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Chapter 431 Chapter 430: Great War, Imminent

Half a month later, Ling Po, who went to hunt Feng Yuan back, brought news that Feng Yuan is now hiding in Xirong, with Jimo Hanjin.

In this way, Nan Zhuohua will go to Xirong even more, she wants to capture Fengyuan with her own hands.

During this period of time, Wu Yu worked day and night to develop the spirit devourer, and finally developed a drug to alleviate the toxicity. Although it is not an antidote, it can also buy Nan Zhuohua a lot of time.

Now the speed at which the spirit devouring poison invades the clouds and dyes the moon's veins is slowing down, but he only has two months.

In these two months, if there is no Yao Lingxin, Yun Ranyue will either die of Devouring Soul, or give birth to Demon Devouring.

In these two cases, I don't know which one will come first.

When Nan Zhuohua was about to go to Xirong, the border suddenly became urgent, and the army of Xirong invaded Dajin.

Undoubtedly, this was Jimo Hanjin's idea.

He knew that Yun Ranyue would not let him go, and sooner or later there would be a battle between Xirong and Dajin, so Jimo Hanjin preemptively struck.

This time, Nan Zhuohua went out in person.

As the emperor, Yun Ranyue still has a lot of political affairs to deal with every day in the court, and he has no way to leave Dajin, so Nan Zhuohua can only go to the border alone.

The night before the expedition, Nan Zhuohua went to the dark room to check on Feng Qi.

Today's Feng Qi has had his spiritual veins deprived, his tendons in his hands and hamstrings have been cut off, he is completely a useless person.

He was lying on the floor of the iron cage, with messy hair covering his face, a scruffy beard, and only gray and dead silence in his pupils.

"Father."

With an ethereal and cold voice, Nan Zhuohua slowly walked to the iron cage.

Feng Qi, who was lying on the ground, changed his expression, raised his upper body with difficulty and sat up, looked at Nan Zhuohua who had grown up now, his pupils trembled slightly, "You, you finally came back again."

Inadvertent panic leaked out of his dry and hoarse voice. Standing in front of him, Nan Zhuohua seemed to see hell.

"It's okay if you don't come back," Nan Zhuohua chuckled, his eyes were dotted with evil spirits: "If you don't come back, how can I let you and Feng Yuan pay for their lives."

At this moment, Feng Qi was too scared to speak.

When he murdered Feng Yao back then, he never expected that she would come back for revenge.

"Tell father a good thing." Nan Zhuohua lightly raised his eyes and looked at him: "Feng Yuan has been found, and she escaped once in the middle, and fled to Xirong. Tomorrow, I will personally capture her."

She smiled, with a cold mouth: "Don't expect Feng Yuan to come to save you, because I will take your life in a while, and I will go out tomorrow. Before that, I will sacrifice you to heaven."

At the moment of death, most people will be afraid, Feng Qi is one of them.

Because he couldn't move his hands and feet, his body was stiff, he twisted and crawled towards the corner, shouting in horror: "Feng Yao, I am your father, you can't kill me, if you kill me, you will be treason!"

Is it treason?
Nan Zhuohua raised his eyebrows: "So what?"

In a blink of an eye, she entered the iron cage and approached Feng Qi step by step. Her steps seemed to be stepping on Feng Qi's heart, making Feng Qi feel that death was approaching him step by step.

"No, Feng, Feng Yao, you can't do this, I'm your father—"

The sound stopped abruptly, Feng Qi stared wide-eyed, his head rolled to the ground, blood stains splashed onto Nan Zhuohua's bright red skirt, congealing into a few drops of deep red.

After walking out of the dark room, Yun Ranyue was waiting for her in the main hall.

Without saying too much, Yun Ranyue kissed the corner of Nan Zhuohua's mouth: "Hey, the bath water is ready."

Nan Zhuohua hugged his neck tightly: "Together."

"I just finished washing," Yun Ranyue smiled.

"Then wash it again, didn't I wash it twice last time?" Nan Zhuohua blinked his almond eyes, with a sly look at the end of his eyes.

"it is good."

