Back Off, Let Me Come

Chu Yao said: "It doesn't matter."

This is what the information sent back from Shannan said.

But judging from the battle damage situation, this is probably a question mark. Luan Zhengyi has always been a person who reports good things but not bad things, is restrained and tolerant. Unless his life is in danger, he may not report truthfully. Chu Yao's words made Shen Tang breathe a sigh of relief. He read the information at a glance and said, "It's good that everything is fine. I'm just afraid that the bad old man Wei Lou's crow's mouth will come true..."

When Shen Tang saw some data inside, he looked up suddenly.

"Are you sure it's really okay?"

Shen Tang recalled the layout of Shangnan.

The second inner city wall was lost. What was the difference between this and being stabbed in the heart? A large number of ordinary people live in Erdao Inner City, and there are a large number of residential buildings in the inner city. For brave warriors, residential buildings are really more fragile than paper.

Chu Yao knew what she was worried about.

"This battle has dragged on for a long time. Before the Erdao Inner City was lost, most of the people had been transferred. As long as people are still there, the damaged buildings will be rebuilt sooner or later." In this world of explosive force, city offensive and defensive battles can It's really rare for such a long delay. This also proves that Wu Xian, an old boy, is really spending his money on going south. It's a pity that he lost the main frontal battlefield in a mess, otherwise going south may really be his breakthrough.

Shen Tang read the information back and forth a dozen times.

Distraught, he put it away with a snap.

"The more I think about it, the worse I feel..."

When I feel unhappy, I want to find a punching bag to vent my anger on.

"Did Gao Guo send an envoy to negotiate?" The king was captured by hostile forces, and any minister who wanted to establish a loyal minister would come to test him non-stop. Regardless of whether we can get the person back, we must do enough superficial work.

Chu Yao said: "Not yet."

Estimating the time, it should be almost here tomorrow.

She closed her eyes to calm her mind: "Has Wu Xian made a decision?"

At this time, Chu Yao also saw that Shen Tang was hiding something in his heart. No wonder he was unhappy: "After Wu Guoguo returned, he trapped himself in the tent and did not allow anyone to enter. He did not use his chopsticks for dinner today. This matter It’s not easy for him.”

Wu Xian is not a decisive character.

It is too difficult for him to decide whether to meditate or not in half a day.

Shen Tang pouted: "I don't have time to wait for him for ten days and a half."

She has never been patient enough.

That night, Shen Tang tossed and turned until the sky turned white before he could fall asleep. Between his sleep and his waking state, the terrifying scene of thousands of thunders flying above a strange city kept flashing across his mind. Every time I wanted to take a closer look, my eyelids would tremble and slowly open.

Familiar tent roof, vague dream.

The two cycle alternately within two hours.

Shen Tang had very little time to actually sleep.

She sat on the bed in a daze with disheveled hair. She always felt that the contents of the dream were the facts that had happened not long ago. The more she thought about it, the more panicked she became. Kicking away his beloved silk quilt, he jumped up and asked his guards to find Jimo Qiu. She had something important to ask!

As a result, Jimo Qiu saw the true form of His Highness who had not yet washed up, and two incarnations of His Highness's energy who had stayed up all night and had not yet rested. The incarnation of Wenqi was holding his chin with one hand and yawning constantly. The three of them were all haggard and listless.

"Qiu first go outside the tent and wait for His Highness to freshen up?"

At this time, His Highness just put on a coat. Through the messy skirt, it could be seen that she was only wearing thin pajamas, which was not suitable for others to see. Shen Tang waved his hand nonchalantly: "No, I came here just to ask you to interpret your dream."

"Dream interpretation?"

Jimo Qiu looked confused.

Shen Tang asked: "Why, is it beyond the scope of business?"

Jimo Qiu said truthfully: "Not very proficient."

"You're not very proficient, but you just know a thing or two? You can barely cope with it..." Shen Tang rubbed his painful forehead, recalling the messy dream fragments, and said, "A few people in Wenda have said that I am a 'god' more than once, and you also said I am the 'god' worshiped by the Gongxi people... So, are my dreams connected to reality? Could it be a warning for the future? Or could it be a replay of what has already happened?"

"More than that. As far as I know, there are thousands of universes in the world. As long as there is even a small handful of soil in that world, your incarnation can go there. Your Highness may be traveling in a small world when he is dreaming, or he may be helping a small world. The world is born.”

Shen Tang was stunned for a moment: "So powerful?"

It does sound a bit cool.

But this wasn't the answer she wanted.

Jimo Qiu: "It's awesome, but you can't do it now."

She is now a human being in every sense of the word. She has neither the ability to dream into a small world nor the ability to transform a dream into a whole world. Her dream is just an ordinary dream. Jimo Qiu looked at the two incarnations of Wenqi, sighed and gave advice: "I think about it every day, and I dream about it at night. Your Highness is too anxious. I suggest you drink some soothing and calming decoction to help you sleep."

