Baili Muyun's campaign against the Northern Qing Dynasty was recorded in history books as the most difficult battle in a century.

I had already made the worst plan for the cold weather in the Northern Qing Dynasty, but I didn't expect that this worst plan would be far worse than the really bad weather. I captured several small and medium-sized cities along the way, and the further I pushed forward, Going further, the weather will get even colder, and the heavy snowflakes flying all over the sky have no sense of beauty in the eyes of the soldiers. Instead, they look like a white paper to summon spirits.

The soldiers who were injured in the war could not get the best treatment in this ice and snow, and their wounds were difficult to heal. The clothes on their bodies were not enough to keep out the cold. As soon as they got close to the fire, they did not want to move away. They looked at the jumping flames and missed the warmth of spring. My hometown, I wonder if the fragrance of osmanthus from Xuanqian has spread throughout my hometown at this time.

The emperor in the carriage is still in a coma. He has not shown any sign of waking up for so many days, and it seems that he will sleep like this forever. What should such a coach who is always comatose and sleeping do? He has to drag a carriage forward during a war. , it is simply a burden! So someone suggested that it is better to send the emperor back to the palace first, so as to avoid suffering from the cold.

Eleven said: "Brother Huang is the commander of this expedition. Even if he is really going to coma, he can only coma on the battlefield. There is no reason to escape in the middle of the battle. If this is spread, wouldn't it make me laugh at Xuan Qian for being greedy and fearful?" A dead person?"

Wang Bohan advised: "Princess, the emperor is so comatose that he must find someone to treat him. The army is simple and rudimentary, so I'm afraid it will be detrimental to the emperor's condition."

On the 11th, he said: "Humph, how can my imperial brother be such a fragile and incompetent person! If a noble man can't stand this little bit of wind and snow, how can he command the three armies and promote the prestige of our country!"

Wang Bohan said helplessly: "But in the army, what would happen if there are assassins again?"

Eleven snorted coldly: "There are hundreds of thousands of people in the army, but they can't even catch a little assassin, and let him almost hurt the emperor. Why don't you look in the mirror and see if you still have any shame!"

Wang Bohan said nothing more, his face was livid, thinking that he would not care about a woman, and shouted to the horse to continue going. On the eleventh, he got into the carriage, and when he looked up, he saw Baili Muyun smiling so hard that his mouth reached behind his ears. On his face, he couldn't help but said angrily: "Brother Emperor, how long are you going to keep pretending!"

Baili Muyun rubbed his stomach, it was really painful from laughing, and after a long time he said: "I didn't expect you to be so sharp-tongued compared to Zhen'er on Shiyi. I guess Lao Wang's face is blue now."

"It doesn't matter if it's green, it's better if it's white!" Eleven squinted his eyes, still angry.

"Hmm...how is the situation in the army now?" Baili Muyun stopped playing around and looked at Eleven with a smile on his face.

"The clothes are too thin, and the food and grass are not enough. Without supplies, I'm afraid I won't be able to last much longer. Brother, please think of a way." Eleven said urgently, "Especially at night, most sleeping places are covered with quilts on the floor. , no matter how separated it is, the cold air of the snow water can penetrate through, and the soldiers can't even sleep well, how can they still have the strength to fight during the day?"

"Didn't you say last time that grain and grass were being shipped? Why hasn't it arrived yet?" Baili Muyun asked, not in a hurry.

"Forget about that batch. All the grain and grass are stored in the south. They have to be transported from the south to the north, and then to the Northern Qing Dynasty. Do you know how many roads there are along the way, the emperor? I'm not sure where I am still lingering now." Shiyi said helplessly, I don’t know what the emperor brother was thinking, but he should have prepared all the food and grass before sending out troops.

Baili Muyun looked out from the slit of the carriage and saw what a vast expanse of white snow. Looking over for dozens of miles, there was not even a trace of green, but only snow-covered peaks.

Suddenly a voice came from outside: "The bird in Miss Eryu's hand is really cute."

Only then did Baili Muyun realize that Eryu, who had just said she was going out to get some tea, had not come back yet. She only heard her say: "Yes, it's a pity that such a cute bird is injured. Mr. Wang, can I keep it?"

"Of course you can, just be careful not to let the birds scratch the emperor."

"Well, thank you, Mr. Wang."

Then, they saw Eryu slowly opening the curtain and walking in. He lowered the curtain with a smile, and smiled softly at Wang Bohan outside. Baili Muyun, who was lying down pretending to be unconscious, immediately sat up and caught Eryu's limp body.

He was about to fall down and asked: "What's wrong?"

Eryu's forehead was covered with sweat, all because of the cold weather. He was holding a white dove in his hands that was trembling. The feathers were full of blood, which stained Eryu's hands.

"Oh!" Eleven suddenly screamed in a low voice, "This blood... this blood belongs to you, Eryu!"

"What!" Baili Muyun was also shocked.

Eryu smiled and hid his hand and said: "When I went out, I saw this pigeon and it fell outside. I knew that this pigeon was probably the pigeon used to communicate with the emperor. I was about to carry it in, but I didn't expect to bump into Mr. Wang. I was afraid

Lord Wang became suspicious, so he had to open the wound and rub some of the blood on the pigeon's feathers."

"Poor girl, I've wronged you." Baili Muyun sighed. As expected of someone close to Mo Xi, she was so smart. The wound she made should have been when Mei Xi came to assassinate him that day. In order not to make people suspicious,

He had no choice but to offend Eryu and scratch her arm to make it look like she was risking her life to protect the Lord.

Thinking of this, Baili Muyun quickly asked Eleven Gang Eryu to re-bandage the wound. If a good girl leaves a scar, it will be bad. And he couldn't wait to open a piece of tissue paper in the mailbox

, the beautiful handwriting on it was left by Mo Xi. He seemed to be able to see Mo Xi grinding the ink and picking up the pen. The faint fragrance of the ink was just like the smell of her body.

Feeling and feeling, after waiting for a long time, Baili Muyun was willing to read the content on the paper. As he watched, his smile gradually grew bigger and bigger, and he chuckled: "Mo Xi, Mo Xi, you are really mine.

Lucky star."

"Brother Huang, what did Sister Mo Xi say?" Eleven was also curious about what made Brother Huang laugh like this.

Baili Muyun handed the letter to Eleven, lay down relaxedly, crossed his legs, swayed, and said: "Eleven, I'll leave this matter to you and Chang Hai."

Eleven couldn't hide the smile on his face, nodded in agreement, and said: "Sister Mo Xi, you are really a rare and wonderful woman in the world!"

"What are you talking about? What's wrong, master?" Eryu washed the blood on his hands and couldn't help but ask when he saw how abnormal the two of them were.

"We are talking about your master solving a huge problem for the emperor." Eleven smiled, his bright eyes shining with happiness.

Eryu was still puzzled. She looked at Baili Muyun, but he had a cat's eye earring halfway between his lips, his slender phoenix eyes were slightly squinted, his hands were resting behind his head, and his black hair was spread out like a burst.

This look was indescribably evil, and Eryu's eyes moved away repeatedly.
Chapter completed!