The night is thick and heavy.

Sheriff Jingle pushed the door into the house and was so startled by Le Frost, who was dressed in night clothes, that she almost fell down.

"It's me...I'm sorry, I'll be careful next time."

The small woman's trembling form against the wall was a sight to behold as Le Frost moved inwardly, and not having time to change into his civilian robes, he walked towards her with his lean and shapely upper body exposed, and wrapped the person into his arms to coax her.

The first day of the New Year rested the dynasty, Le Frost used this period of time to secretly take people on a mission, and was gone for two days and one night.

Jingle hugged her beloved man's waist and looked up at him with a good-natured smile: .

"I'm fine, are you done with your errands?"

"Well, my brethren and I secretly moved Fuqu's family."

"Rune song?"

County Lord Jingle felt that the name was familiar, frowned and thought about it, her eyes lit up: .

"Isn't this man the senator general of the fifth battalion of the Jinggi army, he's the one who escorted the munitions northward with Uncle Nine."

There were hidden patches of ghostly light in the bottom of Le Frost's dark eyes, and he decided to selectively tell Jingle some things here and now.

"Ying Er, there is something I want you to help me with."

After a slight surprise, Shizuku was full of honesty.

"You're my husband, of course I'm going to help you if you're in trouble."

"The Emperor is going to lay hands on the Ninth Prince, he has detained the Ninth Princess, forced the Ninth Prince to go north, and ordered Fu Qu to lay hands on him halfway. If the Ninth Prince returns safely to the capital again, Fu Qu's family will die!"

"Huh?!" Shizuku covered her mouth, her face ashen.

After a moment of panic, she bowed her head and said.

"I knew that the Emperor hadn't died at all. I pretended to be submissive before, and before I got into the palanquin he even hinted that after I married into the Ninth King's Mansion, I would have to go into the palace from time to time to report to him on how Uncle Nine was doing."

Le Frost has a sad look on his face.

"Right now, the Ninth Wangfei is pregnant and is confined to Cining Palace, and does not yet know the news of His Majesty's impending journey north."

The expression on his face made Shizuku look sad, and by and by he shook his hand :)

"Husband, you're working for the Ninth Prince?"

Le Fontaine is unapologetic.

"In the early years, the king was kind to me, and seeing that he was under duress from the emperor, I couldn't not help."

Jingle pondered for a while and said.

"Tomorrow on the fifth day of the year, you and I, husband and wife, will bring some gifts and flowers to the palace to see the old ancestor. When the time comes, I'll stall her, and you'll find a way to distract the palace people and go see the Ninth Princess."

Suddenly the light in her eyes froze, and the little woman pondered.

"Husband, you have to be honest with me. If you are willing to help the Ninth Prince, are you still remembering your past love with that Hua Wuyan?"

"Of course not!" Le Frost's gaze was deep, and he didn't want to hide it from her any longer.

"The person I wanted to marry was originally you, so if you think about what happened on the day of the wedding, you'll understand my good intentions."

"The day of the wedding ...... Murphy ......"

The little woman's calm recollection of the moment dawned on her :

"I know! No wonder Eunuch Hei complained that day that he almost acted in defeat, so ...... the other group of black-clothed men were ......"

It was the gushing little mouth that was covered by the man's hand, and he smiled as he lowered his head and kissed her brow ......

On the fifth day of the Lunar New Year, Princess Jingle and Yibin Le Frost went to the palace to visit Mrs. Xiao.

The Dowager Princess was overjoyed and gave the evening meal.

Afterward, Jingle ordered the chamberlain to light all the fireworks and firecrackers she had brought into the palace and invited the Dowager Consort and a group of people to watch them outside of Ci Ning Palace.

Le Frost utilized this opening to sneak into the East Supporting Hall to report to Yun Shi about the Ninth Prince's situation.

"What? His Majesty has led the troops north?!"

Yun Shi looks shocked, gathered his hands in the temple wandering steps, worried about uncertainty.

"Why he won't listen to me and save himself first ......"

"Your Highness is really worried about the safety of you and your child, and has to listen to the arrangements of the Emperor. However, you can rest assured that Fu Qu, the general of the five battalions of the capital, is a man of uprightness, and only needs to be told the pros and cons and he will understand what to do, and I have already secretly protected his family, so there will be no loss on the road."

At the end of his speech, Le Frost looked at Yun Shi's sadness that was not dispersed under the face of a disguised face, and turned his speech to a decisive turn, and his voice was low: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

"My lord, instead of being passive, we should take the initiative. I would like to lead the East Chamber's Fans and Guards...to assassinate Hua Nanxin."