Shen Tang: "..."

The little bit of strength I had just saved was gone.

She refused to give up and asked, "Isn't this really a warning?"

Jimo Qiu pointed at the two incarnations of Wen Qi that were about to ascend to heaven: "The incarnations of Wen Qi are connected to the spirit of the deity. The length of time they are awake is equivalent to how long His Highness has not slept. Even if the deity falls asleep for a short time, this time is not enough to restore vitality."

Two Wenqi incarnations can do the work of two people.

Can I satisfy the sleep needs of three people with just one sleep?

Previously, I could rely on the strong energy of a brave warrior to ignore the overdraft, but His Highness recently played "Soul Crossing" one after another - the consumption of "Soul Crossing" was not worth mentioning to His Highness. Now that he is a mortal, he needs to It consumes a lot of literary energy and energy, coupled with worries about the safety of staff, it is normal for dreams to be chaotic.

Shen Tang: "..."

The incarnation of literary spirit did not come back for a while.

Even she herself doesn't remember how long it took.

Jimo Qiu helped interpret the dream and concluded that Shen Tang needs time to sleep. If he can't sleep, he can drink a bowl of high-concentration soothing soup. If one bowl is not enough, he can have two bowls to relax and sleep for a day or two. The proposal was a good one, but Shen Tang refused.

It wasn't that the camp was so busy that she couldn't move, but Wu Xian, who should have been struggling for three to five days or even ten and a half months, gave her the answer in one day. He was willing to take the Zen position. Anyway, this matter would be beneficial to Gao Guo. However, before writing the edict for the Zen position, he wanted to meet Shen Tang and know the reason why she did this.

Shen Tang frowned: "Didn't I tell you the reason?"

Wu Xiandao: "You are not telling the truth."

He wanted to hear the truth and know what medicine she was selling.

Now that things have come to this, do you still want him to be regarded as a fool?

Shen Tang hesitated: "I am here for the southwest layout. Why should I shoot a second arrow when I can kill two birds with one stone?"

"Planning the southwest?"

Wu Xian tossed and turned last night and couldn't figure it out.

He imagined a hundred and eighty possibilities, none of which were related to Southwest. He gave the throne to his son, which at most affects the situation within the Gao Kingdom, and further afield, affects the central countries bordering the Gao Kingdom... What does it have to do with the southwest?

"There is someone from the Southwest Branch of the Society of Gods around your son. I know her identity. I also know her purpose. I also know who she belongs to and which force she works for. Giving you the Zen position in an unnecessary way is just a disservice to her. The wishful thinking is to stick a thorn in her and the master she is loyal to and drive a wedge between the two. As long as the separation is successful, a lot of things can be saved in the southwest..."

Shen Tang really wasn't trying to trick Wu Xian.

Mei Jinghe was not only a confidant of Qi Guozhu, but also the deputy director of the Southwest Branch. As a vice-president, Mei Jinghe must have a lot of connections and resources in his hands, just like Qi Shan knows about the prestigious civil and military talents who are active in the northwest. Qishan had previously offended the entire Southwest branch, and there had been long-standing conflicts between regional branches. The losses in Shangnan County were also related to the fighting between the two regional branches. If the conflict between Qi Guo and Kang Guo was brought to light, wouldn't Mei Jinghe take the opportunity to mobilize these connections?

It is also a big trouble that these connections belong to Qi State for a short period of time.

Shen Tang then thought about solving it.

In fact, it is easiest to eliminate the root cause. However, Mei Jinghe did a good job in security. Shen Tang focused most of his attention on the battlefield of Gaoguo, and he could not keep her last time. It is not too late. If force doesn't work, then we can only use our brains.

The first step is to destroy Mei Jinghe's consummation ceremony.

Wu Xian's Zen edict is a crucial link.

The second step is to alienate!

Shen Tang didn't explain it too clearly, but Wu Xian was able to sneak into the position of the king, and his mind was not completely arrogant, so he guessed a little bit of the truth. His face was livid, and it took him a while to suppress his sullen voice: "Hehehe, let's talk about it, who do you want me to pass the throne to?"

Because Shen Tang made it clear that he wanted to destroy the Gao Kingdom and refused peace talks between the two countries, to Wu Xian, it didn't matter whose name was written in the edict. He looked at the pen and ink on the table, and there was a trace of self-mockery in his heart - with this edict, Gao Guo would not be considered dead in one lifetime, and he would not be the leader of the country's subjugation. Oh, should I be grateful?

Shen Tang asked: "How old is your youngest child?"

Wu Xian: "Six."

"Six years old?"

Wu Xian twitched his lips: "Six months."

A brave warrior is always full of energy and has many wives and concubines at home. As the head of the country, Wu Xian has no need to treat himself harshly. He has many wives and concubines and many children. There are three children under one year old, and the six-month-old son is the youngest of the three.

