The eldest lady is both a doctor and a warrior, they love her so much

"One, two, three... Even if I kill them all, I still can't beat you."

Hua Xin looked at the other assassins who were trembling with fear and keeping their mouths shut. There was fear in each of their eyes, as if at this moment their identity as assassins had disappeared with the death of their companions.

"Then Xinxin, don't bother yourself, just leave it to me."

A quarter of an hour later, the camp that was filled with murderous aura suddenly became quiet.

A total of forty people were killed.

"Leave their heads to my brother and his friends. And check if they have any tokens. If not, that's fine."

"Leave it all to me, and you just watch from the side."

Except for the heads, Nangong Ziqiu examined their bodies and then sprinkled corpse powder on them, leaving no trace at all.

As for the heads, he arranged them neatly one by one, making them look as if they were buried alive in the snow.

"I hope no one comes here so late at night, otherwise it would be scary."

Hua Xin thought about it and decided it would be better to cover it with a piece of cloth.

"No need to bother."

Noticing Hua Xin's actions, Nangong Ziqiu directly moved the simple shed next to him over. Covering it with a curtain, it was not so scary.

"Eating, drinking, sleeping, playing, and killing, is there anything my Zi Qiu can't do?"

"Is Xinxin satisfied with me?"

"Very satisfied. I hope you can continue to warm my bed when we get back."

"I will follow the young lady's orders."

"loquacious."

On February 13, 317th year of the Great Xia calendar, the 30,000 Great Xia troops engaged in a fierce battle with Tuoba Xianglei's 20,000 Northern Rong troops at Xueting Pass.

The result was that Tuoba Xianglei was defeated, and even the hostage Tuoba Zongzheng brought by Ye Lansheng was abandoned by him. He fled Xueting Pass overnight with the remaining 3,000 troops, and only breathed a sigh of relief when he broke into the city on the border of Beirong.

They hid in a mountain villa called Qingwan City in Beirong.

There were still many injured people among the 3,000 soldiers, so Tuoba Xianglei sent people to the city to invite doctors and buy medicinal materials, and he was very busy.

Who would have thought that on the third night, Tuoba Xianglei fell ill.

In the battle of Xueting Pass, Tuoba Xianglei was injured in the arm by Hua Moxuan's sword. He received emergency treatment later. He didn't take it seriously at the time. He didn't expect that it would catch fire now.

After checking, the accompanying military doctor found that the wound had healed well and should have nothing to do with the sword wound.

Doctors from the city were also invited. After several people discussed it, they concluded that the high fever was probably caused by typhoid fever due to the cold weather.

As long as the right medicine is used, this is not a problem.

After taking the medicine for treating typhoid fever, there was indeed a reaction, but it was for the worse.

Tuoba Xianglei had a high fever that wouldn't go away, and he eventually suffered convulsions and fell into a coma.

"How could this happen? These are clearly symptoms of typhoid fever, and the medicine prescribed is for typhoid fever!"

"Could it be typhoid fever?"

A young doctor asked in panic.

"If it's not typhoid fever, what could it be?" The accompanying military doctor had a guess in his mind, but he felt that it was impossible.

"Your Highness, wasn't you in Beibin City a while ago? I heard that there was a plague in the neighboring Beishu City. Could it be a plague?"

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone fell silent, because they all guessed this, but no one dared to say it out loud.

On the other side, Tuoba Xianglei's eldest son Tuoba Hongyun was listening to the servants reporting to him about his father's illness.

"The military doctor and the doctors in the city said that His Royal Highness has typhoid fever, but this typhoid fever is quite serious and requires strong medicine."

"Then go ahead! If we return from this defeat, the king will definitely not let it go, and I don't want to take all the responsibility. Where's the princess? Her husband is seriously ill, why isn't she by his side serving him?"

Tuoba Hongyun frowned, "Hu Xia, tell me, could it be that father is..."

"Your Highness was in Beibin City before, it's hard to say..."

"No! He can't be sick, he can't! Cough cough cough!"

Tuoba Hongyun was talking when he suddenly started coughing.

"Prince, are you okay?" Hu Xia stepped forward, came to the table and poured him a cup of hot tea. "The weather is very cold, so you should take care of yourself."

"It's okay. Go and keep an eye on the princess. Don't let her run away. I have my eyes on this woman."

Tuoba Hongyun's mouth curled up slightly. The custom of the Beirong is that women can be used in turns. If the elder is gone, the younger generation can not only inherit the family property but also his woman, as long as she has no blood relationship with him.

Tuoba Hongyun's mother was the previous prince's wife, but unfortunately she passed away after giving birth to his younger sister.

The current princess is only a girl in her twenties, and it is said that she was abducted from Daxia by her father.

How wonderful!

If you can’t beat Da Xia, beat Da Xia’s women.

It doesn't matter where you play.

If you want to run, it's impossible.

Seeing that his cough had become more severe, Hu Xia couldn't help but wonder if the prince had caught a cold.

It is not impossible to run around day and night.

"Hu Xia, this tea is too hot."

Hu Xia took the tea directly outside. It was freezing cold outside and it soon became cold.

"Prince, the tea is cold."

Tuoba Hongyun took a sip and indeed felt much better. However, before he could catch his breath, a more violent coughing fit came again.

"Sir, why don't you ask a military doctor to take a look?"

"It's too late. Let's talk about it tomorrow! It's just a cold."

Minor illnesses like colds are not a problem for him and he rarely takes them to heart.

"Sir..."

Hu Xia wanted to say something, but Tuoba Hongyun waved his hand, signaling him to stop.

"Keep an eye on my father these days. Don't let anything happen to him. Also, don't let the princess run away."

"Your Highness, please take care of yourself too."

"Understood, let's go!"

Early the next morning, news came that Prince Tuoba Xianglei had passed away.

At this time, Tuoba Hongyun was resting in the room. He coughed all night last night and hardly slept.

Finally, I heard such bad news early in the morning.

"Hu Xia, what were you talking about?"

Tuoba Hongyun asked as he slowly sat up from the bed.

"Prince, His Royal Highness...died of illness!"

Hu Xia knelt on the ground with a sad look on his face.

"You... cough cough cough" Tuoba Hongyun felt an itchy throat and began to cough uncontrollably, even coughing up blood.

"Sir!"

When Hu Xia saw Tuoba Hongyun's situation, his face suddenly changed and he wanted to go forward to check.

"Stop, get out! Don't let anyone come into this room again."

"But your body..."

"go out!"

"Yes! I obey my orders!"

Hu Xia clenched his fists and walked out helplessly. When he closed the door, his throat started to itch and he actually coughed up blood!

Later, Beirong encountered the most serious plague in history, which severely damaged Beirong's national strength.