The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

Late at night.

The banks of Jinling River are decorated with lights and people are bustling about. The lights are bright and the sounds of wine and women are endless.

The colorful lights illuminate the rushing Jinling River, and the water splashes several meters high, making the river even more beautiful.

As the Song Dynasty fell into crisis, Fenghuaxueyue's business seemed to gradually recover, with more people coming in and out.

Murong Wan'er was leaning on the third floor of the attic, wearing the most vivid red dress. Even in the dark night, she could not conceal her charming redness. She just lay on the chair, gazing at the other side of the Jinling River, where was the Great Wei Dynasty. There was a hint of coldness in the depths of her eyes.

She took a deep breath, stretched out her hand and picked up the luminous cup in front of her. The red color of the wine inside was extremely bright and the aroma was pure. It was a gift from Ye Feng to her.

He gently brought the wine glass to his lips and took a sip of the mellow wine, seeming to be a little hesitant and confused.

"Miss, it's so late, why don't you rest?"

Footsteps were heard, and Granny Yu walked up from the stairs on the second floor. There was worry in her old eyes. She naturally knew why Murong Wan'er was not resting so late.

"Do you think Ye Feng can lead the Song Dynasty through this disaster?"

Murong Wan'er tasted the wine and asked Grandma Yu leisurely.

“It’s difficult. It’s really difficult!”

Granny Yu didn't think too much and answered directly. She had followed Murong Wan'er in Jinling City for several years and she knew the situation of the Song Dynasty very well. If Ye Feng hadn't come and forcibly extended the life of the Song Dynasty, its demise would have been a matter of time.

However, no matter how capable Ye Feng was, he had only been in the Song Dynasty for one year, which was really too short.

The current Song Dynasty, at most, has the fighting power to face the Western Shu Dynasty. Trying to face both the Jin Dynasty and the thriving Wei Dynasty at the same time is like hitting a rock with an egg. I'm afraid it's not far from destruction.

"What do you think? If an army appears in the southwest of the Wei Dynasty, can it kill its way from Xin'an City to the capital of the Wei Dynasty at lightning speed?" Murong Wan'er narrowed her eyes slightly. When she spoke, Granny Yu frowned slightly. She didn't know much about marching and fighting, and she hadn't studied the map of the Wei Dynasty.

As she spoke, Murong Wan'er stood up and walked to a place not far away. She took out a map and slowly spread it out. It was covered with densely packed texts, covering almost every region and dynasty in the entire Kyushu.

Murong Wan'er was pointing outside Xin'an City, where the words "Taiyue Dynasty" were written.

"Miss, do you want to unite with the Taiyue Dynasty to attack the Wei Dynasty?" Although Granny Yu didn't know how to march and fight, she understood Murong Wan'er's meaning.

"The Emperor of Taiyue Dynasty is very old and has long lost interest in expanding territory. It is almost impossible to expect him to take advantage of the situation and attack the Wei Dynasty. Otherwise, Lin Xiaoxiang might not dare to mobilize the army to attack the Song Dynasty."

Murong Wan'er's charming face showed an orderly analysis. At this moment, she was looking at the map of the entire Kyushu, strategizing and becoming more and more capable.

"What does that mean, young lady?"

Grandma Yu didn't understand what Murong Wan'er meant. If the Taiyue Dynasty didn't send troops, where would the army come from to attack Xin'an City?

"I want to lead the troops there myself."

When Murong Wan'er's words rang out, Granny Yu's expression suddenly became worried: "Miss, marching and fighting is not an ordinary matter. If you are not careful, you will be in danger. Moreover, you are leading troops to the territory of the Taiyue Dynasty. A strong dragon cannot suppress a local snake. It will be difficult to deal with it when the time comes."

"Humph! Lin Xiaoxiang is such a fool. He left such a good and wise minister behind. He is jealous. I want to help Ye Feng at this time."

Murong Wan'er's face was filled with anger. She wanted Ye Feng's assistance but couldn't get it. However, Lin Xiaoxiang received Ye Feng's full support, but not only was she ungrateful, she repaid his kindness with enmity, which really made her jealous.

"The 18 Qianyun riders plus 20,000 cavalry are enough to threaten the capital of Wei and tie down Lin Xiaoxiang's attention and military strength."

When she heard that Murong Wan'er actually wanted to mobilize the Eighteen Qianyun Riders, Grandma Yu's old eyes were filled with horror.

She knew about the Eighteen Riders of Qianyun. All the eighteen cavalrymen were trained by Murong Wan'er's mother since they were very young. They were loyal to Murong Wan'er's mother. Since Murong Wan'er's mother passed away, they had been following Murong Wan'er secretly. Each of them was a junior master if taken individually.

"Ugh!"

At this time, Murong Wan'er couldn't help but sigh.

"On the contrary, what I am most worried about now is not Lin Xiaoxiang, nor the Great Jin Dynasty and the Western Shu Dynasty, but my father."

"Given his personality, if the three great dynasties attacked the Song Dynasty, it would be a lose-lose situation, and he would definitely get involved."

Murong Wan'er knew her father's temper very well. The other party had long wanted to go south and destroy the Song Dynasty, so there was no reason for her not to take advantage of the opportunity.

Once Murong Boheng uses military force against the Song Dynasty, no matter how capable Ye Feng is, he cannot cook without rice, and the Song Dynasty will undoubtedly be destroyed.

"Miss, you have done your best for Ye Feng. Even if the Song Dynasty is destroyed, he will have no reason to blame you."

Granny Yu was also helpless. Murong Wan'er was a proud daughter of heaven, and many young talents worshipped her like a goddess. But she was devoted to Ye Feng and always considered him.

……

early morning.

Madam Xinling closed her eyes and stayed outside Huo Yun's training room for three days and three nights. Even after a night of tossing and turning, her face was still flushed and she was still asleep.

Ye Feng quietly got up and put on his clothes without disturbing the beautiful woman's sweet dream, and quietly walked out of Madam Xinling's room.

Madam Xinling in the room opened her eyes, looked at Ye Feng's back as he turned around, a satisfied smile appeared on her face, she shrank her head and continued to sleep sweetly.

He followed Cai Pei's lead and came to the outside of Huo Yun's practice room.

woohoo hoo...

Just when he was about ten meters away from the yard, he heard the sound of wind whistling in his ears. It was Huo Yun, who had just broken through the realm and was constantly honing his spear skills.

……

Outside Jinling City.

An old man in a grey robe, neither tall nor thin, with a slightly travel-stricken look.

He was Zhang Yi, the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty. After more than ten days of long journey, he finally arrived outside the city of Jinling of the Song Dynasty.

Looking up at the Jinling City in front of me, the ancient and desolate city walls are full of traces of time.

Oh...

Taking a deep breath, he took a step forward and entered Jinling City, where he saw the ancient and quaint Jinling City.

Feeling the weather environment in Jinling City, he understood why the Wei Dynasty and other three dynasties united to destroy the Song Dynasty.

As the saying goes, a common man is not guilty of having a jade in his possession!

What's more, the environment in the territory of the Song Dynasty has distinct seasons, abundant resources, and is suitable for living. Which emperor would not want such a territory?