The First Tyrant of Daxia

"If you can defeat the Xiang army or subdue Zhu Rong, I will surrender!" She finally said helplessly, her jade hands unconsciously clenched, and she struggled a little.

"So you choose to surrender?" Qin Yun stood up with a smile and approached her step by step.

Dugu Jin panicked and stepped back subconsciously: "Your Majesty, I mean you should get through the Trap Valley first. If you can't, you'd better send us back the way we came, otherwise!"

"Otherwise what?" Qin Yun teased, and said to her in a roundabout way: "It's not impossible to send you back, but are you sure that you will have a good ending if you return to the Jurchens?"

Dugu Jin was stunned immediately!

Yes, will there be a good ending if I go back? The reason why I ended up like this is because Emperor Wanyan turned a blind eye, and because the forces like Fanyin could not tolerate me.

Compared to Qin Yun's prisoners, the Jurchens seemed more dangerous.

She lowered her head, and a barely perceptible tear fell from the corner of her eye. She was in so much pain and worry that she couldn't express it in words. What could a woman like her do?

Seeing this, Qin Yun stopped provoking her and said in a friendly manner, "Since you are here, then come. Don't you just want to see who is stronger between me and the Jurchens?"

"A wise bird chooses a good tree to roost in. When the Xianzhen Valley is filled with the flags of Daxia, that will be your last chance. If you still have your heart set on the Jurchens, then don't blame me for being ruthless. You will never be treated this way again."

"After all, the overall situation is determined. I can wipe out the Jurchens by myself, and I don't need help from others!"

Dugu Jin shuddered. How could she not understand this? She raised her dry lips and nodded with difficulty: "Okay!"

Qin Yun stretched out a hand and placed it on her hip almost wantonly.

She shuddered and immediately turned around, her beautiful eyes tinged with anger, but she didn't dare to say anything.

"Hahaha!" Qin Yun laughed and said, "That kid, the Western King, is not very obedient. It seems that he is loyal to you. Go and persuade him. If you can't persuade him, I will punish him severely."

Dugu Jin bit her red lips with her silver teeth. Perhaps Qin Yun was the only person in the world who dared to be so presumptuous to her. She turned around and rushed outside, running away again, feeling a sense of fear towards Qin Yun.

At this time, Elder Feng came up and said cryptically, "Your Majesty, the people below have almost figured it out. Dugu Jin is an old-fashioned Jurchen nobleman with an extraordinary status. Many Jurchen nobles have received her favors, and the King of the West is just one of them."

"There are even reports that Dugu Jin can mobilize some troops. She has some influence both in the court and in the opposition."

Qin Yun's eyes lit up instantly, and he made a decision: "I said that this person who is called the mistress by the King of the West cannot be so weak."

"If we can conquer them, it will be of great benefit to the future of the Jurchens!"

Elder Feng said solemnly, "Your Majesty, are you worried about Wanyan Honglie?"

In the palace, there was a period of silence. Qin Yun did not speak. It was not appropriate to speak, and he could not say it well. He changed the subject and said, "Let's do the current things first. When Zhu Rong takes the bait again, Xianzhen Valley will fall by itself."

"That will be the real beginning. Wanyan Honglie will also make his debut. As the Jurchens fight among themselves, Daxia can only watch from afar."

Mr. Feng nodded and said no more.

……

That night, there was a thunder in Muzhou. Qin Yun reorganized his troops according to the plan and planned to go to Beiting to supervise the battle. He even planned to threaten the five cities along the coast.

The night rolled on in silence.

On the wall of Muzhou, several shadows suddenly flashed by. They were so fast, like civet cats, that they could not be detected at all.

After several men in black sneaked into Muzhou City, they hid in the darkness and said hoarsely in Jurchen: "It seems to be true. The Emperor of Daxia is already preparing his troops. He is going to set off for Beiting. What a good opportunity!"

Someone else said in a deep voice: "The Great Xia Emperor is full of tricks. He has already suffered a great loss in the Battle of Red Cliffs. We can't trust them easily this time."

"Let's sneak in and take a look. Just now, the city defense soldiers were discussing the emperor's palace. They have already decided on a marching route. Let's go and give it a try. If we find it, it will be a great achievement."

A man in black was worried: "If we go to the emperor's palace, the Great Xia Jinyiwei..."

"Humph, what are you afraid of? The Great Xia Jinyiwei are just in name only. Were we not fine when we just came in? They are just a bunch of good-for-nothings!" The sinister voice was extremely conceited.

Immediately afterwards, the Jurchen men in black who were sneaking in the night disappeared from this world.

Fifty meters away from here, on a towering tree, stood a short old man with a full moon behind him. At this moment, he was looking down coldly.

The Jinyiwei bowed in the air and said, "Master Feng, they went in step by step according to the passage we arranged."

"Yes, your majesty means not to disturb them." Old Feng put his hands behind his back and gave the order lightly.

The Royal Guard nodded heavily.

Mr. Feng asked again, "Where's Aliang? Has he set out yet?"

Hearing this, many Jinyiwei were startled: "My lord, Aliang has left and is heading to Xianzhen Valley. But this...isn't it too harsh? Otherwise, let me replace him."

Only the Embroidered Uniform Guards knew that the disciple directly taught by Lord Feng had a very important background, but it was his first time to gain experience and he knew nothing. Tonight, Lord Feng sent him to carry out a very dangerous mission alone.

"harsh?"

Elder Feng's cloudy eyes revealed a hint of abnormal severity: "If he can't even do this, then he is not worthy of being my direct disciple, let alone protecting the prince and being the emperor's shadow in the future!"

The Jinyiwei all smiled awkwardly. The problem was that Aliang had not yet been formally granted various skills. It was like a child. It was extremely difficult for him to run deep into the enemy camp and obtain confidential information!

But they didn't dare to say much. They were very in awe of the old man in front of them who had devoted his whole life to the Great Xia Empire without regrets. He was a man that the prince had to call Grandpa Feng whenever he saw him. In the whole world, no other minister could surpass his position in His Majesty's heart.

It was late at night, and in the desolate area of ​​Muzhou, the wind was so strong that the eaves were rustling.

Qin Yun sat cross-legged in his bedroom with a map in his arms. He was wearing a coat and still hadn't fallen asleep. On the map, there was a small dot circled in red ink.

The position corresponding to the small dot is called Pixiu Road!

This is one of the three passages from Muzhou City to the Beiting battlefield, and it is also the place where he once again marked for Zhu Rong to fall.

Wow…

Outside the bedroom, the wind was getting stronger.

Qin Yun's ears moved slightly. Years of mediating between battlefields and conspiracies have cultivated his keen senses. He remained calm. As expected, it was an enemy spy who came in!

"call!"

He blew out the candle and lay down to sleep alone, as if he had not noticed anything and there was no guard around him.

When the lights were swallowed by the darkness, pairs of green eyes appeared in the courtyard outside the palace, like will-o'-the-wisp. Someone said hoarsely, "During this operation, we didn't expect to discover so many shocking secrets, and we didn't expect to get close to the emperor's bedroom by mistake. Shall we do it?"