamed in fright, and a line of blood was drawn on his calf. He turned his head in horror and saw that the king had taken a new arrow, and immediately ignored the wound on his leg, and continued to run away in a daze.
Fortunately, it was on the city wall, and Jun Zhangyue quickly ran down. An arrow was nailed to the corner where he disappeared, and the tail of the arrow was still trembling. If Jun Changyue had been at night for such a moment, blood might splash on the city wall up.
Nie Jia snorted disdainfully, threw the bow and arrow back to the guard, and ignored Jun Changyue who fled in a hurry.
Not long after, a flame ignited in the direction of Quweipo in the distance, Nie Jia's expression remained unchanged, he just looked at the flame and touched the position of his heart blankly.
The night was getting dark, and when Nie Jia just felt a little sleepy, he dropped a cloak on his shoulders, and then someone hugged him from behind and kissed him lightly on the crook of his neck.
"Hold me." Nie Jia fell back and rolled around Shi Chen's neck, "Can I rest in peace after being burned?"
Shi Chen picked him up, went down the city wall and returned to the palace, and whispered softly, "I don't know, your heart can rest in peace."
Nie Jia leaned on his shoulder and said, "My heart is on you, if you think it is at rest, then it is at rest."
Shi Chen smiled and kissed Nie Jia on the brow.
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The Northwest Army returned with great victories. Not only did the two generals at the palace banquet not receive any rewards, they were even beaten to pieces with a whip.
As soon as the news spread to the garrison outside the city, the more than 10,000 Northwest Army elites couldn't hold back. If General Yunhui hadn't ordered someone to stand by on the spot, the more than 10,000 Northwest Army who were filled with anger would have rushed forward. Enter Zhuolu City. They were punished not only because of General Yunhui and Zuo Xianfeng, but also because of the corpses of General Sikong’s family. If they knew that His Royal Highness King Jing, who was regarded as their patron saint, was almost shot to death by the tyrant, they would probably General Yunhui couldn't control the situation either.
Faith is indeed a very powerful force.
Xuan Jia also immediately reported the turbulent morale of the Northwest Army outside the city to Nie Jia.
The summer is getting hotter day by day. Nie Jia is lying half-dead under the gazebo playing chess with Shi Chen. He is so hot that he kicked off his shoes and dangled leisurely with his sapphire-like feet. Someone moved an ice basin to fan him.
Xuanjia who reported back and forth this time was a woman. Before Lie Yang could speak, Nie Jia called her into the gazebo while kneeling in Lie Yang, and let her talk with him after blowing the air.
Nie Jia didn't respond after hearing it, it was too hot, and she just wanted to lie on her stomach and not get up.
"What did Song Yuwei say?" Shi Chen sat next to Nie Jia with a big horse and a golden knife, the fan in his hand didn't stop for a moment, and the red beads and tiger teeth on his neck shook accordingly.
"Whoever incites the morale of the army will die." Xuan Jia said.
Shi Chen said: "Song Yuwei's brain is not working well, but his eyes can see quite clearly."
Nie Jia sneered, and said indifferently: "I punished Song Yuwei and Zuo Xianfeng, and the Northwest Army was excited. Presumably, they no longer regarded themselves as soldiers of Yan State, but soldiers under Sikong Han. Just like Sikong Han, whoever It’s the master who doesn’t even know. Just 10,000 soldiers stationed outside Zhuolu City dare to rebel, so one can imagine that the entire Northwest probably doesn’t even know who Jun Changsheng is.”
"Ten thousand people, my subordinates can kill them all within two days!" Xuan Jia said with bloodthirsty eyes.
"If so many people die outside the city, there will be a plague." Nie Jia yawned lazily. In this world, killing people can indeed solve the problem fundamentally, but killing the wrong person is not enough.
Since the Northwest Army outside the city had already been beaten by General Yunhui, Nie Jia didn't bother him anymore. After a few days of peace in the scorching summer, Jun Changyue didn't bother him anymore.
Firstly, Jun Zhangyue didn't have the guts to enter the palace again, and secondly, Sikong Han's injury should not be underestimated. Jun Zhangyue has been taking care of him in General Yunhui's residence, and has no time to bother Nie Jia.
Half a month later, Sikong Han finally didn't have to worry about the whip wounds on his body, but the severed tendons could not be restored, and two fingers had already lost feeling and could not move. In this case, let alone the sword, you can't even lift the chopsticks. For a person who practiced martial arts, not being able to lift a sword and losing his internal energy is tantamount to being crippled!
Soon Sikong Han's temper became irritable, and his hatred became more and more impossible to conceal.
Not long after a letter came from the northwest, there was a change in the state of Qi!
General Yunhui immediately asked for orders in the court hall to pull out the camp and return to the northwest.
Qi's collapse before was due to the presence of the left vanguard. Now the left vanguard is seriously injured and unable to play. Looking around, Yan has no one to use. If Zhao Wushang led the army to come this time, the consequences would be unimaginable!
The courtiers were worried and resentful, they killed everyone, what should they do now!
Nie Jia saw a group of old men whispering to each other below, and said calmly: "So, this king will go to the northwest in person."
The light and fluttering voice made the whole court hall quiet.
General Yun Hui looked at the throne in astonishment, his mouth opened for a long time, not knowing what to say.
"Let's retreat, Song Yuwei goes down to prepare, and breaks out the camp at noon today." Nie Jia stood up with her hands spread out, leaving behind a group of foolish courtiers, and walked away slowly.