In the imperial capital's Grand Prince's Mansion, Vallei and Sikong Mochen were waiting for an important guest. In the courtyard, Vallei looked at the sky with a look of ugly face, "This damn eunuch, is quite arrogant."

After graduating from the aristocratic college, Sikong Mochen was dependent on the eldest prince for the benefit of his family. After several years of training, he, who was already a genius, gradually gained the trust of the eldest prince. Looking at Valle, who looked a little ugly, Sikong Mochen smiled, "Your Highness, what are you concerned about with a slave? How can he raise his value if he doesn't do this? We are still afraid that he will have no price."

Vallello thought and laughed, "Yes, it's good for us to have the price and to be used by us. If he's priceless, it's really not good news for us."

"I have been waiting for you for a long time. If I really can't receive the news in the palace, I will get out immediately. Please forgive me." Before the person arrived, the voice came to the courtyard. Medith entered the courtyard under the leadership of the guards.

Valle stepped forward and grabbed Medith intimately, "The general manager is so polite. Xiao Wang knew that the general manager could not be separated in the palace, so it would be fine as long as people came. There were already wine and food in the house, so we would have eaten and chat."

After three rounds of drinking, Medith's eyes were already a little dim, "I don't know what instructions did Your Highness ask me for."

Valle and Sikong Mochen looked at each other, and Sikong Mochen said, "Sir, this is the case. The war in southern Xinjiang is tight now, and our highness is afraid that the emperor is too worried about this, so we suggest that the third prince go to the southern Xinjiang to supervise the army. The emperor has been unable to make up his mind about this, so we ask the emperor to give more advice to the emperor."

Medes's drunkenness seemed to be dispelled by Sikong Mochen's direct words, and his speech was a little unsteady, "This, how could I be qualified to make suggestions for this emperor's family affairs?"

Valle patted Medith on the shoulder, "The chief steward is a smart man, and there is no need to say much about the clever man. You also know that in the near future, I will be the master of the Golden Empire. If the chief steward works for me with all his heart, then after I ascend the throne, the position of the chief steward of the chief steward will still be yours."

He has never experienced power and will never know where the power is. As the chief supervisor of the country, Medith deeply felt the beauty of power. Although his position is low, all nobles and officials at all levels respect themselves when they see him. This beauty makes him wake up laughing in his dreams.

At this time, the heir of the empire threw an olive branch to him, which was a huge opportunity for him, an opportunity to continue his power. After all, he was still young. All kinds of thoughts in Medith's mind quickly turned, and suddenly a figure sitting up from the body appeared in his mind. All hopes disappeared quickly, and a chill made Medith completely awake, "Thank you for your kindness, I will do my best to do my best for you."

Valle and Sikong Mochen kept paying attention to the change in Medes's face. They saw that Medes finally agreed after fierce ideological struggles and were overjoyed. After all, Medes' status in the palace was too special, and having such a person's help was too important to Valle.

An ordinary sedan chair left the Grand Prince's Mansion from the side door and stopped in a small restaurant. Medith walked into the restaurant and sat down at a table. It was obviously not the first time he had been here. Without his instructions, the waiter had already served his favorite drink. "Notify Tar and tell him that the young master, the third prince will soon reach the southern border and serve as the military supervisor." Medith did not question his influence on the emperor at all. He knew very well that as long as he participated in this matter, the third prince would go to the southern border. The waiter's movements did not pause at all, and as if he had not heard Medith's words, he put down the drink and left.

After Medith left, Valle turned the golden crystal wine glass that only the royal family could use and said to Sikong Mochen: "Although Canghai has no support in the imperial capital, do you see if we put him in the southern Xinjiang will give him new opportunities?"

Sikong Mo Chen knew this big prince who was kind but actually vicious. He said respectfully: "Since your highness arranged for the third prince to go to southern Xinjiang, there must be a safe arrangement, and he will definitely not get new opportunities."

Valle raised his wine glass and said in words that only he could hear, "Canghai, my third brother, my brother is here to see you off."

As time goes by, the first snow fell on the Helsey grassland after winter, and the boundless white solidified all the scenes on the grassland.

In the fifth dead camp, the poor dwarf Deckney threw the 100th pagoda knife to Beichen who came to urge the goods, and threw the big hammer to the ground, "Don't do it anymore, you damn boy. You don't know how much energy these complex patterns cost me. I really don't know how much of my energy it is to make, an ordinary knife is so exquisite and useless. It was wasted this rare black iron. Oh my God, and the sword that is perfect in itself, I actually melted them and cast these garbage."

"Amitabha Buddha Deckney, the little monk told you many times that those patterns are Buddhas, which contain mysterious meanings. More than a hundred Buddhas cast on a knife can wash away the sins of killing."

The dwarf Deckney glared at him, "Farting, the sin of killing, aren't you farting off your pants? Oh, and, don't do anything to me, I feel uncomfortable."

Beichen suddenly felt that he and this damn dwarf were people from two worlds and could not communicate at all, so he threw a sentence at him, "You can do it, if you don't want to be torn apart by those prisoners. Oh, I forgot to tell you that some of them are very interested in the body of the dwarf. Amitabha Buddha, sin, sin."

Looking at Beichen who flashed out, Deckney reacted for a long time and roared, "You damn bald donkey, I'm still interested in your body." After scolding, the dwarf felt much more comfortable and felt secretly happy, "It's the fourth young master, this bald donkey is more fatal."

There were two more tents in front of Sikong Haoxuan's camp, and there were one hundred prisoners holding pagoda knives. No, they might be called warriors.

Jing, Sikong Haoxuan's tent was very quiet, with the tent as the center, exuding a terrible cohesion. A regular patrol team appeared in the entire dead camp, with ten people interspersed in the dead camp, and their vigilance was extremely strict. However, when everyone passed by the Sikong Haoxuan's tent, they couldn't help but let their pace lightly.

"Beichen, what do you think of the Dead Camp now?" Sikong Haoxuan sat cross-legged on the fur of the white monster and headed towards Beichen Road entering the camp.

Beichen clasped his hands together, "The Fourth Young Master is indeed unable to do anything. After your training, the mortality rate of those prisoners has indeed dropped sharply. Although they will be seriously injured in every battle, for monks who are proficient in treatment, as long as it is not fatal injuries, I have a way to restore them. But the little monk is very curious about how you did it."

Sikong Haoxuan smiled, "It's very simple. For these regular prisoners with powerful martial arts, as long as they have the right method to guide, they will exert huge combat power. The fatal points of a person are limited, and there are only two things that need to be done on the battlefield, killing enemies and evading, and the most important thing is cooperation. I am just letting them remember from the depths of their souls that those parts of their bodies cannot be attacked."

Looking at Beichen as if looking forward to the following, Sikong Haoxuan continued mysteriously, "I pointed out the fatal points on them one by one with the red-burned iron rod, and imprinted them in their hearts."

Beichen shivered in his heart, "Amitus Buddha, sin, sin..."
Chapter completed!