"Among your children, which one has the strongest mother clan?"

Wu Xian almost gasped at this question.

Is Shen Youli's shamelessness not concealed at all?

He said with a dark face: "The fifth son."

Shen Tang asked again: "I remember that you have a concubine named Mi who is quite favored. Her status in the inner court is second only to the queen, right?"

Wu Xian showed a bit of unbearability on his face.

He softened his tone: "She can't do it. She has no maternal clan to rely on, and her character is too meek and gentle. If you want to provoke an internal fight among the heirs, she and her children are no match for others. You are just a target. , and find someone stronger.”

Although Mi is a dancing queen that he bought, she has given birth to children for him over the years. She is not only a gentle and pleasant love-talking flower, but also a virtuous wife who manages the inner court for him. The struggle between women in the inner court has always been cruel, and it is common for their heirs to die prematurely. Wu Xian has also heard about it. But Mi is different. She is very kind. Not only has she never harmed a child, but she also takes good care of every pregnant woman.

There are three to five newborns in the inner court every year. Except for one or two who are born weak and cannot be saved, the others all grow up to be healthy.

Shen Tang: "..."

Wu Xian is really a scumbag.

What does it mean to find a stronger target?

No matter how Shen Tang looks for him, the target is his concubine and heir.

and--

"Brother Zhaode, your vision of women has really not improved. In addition to her name, she is a concubine, and her real power is equal to that of a queen. How do you evaluate her as being humble and gentle? Do you think everything about her now is meek and gentle? Can it be done with gentleness?”

If you believe it, it is basically equivalent to agreeing with the argument that "as long as you stay safe, you can get pie in the sky". Power must be earned, not to mention that Mi is a dancer, and her identity is among the concubines in Wu Xian's backyard. As low as mid-range, no one can hold down other women at all? Isn't this downright funny?

"Being a role model for women with good conduct can convince others with their virtue."

Shen Tang: "..."

It’s okay for other people to say this, but it’s very funny when Wu Xian said it. If Wu Xian really recognized the power of "role models" so much, then what does it mean for him to kill his brother when he was young? Is it a boomerang of several decades?

Shen Tang clicked on the desk: "For the youngest son."

A sigh escaped Wu Xian's mouth.

I don’t know whether to let go of my hanging heart, or to feel sorry for myself.

After writing one piece, Wu Xian thought it was over. Unexpectedly, Shen Tang ordered someone to spread out a new piece of paper: "Here are your five sons."

Wu Xian: "..."

Shen Tang said: "Don't worry, write another copy to Mr. Mi."

Wu Xian finally couldn't bear it anymore and broke the brush with one hand.

"Shen Youli! Don't bully others too much!"

Shen Tang raised his eyelids, calmly looked into Wu Xian's blood-red copper bell eyes, and said: "Wu Zhaode, you'd better not disobey me! We can still discuss it now because I remember our past friendship. I am indeed not bloodthirsty. Butcher, I have no interest in killing all the former royal family, but that doesn’t mean I won’t do it. If necessary, I can do anything! Only by eradicating the roots can future troubles be eliminated forever! Do you want me to pull out a few seedlings in your fence, or do you want me to remove you? Half a hundred seedlings in the fence field were uprooted? Think about it!"

Shen Tang can bring great pressure to Wu Xian just by sitting there.

The two faced off for several breaths, but Wu Xian lost his mind and retreated. This retreat was like a dam collapsing, and it plummeted thousands of miles.

He had no choice but to write three copies.

After writing the last word, he could barely hold the pen.

"Shen Youli, you have changed, you are too cruel."

"Brother Zhaode, it's not that I have changed, it's that your vision of women has never been accurate. If you treat me as an equal male like you, you will only find that I am not ruthless enough, not that I am too ruthless." Shen Tang was in a good mood and took away three copies of the Zen edict that were exactly the same except for the names. They all had Wu Xian's personal seal on them, so the three copies were all legal.

Coincidentally, Gao Guo's envoy had already arrived half an hour ago.

Shen Tang was too lazy to see them and just ordered someone to pass on the message.

"There is no way to negotiate peace. I won't let go of the people. I will take the things back with me."

Although the envoy had carefully tidied up before arriving, the frustration and anxiety of the defeated could be seen in his brows. After revealing his identity, he was introduced to the Kangguo camp. The patrolling soldiers were all full of energy and high-spirited. They were surrounded by an invisible cold murderous aura, which suppressed the envoy's aura even more depressed. He felt bitter in his heart, but he was also mentally prepared to be left in the cold for three to five days.

How can a defeated person not be ridiculed?

I never thought that the results would come out in just half an hour.

The messenger was mentally prepared to be rejected. He was not surprised by the previous two statements, but he just didn't understand what the "thing" was.

"This, this is?"

The messenger nervously opened it and his eyes widened when he saw the content.

"The Zen Edict of Lord Wu."

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