"you do not know?"

"You know what?"

"Huang Taiji has captured Zunhua. The Jin army is about to attack Beijing. Now the whole city is under martial law. Who knows when a war will break out!"

"What?!"

"Hey, that's what happened. I won't tell you anymore. The imperial concubine is still waiting for my reply." After that, the palace maid walked away quickly.

The Jin Army...is coming to Beijing!?

The instinctive sense of crisis came one after another, irresistibly, and suddenly occupied Dezhong's heart.

"Uncle Ghost, Uncle Ghost!"

Dezhong knocked on the door twice randomly, and without waiting for an answer, he hurriedly opened the door and went in. The ghost uncle sat on the wicker chair with the medicine jar and raised his head to look at Dezhong.

"Why are you so panicked?"

"Uncle Gui knows that the Jin army is about to attack the city!"

"Really?" Uncle Ghost nodded and continued to mix the medicine calmly, as if the matter had nothing to do with him at all.

"Uncle Gui, you don't believe it?" Dezhong's eyes widened, "It's true. People everywhere in the palace are in panic today. Everyone knows about this."

"Haha, I believe it."

"Hey, what will happen if Jinlu captures Beijing?" Dezhong sat down on the wicker chair. The wicker chair seemed to be unable to support it and made a harsh squeaking sound. "Will the capital be destroyed?"

It's a mess, burn it to the ground..."

Uncle Ghost smiled and shook his head.

"Then do you think we will die?"

"..."

"Hey, what should we do..." Dezhong stood up from the wicker chair again without waiting for Uncle Gui's answer, and walked around uneasily in the room.

"Brother, please relax."

"Huh?" Hearing Uncle Gui speak, Dezhong stopped.

"In this world, what is supposed to come will always come, and what is supposed to go will always go," Uncle Ghost said unhurriedly, "No one can go against the current, and it is useless to worry about it. Brother, please rest easy for now.

If you are impatient, just look at it with a little more perspective."

"Uh... look at it... how do you look at such a big thing?"

The ghost uncle smiled hoarsely and did not answer.

Dezhong frowned. His mind was in such a mess that Uncle Ghost couldn't hear what he said. But for the moment he didn't know what to say to relieve his anxiety, so he could only sigh, became silent, and sat back on the chair.

It was quiet for a while. In the incense burner, the three incense burnt out one after another, the incense ashes broke and fell down, and the room was filled with smoke. The sunlight came in from the small window, bypassed the smoke, and spread out into a small patch of light at the feet of the ghost uncle, reflecting him

The wrinkles on his face seemed to be clearer.

"Don't worry. The Ming Dynasty has not exhausted its energy. There will definitely be no danger this time."

After a long while, Uncle Ghost spoke slowly. His voice was still hoarse, but it seemed particularly peaceful at this moment.

"Uncle Ghost...how do you know?" Dezhong was a little surprised and asked tentatively.

The ghost uncle smiled and still lowered his head to pound the medicine.
Chapter completed!