I have been a county magistrate for ten years. My subordinates insist on giving me a yellow robe.

"Military Advisor, it shouldn't be like this." Ning Fei said somewhat aggrievedly.

"No, no, no! I don't have any big ambitions. I just want to live a life of idleness and wait for death." Qingzhu spoke decisively again.

Ning Fei sighed helplessly and looked outside the tent. After a long time, his expression gradually relaxed.

"Military Advisor, if..."

"All you have to do is follow the general's orders. I know nothing." Before Ning Fei could finish his words, Qingzhu spoke directly.

Ning Fei's mouth couldn't stop twitching, and finally he simply walked straight to Qingzhu.

"Military Advisor, this cannot happen without you."

Ning Fei's tone was very firm and he looked at Qingzhu sincerely. As an old partner of Qingzhu, Ning Fei was quite clear about Qingzhu's abilities.

At least half of my achievements over the years can be attributed to this partner.

Although Ning Fei is arrogant, he is not so arrogant as to look down on others. For a guy like Qingzhu, it is no big deal to beg him humbly.

A bitter smile gradually appeared on Qingzhu's face: "General, I ate a bowl of rice from you when I was almost starving to death, but you don't need to pay with your life now, right?"

"Military Advisor, don't you have any confidence in me at all?" Ning Fei said speechlessly.

"This is not a matter of having confidence or not. This is a question that will definitely be stabbed in the back after death." Qingzhu shook his head, his expression very conflicted.

Being regarded as a military advisor by a figure like Ning Fei, how could he not know what this sentence means?

In fact, the sentence that just reminded Ning Fei was directed at him.

In the imperial capital, the sky is filled with wind and snow.

These six simple words reveal so much information.

The imperial capital is undoubtedly a place name, as for the wind and snow behind it.

That's easier to understand. Since there's already snow and wind everywhere, doesn't that mean the imperial capital has turned white? It's just a change in the weather.

There is a poem by Daduan about the words wind and snow, and the last line is, "A man returns home on a windy and snowy night."

This has already expressed the meaning quite concisely. Ning Fei needs to rush back to the imperial capital, because the word "night" combined with the two words "sky all over" means that this matter needs to be done in secret.

This is definitely a rebellion!

Ning Fei said with a stern face, "Of course I know this, but my Ning family has lost its influence in the imperial capital."

"I don't really care about any of this. It's just that those parasites can't enjoy wealth and glory."

"But as my nephew grows up, his life will definitely be in danger."

"And my sister. Both my parents passed away when I was young, and it was my sister who raised me. How could I ignore her?"

Qingzhu opened his mouth, and the expression on his face gradually became solemn. He looked outside the tent, and after making sure that there was no one there, he lowered his voice and spoke.

"General, are you sure you want to do this? Even if you die, you won't regret it?"

Almost as Qingzhu finished speaking, Ning Fei's decisive voice came out.

"No regrets!"

Qingzhu took a deep breath, turned around and took out a feng shui map from the shelf.

"General, please watch."

Ning Fei's gaze immediately followed Qingzhu's hand.

"General, it's three thousand miles from here to the imperial capital. If you insist on going back, you must not bring your troops back with you, or you will definitely attract attention."

"I'm afraid this won't work?" Ning Fei frowned slightly.

What did my sister ask him to do? He was supposed to do big things. Without soldiers and horses, what big things could he do?

Qingzhu seemed not to hear, and his fingers continued to move, finally slowly stopping at Tianyang City, one of the three barriers outside the imperial capital.

"General, if I remember correctly, the commander of this city should be..."

"Li Mo!" Ning Fei's eyes suddenly lit up.

Qingzhu nodded slowly: "Yes, it is Li Mo. The general once saved his life, and this man has 5,000 city defense troops under his command."

"According to the news we received half a year ago, General Xue Zhen of the Imperial City Defense Force is currently on the Yunzhou border suppressing the rebels."

Qingzhu's fingers finally stopped at Yunzhou.

"Yes, that's right." Ning Fei nodded.

Although the two of them appeared quite calm on the surface, there were already huge waves of turmoil in their hearts.

After such a detailed calculation, the two of them had to deeply admire Empress Dowager Ning's grasp of the overall situation.

Now the rebels are holding Chenliu and Mu Songfeng outside, and even the general of the imperial capital's defense force, Xue Zhen, has gone there.

Except for their 200,000 soldiers, the rest of the Daduan are basically in Yunzhou. If Ning Fei goes back now, as long as Li Mo in Tianyang City can help him and sneak 5,000 soldiers into the city, he may succeed with a deliberate move.

"No, to be on the safe side, the Dragon Guard must go back with me." Ning Fei spoke again.

"Although Xue Zhen has withdrawn the elite troops from the imperial capital's defense forces, the imperial guards within the palace should not be underestimated."

Ning Fei paused and lowered his voice a few degrees. "What's more, in addition to the Imperial Guards, there are probably also Black Armored Soldiers in the palace."

"If we don't have the Dragon Guards to deal with these black-armored soldiers, I'm afraid it will be difficult to succeed."

Qingzhu waved her feather fan slightly, and finally nodded reluctantly: "The Dragon Guards can go back, but they must completely break up into small groups and act separately. They must not attract attention."

After the two looked at each other, they both looked into the distance.

After solving the problem of the imperial capital, there is still a bigger problem ahead.

Just a hundred miles away from them, there were 200,000 troops of the Southern Liang army.

Qingzhu was almost certain that as soon as the news of their departure reached the commander of Nanliang, he would definitely attack them.

This is something that there is no need to think about at all. Although Da Duan also has 200,000 troops, except Ning Fei and Qing Zhu, there is no other general among the remaining generals who can command 100,000 troops in battle.

"This is a difficult problem..." Qingzhu said to himself.

Since ancient times, this has been a very troublesome problem for all those who have their own troops on the border. With so many mercenaries, who wouldn't want to sit on that chair?

But the problem was that if he left and foreign invaded, his dynasty would be unable to drive them out due to the difficulty in suppressing the rebellion.

How will history books record it then?

I'm afraid I can write a separate biography about it and curse my mother.

Ning Fei extended his gaze to the man who burst out with murderous intent: "What if we launch a fierce attack as quickly as possible within half a month and drive Nan Liang back?"

"It's unrealistic." Qingzhu said lightly.

"Commander-in-Chief of Southern Liang has been able to patiently confront us for such a long time. He is definitely not a mediocre person. If our intention to attack is too obvious, he will definitely guess it and will probably avoid fighting even more."

Ning Fei looked at the map impatiently: "These Nanliang bastards, they don't want to fight, and they don't want to retreat. I really don't understand what they want to do!"

"Can we still go over and negotiate with them?"

Little did they know that it was this sentence that made Qingzhu nod seriously: "It's feasible."

"What's feasible?" Ning Fei looked at Qingzhu in disbelief.

Negotiation? Or with Southern Liang? This sounds like a fantasy.

During the three years, the number of scouts killed by both armies was at least 8,000, and they still wanted to negotiate with each other?

How is this possible!