Yun Ranyue couldn't help laughing, knowing what she meant, she followed her, and immediately went to take a bath with Nan Zhuohua in her arms.

Lingering to death, a night without dreams.

At dawn the next day, Nan Zhuohua led his troops to the expedition.

It was winter in December, and the first snow of winter began to fall. The cold wind blew gently, and the snowflakes floated aimlessly in the air, covering the entire imperial capital with a layer of desolate white.

Song Zhibai was pregnant and could not lead the army. Only Junye and Jing Yu went with Nan Zhuohua. The two had a total of 20 military power, and Nan Zhuohua led 30, a total of [-].

Jun Elegy went with him as an assistant, and Bixi followed him.

As maidservants, Wuyu and Miyan were inseparable from Nan Zhuohua, so they naturally followed her on the expedition. Yun Ranyue asked Qing Yu to follow Nan Zhuohua to protect her, leaving Ling Po alone in Lanyue Palace.

At the gate of the city, 30 soldiers lined up, waiting for orders.

On the city wall, Nan Zhuohua and Yun Ranyue stood side by side. She was dressed in red, red like blood, and he was dressed in white, white like snow, complementing each other.

The snow on the top of the head fell one after another, and fell on Nan Zhuohua's hair with a layer of white, and the blue hair that Yun Ranyue used to have was already full of white hair.

If he was drenched in snow together in the morning, he would be counted as graying together in this life.

Yun Ranyue looked back and brushed the snow from Nan Zhuohua's hair. She was wearing a fox fur, and Yun Ranyue helped her fasten the belt around her neck.

Nan Zhuohua stood on tiptoe and kissed the corner of his mouth: "Wait for me to come back."

Yun Ranyue kissed her back: "Well, wait for you."

The snow is endless, and the world is vast.

Nan Zhuohua jumped down from the city wall tens of meters away and landed on a steed in front of the city gate.

Drums beating, trumpets sounding.

Nan Zhuohua set off with an army of 30 troops, and the empress personally marched, and the morale of the soldiers was high.

Along the long roads, Nan Zhuohua led thousands of horses galloping, rolling up thousands of layers of ice.

In the 18th year of the Great Jin Dynasty, on December 30rd, the Xirong invaded, and the Empress Xinrong of the Great Jin Dynasty led the army to conquest. [-] troops approached the border.

Xirong was under Fengyuan, who occupied Youzhou on the border of the Great Jin overnight, and the Xirong army was unstoppable.

Youzhou fell, and Nan Zhuohua was not surprised, after all, with Feng Yuan's skill, he could defeat a thousand with one.

Two days later, Nan Zhuohua led an army of 30 soldiers to the city of Youzhou. The black army was menacing.

The snow has just stopped, and the world is covered with snow.

On the city wall, Feng Yuan has been waiting here for a long time.

Her beautiful eyes were cold to the army under the city, Feng Yuan raised her red lips: "Feng Yao, you are finally here, but I made my sister wait."

Under the wide hood, the cold wind whipped up Nan Zhuohua's broken hair, blurred her almond eyes, her slightly narrowed eyes were as cold as snow: "Feng Yuan, I said, you are only allowed to escape from my hand once." , this time, I won't let you escape again."

"Hahaha, let's see if you have the ability," Feng Yuan laughed, unable to care about Nan Zhuohua's words, her beautiful eyes swept across the army under the city, and asked Nan Zhuohua: "How many troops did you bring?"

Nan Zhuohua made no secrets: "30."

"Tsk, 30 is just right, and my side is also 30," Feng Yuan narrowed her beautiful eyes: "30 vs. 30, Feng Yao, let's see who is better."

"Then try." Nan Zhuohua sneered.

"You are really the same as before, so frivolous, which is really annoying," Feng Yuan said with a cold smile on her lips, and ordered the soldiers: "Open the city gate and attack!"

Nan Zhuohua shouted: "The soldiers of the Great Jin Dynasty obey the order."

"exist!"

The majestic voice of the 30 army resounded through the sky, majestic and majestic.

Nan Zhuohua said: "Kill!"

(End of this chapter)