If there is a comeback

Arslen and Mandu Latu were shocked, and they looked at each other. Arslen lowered his face, and he said to Mandu Latu, "I want to explain."

"Khan, even if Ye Gucheng appeared in the capital, he must have been seriously injured. He passed the position to that hairy boy, it must be, it must be because he was seriously injured." The more Mandu Latu said, the more he felt reasonable, "Daddy Khan, it must be so."

"Stupid." Arslen patted the table vigorously, "Go and find out if Ximen Chuuxue is still in Kunlun, one Yegu City is enough, plus Ximen Chuuxue..."

"However, we have lost a lot of cattle and sheep to this year's epidemic. If we don't rob the Central Plains of food, we don't know how many people will starve to death."

"Damn..." Arslen said angrily, "Cunning Ye Gucheng, you are so fateful..." Arslen's expression was forbearing, "Send someone to investigate, if Ximen Chuuxue doesn't help, this king will not help you." Attack Yumen Pass in the early spring, we must attack it by surprise, we always attack in spring in previous years, this year by surprise, Ye Gucheng must not have expected it."

"But there is no pasture in winter, and the Mongolian cavalry can't show their strength... Also, what if Ximen Chuuxue brings the Western Demon Cult to help." Mandu Latu is not stupid. Sacrifice, isn't it a loss?

Arslen scanned Mandu Latu, saw his thoughts, and smiled coldly: "If Ximen Chuuxue dares to come in person, this king will not send troops this year."

Mandu Ratu shuddered and stared wide-eyed: "The herdsmen who don't have cattle and sheep..."

"Longevity Heaven is their destination."

"Khan..." This is to let them die, Mandu Ratu was shocked. . .

紫禁城

Ye Gucheng knelt in front of Emperor Jing's coffin, his lips were pale, he had been kneeling for two days, and tomorrow is the day of the funeral. . .

Ye Xuan walked in slowly, kneeling behind Ye Gucheng, and said in a low voice, "Father."

Ye Gucheng opened his downcast eyes: "Xuan'er, what did your grandfather say to you before?"

Tears flashed in Ye Xuan's eyes, and he said: "Grandfather said that you have passed away, let me go to the Western Demon Cult to find my father, grandfather..."

The corners of Ye Gucheng's lips pulled out an indescribable arc. He silently kowtowed three more times to Emperor Jing's coffin. His forehead touched the hard stone ground and made a "dong" sound. In front of Gucheng, he couldn't see the pain in his eyes. He lost his mother when he was young, his wife when he was young, and his father and younger brother when he was middle-aged. . .Ye Gucheng's life is doomed to be a lonely family, isn't it? . .

"Father..." Ye Xuan stared blankly at Ye Gucheng's actions, leaving red bloodstains on the white steps. . .Ye Xuan panicked, he stepped forward and grabbed Ye Gucheng's sleeve, and then faced Ye Gucheng's face straight, it was a kind of desolation that he had never seen in his father's eyes, he hugged Ye Gucheng fiercely, and put He buried himself in his father's arms. At this time, he was just a 15-year-old bereaved child. He cried to the only relative in front of him: "Father, Xuan'er is so scared... Grandpa said you were gone, and then grandpa also Leave Xuan'er...Father, you won't leave again, will you?"

Ye Gucheng's eyes gradually recovered. He looked at the son in his arms and straightened his messy hair. After a long time, he heard himself say: "Xuan'er, you have to learn to bear it yourself... Father will eradicate Mongolia for you. . . to avenge your grandfather."

"Father, you want..." Ye Xuan was afraid to think about it.

"Gu wait for your grandfather to be buried, and conquer Mongolia." Ye Gucheng's eyes were calm, "Xuan'er, sit in the court hall and share the worries for Gu."

"Father..." Ye Xuan gritted his teeth, stood up again, and knelt down facing Ye Gucheng, "My son will live up to my father's expectations. May my father win and wash away the revenge of my grandfather!"

"Back off and be alone."

"...Yes." Ye Xuan walked out silently, his father was in pain, he knew that he was also in pain when his grandfather passed away, Mongolia. . .He turned his head and looked at his father again. Under the candlelight, his father knelt upright and resolutely, but as long as his father was there, his father would kill all the youngsters. . .

The author has something to say: QWQ My setting is that Arslen once suffered a big loss at the hands of Ye Gucheng, and now he is afraid. .This is the first time I really write about war! ! ! !

Regarding the military power of the Western Demon Cult, think about the uncrowned emperors of the ten countries in the Western Regions, and all kinds of dark forces, but they can't really go to the battlefield, play assassination and so on, you know. . .

I feel like I have abused the city lord...Actually, I want to write that Ye Xuan grows up and really takes over the court. After that, my male god will not have to care about Ye Xuan. 23333 Don't hit me QWQ

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