Xiao Ye watched as General Zhen Ping became less active in marching as he went north. Last night, I drew a random sketch with a fire stick based on the memory of my previous life.

Xiao Ye moved out of the emperor, so Zhen Ping naturally didn't dare to ask any more questions and had no choice but to let him lead the team.

The resentments in my heart are gathering more and more.

Wang Feihu became more and more excited as he went north. He kept whispering in Xiao Ye's ears every day that he wanted to be the first to reach the place.

"I have heard from my father since he was a child that the first to ascend can be awarded the title of general. His biggest dream in this life is to be the first to ascend. I must fulfill my dream for my father."

Xiao Ye has a pair of peach blossom eyes, which are firm and appreciative:

"You can do it. As long as you listen to me, you will definitely be able to become a marquis and a general!"

Wang Feihu smiled honestly:

"Well! I listen to His Highness! Before I went out, my mother told me that my life belongs to Your Highness."

Under the leadership of Xiao Ye, the Northern Expedition army successfully reached Shuanghua City in northern Xinjiang without using pathfinders.

Zhen Ping even lost his temper:

We must make sure that he never comes back! To avoid becoming the third prince’s thorn in the side in the future!

Inside Frost Flower City.

Zhen Ping assigned his subordinates the first combat mission against the wolves.

Xiao Ye had a cold face and quietly watched his plan of arranging for him to be a power forward, hoping to bury himself in the wolf's mouth.

Lao Deng, who do you think is the stupid young man who is easy to bully?

You want to risk my life to please your good nephew who is the third prince, right?

Do you think I can’t see how powerful it is when I go to the battlefield for the first time?

Then your plan has come to nothing, it’s all left over from my play!

The generals present were all Zhen Ping's subordinates. Although they all saw that there was something wrong with the commander's battle plan, which was for the Ninth Prince's funeral plan, no one questioned it.

That night, Wang Feihu sneaked into Zhen Ping's room, raised his knife and killed him!

The next morning, Xiao Ye took the position of coach.

He looked around the audience with sharp eyes like a falcon, exuding a chilling aura that was incompatible with his age, just like a veteran who had been on the battlefield for a long time.

Xiao Ye can tell who these generals are by recalling them.

Who can stay and serve him, who should die here, he has a clear mind.

Xiao Ye said impassionedly that it was the Wolf Clan who attacked Zhen Ping, the head coach of the Zhenbei Army, at night.

Immediately, Zhen Ping's deputy general stood up and questioned, roaring,

"Impossible! Absolutely impossible! This is too ... "

Before he finished speaking, there was only the sound of a sharp sword being unsheathed, and the man's throat was sealed by Wang Feihu's sword.

Wang Feihu drew his sword so fast that the generals present could only see him sheathing his sword. If it wasn't for the blood splattered on his face, it's hard to say it was his hands that did it.

Xiao Ye turned a blind eye to everything at the scene and just continued to lecture with a majestic look:

"The army cannot live without a commander for a day, and I will now take over the responsibilities of the commander-in-chief for Zhen Ping.

Defeat the wolves and regain the lost territory of Tianqi.

Now, I am redeploying the battle plan to counterattack the wolves.

All of you, please listen carefully. Anyone who disobeys military orders will be killed! "

None of these generals could understand that there was something fishy about Zhen Ping's death, but now no one could refute it.

Xiao Ye is a prince, no matter what wrong he has done, he cannot be punished first and then punished.

If you fight him hard, all you will lose now is your own life.

In the first battle of the Zhenbei Army, they successfully recovered the lost Lingcheng.

Wang Feihu performed steadily and was the first to climb the tower, winning the title of first climber.

A sword cut off the wolf clan's banner, and lowered the body of the Lingcheng city guard hanging on the tower.

The victory in the first battle greatly encouraged the Zhenbei Army.

After a short period of repair, the army, led by the Ninth Prince Xiao Ye, made another effort and recovered all the lost cities.

Compared with the height and physical strength of the Apocalypse people, they have no advantage over the tough wolf clan members. However, they can't stand up to His Highness Ninth Prince's novel tactics, which beat the wolf clan like dogs!

The generals of the Zhenbei Army went from being forced to pretend to obey Xiao Ye at the beginning, to being sincerely convinced, and then to admiring him completely.

Xiao Ye finally used his strength to gain real control of the Zhenbei Army.

He continued to march north to take over the wolf clan's king's tent!

When the news of the Zhenbei Army's consecutive victories arrived in the capital, the emperor immediately went to the Buddhist hall to find Concubine Mo to share the joy.

These days, she has been fasting, chanting Buddha's name, and praying for her son Xiao Ye and the Zhenbei Army.

The Emperor held Concubine Mo tightly in his arms, and said with great emotion:

"Qingwu, I am lucky to have you. I can finally have a good year."

Xiao Ye received the imperial edict in the wolf clan's territory and made a peace knot with Concubine Mo himself, with a confused look on his face:

Inexplicably, there is an extra mother as a concubine. What's going on?

Doesn’t Concubine Mo hate me? How did Mo Jingchen convince her?

Since it’s Jingchen’s kindness, I’ll accept it~

The queen lingers on the sickbed, and Concubine Mo manages the harem.

The New Year's Eve banquet was arranged properly, neither extravagant nor shabby.

He also specially requested an order to pick up Mo Jingchen from outside the city and enter the palace to celebrate the New Year.

The queen is absent, and Concubine Mo is by your side. Even his natal nephew can have a place at the palace banquet.

Everyone can see that Concubine Mo is now more popular than the Queen, and has no equal in the harem.

None of the concubines and princes present truly enjoyed the joy of the New Year.

In the past, they all thought that their threat was the Queen's eldest son, but who knew that in just a few months, the Ninth Prince, who usually had no sense of existence, would show up.

He also jumped from the son of a court lady who was born as a horsewoman to the son of the famous Concubine Mo.

Mo Jingchen was dressed in white, sitting quietly in the crowd, his temperament was elegant and outstanding, more noble than that of a prince.

He quietly observed the expressions of the princes, and the looks that they cast at him intentionally or unintentionally were all full of hostility.

Since they can't do anything to Xiaosha now, they will point the finger at my aunt and me, right?

As expected, the Third Prince's mother, Concubine Zhen, started to make trouble, wanting to see Mo Jingchen perform a show to liven up the banquet.

Mo Jingchen did not object, and immediately borrowed the seven-stringed zither from Concubine Mo. His slender fingers danced on the strings and he played a powerful song "Treading on the Mountains and Rivers".

The son of an old friend not only has the same appearance as his old friend, but can also play his old friend's music.

The emperor's heart is filled with longing and memories of Mo Ziqi.

After the song ended, Mo Jingchen knelt down and kowtowed:

"I respectfully wish Your Majesty good health and longevity, and hope that one day you will unify the four seas and travel thousands of miles across the mountains and rivers."

The emperor was suddenly attacked by the dead memory:

Unifying the four seas and traveling thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, isn't this the agreement I made with Mo Ziqi when I was young?

Ziqi, you left me and left first, but you still have a son!

Child period, there is a child to be expected!

You look like your father, and you can also play the music your father composed. You should also be an official like your father did!

"Pure your life and promote Mo Jingchen to be the censor of the Imperial Court of the Fourth Rank."

"Your Majesty~"

Concubine Mo called out in a delicate tone, and her eyes were enough to express the resentment in her heart.