Yizhou is the frontline fortress where Zhao Huan and the Jin soldiers fight to the death. If they want to block the Jin soldiers, they must be built like iron barrels.
As long as the victorious army at Gao Tuo Mountain is not eliminated, Zhao Huan will not be able to truly develop Yizhou.
Although time was tight to defeat the Ever Victorious Army within one month, Zhao Huan firmly believed that his great achievements would never be blocked by a group of mere rebels.
"Gao Tuoshan? Within a month, I will kill you!"
Seeing that Zhao Huan was so confident, Chen Zhao stopped talking. After all, the prince in front of him could always turn decay into magic.
Just when Zhao Huan turned around and was about to return home, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Zheng Qingyun stood at the door, covering his mouth and looking at Zhao Huan dreamily.
Zhao Huan felt pain in his heart, but without saying a word, he stepped forward and put Zheng Qingyun's head into his arms, comforting him softly.
"Don't be afraid, as long as I am here, no one can hurt you."
Zheng Qingyun burst into tears instantly and lay on Zhao Huan's chest, holding Zhao Huan's clothes tightly with both hands, sobbing uncontrollably.
"Why doesn't the prince make it clear to the slave family?"
"The slave family doesn't want to drag the prince down..."
Zhao Huan gently stroked Zheng Qingyun's head, and his tone became more delicate and gentle: "Silly girl, you are my future wife, how can you call me a drag?"
"Besides, this is not your fault, but there is a flaw between the imperial edict and Dali Temple."
"Speaking of which, you are still blessed with great fortune. If not..."
Zhao Huan didn't say any more, and was filled with sighs in his heart. It seemed that everything had its own destiny.
There are very few records about Zheng Qingyun in history. Zhao Huan only knew that he had such a wife, and that together with Zhu Lian, he suffered humiliation in the Kingdom of Jin and hanged himself in hatred.
But who would have expected that Zheng Qingyun's life experience would be so twists and turns and bizarre.
Not only was her whole family killed, but she herself was almost killed by the sword. If it weren't for a coincidence, she was sold into the Jiaofang Division by the officials, and she might have been separated from Zhao Huan.
and……
The more he learned about Zheng Qingyun, the stranger Zhao Huan felt. He always felt that Zheng Qingyun's life experience was more complicated and confusing than what was known.
Logically speaking, after His Majesty issued the imperial edict, the Dali Temple could no longer overstep its authority in hearing the case. How could such a low-level mistake as an order be repeated?
Is it possible...
Your Majesty is determined to kill all the Zheng family, but someone in Dali Temple is secretly protecting you?
It is impossible to figure it out, let alone investigate it. Apart from the known criminal records, there is no other valuable information about Zheng Qingyun.
Even Zheng Qingyun herself was extremely ignorant. After all, before the disaster of the Zheng family, she had always been a boudoir and turned a deaf ear to what was happening outside the window.
Zhao Huan shook his head vigorously, feeling secretly amused.
Why do you think so much? Even if Zheng Qingyun is really the daughter of a traitor, what does it matter?
Even I, the King of Heaven, would never touch a hair of Zheng Qingyun under Zhao Huan's nose.
"Your Majesty..."
Zheng Qingyun raised his head faintly, his eyes full of tears, and looked up at Zhao Huan pitifully.
"The last thing the slave family wants to see is to drag down the palace because of the slave family."
"The prince rescued the slave family from the sea of misery. He has already shown sympathy to the slave family, and he is so kind to the slave family. The slave family cannot bear to let the prince suffer a little bit..."
Zhao Huan gently pushed aside Zheng Qingyun's slightly scattered bangs and stroked her fair and delicate forehead.
"If you feel guilty, just treat me as your husband."
"Isn't it natural for a husband to do things for his wife?"
Zheng Qingyun, who was feeling extremely guilty just now, suddenly turned red in the face, quickly lowered his head, and replied shyly: "I don't dare."
"If you don't get married for a day, the prince's palace will only have one princess, and the prince will only have one wife, her sister."
"As long as I stay with the prince, I will be satisfied."
Looking at this innocent and sincere girl, Zhao Huan felt extremely warm in his heart. Even for Zheng Qingyun and Zhu Lian, Zhao Huan would keep Jin Kou out of the country!
A prosperous future can be expected, but without this pair of beauties, what's the point?
"I will definitely tell the media that I am marrying you, do you believe it?"
Feeling the firmness in Zhao Huan's eyes, Zheng Qingyun's face turned even redder, and he nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "In this world, the slave family only believes in the prince."
If it weren't for Chen Zhao who was in the way, Zhao Huan really wanted to kiss her directly.
Since Zheng Qingyun already knew it, there was no point in hiding it anymore. Zhao Huan immediately summoned everyone to prepare for the suppression of the rebellion.
The front hall of the palace was full of people. In addition to Chen Zhao and Wang Daquan, the right-hand men, even the Zhu family sent people after hearing the news. The representative was naturally Zhu Peng.
Zhu Peng's eyes were a little frightened, and his tone sounded guilty: "The ever-victorious army has 30,000 regular troops alone. If you include the recruits recruited from all walks of life, it may reach 40,000."
"With the Tiger Wing Army alone, it would be difficult to defeat the Ever-Victorious Army within a month."
"Uncle, otherwise...you and your majesty should accept this important task, right? If it doesn't work, it would be good to try for two more months."
If it had been before, Zhao Huan would have kicked Zhu Peng out a long time ago, but thinking that Prince Ding's palace had restored old friendship with the Zhu family, and that Zhu Peng had turned around, in order to allow him to grow, Zhao Huan patiently explained.
"Where did you know that the Ever-Victorious Army has 30,000 regular troops?"
"Hearing the wind is like rain, and being timid before fighting is a taboo for military strategists."
"You believe whatever others say. Are you brainless?"
Being scolded by Zhao Huan, Zhu Peng suddenly turned red and didn't know what to say.
Next to him, Wang Daquan rubbed his chin, thoughtfully: "We say there are 30,000 regular troops, but actually we include all the logistics and servant troops. The actual combat force that can fight is only 5,000 strong."
"However... even if there are only 5,000 soldiers, compared with the Tiger Wing Army, it is still three times the advantage. It is still not optimistic."
Although the Tiger Wing Army is not small in size, it only has 1,500 soldiers, and among them, there are less than 1,000 heavy armor soldiers who can actually resist the line.
Simply comparing the number of people, the Tiger Wing Army had already lost before they even fought.
But on the battlefield, the number of troops is only one of the factors that determine victory or defeat. At least in Zhao Huan's view, the tiger-wing army and the victorious army are not in vain at all.
Zhao Huan crossed his legs without any seriousness at all. This free and easy attitude made everyone extremely puzzled.
Wang Daquan couldn't help but ask: "Does the prince think that this battle can be won?"
Zhao Huan shrugged, with a look on his face that he was determined to win: "If you remove the word Neng, you will win this battle!"
"If you can't even defeat a victorious army, why fight with the golden soldiers? Everyone just washes their necks and waits for death."
Chen Zhao and Wang Daquan looked at each other and thought...that's the fucking truth!
Zhao Huan's target is Jin Bing, how can he be frightened by a mere group of rebels?