At the end of the war, the Dai Viet Army was victorious. Bai Ye ordered to pursue the victory. His generals divided their forces into three groups and attacked Northern Xinjiang and Northeast China. Cai Hua, the youngest son of the Northern Xinjiang King, surrendered, but the Northeast King Zheng Kuang and his daughter Princess Duanmin were lost.
Lost trace.
At the end of July, the emperor decreed the establishment of the Protectorate of Northern Xinjiang and the Protectorate of Northeastern Xinjiang. Like Western Xinjiang and Northwest Xinjiang a few years ago, the two Xinjiang were included in the territory of Dai Viet, realizing true governance.
Emperor Longyan was delighted and decreed that Ye Wenhong, the imperial envoy who was still in Northern Xinjiang, was appointed as the Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Xinjiang Protectorate. General Zhan Min, who had performed outstandingly in this war, was also named the General of the State by the Emperor.
In August, the Ninth Prince Bai Ye returned to the court with his troops, and Cai Hua, the youngest son of the King of Northern Xinjiang, was also brought back!
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Everyone is talking about this war, and everyone is praising the Ninth Prince for his wisdom and martial prowess.
Even the fishermen in the small fish villages on the northeast coast were talking about it and happily celebrating the return of the Northeast to the imperial court!
In the only tea stall in the fishing village, two men were sitting on the square table in the corner. One of them was only a few years old. Although he was sitting, he could be seen to be strong and had a bamboo hat on his head, covering most of his body.
On his face, only his thin lips were exposed, tightly pursed. Although his clothes were ordinary, he had an innate majesty that made people dare not offend him.
Opposite him sat a middle-aged man, dressed as a scholar, with an ordinary appearance and a solemn expression. He listened to the discussions around him and carefully looked at the man opposite him from the corner of his eyes.
The sun sets in the west, and soon the afterglow disappears.
The two men left the tea stall and left the small village.
"Your Majesty..." After both of them were far away, the middle-aged man called softly, as if he wanted to say something.
"Huh?" The man in the bamboo hat hummed slightly, motioning for the middle-aged man to continue.
"Please don't be disheartened, Your Majesty. We won't know until the end whether we will be a king or a bandit." There was a hint of worry in the middle-aged man's tone.
"Sir, don't worry, I know it well." He has been silently strengthening his power for so many years. He wanted to let other vassal kings and the imperial court fight, and he would reap the benefits again, but he did not expect that this time
Actually involving himself, thinking about this sudden war, he felt an uneasy feeling in his heart.
"Sir, it's really strange that we were forced to raise troops this time. However, I have thought about all the possibilities, but I still can't find out what went wrong, so the court suddenly pointed the finger at our Northeastern Territory." The man in the hat thought.
Doubtful, his tone was full of reluctance.
"Your Majesty, this time, it is obvious that someone secretly dragged our Northeast into trouble. Now it seems that there are two possibilities. One is the emperor of Dai Viet. He originally wanted to withdraw from the vassal. This time, he suddenly dealt with us just because we relied on
The emperor wanted to settle the matter once and for all, so when he attacked the northern Xinjiang, he uprooted us from the northeast. The other possibility was the other two Xinjiangs. They had the same thoughts as us and hoped that we would fight with the imperial court.
It's best for them to spend time together, that's what's best for them." The middle-aged man analyzed it lucidly.
The man in the bamboo hat was about to nod when he suddenly heard a voice speaking out of thin air: "There is a third possibility."
"Who." The middle-aged man was startled and subconsciously stood in front of the man in the bamboo hat, making a protective gesture.
"What a loyal dog!" It was still the same voice, with a strong sense of ridicule.
"Who is it, pretending to be a ghost?" The man in the bamboo hat also shouted in a deep voice. He was a military commander, so his voice was more powerful than that of the middle-aged man.
"Hahaha, it's better to pretend to be a ghost than to be framed by someone!" Following these words, a slender figure appeared in front of the two people. Under the night, it was difficult to see each other's face clearly, but he was dressed in white, as elegant as a fairy,
There was a sword in his hand, and the cold air filled his body. Coupled with the murderous aura on his body, the man in a bamboo hat who had been on the battlefield trembled all over. He pointed at the man who suddenly appeared and said in a trembling voice, "You are..."