"No!"

Yun Shi instantly raised a stern eyebrow and duh interrupted him:

"Don't make unnecessary sacrifices, Hua Nanxin's martial arts are superior, we have already made a move so far, one wrong move is a total loss, none of us can afford to lose.

At the moment, there is a rebellion in the north of Dayi by the You tribe, and in the east, the Ying Kingdom is moving, and the party dispute within the dynasty is getting more and more intense.

If there is no emperor, this country can only be divided cleanly by anyone. The swirling chaos at that time would be beyond the power of the Ninth Prince to control."

Le Fontaine's eyes are red.

"What will you do then? Your child with the king is also in danger."

Yun Shi thought for a moment, solemn: .

"Prepare for a protracted war, for the sake of the King, even if I have to live in humiliation, I will give birth to my child in peace and look forward to the day of family reunion.

Xiao Bei, make arrangements to plant eyes and ears in Ci Ning Palace, especially the nurse practitioner who will deliver my baby must be one of us. On the day I give birth, this disguise will be impossible to disguise.

Also, activate the civil diary, I will use the power of the people to force Huanan Xin to release me from the palace!"

Hua Nanhe led the capital city army 50,000 to escort the military supplies used in the Northern Expedition from the capital city, marching to the north of the end of a month or so, will soon meet with the Northern Expeditionary Army.

At this time in February, the capital spring cold, the northern climate is still cold.

A freezing rain came out of nowhere in the Humpback Mountains.

The wind was as fierce as a gale in the forest floor, the streams poured down, and the grass dripped into ice.

The road seemed to be splashed with oil, and it was difficult to move the carriages and horses in a slippery and muddy way.

Seeing that the sky was getting dark, General Fu Qu ordered the army to settle down and rest.

Setting up camp in the mountains and forests would have been a major military offense, but the polar climate was harsh, and Fuqu thought it would be difficult for their army to march in this hellish weather, as did the enemy.

It's only a one-night break. There shouldn't be any accidents.

To the second half of the night, the wind is more and more pulling faster and faster, ice cones hanging upside down branches, grass crazy folding and swaying, issued a falcon-like sharp whistling.

The freezing rain was so loud and powerful that the swish sound moved heaven and earth, and everywhere in sight was white and bright.

Inside the tent, which had been shaken by the storm, Hua Nanhe suddenly opened his eyes and rolled over and jumped off the soft couch with his brows furrowed.

Prostrating himself sideways, he listened attentively, and then rose.

The commotion of the longsword coming out of its sheath awoke Fuqu, who was actually disturbed from his sleep by the stormy night.

"Someone's coming."

Hua Nanhe spoke to him with a gloomy face, and abruptly his eyes changed.

There was something unusual about the bright light reflected on the tent!

A soldier ran in through the curtain in fear, slipping and falling to his knees.

"Report, report...report! The enemy has come to rob the grain, the northern camp is on fire!"

Fu Qu nearly spat out blood and ran out of the tent with Hua Nanhe with his long axe.

The fire across the street was so fierce that half the sky was red.

There were warhorses running wildly back and forth between the tents, numbering in the hundreds.

The horse's hooves are tied with rough leather, so that it can run and march recklessly in the icy and snowy land.

They are as fast as lightning, and like sly ghosts they weave and dance wildly.

The men on horseback were formidable, their mouths letting out cries of wanton victory, throwing out locking hooks to collapse the tents of the Da Yi army, and throwing up pine oil torches that the rain and snow couldn't extinguish, burning Da Yi's soldiers alive in the collapsed tents.

The Da Yi soldiers were in disarray, some went to rescue supplies, while others set up their lances and fought the northern barbarians to the death.

Hua Nanhe struck viciously, slashing his sword on the horse's leg, forcing the man on the horse's back to fall down heavily.

The man angrily glared roundly at the tiger's eyes, and when he saw Hua Nanhe, who had a head full of silver hair polyester, the barbarian first froze, and then a cold light swept up, and he drew out his curved sword, curving his back and aiming it at Hua Nanhe was a bear pouncing.

Hua Nanhe didn't dodge, a hint of ridicule spilled out from the corner of his mouth as he stepped forward and attacked furiously with his sword.

The silver-white light broke through a crack in mid-air, and with a miserable horn, the scimitar flew backwards.

The barbarian, clad in blood, fell to the ground without a sound.

The surrounding accomplices were all shocked at the sight, howling and swaying, three or four people surrounded Hua Nanhe.

Huananhe attacked with his sword, his pace was athletic and his moves were powerful.

