"Who is Xue Kun?" Jian Yao asked casually, playing with the golden sand glass pot in his hand.

"He? He and his brother Xue Qian should be regarded as Xize's number one heroes!" Chu Yu put down the pen in his hand and looked out the window thoughtfully.

"When my father was trapped in the killing ground, it was his two brothers who carried him back from the rain of swords, guns and arrows. Later, after the war subsided, my father sent them to guard Baichi and took over all the military power of Baichi. You know that the throne of the protector of each country is It is controlled by the clan, but Nishizawa's heirs have always been weak. His father is an only son, so Nishizawa broke the long-standing and unchanging laws of various continents and handed over the military power to protect the country to others. However, the protection of the country must be controlled by two people. A general and a prefect!"

"Oh? In this case, the Nishizawa royal family should have given the Xue family a great honor! But why don't you see his 'loyalty' in your generation?"

Jian Yao pretended to ask casually, with beads of sweat dripping from his palms, making the exquisite spout wet.

"Hmph... maybe he thinks that I, the emperor, am incompetent!"

Chu Yu laughed self-deprecatingly, obviously not wanting to talk anymore. Jian Yao glanced at him sideways and asked, "Does the Xue family have any descendants?"

Chu Yu was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at Jian Yao: "No! Why are you asking?"

Jian Yao smiled slightly: "Just ask, I just think that if the old minister Xue Kun can't stop it, we can start with the people around him!"

Chu Yu breathed a sigh of relief and smiled lightly: "It's a pity that members of the Xue family also fell ill shortly after Xue Qian died in the battlefield."

Jian Yao raised her beautiful eyebrows, sensitive to Chu Yu's last words - "It's a daughter!"

The flames on the candlestick were tilted to the side, and the flames hit the greasy wall of the table from time to time, making a "crackling" sound. Chu Yu saw Jian Yao's eyes lowered, and his two thick eyelashes cast a dreamy shadow under his eyes.

"How is the fighting going on ahead?"

Jian Yao's voice showed no expression, Chu Yu calmed down and said: "Stalemate!"

Jian Yao raised his head and smiled lightly: "It will improve!"

Chu Yu answered clearly: "You mean Mo Qi?"

Jian Yao smiled and said nothing, and Chu Yufu asked again: "Moqi belongs to Yi Huaisha, don't you complain?"

Jian Yao's eyebrows also curved up: "What are you complaining about? Losing and gaining is a common thing for military strategists. Besides, if Mo Qi and my army were not facing each other, how would we know that Mo Qi is not mine until the end?"

Chu Yu couldn't feel any warmth from her smile. This woman was too smart. Such a smart woman made people scared from the bottom of their hearts. Chu Yu looked at her beautiful side face that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, and a cold feeling wandered away. The whole body, a smart woman is a knife, a beautiful woman is a sharp sword, so what is Jian Yao?

――It’s poison! Poison that seals the throat when it sees blood!

Beauty is like a poison!

Third update in the inner city of Xize

Cheng Ze, the newly appointed Minister of Household Affairs in Nishizawa, had just finished handling the food and fodder matters for the front line. His tense nerves relaxed a little and he suddenly became tired.

"Give this letter to King Jing'an and tell him that the food and grass will arrive in three days, so he doesn't have to worry!"

"yes!"

Handing the letter signature in his hand to the soldier, Cheng Ze let out a long breath as he watched his leaving figure, stretched out two fingers to pinch the corners of his eyes, yawned loudly, and walked back to the bedroom with his hands behind his hands.

The clothes fell down, and Mrs. Cheng next to her mumbled, turned over and fell asleep again. Cheng Ze smiled and shook his head gently, and also lay down.

The dark room was silent. Cheng Ze had just entered a light sleep when he suddenly heard...

Outside the window... there is the low sound of a leaf flute.

There were bursts of ethereal sounds, rising and falling, with strange tones... not very pleasant to the ear, but more like a prank that disturbed one's dreams.

Cheng Ze opened his eyes a little irritably and looked at the window facing his bed.

In the darkness, a figure suddenly appeared on the window, shouting in a low voice along with the sound of the flute: "...Master..."

Cheng Ze sat up. The voice was familiar to him. It was Cui'er, the concubine in the West Wing.

"……master"

There was another sound, the sound was unclear. Cheng Ze was surprised. Cui'er's voice was like the sound of nature. Why today...it felt like someone had cut out his tongue...

The wind rustled through the cracks in the unclosed window. He stared at the window where the figure was floating, and stood up and slowly opened the window sash...

"master……"

What caught the eye was the blood on Cui'er's face. Her small mouth was half open, and there was really... only half of her tongue in her mouth. Her face was as gray as ashes, her head was tilted to one side under the load, and her originally white and tender neck was now raw.

Half of it was chopped off, and the other half was left exposed with thick white bones in the neck...

Cheng Ze screamed and fell to the ground. At this moment, the sound of the flute had disappeared, and another figure suddenly appeared on the window paper.

Cheng Ze's wife got up in a daze when she heard the cry, and fainted again when she saw Cui'er hanging in front of the window. Cheng Ze looked at the figure in horror, trembling and speechless.

"Pa!" The man stretched out his hand, and Cui'er's neck bones were broken. Cheng Ze finally saw the man's face clearly through the moonlight! No! It should be said that the man's masked face was actually the legendary Rakshasa.

The face of the Ghost King.

"Cheng Ze! If you want to protect your wife and children, keep your food and grass away! You won't be allowed to transport even one... to the front line!"

After saying that, the man disappeared like a gust of wind. Cheng Ze's buttocks felt hot and he actually had sex...

At the same time, in Taiyi Palace

"Chu Yu, you just said something wrong!" The extinguished candlelight shone on Jian Yao's face, flickering, bright and dark. Chu Yu was slightly stunned, as if he was carefully recalling his previous words.

"It's not just Nishizawa who has broken the long-standing laws of all continents, but also Kitasato!"

The red lips were so beautiful that Chu Yu stared at the faint smile on Jian Yao's lips and asked absently:

"You mean... the newly named King Xuan Ping of Beili? That's true. I heard that he was just a servant next to the prince at first, but later he turned into a Rakshasa ghost general of Beili!"

Chu Yu paused and saw Jian Yao's eyebrows raised, then continued: "I don't know much about the other things. That man is a legend in Beili. I heard that he wears the mask of a Rakshasa ghost king all day long and never shows his true face to others.

I once met my father at a night banquet in the palace when my father was celebrating his birthday. He was only a lieutenant at that time, but his solemn aura was enough for me to remember him, not to mention... there was also that mask!"

Jian Yao nodded thoughtfully: "Beili has always been alienated from Nanyang and Dongyin. I only know a little bit about their situation, but I heard that most of the military power in Beili is now in the hands of this person, except for Xuan Ping

He is still the King Zhong of Beili. I am just curious why the king of Beili trusts him so much!"

Chu Yu shook his head sadly, Jian Yao turned his face to the window and frowned slightly...

Jian Yao sat at the table, drinking the glass of wine carelessly, staring at the chess game on the table with seemingly drunken eyes, concentrating on it.

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Chapter completed!