"You are not worthy of speaking my master's name!" The man cut off the man in the bamboo hat and said disdainfully, his figure flying over as he finished speaking.
In the darkness, I saw the cold sword in the hand of the man in white holding countless sword flowers, which was dazzling and had already swept in front of the two people in the blink of an eye.
Although the middle-aged man was commendable for his courage, he was just a scholar after all, and he had no strength to restrain a chicken. He almost collapsed under the terrifying murderous intent of the man in white.
The man in the bamboo hat behind him snorted coldly, pushed away the middle-aged man who was protecting him, touched his waist with his hands, and raised his hands to meet the lightning sword shadow of the man in white!
With a "ding" sound, the sound of weapons clashing was sharp and harsh in the night!
The man in white clothes missed his attack and twisted his body in mid-air, but he was already behind the man in the hat. The sword light instantly covered the man in the hat's back.
The man in the bamboo hat is not a simple figure. He has a judge pen in his hand. Although it is short, it is good for close combat and has more advantages than the long sword of the man in white.
But the man in white came clearly prepared. He was superb in swordsmanship and qinggong. He trapped the man in the bamboo hat in the middle. The sword light flashed, the weapons collided, sparks flew, and the fierce battle was fierce. Both sides of the battle were slightly shocked. Unexpectedly
The two of them can actually fight evenly!
The two of them were fighting fiercely here. The middle-aged man who was pushed aside got up in panic, quickly escaped from his arms with a signal rocket, lit it and threw it into the sky!
Suddenly, dazzling fireworks bloomed in the sky.
A smile appeared on the lips of the man in the bamboo hat who was fighting fiercely, but the man in white caught his moment of relaxation and struck the cold sword on his head. The man in the bamboo hat hurriedly blocked it, but it was too late. He dodged in embarrassment, and the bamboo hat on his head was hit by the sword.
The air slipped away, split into pieces in an instant, and flew away in all directions.
The middle-aged man next to him screamed in surprise when he saw this, and saw the man in the bamboo hat ducking away in embarrassment. His hair was scattered, and a strand of hair was cut off by the sword energy, and fell in all directions with the light sea breeze under the light of the fireworks.
The man in white didn't stop at all, and followed the man in the hat like a shadow. The man in the hat had long hair disheveled and was extremely embarrassed. The sword strike just now made him terrified. If he fought again now, he would have lost his fighting spirit.
The man in white's moves became more and more powerful, and his body became more and more flexible. After three or five moves, the man in the bamboo hat was overwhelmed and exhausted.
Even if the middle-aged man next to him didn't know kung fu, he could see that his master was in critical condition. He couldn't help stamping his feet and looking around. The signal had been sent out, so why hadn't the secret guard appeared yet?
Just when the man was impatient, a long sword was suddenly placed on his shoulder, and the sharp blade was gently pressed against his neck. As long as he moved, the blade could cut his neck in an instant.
neck.
A young voice sounded behind the middle-aged man, "Don't wait any longer, we have already taken care of everyone around you."
Then a figure came out from behind.
At first glance, he turned out to be a young man with a smile brighter than the sun. He looked at him with crooked eyes and a harmless look on his face.
However, the middle-aged man's heart sank and his body swayed.
"Hey, don't move around. My sword is very sharp. I accidentally cut your neck open. What should I do?" The young man looked worried, but he looked like an innocent person.
juvenile.
The middle-aged man hadn't spoken yet, but the young man had already turned to look at the two people who were fighting fiercely, and said cheerfully: "Sir, everyone has been dealt with, and I'm just waiting for you."
Following the young man's roar, a huge black shadow suddenly fell from the sky and hit the two people who were fighting fiercely.
The man in white suddenly flew back, and then with a "bang" sound, the black shadow steadily focused on the man in the bamboo hat. After a scream, the middle-aged man under the young man's sword instantly collapsed to the ground, murmuring: "Your Majesty