"Pfft, pfft," "gabba"-

The sounds of penetrating skin and breaking bones rose and fell, mixed with miserable screams and angry curses in barbarian language.

Underfoot, the color of blood spreads ......

The last person was stabbed through his left shoulder by Hua Nanhe's sword, followed by him lifting his foot and kicking him off.

The man landed on the ground, and more than twenty Da Yi soldiers rushed up and poked him into a sieve with their lances, picking the corpse high up on their spearheads.

In another place, Fu Qu raised his axe and fought with a barbarian, but his feet slipped violently and fell on his side.

The barbarian on horseback "haha" wild laughter, bent over and was about to make up for the knife, by the Hua Nanhe old far flying javelin through the brain.

The warhorse was frightened and charged into the rainy night dragging the man's body with it.

The bad fight stops when the freezing rain stops.

Of the hundred camp robbers and arsonists, all but five were captured and annihilated.

The grain and supplies damaged by the fire were only a small portion of what the soldiers fought to save.

Taking advantage of the brigade's reorganization break, Fu Qu led Wah Nam Hyuk into no man's land.

"Your Highness, thank you for saving me just now."

The burly man clasped his fists at Huananhe, his brows sullen and solemn.

"A show of hands is not enough."

Hua Nanhe smiled faintly, wiping his longsword clean and closing it into its sheath.

All the way north, his impression of Fuqu was one of reticence, like he was weighing down some kind of unspeakable preoccupation.

How many times have the two of them looked at each other, Fuqu always wanting to say something.

"The King ......"

At the moment, the red-faced hunk was smiling tantalizingly at the man's handsome face, again.

And Hua Nanhe understood that someone like Fuqu would not have taken him away from the crowd if it was only for words of thanks.

"Your Majesty, you shouldn't have saved me!"

After some rounds of hesitation, Fuqu finally looked straight at Hua Nanhe, his eyes glittering and firm under the dark night, watery light rolling inside.

"I received a holy order before leaving the capital to lay hands on you on the way north, only to assume that you would die in the midst of the battle of the Northern Expedition. But, but you saved me ......"

Looking at the man who covered his face and cried out in pain and fell to the ground, Hua Nanhe's expression was still like his heart, calm as the vast sea.

In fact, Hua Nanhe had always been on high alert along the way, yet to this day, he was still well alone.

"General Fu, get up." Hua Nanhe reached out to assist.

At this moment, he finally realized what was the reason that made the straight man's mumbling and few words like a huge stone on his shoulders during this January's march.

"But why did you disobey your orders, not only by not laying a hand on the King, but by informing him of the whole matter?"

"I couldn't get down." Runequil wipes tears from her eyes.

"Although I, Fu Wenqian, am a rough man, I am not one who does not know what is right.

You have done the people of the Central Plains honor in your dealings with Ambassador Ying, and you are a good prince. I will be cursed for a thousand years if I lay a hand on you."

Hananh looks at him with a bland, calm look.

"Thank you, for being merciful to the King."

Curtail your sadness, Runequil Arch.

"Being honest with you makes the last general's mood much lighter. There is still time before dawn, so please return to your tent first and rest for a moment, Your Majesty."

"...Good."

Hwa Nang Hyuk was stunned, didn't say anything more and turned to take a step.

There was a sharp, ear-splitting sound of "miso" behind him.

Hua Nanhe rushed back, just as he saw Fuqu pulling out his belt sword and racking it towards his neck.

"What are you doing-"

Hua Nanhe indignantly shouted, snapping his fingers to make a point of internal force to hit Fuqu's wrist point.

The sword fell rudely to the ground.

Warnanh pulled at his armor and yanked the man to attention: the

"Flesh and blood beings are subject to their parents, why did you kill yourself! Why-"

FUJITSU tears up.

"The last general's disobedience is a disgrace to His Majesty, and the killing of His Majesty is a disgrace to the world, so the only way to live up to one's name is to die. After I die, the 50,000 men under my command can be put under the command of Your Majesty."

"Confused!" Wah Nanhe couldn't hold back his anger and cursed: .

"A man is born to stand up to the heavens and die. If you want to die, die on a real battlefield. What kind of hero is it to die here in the wilderness and become food for the wolfhounds!"

Fuqu's pupils shrank, and he was instantly nudged awake.

With one knee on the ground, the strong man clasped his fists in a trembling manner, feeling extremely snotty.

"Thank you, Your Highness, for pointing out the way. If Fuqu still has a life after the Northern Expedition, I am willing to follow Your Majesty in the future!"

Huananhe's eyes are like stars, and his smile is like a smile.

"Good."