The First Tyrant of Daxia

After a while, Qin Yun was also full and satisfied.

He looked at the empty seat and frowned, "Where is Li Mu? Why hasn't he come back in such a long time?"

Li Zhimiao also felt strange: "Xiaoyan, go find Mu'er, why hasn't she come back yet?"

Xiaoyan stepped forward and bowed, saying, "Jieyu, Miss Li Mu just left."

"When I went to get something, I ran into her. I saw that she was in a bad mood and her face seemed a little pale. She ran out of the palace by herself."

"Ah?" Li Zhimiao stood up, worry on her pretty face: "Is he sick?"

Qin Yun was also a little worried. Why did this girl run away?

I just teased her a few times, it shouldn't be that serious, right? We've slept together more than once, how could you be so shameless?

"Mr. Feng, send someone out to check. If he is really ill, send the imperial physician to the Li residence."

Mr. Feng nodded in agreement.

For some reason, Qin Yun felt empty inside and always felt that it was a little abnormal for her to leave.

But Li Zhimiao was still here, so it was not appropriate for him to leave immediately and chase after her.

It was not until the evening that the people below came to report.

It is said that Li Mu returned to the Li Mansion and locked himself in the room and refused to go out. It seems that he is in a bad mood.

And he refused to see anyone, not even the people Qin Yun sent to greet him.

Qin Yun didn't take it too seriously, thinking that when he had time to leave the palace, he would take her out for an outing and ask about the situation.

Little did she know that Li Mu was heartbroken because of the misunderstanding.

Two days in a row.

During the two days he was in Jiangbei, he was barely able to deal with the mountain of memorials.

Although the emperor held all the power, he was also overwhelmed with affairs of state and had no way to deal with them.

Finished reviewing the last memorial.

Qin Yun stretched his waist, and his spine crackled.

"By the way, how is that kid A Le doing in Huaizhou?" he suddenly thought of it.

Mr. Feng smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"It seems that he didn't get any help because he had no money and seemed to be living in a rather poor state."

"But before the one-month deadline, he was still working hard and didn't ask the Mu family for a penny."

Qin Yun nodded: "That's fine."

"I don't care whether he recruits soldiers or not, I only care whether he suffers and encounters setbacks."

Old Feng smiled slightly, and his old face was full of tenderness.

Perhaps because he loves Ale so much, he also pays extra attention to Ale's progress in Huaizhou.

"Report!"

"Your Majesty, news came from the border that more than 30 smuggling cases have been uncovered in the past two days!"

"Hundreds of the top carpenters, stonemasons, and master craftsmen in the interior were forced to go to Xiliang, and they have all been rescued now."

"We have annihilated hundreds of enemies, most of whom are vagrants!"

Suddenly, a voice was heard outside the door.

Qin Yun jumped up and laughed loudly: "Hahaha, well done!"

"Pass on my order. Continue the blockade. Don't let Wang Min's conspiracy have any chance of success!"

Old Feng also laughed, which was rare, with a look of awe for Qin Yun in his eyes.

He basically cracked all these conspiracies. He discovered them in advance, registered the talents, and blocked the borders, which played a big role.

Otherwise, I don’t know how many talents will be lost to Xiliang.

now.

Far away in the bitter and cold land of Xiliang.

It was still a snowy winter, much worse than the climate inside the Great Wall.

At a certain training ground, soldiers gathered in groups of three or four to warm themselves by the fire, their necks tucked into their clothes, complaining constantly.

"Fuck, I really don't know what the Grand Commander is thinking. He wants to have a cold war with the imperial court!"

"Not only is he unwilling to accept the situation, he also drags us, the soldiers of the three armies, into trouble, and even forbids us to collect the food for our own people who are climbing the city."

"I'm so hungry!"

A sergeant covered the speaker's mouth and looked around with a serious expression.

"Shh!"

"You don't want your fucking life?"

"This is the order from Military Advisor Wang Min. A few days ago, another army wanted to join the Zhenbei Army and seek the imperial capital's offer of amnesty!"

Someone said unhappily: "It's this woman again. She is very vicious. The death of General Huang and others must not be that simple. To put it bluntly, she was the one who eliminated dissidents and killed them."

"Say less. I heard that the people above are in a bad mood these days, especially Military Advisor Wang Min, who is moody."

"I guess we'll have to go to war with the imperial court once winter ends."

Hearing this, many hungry soldiers showed a hint of worry in their eyes.

A certain central military tent.

There was singing and dancing, and abundant wine and meat. Compared with the soldiers' tents in the bitter winter outside, it was simply a paradise on earth.

"Grand Commander, come here!"

"You tore her skirt."

"Giggle."

A feminine laugh was heard, carrying with it an infinite amount of ambiguity.

Sima Zong was drunk, his cheeks flushed, and he staggered after Meiji. Even his armor was in disarray. He didn't look like the leader of the army at all.

"Grand Commander, Military Advisor Wang Min is here!"

Someone came in anxiously to report.

Suddenly, Sima Zong sobered up a little.

His eyes widened and he said anxiously, "Quick, clean it up!"

"Beauty, please step back, step back first!"

Three girls with disheveled clothes and graceful figures left the tent with reluctance on their faces and muttering to themselves.

Just as the three women were leaving the military tent, Wang Min, dressed in a floor-length red dress and with a powerful aura, came in.

The two passed each other.

The three beautiful women quickly restrained their seductive looks and had an implicit eye contact with Wang Min.

Then, Wang Min's eyes swept over the mess and the singing and dancing in the big tent, and her red lips couldn't help but rise up in a ghostly arc.

Sima Zong was embarrassed and immediately stepped forward to greet him, "Master, you are here."

"Hiccup~"

He burped and said with a panicked look, "Master, I'm sorry. I just finished my work and wanted to relax, so... so..."

Deep in Wang Min's peach-like eyes, there was a hint of contempt and disgust.

But her red lips were filled with a charming smile, and she said sweetly: "The Grand Commander is very busy, so it's only right that he can take some time to relax."

As she spoke, she walked gracefully into the big tent step by step.

However, the Grand Commander Sima Zong was like a follower, following behind in a flattering manner.

"Master, that's right. I wonder what brings you here so suddenly. What's the matter?"

Wang Min sat down, with her former royal demeanor, noble, beautiful, and full of aura!

Her beautiful eyes flashed, and she said, "Grand Commander, please take a seat."

"I came here specifically to tell you that the plan failed. Gongsun Zan was not worthy of being used. Not only was he killed, but many of my men were also killed."

"As a result, the Chaotian Temple also became the emperor's meal, and he dared not touch it at all."

"what!"

A scream!

Sima Zong's butt, which had just sat down, suddenly bounced up.

He was completely sober, and a trace of panic appeared on his face.

Then he frowned, clenched his fist and said, "This loser is good at making trouble instead of doing anything good!"

"Then how can we carry out our plan to cause chaos within the borders?"

"We in Xiliang still need some time!"

Wang Min smiled contemptuously and thought, aren’t you also a waste?

She gently stroked her temples with her delicate hands, silently, so beautiful and unparalleled!

She opened her red lips and said, "Grand Commander, this is only secondary. I haven't even mentioned the bigger trouble yet."