The First Tyrant of Daxia

Qin Yun was furious. He felt a sense of conquest over Fu and grabbed her.

Fu's legs were like a snake winding around a branch, and she cooperated quickly.

The two of them are a good match, one is handsome and sturdy, the other is tall and graceful, they are both stunning.

The throne that symbolizes the majesty of the former Turks is supreme, but it is used by Qin Yun as a bed. Fu Ling's purple-gold robe is noble and luxurious, engraved with many patterns, and has a full temperament. Just looking at it, the attack speed has doubled!

Since everyone knew about it now, Qin Yun simply let himself go and enjoyed the carnival of victory.

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In the following four days, Qin Yun had a tight schedule, almost all of which he spent presiding over meetings in the Buda Palace and meeting with countless people.

There is only one goal, to stabilize the grassland and make it prosper under the rule of Daxia as soon as possible.

This is not an easy task, it is even more difficult than killing Yuan Gu. In other words, Qin Yun wants to tame a race.

When the conference ended, the grassland fell into a busy state. After all, winter was approaching and the grassland was about to be frozen. Fortunately, the 200,000 soldiers who came from Jiangnan effectively deterred the situation.

The artillery army returned to the Central Plains first, and then Qin Yun led 120,000 elite troops to leave the grassland.

A cold wind gradually rises on the vast grassland.

There were countless people seeing us off on the horizon, it was so dark that there was almost no end in sight.

Qin Yun looked back from the chariot, full of ambition, and said calmly: "Fuling, as the goddess of the grassland, you have a high status, and you need to settle the people of the entire grassland."

"It's a military matter, Gongsun Zhongmou and Liu Wanshi, you two should discuss and handle it."

"Government affairs will be handled by Minister Zhang Song. Anything that cannot be handled will be reported directly to the imperial capital."

"In short, my dear ministers, you must tread carefully and help the grasslands get out of the war quickly. If the grand plan succeeds, the entire Daxia will grow rapidly and truly become the overlord!"

Everyone was shocked and bowed in unison: "Yes, we will do our best until our death! Please rest assured, Your Majesty."

"May your majesty have a safe journey!"

Qin Yun glanced at Fuling and felt a little reluctant. This woman was so beautiful. Fuling nodded slightly and smiled in response. She saw desire in Qin Yun's eyes. As a woman, she was very happy.

Not a moment.

Qin Yun turned around, stood on the chariot and waved his hand, excited, and shouted to the dark army: "The wind is rising, go home!"

The army was shocked, their morale was surging, and they shouted deafeningly: "The wind is rising, go home!!"

Suddenly, the entire army set out, moving farther and farther towards Youzhou, digging up King Gesas's treasure and returning directly to the imperial capital.

Seven days later, they arrived in Youzhou. The people cheered, knelt down and showed their love for each other!

Qin Yun's reputation was so high that the people regarded him as a legend. Seeing Youzhou City gradually recovering, he was very happy. After dealing with some tedious matters, he found Huairou clan as soon as possible.

Huairou Lanzhi looks healthy. She is not a skinny beauty, but a typical plump type.

That night, there was a line of people welcoming him.

She was particularly proactive, as if she was provoked by Tong Wei. Knowing that the imperial capital might be dissatisfied with her, she kept complaining to Qin Yun.

The next day, Qin Yun felt like his waist was going to break. The last time he was so embarrassed was with Dou Ji. Unfortunately, she was too beautiful and he was addicted to her.

If it was Mu Ci, she definitely wouldn't do that. That woman is simple and virtuous, and that's just her personality.

Tuoba Yu'er had been arranged to be sent away by Old Feng, but Qin Yun did not ask where exactly she was. If he didn't ask, he would not have planned it. When he returned, Murong Shunhua could only glare at him.

Immediately afterwards, Qin Yun embarked on a short treasure hunt. It was neither simple nor difficult, but he had to find it.

Especially since the treasure seemed to only appear on the damn full moon night, it was so magical that Qin Yun remained skeptical for a while.

Another five days passed.

Muzhou!

This state is adjacent to the north, bordering the Jurchens and the Xiongnu, and can be considered a true border, not as easy as the old Youzhou and Xiliang.

But in less than a year or two, Qin Ci had built up quite a lot here, and from the economy to the military, it was thriving.

Qin Ci was demoted here because Qin Yun was protecting him. He had been instructed at the beginning to build this place well and guard against foreign invaders from the north.

But I didn't expect that there would be a sign of prophecy coming true.

Qin Ci rebuilt the Twelve Generals of Yanyun and built an army of 120,000. All kinds of privileges and resources were supported to him at Qin Yun's suggestion.

On this day, there was a strong wind in Chibi, with heavy sandstorms.

Chibi is the border between the Jurchens and Youzhou.

There was a black mass of Jurchen iron hooves lined up in a row, at least 50,000 of them, with fierce eyes. A tall general in golden armor walked out. He had a dignified face and a braid behind his head.

He stared straight ahead and gritted his teeth, "Qin Ci, are you looking for trouble?!"

"Hand him over, or you won't be able to bear the emperor's wrath! Don't think you can do whatever you want just because you defeated the Turks!"

The words were so powerful that they caused the fifty thousand Jurchens to all emit murderous intent!

They are the direct descendants of the Jurchen emperor and have occupied the north for a hundred years. Looking at the whole world, they are only slightly worse than the Huns. They have been so arrogant for so long that they want to knock on the head when they see a Buddha.

On the other side, lined up were five of the twelve armies of Yanyun, with nearly 50,000 people. Qin Ci still used the name Yanyun. He was a nostalgic person from beginning to end.

As a prince of a frontier, holding military power, trusted by Qin Yun, second only to one man and above ten thousand people, what does he want? But he never married, because there was a deceased woman in his heart, and he could no longer accommodate others.

Qin Ci rode out on his horse, wearing a Great Xia armor with a python robe underneath. He looked extremely majestic and domineering, and his expression was as sharp and dazzling as the first ray of sunlight after the creation of the world!

After leaving the aristocratic family and being reborn in Muzhou, he was free of inner demons and shackles. He was very open-minded, with a tough face covered with stubble, and looked 50% like Qin Yun.

At this moment, he was looking ahead with the aristocratic temperament that only a prince could have. Among the three Qin Yun brothers, he had the most noble appearance and was a typical "handsome and capable fighter".

He joked, "Yelüyan, I'm so sorry, but this king... can really do whatever he wants!"

"You!!" Yelu Yan was filled with rage, his eyes were like knives, and the fifty thousand Jurchens tightened their reins, ready to move!

Sand and rocks were flying everywhere, the weather was turning cloudy, and one hundred thousand people were confronting each other. There was a real danger of an accidental discharge of gunfire!

Yelu Yan angrily scolded: "Qin Ci, don't take advantage of your brother who is the emperor and push yourself too far!"

"This is our own business. Emperor Wanyan has issued a death order. Wanyan Honglie must die. Anyone who dares to obstruct is an enemy of the Jurchen military state!"

"Give me the man, and I will withdraw my troops immediately and never disturb you again!"

Hearing this, the five armies of Yanyun remained unmoved, and some even sneered. Now that Daxia has conquered the grassland, who is there to fear?